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screenplay by Doug Richardson based on his novel
FADE IN: OVER BLACK: Title card: TEN YEARS AGO EXT. DEEP WOODS - NEAR KINGSFIELD, MAINE - DAY
A hot summer's day. A redheaded BOY, eleven years old, panicked, running full-tilt, trips over the underbrush. He drops his new pellet gun, but doesn't care to retrieve it. He's back on his feet, huffing for air, hauling himself over the old, barbed wire fence, and emerging from the wood in a heavy sweat. Still, he doesn't stop. He's on his bike, feet on the pedals and charging down a winding dirt road until he runs headlong into a tractor. The boy brakes hard. The FARMER atop the rig sets the gears to idle. By the look of the boy, the farmer knows there's some kind of trouble. FARMER What's wrong, son? The boy wheezes for air, tries to get out the words. C'mon, boy. CLOSE ON - THE BOY The horror around the eyes. What has he seen? FARMER (CONT'D) Out with it.
EXT. HIGHWAY - NEAR KINGSFIELD, MAINE - DAY We FOLLOW the wailing police cruisers, an ambulance, and a fire truck as they hurl down the highway. The convoy slows before turning down a dirt road. The dust blows high into the air. Ahead, the deep woods from where the boy first emerged. EXT. DEEP WOODS - DAY WE FOLLOW the hurried POLICE and FIREMEN through the thickened brush until they slow at an old farm site, complete with a fading red grain silo which appears pasted against a crisp blue sky. What was once pasture is now a large clearing of wild flowers and belly-high grass. They've all stopped, but the CAMERA CONTINUES on, passing up the rescue crew to reveal a horrible sight. Bodies, naked and dead, oddly configured as if placed by another's hand. The scene is thick with flies. WE CRANE UP It's a ghastly picture. The bodies are arranged - about one hundred of them - in the form of a spiral - counterclockwise from inside out.
2. WE FADE OUT: The screen reads: PRESENT DAY
INT. LOBBY - BERTRAND INFERTILITY CLINIC - DAY We start CLOSE ON the kindly face of NURSE SHEILA. with a dash of leftover Jamaican. NURSE SHEILA Sorry to keep you waiting. CLOSE SHOT - THE WHITE KNUCKLES OF A MAN AND WOMAN Holding hands - as if both were hanging on for dear life. We PULL BACK to introduce the hopeful couple, WILL and GWEN SULLIVAN. They stand and follow Nurse Sheila. INT. DR. BERTRAND'S OFFICE - INFERTILITY CLINIC - DAY She speaks
A modest desk, diplomas on the wall. A fatherly-looking man named HARVEY BERTRAND. Across from him are Will and Gwen. HARVEY BERTRAND Couples come to me when the conventional approach has failed and their hope is waning. This is merely the next logical step to getting pregnant. Sadly, some couples cannot conceive. Happy couples. This doesn't make them bad people, or defective people. Just unlucky. A look is exchanged between Will and Gwen. They trust each other. Just do they trust this doctor with all their dreams? HARVEY BERTRAND (CONT'D) But mark these words. Hope is a magical thing. We'll chart your cycles, then begin a therapy of ovulation inductions. Once you're on a schedule, we target the date... (palms up) Let me put it this way. You both have good reasons to be optimistic. Hope is alive for the couple. There's this awkward silence.
HARVEY BERTRAND (CONT'D) My God. I must sound like a broken old record. I don't know anything about you other than what's on the chart. Tell me about yourselves. GWEN I'm a lawyer. And Will, he's -
3. WILL - I make pizza. Pizza? Dr. Bertrand raises an eyebrow. GWEN Ever eat at a Papa Leoni's? HARVEY BERTRAND ... Yeah, yeah. What's the thing? "Best Slice for the Price?" Will is quietly dying as Gwen blows his horn. GWEN That's my Will. He is Papa Leoni. INT. BOSTON BRUINS GAME - THE BOSTON GARDEN - DAY Will and Gwen, both wearing his and hers Bruins caps, eyes fixed on the game. GWEN ... Ever wonder if we're doing the right thing? WILL Every time I eat sushi. GWEN The baby stuff, wiseass. WILL Is this is where we discuss the adoption option? I say we're not trying hard enough. You say life doesn't begin as a science project. GWEN All I'm saying is adoption is an alternative we should think about. WILL How's this? We take some time off. Have sex just for the fun of it. Gwen melts off Will's look, kisses him. Then whack, an illegal cross-check on ice. The crowd stands, roars disapproval, then returns to their seats. GWEN We're on the books for the first procedure. We've already come this far. Let's see what happens. But is Will listening to her? rows ahead, three seats over. He's looking at a MAN, two
4. The man wears a Red Sox cap and wrap-around sunglasses, his ear obviously tilted away from the game, seemingly eavesdropping on Will and Gwen's conversation. Will barks WILL - You gettin' all this pal? The man coolly turns his attention back to the hockey game. Gwen squeezes Will's hand to calm him. Sorry... Yo. WILL (CONT'D) Peanuts!
A PEANUT VENDOR sends a bag sailing up to Will. Five bucks. PEANUT VENDOR Send it down.
GWEN How's this? We give it three, four months. If nothing takes and I'm not pregnant, we'll take a couple of weeks to decompress. Just room service and unbridled hotel sex. WILL Works for me. (hands five dollars to the FAN in front) Would you pass this down?
While the peanut vendor is attending another customer, Will watches his five dollar bill. One row down, then two, until it makes a left and comes to the eavesdropping man with the Red Sox cap and sunglasses. He takes Will's fiver, stands, pockets it, then starts up the stairs. Will stands WILL (CONT'D) - That guy just -- Hey, asshole! You see that? GWEN See what? WILL The guy just walked away with my five bucks As Will's about to start after the guy, Gwen snags him. GWEN Hon. If he needs the five dollars that badly... Too late. OUT: The thief disappears into the crowd. WE FADE
5. Title card: FEBRUARY
INT. WILL'S CAR - STOPLIGHT - OUTSIDE WORCESTER, MASS - DAY We're with Will, cell-phone cradled to his ear, waiting for the light to turn green. Yeah. you WILL I'm still holding. But could
By the look on Will's face, we see's he's been put back on hold. As he reaches OUT OF FRAME to switch radio stations, we HOLD ON the rear view mirror. We see an old car CLOSING FAST. Will RETURNS TO FRAME. Nope. WILL (CONT'D) Still holding -
BRAKES SOUND - Will's eyes cut to the rear view mirror in time to see the old car filling the entire view - and CRASH! Will is rocked hard in this jarring, rear end collision. The moment that follows is deadly still. Will winces from the pain at the base of his skull. At last, he opens his eyes, looking through the rear view mirror and seeing the offender - we'll call him FREDDY THE FENDER BENDER. Will watches Freddy step out of his car, worried look on his face. Through Will's side view mirror, we see Freddy approach, walking up to Will's window. Freddy raps on the window. FREDDY You alright in there? EXT. SULLIVAN HOME - DAY A gusty day. We establish this beautiful, North Shore Queen Anne home. Gwen is getting into her car, phone to her ear. GWEN Where are you? INTERCUT WITH: EXT. STOPLIGHT - DAY Will on his cell phone. WILL Worcester. And I'm hangin' out here with my new pal - Freddy the Fender Bender - who says he didn't see me PARKED AT THE FUCKIN' STOPLIGHT! Will's tone was meant for Freddy. We PULL BACK WIDE to reveal the crushed, rear end of Will's car. A COP snaps his fingers to get Freddy the Fender Bender's attention off Will and back on the report.
6. GWEN Are you okay? WILL Maybe a little whiplash. Nothin' a coupla aspirins won't fix. Look. Bill's on his way from the site and he's gonna drive me. Gwen stands against the wind, sucking back the disappointment. A weaker woman would cry. Will notes the quiet. WILL (CONT'D) I promise you this will not be a wasted month. More silence from Gwen. So Will throws in the saver.
WILL (CONT'D) Hey. I'm feeling lucky this month. You feeling lucky? GWEN ... You promise you'll be there? WILL It's not like you can do this without me. (Gwen smiles) I'm gonna be there to hold your hand. GWEN You've got more to do than that. WILL Cop's wavin' me over. GWEN I'm leaving now. Meet you there? WILL On my way as soon as I can. But as Will CLICKS OFF, something catches his eye. An old VW Beetle cruising through the intersection. The driver behind the wheel is - FREDDY THE FENDER BENDER! - the guy who rear-ended Will! Will's about to say something when COP Mr. Sullivan! You wanna give me your side? This is where Will sees that Freddy the Fender Bender is still standing with the cop. Will whips back to see the VW disappear around a corner. Will gathers his wits and walks over to join the cop.
7. INT. PREP-ROOM - BERTRAND INFERTILITY CLINIC - DAY
Nurse Sheila stands over a prepped Gwen, who's clearly distraught over the situation. Nurse Sheila squeezes her hand. NURSE SHEILA I know, I know... But don't lose hope. There's always next month. Underneath Gwen's brave face is a woman who can't bear many more disappointments. Sheila straightens a little. NURSE SHEILA (CONT'D) You a lawyer, right? Gwen nods. NURSE SHEILA (CONT'D) So you might understand that we got us a malpractice policy. It requires we keep frozen semen samples of all male patients... You know, as a precaution in case of a mix-up or a lawsuit or who knows why? But we know that never, ever happens... Gwen understands. Hope returns to her face.
GWEN ... What you're saying is that we can still do it... today. Without my husband. But with his... NURSE SHEILA That's Dr. B's call. Something you gotta ask cuz I like my job. It's on Gwen. INT. She's deciding.
PROCEDURE ROOM - INFERTILITY CLINIC - DAY
In the stirrups, Gwen is quietly attended to by Dr. Bertrand and Nurse Sheila. The words can't be heard. Only soft voices to a nervous patient. CAMERA LIFTS to the ceiling, where the image eventually DISSOLVES to a black and white TV image. EXT. SULLIVAN HOME - NIGHT We're inside a blood red '88 Lincoln Continental. This is where we meet BILL LE ROY, a mature black man and Will's number two man. Le Roy, who's never seen without his trademark cowboy boots, is dropping Will off. Okay. LE ROY So explain this to me. (MORE)
8. LE ROY (CONT'D) You go to this clinic place, they put you into a little room and... WILL I jerk off into a cup. You serious? Plastic cup. LE ROY Alright... Do they... I mean, say, is Gwen there to help, you know? Warm up the cup? WILL No. While I'm getting nasty with the cup, Gwen's getting prepped in another room. Very clinical. So. LE ROY How do you...? LE ROY What? WILL A Dixie cup?
WILL There's a TV. There's videotapes. Use your imagination. LE ROY And Gwen's okay with it? it to the tapes. You doin'
WILL As long as I don't build any lasting thing with a tape? Yeah. I think she's okay with it. Will looks out the door toward the house. He knows he's in deep shit. Le Roy gives Will a friendly pat. LE ROY You guys'll get it next month. When Will tries to get out, but the door sticks. leans across and gives it a muscular shove. WILL As if I don't pay you enough to replace this pile of shit. LE ROY Pile of shit? It's a classic ride. I keep it runnin' and I don't make no payments. Now, go kiss some ass. Le Roy
9. INT. MASTER BEDROOM - SULLIVAN HOME - NIGHT Will ENTERS with a paper bag in hand. with pillows, TV remote in hand. He finds Gwen propped
WILL You have to know there was nothing I could do. I had to wait and make a statement - then we hit the traffic... GWEN ... You know what? Three hours ago I was really mad. But now - I'm not. So let's forget about it. In the clear, Will reveals a sly grin to go with a bottle of Cabernet for her - and a Diet Coke for himself. Thanks. GWEN (CONT'D) But I'm not drinking tonight.
WILL That wouldn't be polite. Not after the fellah in the wine shop, having been informed that I would be returning home as designated road kill, personally pulled this bottle GWEN - I'm not drinking because I'm pregnant. To say the least, Will is stumped by this statement. GWEN (CONT'D) Don't ask me how I know. I just do. WILL Didn't I say I was sorry? remember saying that. GWEN Will WILL Why the shit, then? I want us to be pregnant as much as you GWEN - It's a real feeling. I'm pregnant. (then) ... Dr. Bertrand? He had a frozen sample. Of your sperm... It was my decision. I gave him the go ahead. She can see Will is at a loss. Yeah. I
10. C'mon. GWEN (CONT'D) Sit down.
WILL No... Standing's good right now. But after a loaded moment, Will finally sits on the bed. GWEN I know you wanted to be there. And, in a way, you were. Please don't be mad at me for this. If this feeling turns out to be right, I couldn't bear us to start off something this real on a shitty note. She grabs Will's hands and places them on her stomach. moment lingers. GWEN (CONT'D) Kiss me? And when he does, she takes him on, slipping her hands inside his shirt and wrapping herself around him. INT. MASTER BEDROOM - SULLIVAN HOME - NIGHT Will and Gwen are naked, post-coital. She sleeps, he doesn't. His head kills him. For a moment, he regards her lovingly, then pulls on sweatpants. CUT TO - DOWNSTAIRS From an old postal mailbag Will uses as a briefcase, he withdraws a hidden pack of cigarettes and a Zippo lighter. CUT TO - KITCHEN Will stands at the open back door, cold weather jacket on, finishing off the cigarette and blowing the smoke into the bitter night. Afterward, he crosses to the refrigerator freezer, places ice cubes into a dish towel and twists it into an ice pack. Next, Will prepares to make a sandwich. He finds bologna in the meat drawer, lettuce and tomato in the crisper. But where's the mayo? He pushes jars aside on the top shelf to no avail. So he crouches and begins shifting jars on the lower shelf, reaching to the back, until he sees the mayo. Then as he reaches, he hears something. A quiet, tapping sound from within the fridge. Then silence. Once again, Will reaches for the mayo. But he hears the sound again. A swirling, slapping noise. Hand on the mayo, Will pushes it aside to reveal A PICKLE JAR Yet there's something odd about the pickle jar. pickle jar, something small appears to move. Inside the The
11. Swimming, almost. Darting around and behind the label, slapping at the glass like some kind of primordial pollywog. WILL What the... He reaches deeper, touching the jar, and ever-so-slowly twisting the jar until the label clears. But for the murky, green fluid and leftover pickle parts which swirl around, the jar appears empty. AT THE SINK, Will dumps the leftover contents of the pickle jar then washes out the sink. The jar goes into the trash. All gone. INT. MASTER BATHROOM - GWEN - MORNING
Gwen performs a pregnancy test. There's nervous anticipation only a woman can feel. The plastic stick contains all her hopes and dreams. Slowly, Gwen's face ignites. Tears come. INT. KITCHEN - SULLIVAN HOME - MORNING Will is opening and closing drawers. looks lost in it. It's his house, but he
WILL HONEY? WHERE THE HELL'S THAT EGG WHISKY THINGY When Will turns to look in another set of drawers, he finds Gwen standing at the threshold. The look on her face is loaded with emotion. Nervously twirling in her hand is that plastic pregnancy stick. Will's afraid to ask. She answers him with a subtle nod. They meet half-way, in each other's arms, clutching each other, all prayers answered. After this long embrace, Gwen, ever circumspect, pulls back a notch. The tremor in her voice betrays the calculation of her words. GWEN We can't tell a soul. Not until we get through the first tri-mester. It's bad luck. Will agrees with a kiss. INT. PAPA LEONI'S - GRAND OPENING - WORCESTER - DAY
A packed fast food joint. While the new, TEEN-AGED EMPLOYEES are selling slices of pizza, Will steps up to the mic. His voice BOOMS. WILL Listen up, Worcester. My name is Will Sullivan and I own this joint. (crowd applause) I just wanted you all to know that my wife gave me great Goddamn news (MORE)
12. WILL (CONT'D) today. We're knocked up and gonna have a baby! That mean's, for the rest of the day, all the pizza is on me! Cheers and hoots erupt from the crowd. EXT. GEORGIAN HOME - ESSEX, MASS - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT A beautiful old home. about to meet. As stately as the occupants we're
INT. LARGE DEN - SAME GEORGIAN HOME - NIGHT Old money. And this is an odd moment. Two grown men standing ten feet apart. Will and his father-in-law, JUDGE HERMAN CORBETT. The Judge pours two vodka martinis. He offers one of the martinis to Will. JUDGE Would you join me? WILL Real funny. Why don't you just pour gas on me and light a match? JUDGE Just testing. WILL That's the problem with alcohol. Test comes first and the lesson comes later. JUDGE Ah... Words to live by. Or is that something you read in Alcoholism for Dummies? The smug Judge knocks back one of the drinks, then decides to sip the other. The chilly moment breaks as Gwen sweeps in with her mother, JEAN. GWEN Sit down, Daddy. The Judge sits in his own chair, Jean nearby on the couch. Gwen leads Will to the love seat. GWEN (CONT'D) Mom. Dad? Remember when I used ask you to pick out a stuffed animal for me to snuggle with at night. And you promised me that one day I'd have a -
13. - Oh, Lord. JEAN She's finally pregnant.
WILL So much for the element of surprise. The future grandparents are beside themselves, hugging their only daughter while Will takes the ceremonial back seat. INT. MASTER BEDROOM - SULLIVANS HOME - NIGHT As Will and Gwen prepare for bed. Gwen is at the sink, scrubbing her face. Will is folding clothes. WILL What would you say if I told you the judge offered me a drink tonight? GWEN He did not. WILL So I imagined it? GWEN ... He must've been joking. WILL I'm still laughing. Gwen joins Will on the bed. for a moment. The lights go out. They cuddle
GWEN Our baby's gonna have your eyes. INT. OB-GYN'S EXAMINING ROOM - DAY Will holds Gwen's hand as she lies on the examining table. The OB, DR. HART, explores her exposed belly with the ultrasound reader. On the monitor he points out the hazy outline of a baby fetus and the miracle of a heartbeat. CLOSE ON - WILL AND GWEN This is a big moment for them. They stare back at the monitor with the most intense mix of joy and wonder imaginable. Title card: JULY EXT. SULLIVAN HOME - DAY A HELICOPTER soars over a flotilla of YOUNG WHITE TEENS riding their single-sail sunfish and day-sailers.
14. INT. GARAGE - SULLIVAN HOME - DAY Phone at his ear, Will's trolling through drawers and boxes. WILL - Just once, I'd like to know where something is in my own Goddamn house. For example, my screwdrivers, my crescent wrench, my hammer - Carly? Hang on a second. Someone's on the other line. (switches lines) Hello? No, she's not. This is her husband... Sure. I can tell her. On Will. He's stopped by what he hears. WILL (CONT'D) What do you mean you can't find him? INT. PAPA LEONI'S HOME OFFICE - DAY
Intro CARLY - Will's polyester-adoring assistant - as she and Will wind their way through the tight, utilitarian hallways of Papa Leoni, Inc. WILL How long's he been here? CARLY Long enough to chap you-know-who's ass. As Carly peels off one way and Will the other, we BRIEFLY HOLD on a wall choc-full of blown-up photos of each Pizza Pub in Will Sullivan's growing empire. INT. WILL'S OFFICE - PAPA LEONI'S HOME OFFICE - DAY Where Carly serves coffee to Will, Bill Le Roy, and the wideload-of-a-man who sits across from them - a fellow named MO GAFFNEY. Mo waits for Carly to exit, then... ... So? MO GAFFNEY Whaddayou think?
WILL It's what I don't think. I don't think shit's changed since I was ten and you wanted to sell me back my own bike two days after you stole it. MO GAFFNEY The fuck about way back then. is today. This is business. This
15. WILL You thought because you could kick my ass twenty years ago, I'd just roll over today. Remind me. that bike? MO GAFFNEY How much you gimme for
WILL I don't roll over no more. MO GAFFNEY I come in with a legitimate offer. I got the bank, the credit line. We could go partners, we could go franchise for somethin' like - I dunno - everything South of Jersey. Or hey. I'm prepared to do a flat buy-out. WILL You walk in - no appointment - like I'd hung out a for sale sign. You want me to say you got the juice? No problem. You got the juice. I bet you got a helluva pair of Tommy Park leg-breakers just waiting to meet up with me if I turn you down. Will gestures, hands apart, meeting over. Mo nods, stands and heads for the door. After a moment,
MO GAFFNEY You know, just because you married up don't mean that cleans you up. You ain't so protected. WILL Mo. Next time you come? Call ahead so we can grease that door frame. Mo EXITS, pissed as he slides sideways through the door. LE ROY Grease the door frame? Why let him sit down in the first place? We don't need his kind of mojo. WILL Old neighborhood thing. alone. Carly? Will launches from his desk. to Carly's cubby. So leave it
We follow him through the door
16. WILL (CONT'D) Got anything? CARLY Okay. Bertrand Infertility Clinic. No forwarding numbers. No new numbers. Web search, zero. I even called the State Medical Licensing Board. Carly awaits further instructions. Will. INT. We HOLD on a puzzled
DINING ROOM - SULLIVAN HOUSE - NIGHT
A quiet, candlelit dinner. Gwen is a radiant, five months pregnant. And Will is hunched over his meal, oddly silent. GWEN ... You wanna talk about it? WILL ... It's a little weird, but we got this call this morning from Dr. Hart. No big deal. It's just an insurance issue. They couldn't get a hold of Dr. B so I had Carly run it down. GWEN Did he move his clinic? WILL Must have. But Carly couldn't find a breadcrumb. Nothing. At the odd news, Gwen sits back, her hands instinctively going to her slightly mounded stomach. WILL (CONT'D) You okay? I'm fine. Weird. GWEN It's just... You said it.
WILL Hey. He did what we paid him for. Look at you. Yes, look at her. She's glowing.
GWEN I'm already big as a house. Look. I can't even get my wedding band off. Seriously. Give it a pull.
17. It's a silly request, but Will obliges. stuck. But... The ring appears
WILL Okay. Your turn. Try and get mine off... I mean it. Mine's been stuck for two years. Give it a tug. And when she does, Will let's out a ripping fart. Sure, it's offensive. But Gwen can't help but burst with embarrassed laughter. GWEN I can't believe I married such a child. WILL Married a child? You're having my child. GWEN Whoops. Don't make me laugh - Oh, God. Now, I gotta pee! She's out of her seat and off to the bathroom. EXT. WALK-UP APARTMENT - DUSK At the corner of a busy commuter street. Nurse Sheila in a big raincoat, she's stepping from her apartment when momentarily startled - she finds herself face to face with... Will. WILL 'Scuse me NURSE SHEILA - Scuse yourself, you nearly scared the whoozit outta (see's it's Will) Wait a minute, now. I know you? WILL Will Sullivan. We were patients of NURSE SHEILA - The pizza man! I love you! (slightly embarrassed) Well, I love your pizza. I think you owe me for all the new clothes I had to buy. Sheila's got that big coat wrapped tight, obviously hiding her larger figure. WILL I think you look great.
18. She's flattered. here" look. But she gives Will a "what are you doing
WILL (CONT'D) Hope you don't mind. I got your address from the Nurses Registry. Nurse Sheila sizes up Will. She knows why he's here.
NURSE SHEILA You're looking for Dr. B... You and everybody else he owes money to. WILL He owes you money? NURSE SHEILA Fired me on a Wednesday and went missing on Friday. I swear, if my lawyer catches up with that man She catches that worried look on Will's face. NURSE SHEILA (CONT'D) But you and yours are a success. Then why you be looking for him? WILL Just a little unfinished business. That's all. NURSE SHEILA You get your business finished? You come tell me where you find him. POV SHOT - THIRTY STEPS AWAY Will says good-bye to Sheila, leaving her at the bottom of the walk-up steps. No sooner has he disappeared when Nurse Sheila feels a sudden freeze against her skin. She turns a slow ninety-five degrees until she fixes on something. WE SWISH PAN around to a man - the same man from the football game. He stands still, wearing those wrap-around sunglasses, a Boston Red Sox cap, and oddly holding no umbrella. The scary stare is only momentary, while standing his ground against the constant moving sea of COMMUTERS. Finally NURSE SHEILA (CONT'D) Who are you? (then) WHAT DO YOU WANT? A PASSERBY bumps and spins Nurse Sheila. When she finally turns her attention back to the man in the Red Sox cap, he's vanished. Chilled for a beat, she hurries down the street.
19. INT. SITTING ROOM - SULLIVAN HOME - DAY Introducing IZZY. She's in her late twenties, exotic with a shock-load of frizzy hair. Gwen's interviewing potential nannies. IZZY ... I'm the second of twelve kids. Spent a lotta time looking after brothers here, sisters over there. GWEN Your mom have all those kids? IZZY We're all adopted. My daddy likes to say he brought home a souvenir from every base where he was stationed. GWEN Your father sounds very different. IZZY Yeah, well. While my daddy was fending off evil, my mom was, like, defending the fridge. Gwen laughs. Izzy joins in. other. Then... It's clear these two like each
IZZY (CONT'D) Anyway, it's sorta like we are the melting pot... But, now we're all kinda spread around Izzy stalls. Because just over Gwen's shoulder appears Will, framed in the doorway. Gwen turns, notes her husband. Hey, baby. GWEN This is Isabelle. She's tall, too.
Izzy stands with outstretched hand. IZZY I go by Izzy. WILL I go by Will.
IZZY We've already talked about you behind your back. WILL If my wife said it, it must be true.
20. Will kisses Gwen on the cheek. A loving look is exchanged.
IZZY You seem like a really nice couple... Oh, God. That sounded so kiss-ass. WILL Kiss-ass is good. We like kiss-ass.
EXT. BOAT DOCK - SULLIVAN'S BACK YARD - NIGHT Will is sneaking a smoke when Gwen calls from the house. GWEN Hey. I thought you were gonna make the salad. WILL I'm on it. Will flicks the cigarette into the water, pops a stick of gum into his mouth as he heads back up to the house. INT. KITCHEN - SULLIVAN HOME - LATER Will and Gwen clean up after dinner. WILL ... I know you like her. like her. They argue. Hell, I
GWEN You like her because she's sexy. C'mon. Admit that much. WILL She makes me wonder if there's anybody more qualified? GWEN You haven't seen what's out there. Did I tell you I interviewed this one woman who thought the best way to deal with colicky baby was a teaspoon of whisky with the bottle? Can you believe that? WILL Bet she had references. GWEN I'm hiring help, not some kind of stunt mommy. WILL We're hiring. You and me.
21. GWEN Oh, be real. She's going to be a live-in. And with all the expansion you're doing with the chain - not to mention the help I need before the baby comes - I'm going to be doing a helluva lot more living with her than you. WILL What you're saying is - my opinion isn't worth a shit. GWEN You wanna say you don't count? Yeah. Okay. When it comes to this decision, you don't count. WILL Blow me. Next you're going to say what? It's your baby and not mine? GWEN I wouldn't go there. WILL You're right. I won't go there. I'll go somewhere else! Angry, Will shoves the swinging door, nearly breaking it from the hinges, and he's gone. INT. BASEMENT TV ROOM A converted basement. No windows. night? Big screen TV, comfy sofa. wakes on the couch with a start WILL - What... what? A worried Gwen is standing over him. wearing a designer maternity suit. GWEN Gotta get up sometime, hon. WILL Leavin' pretty early... What time is it, anyway? (checks his watch) It's only seven! GWEN Yeah, it's seven. Seven in the evening. Tell me you haven't been lying here all day. She's made up for work, Who would know day from And a shirtless Will
22. Seven PM? That's odd. Will is groggy, lost. He sits up.
WILL Since... last night. GWEN When last night? "When?" WILL C'mon. After the fight.
Gwen sits down next to him. GWEN Wake up, hon... What fight? WILL ... The one where I was - What do you mean, "what fight?" The nannygirl fight. I wanted to put the brakes on hiring - what's-her-name? GWEN Sweetheart. Look at me... Why would we have fought last night about hiring Izzy when we'd already hired her yesterday morning? You should know. You checked her references Will is lost. Is he dreaming? Or did he dream the fight with Gwen? In the meantime, Gwen appears deeply concerned. GWEN (CONT'D) I'd really like to call Dr. Kamen. Okay? INT. DOCTOR'S EXAMINING ROOM - DAY As Will puts on his shirt, DR. KAMEN, an aging family physician, takes a seat on a stool with rollers. DR. KAMEN Hate to ask this, Will. drinking again? WILL No... I'm smoking again. DR. KAMEN Me, too. How about blurred vision? Headaches? WILL Just since I had this - uh - rear ender thing. Five or so months back. But are you
23. DR. KAMEN Lights dimming? Voices in your head? Visions? WILL Gimme a break. DR. KAMEN Gotta ask. It's not normal for a sober man to lose a whole day for no reason. Not that there aren't days we'd prefer to forget. You looking to forget something? Will simply shakes his head. DR. KAMEN (CONT'D) And since you quit drinking, this one blackout is the only episode you can recall? WILL The last blackout I remember was before I quit the booze and drugs. And that lasted four months. INT. MONTAGE OF TESTS - OUTPATIENT TESTING FACILITY - DAY Will patiently goes through more than just a couple of tests. His blood is drawn, he gets x-rayed, he goes through an MRI, nuclear eye-exam, and a cranial Catscan. INT. DOCTOR'S EXAMINING ROOM - DAY Another day. Dr. Kamen and Will with the test results hanging from various viewers. DR. KAMEN Let me ask you something weird... Ever fall asleep while reading a book? But instead of the story stopping when your eyes close, your mind keeps the story going, making stuff up on it's own? That's how the subconscious works. It picks up precisely where the conscious mind leaves off. WILL The blackouts. The arguments that didn't happen. All this because I got whiplash? Can't say. DR. KAMEN But know this. (MORE)
24. DR. KAMEN (CONT'D) The subconscious brain is completely untamed. It doesn't know memory from fiction. Add to that years of drug abuse and some recent blunt force trauma? WILL What you're saying is that - my mind has a mind of it's own. DR. KAMEN I like that. Your mind has a mind of it's own. Could I use that in a paper I'm writing? INT. FOYER - SULLIVAN HOME - NIGHT This is moving-in-day for Izzy. She's assisted by the milkywhite-skinned STARR, who's loaded down with boxes. The moment is cheerful. IZZY Gwen? This is my baby sister, Starr. Starr, this is Gwen - my boss? So no tellin' mean sister stories. GWEN Oh, you said it. That means she has to tell it. And don't leave anything out. STARR Should I start with stealing clothes or stealing boyfriends? IZZY You will not! They're all laughing. Then just as Gwen leads the way to the nanny quarters, the mood is broken for Starr, who is briefly frozen by Will's strange stare through the halfcracked door of the study, which Will merely shuts. EXT. BOAT DOCK - SULLIVAN'S BACK YARD - NIGHT Sneaking another moonlight smoke, Will thinks he's alone. IZZY (O.S.) Got a light? - Whoops. It's okay. me. WILL Looks like I'm busted. IZZY Your secret's safe with
25. Izzy reveals her own cigarette. Clink-flip, clink-flip. That familiar, springy sound of Will's Zippo. Then as he lights her cigarette... WILL ... But is your secret safe with me? IZZY Is it? WILL Pretty militant, my wife. with the baby coming... IZZY I totally understand. can't And now
You and me
WILL - Not ever. She can't have a clue. If she finds out, we're both fired. Izzy laughs. IZZY Okay. Let's make a pact... (smiles) ... Not to smoke around the baby. And just as Will begins to wonder if it's okay to have secrets with this sexy new employee... IZZY (CONT'D) Cool lighter. Can I see it. Will hands off the Zippo. Izzy examines it in the moonlight. There's a faded, yellow smiley face etched onto it. That you? IZZY (CONT'D) Mister smiley face.
WILL It was gift. And don't ask who from because it was so long ago I don't remember. That said, Will and Izzy share the moonlight and their respective secret. INT. WILL'S FORD EXPLORER - NIGHT A tree-lined street flanked by some of Marblehead's oldestmoneyed homes. Will and Gwen are queued in a line of cars waiting for the valet in front of her parent's home.
26. WILL Sullivan. Oh yes. Are you any relation to the North Hampton Sullivans? (mock-whispers) No. I'm the Sullivan from Southie. You know me. Pizza Man. Married the judge's daughter, moved in next door. The North Shore hasn't been the same since the paddy moved in. GWEN C'mon. Thought you were a tough guy. How bad could this crowd be? INT. GEORGIAN HOME (GWEN'S PARENTS) - ESSEX, MASS - NIGHT Crowded with many of the North Shore's bluest bloods, Will searches the room for Gwen. Can't see her. Will hears SNIPPETS of blue blood conversations, none of which remotely interest him. Uncomfortable, he escapes onto EXT. REAR DECK - GEORGIAN HOME (GWEN'S PARENTS) - NIGHT Adorned with strings of white lights. Will steps outside into the cool, reveals a cigarette pack and his old Zippo lighter. After a few, stress relieving puffs, he's joined by a fuzzy-looking guest. Heavily bearded, he's underdressed for the event, sporting only a sport jacket, tie, and poorly matched trousers. We'll call him MR. WOLF. MR. WOLF How embarrassed am I? Black tie party and I don't get the memo. WILL Whoops. MR. WOLF No shit, whoops. I stand out like a turd in a punch bowl. Will laughs. He's liking this fuzzy guy already.
WILL Friends of the... MR. WOLF Came with the Bindorfs... Our kids go to the same nursery school. How about you? WILL Nursery school? I graduated. was downhill after that. It
27. MR. WOLF (laughs) I meant kids. WILL First one's on the way. MR. WOLF Hope you had an easier go of it than me and my missus... We had to go the mad science route to have a baby. If you know what I mean? WILL Oh, I understand all too well. MR. WOLF You, too? Damn. So what was your torture du jour? Donor egg? Tissue typing. WILL We didn't get that radical. In Vitro. Lucky us, it took on the third try. (mocking) I can say with pride that my kid was conceived during a night of passion in a Petri dish. Mr. Wolf laughs, then eases closer to Will. in his voice. MR. WOLF Ever wonder if the baby's yours? The question twists Will. Did he just ask... There's a hush
MR. WOLF (CONT'D) I mean, I wasn't there. I'm figuring you weren't there, either. So what's to keep the doctor from using somebody else's... you know what I mean. How would you ever know until it was too late? The stare Will gives. There's no question that the stranger has crossed a delicate boundary. Will turns at the sound of Gwen's voice GWEN - There you are. I was starting to think you'd ditched me. ... No. WILL I was just -
28. Will turns back to Mr. Wolf. But the bearded man in the bad sport jacket is gone. Gwen picks up a scent in the air. GWEN Were you smoking just now? (then...) You were. You started up again. WILL It's not like I'm drinking. GWEN C'mon back inside. here. It's chilly out
But Will holds a moment, as if to wonder if Mr. Wolf was ever really there. INT. OB-GYN'S OFFICE - DAY Dr. Hart, Gwen's OB-GYN, sits at the edge of his desk. DR. HART You're not the first husband to show this particular concern? But it's just unusual for me to meet with only the husband. The husband is Will. The seat next to him is empty.
WILL This is my issue, not hers... You're always doing some kind of test on her. What's one more? DR. HART Let me explain a DNA test. It requires the extraction of amniotic fluid and it's not without risk to the baby. Not to mention it's usually reserved to detect important issues, such as birth defects WILL - Important issues. DR. HART Look. I've seen a few husbands behave rashly at the notion that a child might not be theirs - Know what? WILL I shouldn't have come.
DR. HART How's this? Why don't I give you the name of somebody to talk to -
29. But Will's already out the door. INT. SULLIVAN HOME - NIGHT In the DINING ROOM, Will and Gwen are setting the table... GWEN Can't you understand how much it hurts that you talked to him without talking to me first? WILL He had no business calling you GWEN - No business calling me? He's my OB, Will! My doctor! Not yours! WILL Dammit! Is it so rotten to wanna make sure I'm the father? GWEN What if you're not? the baby any less? The question hangs in the air. GWEN (CONT'D) I'm pregnant! Why can't you let this be wonderful? WILL Because I wasn't there! wouldn't wait! And you Would you love
Will slams the last plate onto the table. It explodes into a hundred pieces. After which, Will finds himself eerily frozen, his eyes fixed on an odd piece of china that wildly spins like a coin before coming to rest. IZZY (O.S.) Excuse me. Will and Gwen twist their heads in unison. Inside the doorway stands Izzy with Gwen's parents, Judge Herman and Jean. How long have they been standing there? How much did they hear? INT. DINING ROOM - SULLIVAN HOME - LATER A quiet, icy scene as the two couples pick at their meal. JEAN Have the two of you thought anything about a baptism?
30. WILL What's there to think about? JEAN We were wondering if the baby will be raised Protestant? Or possibly Catholic? I'm asking out of concern for the baby. And Will's the first Catholic in our family - Mother. GWEN Will's a lapsed Catholic.
JUDGE I guess that settles it. GWEN Mom. Daddy. It's up to Will and I to decide about a baptism. Gwen gives Will a look that signals apology and forgiveness. A sign that, despite the spat, they're still a united front. EXT. BOSTON FLOWER MART - DAWN Flowers as far as the eye can see. INT. Will pays cash.
MASTER BEDROOM - SULLIVAN HOME - MORNING
Gwen wakes to find the bed covered by multicolored flower petals and a room chock-full of fresh flowers. Izzy appears. IZZY That husband of yours. somethin'. Yeah. GWEN If you only knew. He can be
Gwen is aglow amongst all the incredible colors. EXT. OFFICE BUILDING FOR PAPA LEONI, INC. - NIGHT Will waits just inside the doors until Le Roy's blood red Lincoln pulls up to the curb. Will tries to jump in the car. But as usual, the door sticks. Will has to give it an extra hard yank. INT. LE ROY'S LINCOLN - NIGHT Finally Will is seated. fully shut. Occupied by a car door that won't
WILL Christ, cowboy. What's it gonna take for you to dump this pile of -
31. - Only now does Will look at Le Roy. behind the wheel. It's Mr. Wolf. WILL (CONT'D) What the MR. WOLF - We need to talk. WILL You! This isn't your - get out of the Goddamn car! MR. WOLF - And you need to listen. Instinctively, Will balls his fist. He's prepared to cross the console and strike if he has to. But Mr. Wolf steps on the gas, dangerously wheeling the Lincoln out into traffic. WILL Whatever the - Whoever you are, pull it over. Right now! Zoom. Mr. Wolf goes right through a red light WILL (CONT'D) WATCH IT! - and up the expressway on-ramp. MR. WOLF Better put your seat belt on. SCREEEEP! The Lincoln scrapes the guardrail as it charges up the on-ramp and onto the expressway. MR. WOLF (CONT'D) I said put on your seat belt! Will scrambles to pull on the seat belt, turns to Mr. Wolf, only to note that Mr. Wolf does not wear his seat belt. The Lincoln surges. It's clear to Will that he's with an insane man. Will tries to find a calm center. WILL Look. Take the next exit. Stop the car. I won't press charges. MR. WOLF There's something you must hear WILL - STOP THE CAR! That's it. Will reaches for the wheel, only to find a snubnosed revolver stuck in his face. But it's not Le Roy
32. WILL (CONT'D) Okay okay okay. You made your point MR. WOLF - What I need to say will sound deranged. And if you won't hear it, then something inside you (thumps his chest) - Something in here must! If you refuse to believe, everything you hold close will cease to breathe. (then...) I've been watching. Waiting for the day. And now I'm certain. The baby your wife carries isn't yours. And now it's up to us - you and me - to stop this. WILL Stop what? MR. WOLF The devil. WILL Aw, fuck me! Mr. Wolf has put the gun down between his legs in order to steer the car with both hands. Will moves whip fast, snatches the gun, falls back against the passenger door, and turns the snub-nose around. OKAY. WILL (CONT'D) PULL THE CAR OVER!
MR. WOLF You wanna shoot me? Shoot. Ninety miles per hour, how many will you kill? Not to mention what chance will you have to save your wife? Will cocks the weapon. Undeterred, Mr. Wolf twists the wheel and cuts the Lincoln across all four lanes toward the median. HORNS BLARE. Will grabs the dash! MR. WOLF (CONT'D) Listen to me! Fear is a friend and faith is your compass. So I ask you, how is your faith? WILL No, no, no, no MR. WOLF - There are questions to the answers and answers to the questions. (MORE)
33. MR. WOLF (CONT'D) It's all there. In the book. Everything you need to know is in the book. An eighteen-wheeler BLOWS its horn, pushing Will away from the window. Look, man. you want WILL I don't know who or what
MR. WOLF - If I'm Wesley Dean Theroux, I'm everywhere. My reach is long. I'm on the inside... Understand? The inside! Will's lost. Wesley Dean who?
MR. WOLF (CONT'D) You don't remember? WILL Remember? MR. WOLF Wesley Dean Theroux! Will merely shakes his terrified head. MR. WOLF (CONT'D) For Christ's sake. It was on TV! It's all too freaky for Will. He's plastered up against the door, useless gun in his hand, the world speeding by. MR. WOLF (CONT'D) Think! The doctor? Why that doctor? Who picked him? You? Your missus? (snaps his finger) You see, the doctor is the question. We answer the question, we make it to heaven. Now, answer me loud and clear. ARE YOU SCARED YET? WILL Why don't you just tell me what you want from me? MR. WOLF It's hard, isn't it? Look at me... I SAID, IT'S HARD, ISN'T IT? Will looks at Mr. Wolf and the scenery blowing past at nearly a hundred MPH.
34. MR. WOLF (CONT'D) Faith - is - hard. With that, Mr. Wolf lets go of the wheel. Both hands free. He turns his gaze to Will - crazed smile spreading wide. EXT. DESERTED ROADSIDE - NIGHT We START CLOSE on the snub-nosed revolver in Will's hand, cylinder swung open and empty. The gun was never loaded. MR. WOLF It's not your fault. Bad things happen. Even to good people like you. (hands over a five dollar bill) Remember that one? I wrote my phone number on it. And then as a final reminder to who he is, Mr. Wolf puts on those wrap-around sunglasses and Red Sox cap before peeling away in Le Roy's Lincoln. INT. PAPA LEONI'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT We watch a fax machine spitting out the mug shot photo of a man named WESLEY DEAN THEROUX. We can read the name, but can't yet see the face. REVERSE ANGLE reveals Carly, who pulls the fax and hands it to DETECTIVE INGRAM. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - PAPA LEONI'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT Will, Le Roy, and Detective Ingram. DETECTIVE INGRAM Okay. Mr. Sullivan. This guy who carjacked you? You said he called himself Wesley Dean Theroux? WILL ... No. I said that was the only name he mentioned. DETECTIVE INGRAM And before today, you never heard of Wesley Dean Theroux? LE ROY I've heard of him. That count toward getting my car back? WILL I don't see what that has to do with me getting jacked. Ingram holds the faxed mug shot. Will shakes his head.
35. WILL (CONT'D) That's not him. The guy had a beard (gestures beard) Real ZZ Top, you know. DETECTIVE INGRAM ZZ Top - "Tube Snake Boogie?" MTV, "Sharp-Dressed Man?" Will doesn't know the difference. Or ZZ -
Ingram moves on.
DETECTIVE INGRAM (CONT'D) Well, this particular Wesley Dean Theroux is in a six-by-twelve on death row, waiting for his meat to get cooked sometime around Thanksgiving. Whatever. WILL But that's not the guy -
DETECTIVE INGRAM - Not the guy you saw at the cocktail party or the Bruins game. Right. Got all that along with the crazy baby stuff. Some weird shit. WILL So you can understand why I'd prefer my wife didn't know DETECTIVE INGRAM - Gotcha. Most likely, your guy's just a nutbag who doesn't like his own name. Go home. If the guy turns up - with or without the vehicle we'll put him in the toaster. See what pops up... Ingram hands back the five dollar bill with the phone number. WILL You call the number? DETECTIVE INGRAM Yeah. Some kinda sleep disorder clinic in Foxborough. Locals got your description. They'll run a check. EXT. SULLIVAN HOME - NIGHT
Will parks in the driveway, turns off the engine, then sits there for a moment, trying to calm his shaking hands.
36. INT. SULLIVAN HOME - NIGHT CAMERA FOLLOWING Will through the backdoor. He hangs up his keys and coat. Noises UP as Will passes the short corridor to Izzy's room. Her door is slightly cracked, TV on. For a split moment, he sees THE TV SCREEN The videotaped sonogram of Gwen's womb - the fetus moving! But the TV screen suddenly switches to a Red Sox game. The door swings open. Will finds himself face to face with a youngish man named CLEM. CLEM Sorry, man. Thought you was Izzy sneakin' up on me. WILL Who the hell are you? CLEM Hey. I'm Clem. Izzy's brother... You must be the father-to-be WILL - What were you watching? CLEM ... Ball game. WILL Bullshit. Will pushes past Clem, heads right to the VCR. the videotape and shows it to Clem. CLEM Oh, that... Beautiful, man. Never seen anything like it. Your missus was showin' it to Izzy. Guess she left it in the machine. Does Will buy it? He stares down Clem. He pops out
CLEM (CONT'D) Know what? You're a lucky man. You're gonna have a beautiful baby. Will finally EXITS, passing the KITCHEN on the way to the rear stairs. Izzy is at the microwave. Her back to him, she wears a light cotton nightgown and sways to a song in her own head. Will's a man, so he can't help but look. Somehow, Izzy knows he's there. IZZY She's sleeping, you know.
37. WILL ... What's that? IZZY Had a headache this big. (gestures) Wanna share some apple pie? Before Will can answer, she's sliced her piece in half, and slid the plate across the counter toward him. Will blinks, as if trying to wipe the day's events from his brain. WILL I met your brother IZZY - I promise he'll be out by morning. Anyway, Gwen said it was okay. WILL Right... How'd things go today? IZZY Okay, I guess. How about you? Will merely shakes his head. IZZY (CONT'D) That good? WILL Yeah, well... Izzy swirls a coffee cup with ice in it and brings it to her lips. WILL (CONT'D) Drinking on the job. A smile crosses Izzy's face. Is she busted?
WILL (CONT'D) Can't smell much anymore. But good bourbon? (touches his nose) Don't worry. You're off the clock. IZZY Want some? Nope. WILL Not anymore.
IZZY Really. You, like, in AA or something like that?
38. WILL Not exactly. I had a problem. stopped having a problem. IZZY Just like that? WILL Just like that... Of course, when you lose four months of your life to a single blackout, I think it's time to quit. Don't you? Four months? IZZY Like poof? So I
WILL When I came to, I was staring at a bowl of Fruit Loops. IZZY Lemme guess. You found your higher power on the back of a cereal box? WILL What I found was me. (forks another slice) I'm my own higher power. Izzy lifts her glass to Will in a toast. She knocks back the bourbon. Will stares at her. He decides to shift gears. WILL (CONT'D) Bourbon and pie. That's different. IZZY I am such a daddy's girl. When I was like this big, I'd get up in the middle of the night, go to the kitchen for a glass of water. There'd be my pops. Apple pie a la mode and a glass of bourbon. Said it made him happy. Simple, you know? More eating. But there's a tension between bites.
IZZY (CONT'D) So how'd you and Gwen meet? WILL Downtown flower mart. Around five in the morning, I'm down there buying flowers for my old man's funeral. She's buying flowers for her office. Izzy is leaning over her food, on her elbows, her breasts nearly exposed, gently brushing the granite.
39. WILL (CONT'D) I ask her to breakfast. Took her some place in the old neighborhood. Turns out she'd lived her whole life in Boston, but she'd never been South of King Street... That was ten years ago. But you know what? Same day every year. No matter how cold, no matter how bad the weather, she gets me up and we go down to the mart. Buy flowers, eat breakfast... Until, well, this morning. She slept, I went to the mart. Wow. IZZY She really loved you.
As opposed to "She really loves you." The inference isn't lost on Will. Izzy reveals a cigarette. IZZY (CONT'D) Hey. Where's that smiley-face lighter of yours? WILL In the house? Huh uh. That's a rule we're not gonna break. IZZY You know what? (eyes locked on Will) I'd fuck you if you asked. With two fingers she swirls the bourbon in her glass, then sticks them in her mouth, followed by that cigarette. Before answering, he squeezes his eyes shut. CUT IN - CLOSE ON WILL'S EYES They snap open. But his head appears to be on a pillow. pull back to reveal INT. WILL'S FORD EXPLORER - DAWN Will's head isn't on a pillow. It's frozen against a deflated, driver's side airbag. SOUND UP as the JAWS OF LIFE move in to pry Will from the twisted wreckage of his Explorer. A fireman PARAMEDIC moves into Will's POV. PARAMEDIC CLOSE YOUR EYES, SIR! THE GLASS! I NEED YOU TO CLOSE YOUR EYES BECAUSE OF THE GLASS! Pull back WIDER to reveal the car pitched sideways in a roadside, the dented phone post, the fire truck, paramedic van, and COPS directing commuter traffic by the scene. We
40. INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - PARTITIONED HOSPITAL BED - DAY Will is bandaged, black-eyed, and strapped to the bed, with an IV stuck in his arm. All he can hear are the conjoined WHISPERS beyond the curtains. WHISPERS (MULTI-VOICES) .... Will... alcohol level two point eight... No, no. He's a recovering alcoholic... long time... don't know... lawyer... bail... how long?... What about Gwen... WILL WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ARE -- STOP TALKING AS IF I'M NOT GODDAMN HERE! Will's own shouting fires a sharp pain deep into his skull. Le Roy appears, gentle at Will's side. Hey. LE ROY How ya doin'? What
WILL Head feels like a footprint. am I doing here?
LE ROY That's what we're trying to put together. Will's head kills. Is this a nightmare? Is it real?
LE ROY (CONT'D) Whatever happened, whoever it was with, it's over now. Everything's gonna be ay-okay. WILL I don't remember what happened. LE ROY Got hammered and went one on one with a Mass-Ed pole. You survived, your car didn't. No, no. WILL Jesus -
LE ROY - Ssshhh. You can fight that fight later. Benders happen. You fell off the wagon. Had one of your blackouts. Blackout. he can Will's hands cover his eyes. He remembers what
41. WILL - Bourbon. She was drinking bourbon and I just had the... LE ROY Important thing is you're okay. But you've got a DUI charge to deal with. I've already called Bernie. He gave me the names of a couple lawyers WILL - Where's Gwen? Lemme just talk to Gwen first? Le Roy straightens, his demeanor shifts to cautious. WILL (CONT'D) I asked you - where's Gwen? LE ROY ... That's the question everyone wants to ask you. EXT. SULLIVAN HOME - DAY Police cars are parked in the driveway. INT. LIVING ROOM - SULLIVAN HOME - DAY Boston PD Detective Ingram is interviewing Izzy. wrecked. IZZY ... The two of them were fighting. I didn't want to hear any more so I shut my door and went to bed. DETECTIVE INGRAM This was before or after he offered you a drink? IZZY After. He offered me the drink. I said no thanks. Then when I said I was going to bed, he invited himself along. I said no thanks again WILL (O.S.) - That's bullshit! The CAMERA WHEELS to reveal Will having just entered. Roy is next to him. DETECTIVE INGRAM What's he doing in here? Can't you see I'm interviewing a witness! Le She appears
42. A black, linebacker-sized detective named ARNOT moves in to escort Will out of the room. WILL Where is she? Goddammit, Izzy! Where's Gwen? DETECTIVE INGRAM Get him outta here! WILL It's my Goddamn house! Maybe you should ask her what she's doing here? As cops push Will and Le Roy into another part of the house. DETECTIVE INGRAM Besides Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, you were the only one here last night. IZZY ... Yeah. INT. KITCHEN - SULLIVAN HOME - LATER Detective Ingram, Detective Arnot, Will, and Le Roy at the kitchen table. Detective Arnot slides a plastic-encased letter in front of Will. WILL'S POV - THE LETTER The document is type-written with no signature. DETECTIVE ARNOT Did you write it? WILL Why to Christ would I write a note from my wife to myself? DETECTIVE ARNOT You tell us. WILL I can't tell you because I didn't write it. DETECTIVE ARNOT Do you believe these are her words? Detective Ingram reaches over and snatches the letter. DETECTIVE "... I cannot bear to into this house while through your drinking (MORE) INGRAM bring a child you're working problems, your
43. DETECTIVE INGRAM (CONT'D) infidelity, and petty paranoia about who's the father of our baby. I find myself living in fear for myself and the baby..." (puts down the letter) Pretty cold. You must be some kind of asshole. Straight up. Did you hurt your wife? WILL My wife's not hurt and she's not gone. She's just taking some kind of... I don't know. Vacation. DETECTIVE INGRAM On vacation with who? The ZZ Top guy who hijacked you in your best friend's car? No answer from Will. DETECTIVE ARNOT Mr. Sullivan. We'd like to look around your house. WILL If I thought it would help you find my wife? Yes. But now I'm thinking you should get a warrant. DETECTIVE INGRAM Show it to him. Detective Arnot lays a search warrant in front of Will. DETECTIVE ARNOT We're going to need you to step outside while we do this. EXT. SULLIVAN HOME - DAY While the detectives inside are searching the house, Will's out front. He's about to light a cigarette LE ROY You sure smoking's a good idea Will turns at the sound of a CAR ENGINE STARTING. We see Izzy in her old, Honda Civic backing up the side driveway. POV SHOT - FROM INSIDE IZZY'S CAR As she's backing up, she sees in her REAR VIEW MIRROR that Will has run into the drive to block her path. Izzy puts the car in idle, then relucantly waits as Will walks around to her window. A beat, then she manually rolls it down.
44. WILL What happened last night? Izzy gives him an insulted look, as if to say "You don't remember?" WILL (CONT'D) ... It's a dead space. Blackout. IZZY And you have the balls to call me a liar to the police? What an asshole. It's clear that Will doesn't remember. Another beat.
IZZY (CONT'D) ... We drank. We had sex. You went upstairs. And that's all I need to know. WILL I had sex with you? She looks hard at him, now, doubly insulted. WILL (CONT'D) Did you tell the detectives? IZZY No. (then...) Maybe I just thought the part where I fucked my boss on the kitchen floor might best be left between us. We can see Will searching for anything in his memory that might inform him. Meanwhile, Izzy puts the car back into gear. IZZY (CONT'D) Shame on me. I shouldn't drink. Then again, neither should you. (turns to look at him) But you already knew that about yourself. So shame on you, too. With that said, Izzy backs out of the driveway. EXT. GEORGIAN HOME (GWEN'S PARENTS) - DAY The door swings open. The Judge finds himself face-to-face with Will who just pushes in. INT. GEORGIAN HOME (GWEN'S PARENTS) - CONT'D We FOLLOW WILL as he thrusts himself into the house.
45. WILL GWEN... GWEN, GODDAMMIT, TALK TO ME! JUDGE ... She's not here. that. You should know
WILL What should I know? You tell me. What am I supposed to know? JUDGE What did you do to my daughter? WILL GWEN! JUDGE I'll sign your death warrant if I find you've done something to my baby girl. Impasse. Will and the Judge. Will calms himself.
WILL Look. If she doesn't wanna talk, I'll understand JUDGE - Get out. (a step closer) Get out before I do something only a father would understand. The Judge's lips press together. He doesn't want to go on for fear he'll lose control. So he leaves it, chilling Will with a killer stare. Will says nothing more and EXITS. INT. MASTER BATHROOM - SULLIVAN HOME - DUSK Will tosses some water of GWEN'S WEDDING BAND up, examining it as if checks the inscription on his on the he was carved face, then freezes at the sight porcelain sink. Will picks it uncertain it was hers. He inside the band:
Till death... Will finds the toilet and vomits until there's nothing left in his stomach. CUT TO - BEDROOM At the foot of the bed stands Will. The flowers he'd bought only two days ago are already dying.
46. EXT. SULLIVAN HOME - DAY The TV CREWS parked outside the home come alive when: FEMALE REPORTER There he is! Sure enough, here comes Will, dressed, pressed, and walking up the path. The crews scramble for cable and mics. They instantly make a huddle around Will, who has come to face the cameras. Will holds up his hands until the media falls silent. WILL I have a statement. (begins reading:) My name is Will Sullivan. I'm here before you because I have nothing to hide. And because I need to put the word out to anybody who will listen that I want to find my wife. (holds up a picture) If you've seen Gwen, I'd like you to please call this number. Area code five-oh-five... EXT. THE BAY BEHIND THE SULLIVAN HOME - DAY Two police boats slowly troll the bay for signs of Gwen. From one boat, DIVERS slip underneath the surface. From another boat, HARBOR POLICE drop hooks from which to drag the bottom. INT. SUPPLIES ROOM - PAPA LEONI'S HOME OFFICE - DAY The Xerox machine chugs out colored flyers screaming, "HAVE YOU SEEN HER?" Each with Gwen's picture, the number to call, and the reward offered for information. INT. WILL'S OFFICE - DAY Carly and other OFFICE STAFF, holding stacks of the colored "Gwen" flyers. Will stands in front of them. Le Roy to the side. WILL In every store, on every window, stapled to every box. Customer buys a slice, he gets one of these. As Will holds up a flyer for emphasis, he doesn't miss Le Roy's disapproving look. Yet Will moves on. WILL (CONT'D) Vendors, too. They want our business? They can pass some around... That's all.
47. Carly and her crew EXIT, leaving Le Roy. WILL (CONT'D) You got a problem? Le Roy swallows whatever issues worry him, then moves in whisper close to Will. LE ROY I did it the way you asked. I went to the place Holly Hot-Nanny listed on her ten-ninety-nine. Knocked on doors. Talked to people. Been awhile since anybody saw her - saw her boyfriend. WILL Boyfriend? LE ROY Yeah, some no-job nothin' named Clem. WILL You mean her brother. LE ROY Nobody said nothin' about a brother. On Will. His mind reels.
INT. BOSTON FLOWER MART - DAWN After another night without sleep, Will finds himself on a bench amongst the acres of flowers, alone with a stack of flyers. A female FLOWER VENDOR appears before Will. FLOWER VENDOR Can I help you find something? ... The day. WILL It started here.
FLOWER VENDOR Yeah. It's a nice place to start every day. The Flower Vendor goes back to her job. Eventually, Will finds his feet. We watch him wander deeper into the Flower Mart, handing out flyers to anybody who will take one. WE SLOWLY FADE OUT: INT. WILL'S OFFICE - DAY An official sit down between Will, his lawyer BERNARD FIRTH, Detectives Ingram and Arnot. Will looks drawn and lost.
48. DETECTIVE INGRAM It's been two weeks. We expect you've informed your client what this means. BERNARD FIRTH So it turns from a missing persons to a murder investigation. Fine. We're all grown ups here. If this is the uncomfortable part where you ask my client for a lie detector test, the answer is no. DETECTIVE INGRAM If he's a grown up, then let him talk. Forget it. - Screw it. We SLOWLY DISSOLVE: INT. LAW OFFICE READING ROOM - DAY Small room, big windows. Will sits, hooked up to the polygraph. Waiting for the examination to begin, Will nervously plays with his Zippo - clink-flip, clink-flip. POLYGRAPH EXAMINER This is a non-smoking building. WILL I'm not smoking. Off a look from the examiner, Will pockets the lighter. POLYGRAPH EXAMINER I'll first ask some test questions. Answer with a simple yes or no. After the test questions, I'll come back with the questions agreed upon by the police and your attorney. Will nods. The Examiner starts the machine. float across the moving paper. The ink needles BERNARD FIRTH You're not going to bully WILL I wanna take it.
POLYGRAPH EXAMINER (CONT'D) Is your name William John Sullivan? WILL Yes. POLYGRAPH EXAMINER Is today Wednesday?
49. WILL Yes. WILL'S POV - THE POLYGRAPH EXAMINER And everything goes white for him - washing out the room. BACK TO WILL He's no longer in the room with the polygraph examiner. Instead, he's outside, standing against a pale sky, with what appears to be red snowflakes falling about him. Then again, this could be dried blood. He watches some flakes fall until some land on a naked body, white and dead with flies buzzing about. We don't see the face of the body. We can only tell that it's a woman. AND BANG! Will is now back in the reading room. He's still hooked up to the machine, but alone. The Polygraph Examiner is gone. Will is aching for air. He jumps when his lawyer, Bernard Firth suddenly enters. He stares down at his winded client. BERNARD FIRTH Congratulations. You passed. EXT. FOYER - SULLIVAN HOME - NIGHT The doorbell RINGS. We HOLD ON THE DOOR. After a moment, a sleep-deprived Will opens the door to find a nervous TEENAGER in a Papa Leoni's uniform. He holds a boxed pizza. DELIVERY GUY Mr. Le Roy sent me. Said it's on the house... But like, you are the house. Right? A nervous laugh from the delivery guy. Will digs in his wallet for a tip. The smallest bill he finds is that FIVE DOLLAR BILL with a telephone number inked across it. DELIVERY GUY (CONT'D) (peeks inside) Wow. It all began with just one pizza pub. Will hands the kid a twenty dollar bill and just as he's about to shut the door, he glimpses the familiar profile of a POLICE CRUISER driving past. EXT. SULLIVAN HOME - CONT'D The police CRUISER slows, watching the pizza Delivery Guy pull away. Then, just past the Sullivan home, the OFFICER gives a nod to the PLAIN-CLOTHES COP in an unmarked sedan, staking out Will's house.
50. When the Plain-Clothes Cop turns his attention back to the house, he nearly jumps out of his skin, because Will is standing right at his window. Will raps his knuckles against the window. The Plain-Clothes Cop reluctantly rolls the window down and flashes his shield. WILL Looking for somebody? PLAIN-CLOTHES We're looking for Mrs. Sullivan. WILL Yeah? If you were looking for my wife you'd be out knocking on doors and asking questions. You'd be anywhere but here. INT. WILL'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT Will dials the number written on the five dollar bill. MACHINE MESSAGE (OVER PHONE) You've reached The Sleep-Away House, a clinic for sleep disorders, dream and memory recovery. For an appointment, press one Will hangs up. WE DISSOLVE INTO:
MONTAGE - FROM NIGHT INTO DAY Will logs onto the internet. He begins with a simple search: WESLEY DEAN THEROUX. We see him on Amazon.com, scrolling through books on cults. Branch Davidians. Jim Jones. He surfs through hundreds of websites, refining the searches, signing onto bulletin boards and typing the same questions over and over again: "LOOKING IN BOSTON AREA... KNOWS ABOUT W.D. THEROUX... WOULD BE WILLING TO MEET..." Morning dawns and Will is clean out of patience. He bounces the mouse of the computer screen and stands, staring wearily into the sunrise. When he returns to the computer to turn the unit off, he freezes. An INSTANT MESSAGE has appeared: "R u still looking for help?" Seated again, Will hesitates before tapping out his answer: "WHO ARE YOU?" "I'm Dave. Who are you?"
"I'M LOOKING FOR SOMEONE WITH ANSWERS."
51. "I might be that someone... for a price." INT. CRAMPED STUDIO APARTMENT - DAY The windows are blacked out with aluminum foil. The walls are floor to ceiling books and magazines, adorned with cheap picture frames containing vintage headlines of famous crimes. Will sits in a rickety chair. DARLING DAVE (O.S.) Sorry about the mess. Introducing DARLING DAVE. He's an unexercised, middle-aged man bruised by recent plastic surgery. He's flaked out across a frilly, well-tended bed. He pulls out a joint, but he can't seem to find a light. He makes a "cigarette lighter" gesture. DARLING DAVE (CONT'D) Got one? Will reaches into his pocket. He tosses Darling Dave his Zippo. Darling Dave lights the joint, tosses the lighter back to Will, then offers a hit to Will. Thanks. WILL I quit that awhile ago.
DARLING DAVE Good for you. Helps me with the pain, you know. I'll bet you think all these bandages are kinda freaky. But hey, I'm just five more surgeries away from flowering into a total Marilyn. Then, maybe, I can clear the Kennedys of all that ugly gossip. An awkward moment. Finally, Darling Dave stands and circles around to a bookcase. When he squats, he unashamedly exposes his ass-crack. DARLING DAVE (CONT'D) Okay. While I see what I got here, why don't you tell me where and when you joined the Theroux fan club? Not a fan. WILL Just a tourist.
DARLING DAVE And the bus stops here. I getcha. I suppose there are worse addictions than being a curiosity seeker. (starts pulling books) This one's no good. Or that one, can't believe I read that one. (MORE)
52. DARLING DAVE (CONT'D) This one's okay, not great, though. Now, this one... (he's holds a book) Definitive reading, come-as-you-are, facts is facts - Theroux as a Jim Jones kinda guy. Leads all his followers to eat the Jell-O. Good news is, it doesn't leave out the good stuff. The gory-gory WILL - There's this out-of-print book I found on the internet. By the guy who prosecuted Theroux. What was his name? DARLING DAVE ... Allatore. Vance Allatore. WILL You got that? DARLING DAVE ... Don't know. Somewhere, maybe. (starts looking) I do remember a stupid line in the dust jacket. Something like "Entertaining reading from the man who put Death Theroux on Death Row." In my opinion, he was obviously more interested in selling books than selling reality... Here it is. (regards the book) He gets pretty wacky with this hairbrained theory that not all in the cult died that day. Somethin' about there being more leftover Jell-O cups than dead people. Some ate the Jell-O and died, some ate the Jell-O and didn't die. And, maybe, the survivors still walk among us. Woo woo. If for nothing else, it's a good beach read. Darling Dave tosses the second book back to Will. The title, "TRUE BELIEVERS." Will briefly browses the book. He flips it open to the back flap of the dust jacket. Will freezes! CLOSE - THE AUTHOR PHOTO The picture is of Mr. Wolf. Fifteen years younger, sans the beard. But definitely the same man from the football game and the cocktail party - the same man who hijacked Will in Le Roy's car. Under the photo is a name: VANCE ALLATORE.
53. DARLING DAVE (CONT'D) Sad story. Case of his life. Proves murder without motive, brags about it in a book. Then at the height of his career (snaps his fingers) - Ol' Vance Allatore comes home to find his wife and kids butchered. I mean, a real meat grinder of a crime scene. After that, he just lost it. In the head, you know. Went underground. BACK ON WILL He discovers that he's no longer seated in Darling Dave's apartment. Instead, HE'S SEATED AT THE REAR OF A COURTROOM. CUT IN - COURTROOM SCENE Not just any courtroom. This is the courtroom where a killer is being tried. A younger VANCE ALLATORE, aka Mr. Wolf, paces the length of the jury box giving his closing arguments. Will, dressed just as he was with Darling Dave, looks to his left and right. He's squeezed between ONLOOKERS. The Prosecutor's voice booms with words that lack distinction, the sound a wall of frustrating warble. Then, as Will leans closer, the words become clear enough to discern. JUDGE (O.S.) What the hell are you looking at? Oh my God. The man behind the bench is Judge Herman Corbett! Gwen's father, Will's father-in-law. At first, Will thinks the old man has directed the question at him. He then realizes the question was directed at the defendant. THEROUX Sorry Judge. But there's someone in the gallery who shouldn't be here. JUDGE And who would that be? THEROUX Him. CLOSE ON - WESLEY DEAN THEROUX But we don't see his face. Just the back of his head. when he slowly turns as if he's about to face Will... You with me? DARLING DAVE (O.S.) Hello? Only
CUT BACK IN - DARLING DAVE'S APARTMENT
54. Snap. Will is back in the room with his host. What happened? And how long was he gone? He is visibly shaken, gripping the rickety chair to make sure he's really, really there. Darling Dave looks a little freaked out. DARLING DAVE (CONT'D) You okay, Honey? Swear to god, your eyeballs rolled all the way back into your skull. WILL (to himself) My mind has a mind of its own. An uncomfortable moment as Will gathers himself. WILL (CONT'D) How much do I owe you? DARLING DAVE Becoming Marilyn isn't cheap. INT. SULLIVAN HOME - NIGHT We MOVE slowly through the house. It's dark and deadly quiet. Then RING goes the phone. At least until the machine picks up. It's Gwen's VOICE on the machine. PHONE MACHINE (Gwen's voice) "Hi. We're not home so please leave a brief message. Thanks. BEEP." A long pause on the machine. Then whoever calls, finally hangs up. So the CAMERA MOVES on, through the living room and slowly dips into the open door to the basement. INT. BASEMENT TV ROOM - SULLIVAN HOME - CONT'D Darkness. Just Will and the flicker from the big screen TV. Which plays a MONTAGE OF VIDEOTAPE. First, the gruesome news footage of Theroux's crime scene. Aerial helicopter shots of the spiral of naked bodies. CLOSE SHOTS of the scattered Jell-O cups being bagged as evidence. Will pops open a bottle of Tylenol, knocks back some more capsules, swallows, then shoves in ANOTHER TAPE marked "PROPERTY OF BOSTON PUBLIC LIBRARIES." We see W.D. Theroux with his head down, face obscured by long, unruly hair, being led on a TV perp walk in front of the TV cameras. ANOTHER TAPE. News stories with a VARIETY of ANCHORS talking over crime scene footage. REPORTERS (ON TV) - A hundred dead, but just one left standing. Wesley Dean Theroux was arraigned today (MORE)
55. REPORTERS (ON TV) (CONT'D) (next REPORTER) - Another mass suicide in the news. It's not Jonestown. It's not even Waco. It's right here in New England. The dead include men and women who were raised right next door (next REPORTER) - Suicide or murder? That's the question on the mind of Deputy District Attorney, Vance Allatore. On the screen appears VANCE ALLATORE, aka Mr. Wolf, as young as he appeared in Will's lost moment with Darling Dave. VANCE ALLATORE (ON TV) - The defense can talk all it wants about free will. Free will to associate with a con man like Wesley Dean Theroux. Free will to eat from a poisoned cup. But let me say to you, Wesley Dean Theroux is not Mr. Rogers and his followers were not out for a late night snack. FAST FORWARD, more news footage. Covered bodies are being wheeled from an understated home into a Coroner's Van. NEWS ANCHOR (V.O.) - Tragedy today has felled Wesley Dean Theroux prosecutor, Vance Allatore. Allatore's wife and two children were murdered last night in what police sources describe as a thrill-killing Video images of an emotionally devastated Vance Allatore, a whisper of his former self, sunken-eyed and unable to fend off the glare of TV cameras, as if he'd already snapped. This is followed by a brief replay of some Theroux trial footage. At a moment where the younger Vance Allatore is crossing from the bench back to the prosecution table, Will freezes on an image of the gallery, rewinds, then advances the picture frame by frame until it freezes. CLOSE ON - THE FROZEN TV IMAGE In the rear of a packed courtroom gallery, Will can make out a semi-blurred face, half-hidden behind the foreground subject of Vance Allatore. Will studies the TV screen. Is that semi-blurred image of a younger Clem? INT. LE ROY'S OFFICE - PAPA LEONI OFFICE - NIGHT The phone rings... and rings and rings. FRAME and answers. Le Roy steps INTO
56. LE ROY ... Yeah, hello. (waits) Hello? There appears to be nobody at the other end. But just as Le Roy commits to hanging up, a familiar, but hollow voice... WILL (OVER PHONE) ... You ever have that one bad dream? LE ROY Will? WILL (OVER PHONE) You're falling. And that last second before you hit the ground you wake up. Every fuckin' time. Why do I always wake up? LE ROY You're freaking me out. Just tell me where you are and I'll WILL (OVER PHONE) - There are questions to the answers and answers to the questions... Gwen's due date is nine weeks from today. I gotta go. I gotta find my wife. (long silence) Take care of business while I'm gone. Click. Will hangs up. Le Roy is left wondering.
EXT. BROWN STREET - SOUTH BOSTON - RAINY NIGHT A cramped, Southie street flanked with pubs and four-story walk-ups. At a payphone, Will hangs up after his call to Le Roy. He pulls up the hood of his sweatshirt, crosses the street, and disappears down into a SUBWAY ENTRANCE. EXT. WOODED POND - DAY
Off the beaten path, but today, the scene is chock-full of COPS and FIREMEN. A heavy-duty chain is pulled taut by a construction crane. The diesel engine ROARS and the crane exhumes a car from the water. DETECTIVE INGRAM "My pappy said son yer gonna drive me to drinkin' if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln." Sure enough, here comes Le Roy's blood red Lincoln at the business end of the crane hook.
57. DETECTIVE ARNOT If that's your idea of a quality rap, we're gonna have to re-examine our musical priorities. Before the Lincoln is moved to the waiting flatbed, a fire fighter pries the trunk open. The lid pops and, after a rush of water, out tumbles a body! A man's body, the pant cuff catching on the latch, leaving the cadaver dead and dangling. CLOSE ON - THE BODY Vance Allatore. AKA Mr. Wolf. His body bloated, his head gashed open. A rosary slips from his wrist to the ground. DETECTIVE ARNOT (CONT'D) Is that your ZZ Top guy? A DIVER emerges from the lake with a claw hammer. CLOSE ON - THE HAMMER There are bits of hair and blood stuck in the claw. the hammer bagged as evidence. DETECTIVE INGRAM Just order up a warrant. EXT. ROADSIDE DINER - TEMPLETON, MASS - DAY Snap. The lid goes back on the Tylenol bottle. We're across two rusty old railroad dining cars parked on the side of the road. WILL Wearing sunglasses and a wool cap, anxiously rattles the plastic Tylenol bottle while watching the diner from shade of the Exxon station across the street. Finally, a new blue Cadillac crunches the gravel of the diner parking lot. Mo Gaffney appears, flanked by two hefty WISE GUY wannabes. One stays with the car, the other enters the diner with Mo. Will waits a few beats, looks both ways, then crosses the street. INT. ROADSIDE DINER - DAY Will joins Mo in a booth at the rear of the old train car. MO GAFFNEY How's it goin', Mr. Popular? WILL How's it goin'? All this time I've been wondering. Where's a fat guy like you buy clothes? Home Depot? We see
58. MO GAFFNEY Go ahead and make jokes. I'm not the one who's hot as fuckin' Hades. WILL You think that gives you some kinda leverage? You still gotta prove you can deliver. MO GAFFNEY I'm the fuckin' Power Company. that don't make me some public utility. But
WILL You want a taste of the chain? You're gonna need my signature. Otherwise, go freebase some Krispy Kremes. Mo begins with a few faxed pages. One is a mug shot of Izzy.
MO GAFFNEY Isabelle Lorraine. AKA Lorraine Brown, Sandra Burroughs, blah blah blah. Born in Hartford. Mother unknown. Lotta foster care stuff. Fifteen years old, arrested for solicitation and possession. (with a wink at Will) Just the kinda girl I'd hire to take care of my little rugrats. WILL She told us she was some kind of military brat. MO GAFFNEY Whatever. She's just another lying skank if you ask me. Wasn't easy to find, either. WILL The cash, the cash. With a nod from Mo, one of the wannabes pulls out an envelope, thick with hundreds. Will is about to pocket the dough when MO GAFFNEY Hey. Do the thing. You know. The thing you did back when you were a bad boy. WILL Let's skip it and do the rest.
59. MO GAFFNEY You're not exactly in the position to say no. WILL I already know the total. MO GAFFNEY Who knows? I mighta short-stacked you. Or there might be a little bonus. C'mon. It's like sex. You don't forget. Reluctantly, Will pulls out the stack of cash, bound by a thick rubber band. Will hefts it, then, holding it up to his ear, fans the bills. He does it again. WILL Fourteen six, fourteen seven. Mo slaps his hands together, then pulls out a cash roll and peels off three hundred dollar bills. MO GAFFNEY What I tell you boys. Within a cnote. You still got it. EXT. ROADSIDE DINER - DAY Will slides into the front seat of Mo's new Caddy. Adjusts the rear view mirror and there's Izzy in his reflection. She looks half-terrified, half-pissed, handcuffed to the door. Meanwhile, Mo hands over the keys. MO GAFFNEY She's registered to a dealer in Framingham. That's the car, not the skank. You get rung up in it, I'll swear you stole it. Oh yeah. And one last thing. And before Will can ask "what?" - Mo lets loose with a heavy right hand to the cheek, slamming Will to the seat. MO GAFFNEY (CONT'D) I hate fuckin' fat jokes. Mo walks away, protected by the goons. Will rises back up from the seat, hand to his flushed cheek. He gives another look to Izzy. She looks oddly satisfied. WILL Get comfy.
60. EXT. OLD MOTEL - NIGHT Establishing. A run-down locale with an attached coffee shop and a pool that hasn't seen water in years. INT. BATHROOM - OLD MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT Izzy is clothed, handcuffed to the tub hardware, exhausted. Will sits on the toilet. They've been at this awhile. IZZY ... You and Gwen had a fight. I turned up the TV and went to sleep. I woke up the next morning, nobody was home. WILL You said I came on to you. remember it that way. I don't
IZZY ... So I came on to you... We drank. We had sex. You went upstairs. Will shuts his eyes, trying to conjure any kind of memory. IZZY (CONT'D) You say you miss your perfect wife? Were you missing her when you were fucking me on the kitchen floor? Izzy regards the cuffs like a hooker would any other sex toy. They rattle against the hardware. IZZY (CONT'D) ... You know, usually I get undressed before I trick up - Hey. Here's an idea. Maybe if I dress up as Gwen it would help you remember what you did to her? Will angrily stands, turns on the shower. cold. You fuck! IZZY (CONT'D) It's freezing! He The water is ice
WILL What about Clem? He your pimp? part of this? Izzy spits water with her answer.
IZZY He's a man and he takes care of me!
61. WILL What about Theroux? care of you? How's he take She let's the water
Theroux! The name stalls her. But why? pelt her until Will shuts it off.
WILL (CONT'D) I know you're part of it. So don't act like you don't know. IZZY I'm not acting. Believe what you want to believe. Whoosh! The shower goes on once again. But he just up and leaves the bathroom. INT. BATHROOM - OLD MOTEL ROOM - LATER Will turns off the shower and dumps a pile of towels into the tub. Once again, he sits on the toilet. He knocks back some Tylenol, plays with a cigarette without lighting it, and waits. Izzy towels off, shuddering with cold and sobbing. IZZY ... I thought I knew you. Knew me? secret? WILL Cuz we had some kind of She Izzy kicks at Will.
Her eyes meet his - a locked moment, ever so brief. looks away, sucks back the tears. WILL (CONT'D) Tell me another lie about daddy and apple pie. IZZY ... And if you don't believe it? You gonna put that cigarette out in my eye? WILL I'd have to light it first. IZZY ... If you won't light it for you -I really need one. WILL Want a smoke?
Her face says yeah. She gives a slight nod. With that affirmation, Will merely pockets the pack and lighter.
62. WILL (CONT'D) A little something about Gwen. I mighta been cleaned up when she met me. But I wasn't clean. All she wanted was a family. Adopted. Blue. Green. Didn't matter to her. (then...) Mattered to me, though. I wanted a kid that was ours. So all that doctor shit? The months, the injections... She did it for me. (shakes his head) The old man in the car. He asked what I believed in. You wanna know what I believe in? I believe in my wife. I believe in Gwen and me. (whisper close) I don't want to hurt you. But you're gonna help me find my wife. Something you know, something you've seen. We're not leaving here until I'm satisfied. INT. OLD MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT The bathroom is well-steamed. Izzy has been re-chained to the toilet. Meanwhile, Will is in the shower, showering off the frustration of the wasted day. His attention is snapped when the bathroom light suddenly goes off - then on. Did that just happen? Again, the light goes off, then on. Will twists off the shower - click, the lights go off again. But this time he catches it. Izzy, reaching with her foot, stretching her toes up to the light switch. WILL What are you doing that for? it on - now! Turn
Izzy turns on the light. Through the steam, Will can see her teeth. She's grinning with the satisfaction of a four year old who'd just gotten away with something. Will is about to turn on the water when he hears a distinctive SQUEAK followed by a CLICK. CLOSE ON - IZZY It wasn't her. She sitting perfectly still on that toilet stuck deep into the corner of the bathroom. ON WILL He steps from the shower and, without so much as toweling off, pulls on a pair of jeans. A shadow crosses the motel room. WILL (CONT'D) Did you see that?
63. IZZY Can't see shit from here. Hey! WILL Whoever you are, get out!
More sounds coming from the room. A shuffle across the rug. Will looks around for something to grab - anything - then fixes on the shower curtain rod. Will pulls it down, dumps the curtain, then slowly enters the motel room. WE HOLD ON - IZZY It's all about what she hears because from where she sits, she can't see anything going on in the motel room. Suddenly, it sounds as if Will is in a fight for his life. A terrifying series of crashes. Glass breaking. Popping light bulbs. Fists, elbows, gasps, choking, a scream, and the thudding crunch of a heavy object hitting a skull. And Izzy... In the bathroom, shaking, straining at the cuffs as her ears strain against the sudden and sustained silence. IZZY What's going on? Yet still... silence. IZZY (CONT'D) What's going on! What's happened in there? (more silence) TALK TO ME, WILL! TALK TO ME! We MOVE FROM IZZY toward the darkened door, into the bedroom, and slowly over to the bed. It's totally black for a moment then -- RING! The hotel phone busts the silence. SNAP! A broken bedlamp is switched on. Will is on the bed, cut, bruised, and surround by a wrecked room. The TV is smashed. The phone rings again and again while... IZZY (O.S.) (CONT'D) SOMEBODY TALK TO ME! RING RING RING! Will's eyes squeeze shut. Another blackout? A vision? He's so lost. Will composes as best he can, then slides over to answer. Yet when he reaches, the phone stops ringing. That's when he glimpses something in the corner, creeping from out of the dark into the light. It's like a slow-moving shadow. But this is dark and liquid, spreading across the weave of the cheap carpet. It's blood. Will tilts the broken lamp shade to reveal... ... CLEM! His neck is gashed and bleeding from a piece of broken glass from a picture frame.
64. ON IZZY She SCREAMS at the sight of Clem, instinctively wanting to rush to him, pulling at the chains! She can't go any further. ... Clem? IZZY (CONT'D) Please -- CLEM!!!
Clem's eyes roll toward Izzy, fixing on her position. IZZY (CONT'D) Don't die, Clem! Don't die!!! (tugs at the chains) GET THESE OFF- CLEM? WAIT FOR ME! ON WILL He sees the connection between Izzy and Clem - their eyes and how they never leave the other's. Clem tries to speak, but all he can do is gag and gurgle from all the blood. He's dying. Will kneels next to him. WILL What do you know? But Clem's eyes never leave Izzy's, remaining fixed on her until he stops breathing. IZZY NO - NO - NO - NO!!! Then as Izzy dissolves into a mixture of screams and sobs and rattling chains... EXT. BACK WOODS TWO-LANE - NIGHT Mo's blue Cadillac races by. INT. MO'S CADILLAC - IN MOTION - NIGHT Izzy's chains are still rattling from the backseat as Izzy pulls and kicks at her bindings. Will drives, the headlights sweeping the forested landscape ahead. WILL YOU KNOW SOMETHING! IZZY You don't know shit you've done... You stupid MOTHERFUCKER! - YOU DON'T KNOW!!! With that, Izzy starts kicking Will's seat - and hard! WHAMWHAM-WHAM! Over and over, she's yanking at the chains looped through the door handle.
65. IZZY (CONT'D) He was so beautiful - and you killed him WILL - WHERE'S MY WIFE? IZZY Precious wifey? Ass-fuck, YOU KILLED HER, TOO! (kicks the seat; almost laughing) You killed her and you don't even know it SCREECHING TIRES as Will slams on the brakes, stopping the car in the middle of the road. But then as he angrily reaches around to grab Izzy, she traps his arm with the chains and starts wildly kicking at his head. Will pulls back hard, releasing himself and falling against the steering wheel. The horn sounds briefly. Will throws open his door, steps out of the car, then just as he's about to open Izzy's door click! - she locks it. Frustrated, Will rushes around to the other side. But Izzy reaches over with one of her feet and locks that door, too - click! ON WILL He's pissed, angrily kicking the door. back around to his driver's door ON IZZY She quickly swivels, bracing her feet against her own door and using all her weight and leg strength, starts pulling at the door handle. Just as Will is going to use his open driver's door to crawl through the backseat to her, Izzy gives one last hard tug and - snap! - the door handle breaks loose. WILL AND IZZY As Will is crawling over the backseat to get at Izzy, she scrambles backwards, throws open the other rear door and tumbles out. Will can only crawl after her, reaching the open door where he falls to the pavement. CUT TO - OUTSIDE THE CAR Will finds his feet and rushes to the road shoulder, blindly following the SOUND OF IZZY crashing into the deep forest. EXT. ROAD SIDE FOREST - NIGHT We're with Will as he madly pushes through the heavy foliage. All he can hear is the SOUND OF HIS OWN thrashing. So he stops and listens for Izzy. Then as he starts
66. All he hears is a cacophony of crickets and his own heavy breathing. Izzy is gone. INT. SERVICE STATION BATHROOM - DAY A bag full of pharmacy items is dropped into the sink. Then we see Will reflected in a bathroom mirror. He starts with the scissors, cutting his hair. Next, shaving cream rubbed over his skull, then comes the razor. Will begins shaving his head. WE SLOWLY DISSOLVE TO: Title Card: EXT. NOVEMBER
HELICOPTER SHOT OVER THE CITY OF BOSTON - DAY
The colored leaves of fall are flaking from the trees. EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - DOWNTOWN BOSTON - EVENING A stiff wind blows cold. Carly buttons up her overcoat and heads to the subway. Only Carly stalls at an OVERNIGHT EXPRESS MAIL DROP, pulls an envelope from inside her coat, is about to drop it into the slot when A HAND reaches out to clutch hers. She gasps. We TILT UP to discover the hand belongs to Le Roy. He snatches the envelope. LE ROY Who's this for? CARLY It's personal. LE ROY On a company account? so. I don't think
CARLY I pay it back in petty cash LE ROY - It's Will, isn't it? (grips tighter; closer) Isn't it? EXT. MAILBOXES ETC. - EXETER, NEW HAMPSHIRE - MORNING A freezing cold morning. Will, wearing sunglasses and hooded sweatshirt pulled up around his head and face, exits the Mailboxes Etc. store, rounding the corner to find BILL LE ROY Seated on the hood of Mo's Blue Caddy. LE ROY How you been?
67. After a beat, Will walks around to the driver's door. LE ROY (CONT'D) You know just about every badge in New England is looking for you. WILL Yeah, well... If they can't find me what kinda odds you give 'em on finding Gwen? EXT. ROOM 19 - BUSY BEE MOTEL - DAY Establishing. INT. ROOM 19 - BUSY BEE MOTEL - DAY We're TIGHT ON Will as he unzips the sweatshirt and takes off the sunglasses. He's nearly unrecognizable. Sure, the head is shaved, but now he sports a scruffy beard, multiple earrings, and a nose stud. WIDER NOW Behind the visage of Will, the walls are plastered with notes, documents, photos, pages ripped from books, and spirals, reproduction spirals, hand-drawn spirals, dissected spirals, all flagging from the breeze coming through the open window. LE ROY Picks up a couple of the books lying around. different library. LE ROY Well, if the police don't get you, the Librarians Association will. WILL What day is it? LE ROY ... Thursday. WILL Thursday... Making a note on the calendar, Will twirls the pen. LE ROY It's been three months, Will... WILL ... True story. (MORE) Each is from a
68. WILL (CONT'D) Traveling salesman, terrified of getting hit by a train, always drives out of his way to avoid railroad crossings. Once, just once, his job depends on him crossing this one particular track. So he sucks it up, says a prayer and points his car toward the railroad crossing. But when he steps on the gas, he floods the engine and the car stalls dead on the tracks. Train comes. He has a stroke before he can get out of the car. If the stroke didn't kill him, the train did. While Le Roy is trying to figure the context of the story... WILL (CONT'D) It's about bad things. Bad things happen to good people. I kept asking myself - why'd this bad thing happen to me? If he wanted a child, why me? Why Gwen? Then I got it. There doesn't have to be a reason. This is our bad thing. Only I'm gonna do all I can to make sure this bad thing doesn't turn out the way he planned. LE ROY ... He? WILL Wesley Dean Theroux. LE ROY Him again. WILL He started off with a carny act. Street performer, juggling chainsaws, telling jokes until there was crowd enough to pass a hat. Then he'd move onto the hypnotist tricks. That was his gift. The subtle art of suggestion. Until one day he "suggested" to a couple of hookers that they stop selling their bodies to buy crack. The trick worked. And a cult was born. Will shoves a tape into a VCR. LE ROY What's this?
69. WILL Private detective was hired by the family of one of the cult members to investigate their son. This is as close as he ever got. CLOSE ON - TV A low-light, low quality video plays on the TV. It's a wide, high-angle shot, viewed through the filthy upstairs window of a dilapidated warehouse. We see mattresses covering nearly every square inch of the floor. The CULT MEMBERS are spread about, but all facing the man speaking: A hard-to-distinguish Theroux. THEROUX'S VOICE (VIDEOTAPE) ... I've been wondering and I've been asking. But mostly, my children, I've been listening. Listening with every power endowed me. And what I hear is this. The Soul... The Soul which feeds us, The Soul which lifts us out of our despair - the Soul which provides us with eternal hope and love, has for us a fateful message. It says this world is finished with us. It says this world isn't good enough for us. Not good enough for me. Not good enough for you. As we hear MOANS and CRIES from the cult members. WE PUSH IN ON THE TV SCREEN. Though the camera is still fixed wide, we're getting closer to Theroux. But the closer we get, the grainier and more distorted the image becomes. THEROUX'S VOICE (VIDEOTAPE) (CONT'D) ... I haven't seen anybody yet that didn't die. Have you? Look at each other. You were all dead before I gave you the word. It was my Soul that gave you the love - the unfettered affection - to bring you back to life. (then...) And now this is the new word. This is my gospel... My Soul says this world is but an anchor that pulls us down. Drowning you and me and all that is good in this world is nothing but ash and dust. PUSH IN TIGHTER ON - THEROUX So close the pixels of the TV screen are so large and disconnected that Theroux barely appears human.
70. THEROUX'S VOICE (VIDEOTAPE) (CONT'D) But I say, death is not a fearful thing... The tape ends. Will turns off the TV and starts looking through notes. Le Roy doesn't know what disturbs him more. The Theroux tape he just witnessed - or Will's obsession with Theroux. LE ROY Will... Where you goin' with all this? WILL Allatore's book said a hundred and twelve walked into the field, but only a hundred died. That means Theroux kept a handful. Imagine what that musta felt like... to be resurrected? After that, they'd do anything he asked. (then...) How'd you find me? From Le Roy's jacket, he reveals Carly's overnight envelope. LE ROY ... You've got a friend. WILL How 'bout you? You still my friend? INT. MO'S CADILLAC - IN MOTION - DAY As Will drives down a backwoods highway, he hands the overnight envelope back to Le Roy. WILL Our Carly's a smart girl. She had this idea on how to find the missing doctor. So she dummied up a bunch of IRS refund forms. Gave the old man a windfall return. Sent them to every known address and relative that the old doc ever had contact with. CLOSE ON - A POSTAL MARK That reads "BELLS HAVEN, MAINE." WILL (CONT'D) The greedy sonofabitch signed it.
71. EXT. HIGHWAY - ENTERING BELLS HAVEN, MAINE - DAY Mo's blue Cadillac emerges from the rolling hills of Southern Maine and down into a small, single-drag town set in a valley. A sign reads: WELCOME TO BELLS HAVEN. EXT. OLD FASHIONED DRIVE UP - NIGHT Establishing. Complete with teenage CAR HOPS on roller blades. But these are wearing mittens. REVERSE ANGLE - WILL AND LE ROY Standing outside Mo's Cadillac. disappointed. Will looks gravely
LE ROY You sure this was the address? WILL ... Yeah. LE ROY ... Well. I'm hungry. gotta piss. But first I
INT. MO'S CADILLAC - OLD FASHIONED DRIVE UP - NIGHT Will and Le Roy are sitting silently in Mo's car. Le Roy watches hungrily as the roller-blading CAR HOP skates past, balancing a tray loaded with to-go food. Unfortunately, the order is destined for an old, yellow Nova parked opposite them, three slots down. WILL'S POV - THE YELLOW NOVA Where the car hop passes a small brown packet inside the Nova in exchange for a few bills, smiles his thanks, then skates away. LE ROY I swear, homie. You get any skinnier, I might have to use you as a Q-tip. (then...) Hey. If the local chow don't agree, maybe we can chase it with a tasty cup of Jell-O. Yum yum. Off a look from Will. Then more silence. Le Roy nervously starts playing with Will's smiley-face Zippo. Clink-flip, clink-flip. He lights a few flames. LE ROY (CONT'D) ... By the way. Nice car. Where'd you buy it?
72. WILL It was a gift. LE ROY Yeah? And what kind of moron gives a fugitive a sexy Cadillac? WILL The Southie kind. The Southie kind? Off Le Roy's look. He knows exactly who gave Will the car. It's as if Le Roy's nerves have gone from anxious to irritated. His play with the lighter goes faster - clink-flip, clink-flip, clink-flip. LE ROY Mo? You're sayin' Mo gave you this car? And what did you have to give him in return? WILL Not just the car. He did me some favors. And got me some cash. LE ROY You didn't. Goddamn you. Tell me you didn't cut him a slice of the chain. Of course, Will did. Le Roy's cool is running on empty.
LE ROY (CONT'D) You know what? That's it right there. Proof fuckin' positive! Making deals with Mo? Makes me wonder what other kind of post-alcoholic-psychoticwhatever-the-shit you've done. You're off the reservation, Will. C'mon! Give it up! What the hell did you do? What happened to Gwen? CAR HOP (O.S.) Here ya go. As Will turns, the Car Hop is fixing the tray to his door. CLOSE ON - THE TRAY Not your usual drive-in order. The tray is set with drugs: Liquor, pills, marijuana, lines of cocaine on a mirror. CAR HOP (CONT'D) Don't go thinkin' I forgot your favorite. Speedball. WILL But I didn't order this.
73. CAR HOP The man in the yellow Nova sent it over. The CAMERA TILTS back down to the tray, on which is a standard meal. Burgers, fries, onion rings, milk shakes. No drugs. As Will looks back out the window to see the Car Hop skating away, his gaze falls on the yellow Nova. The Nova's engine starts. So Will instinctively starts the Cadillac. Then just as the sedan starts to pull away, a streak of overhead light cuts through the Chevy's window to the face of the driver - It's Dr. Bertrand. WILL - It's him! Will throws the car into reverse and - SLAM! - He's backed right into a local police cruiser. Instantly, two surprised LOCAL COPS step from the cruiser. Le Roy quickly turns to Will. LE ROY Just let me start talking - and you start walking. With that said, Le Roy is out of the car. to the rear to inspect the damage... Nobody hurt? it? CLOSE ON - WILL He quietly opens his car door. Only he doesn't approach the damage. He just waits for the cops to get distracted by Le Roy. BACK TO - LE ROY AND THE COPS LE ROY (CONT'D) Wouldn't you know, I just got reinsured. My deductable's gotta be a thousand LOCAL COP #1 - HEY! BACK TO - WILL He's slowly been slipping away from the cops. But when the cop yells - "Hey!" - Will freezes and does a slow turn. LOCAL COP #1 (CONT'D) Where you goin'? As he's walking
LE ROY (CONT'D) Good, God. How bad is
74. INT. BOSTON COURTROOM - DAY There's an ARRAIGNMENT JUDGE, an ASST. DA, and Will's attorney, Bernard Firth. ASST. DA ... forensic evidence linking the hammer found in the lake to the defendant. Taking into account that Will Sullivan has means? We think the situation makes him a flight risk. ARRAIGNMENT JUDGE Condition of bail. The defendant must post a two million dollar bond -wear an electronic monitoring bracelet, assuring that he will not leave the state of Massachussets. Will follows the bee-line gaze of the ARRAIGNMENT JUDGE past detectives Ingram and Arnot - to the back of the room where Gwen's father and mother sit. Judge Herman Corbett nods his approval - judge to judge - then exits. INT. LAWYER/CLIENT ROOM - BOSTON CITY JAIL - DAY A private room, observed only by a security camera. Will, wearing a jumpsuit and four-piece, sits alone at a stainless steel table. He's waiting a good while before the door opens to reveal a GUARD. Moments later, Judge Corbett ENTERS. He stands and stares for a moment, then steps aside and Jean ENTERS. As steely as the Judge appears, Jean looks shaken. Clang. The door is shut. JUDGE ... I'm an old man. I'm retired and I don't sleep so well anymore. So get on with it. WILL C'mon, Herman - for once - sit down. Jean... More silence. That gulf again between them. And the Judge won't sit. But Jean does... far from Will. She smoothes her dress. WILL (CONT'D) I'll start. We've never gotten on so good. And if I were you and Gwen was my daughter JEAN - What do you want from us?
75. Will turns to Jean. He was preparing to appeal to the Judge. But since Jean asked... WILL I want you to post bail for me. JUDGE Oh, for Christ's sake WILL - Gwen means everything JUDGE - You're gonna rot in here WILL - You think I killed her, but you don't want to believe it JUDGE - Don't tell us what we believe WILL - JUST HEAR ME OUT! (then...) Please... Jean's hand goes out and the Judge takes it. moves in behind her for comfort. The old man
WILL (CONT'D) If you want to believe Gwen's alive, you have to believe I'm innocent. Otherwise she's dead. And that's too much for any of us to handle. (then...) It's simple. If I stay inside, hope is gone. But if I get out? Hope is alive. The Judge can't believe he's having this conversation. Jean is near tears. The Judge moves up to Will's table, fists clenched. JUDGE What do you know that I don't? Will takes a moment. say? How can he sell what he's about to
WILL You were the judge. him to die. JUDGE Sentenced who?
76. WILL Wesley Dean Theroux. The name alone stuns the Judge like a left hook. WILL (CONT'D) He kidnapped Gwen to get to you. This is his revenge! The Judge - he takes a step back. Madness, he thinks.
WILL (CONT'D) Vance Allatore. He found me and he warned me and I didn't listen. And now he's dead. (pounds) You were the judge! JUDGE I've had enough of this. The Judge starts for the door. WILL This isn't about me, Herman. It's about you! His revenge against you! JUDGE Guard! JEAN Wait! ON JEAN Her eyes are red and wet. Her breathing shallow. But she's glued on Will, sucking back her emotions as best she can. JEAN (CONT'D) ... I was there, too. He's right. You were the judge. All those horrible things Theroux did. And I remember... Herman, I remember you used to come home scared of that man JUDGE - Jean JEAN - This is my baby girl! her back! And I want
Clang. The door opens and the guard is there. Meanwhile, the Judge kneels before his wife, takes her hand. JUDGE Our baby's not coming back -
77. JEAN - Gimme a check. If you won't post bail, I will. INT. PRE-RELEASE CELL - BOSTON CITY JAIL - DAY An electronic monitoring bracelet is strapped and locked to Will's ankle by a JAILER. JAILER Conditions of bail. This puppy is GPS. Take the unit off, we're gonna know. Leave the state, same thing. So don't take the shit off. A nod from Will. He understands.
EXT. BOSTON CITY JAIL - DAY Stepping onto the sidewalk, Will squints at the daylight until he catches sight of Carly in her Toyota. INT. CARLY'S TOYOTA - IN MOTION - DAY Carly is behind the wheel. She reaches behind the seat and, onto Will's lap, she drops a heavy object wrapped in a towel. CARLY Just so you know, I paid for it out of petty cash. From the towel, Will unwraps a heavy-duty bolt cutter. EXT. ROADSIDE GAS STATION - DAY We see Will behind the wheel of Carly's Toyota, pulling onto the highway. The CAMERA TURNS, revealing Carly at a roadside gas station. We see her dump both the bolt cutters and the electronic monitoring device in a dumpster, then walk on. EXT. OLD FASHIONED DRIVE UP - BELLS HAVEN, MAINE - DAY In Carly's Toyota, Will sits at the drive-up wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. Waiting for service. Soon enough, that same skinny, teen-aged car hop rollerblades up to his window. Despite the disguise, he recognizes Will. CAR HOP Dude. You can't be here. the cops Last time
WILL - Last time was last week. This is today and I was thinkin' you could check my tires. Know what I mean? Just a little somethin' to inflate -
78. - No. CAR HOP You gotta go!
But before the car hop can retract any further, Will reaches out the window and has the car hop by the hair, pulling him through the window and rolling it up until it catches him by the neck. It's a window trap. WILL The old man! The car hop struggles. WILL (CONT'D) The old man in the yellow Nova! CAR HOP - I don't know. Will puts the car in reverse. out his words. The flailing car hop chokes
WILL The one who comes in for his milk shake and dope. Slowly, Will releases the brake. The car is rolling backwards, the car hop attached, skates flailing. CAR HOP He's just this old man! Comes in I dunno - every four days for his pop. That's all! WILL The last time? I dunno. CAR HOP Yesterday! Day before!
The car hop is off balance, rollerblading with the slow-moving car which, by now, has nearly backed all the way into the street. CAR HOP (CONT'D) Don't know anything more! Swear to God, I don't even know his name! WILL I need more! That's it! know CAR HOP Please mister, I don't
With his car fully into the street now, Will finally releases the car hop from the window trap.
79. The car hop spins and tumbles to the asphalt. Will continues in reverse until he has the car hop in his sights. The frustrated Will could simply floor the accelerator and paste the terrified teen to his bumper. Instead, Will guns the car, twisting the steering wheel hard and swerving around the car hop. INT. CARLY'S CAR - IN MOTION - WILL - CONT'D Driving through the small burg of Bells Haven, Will has reached the edge of an emotional abyss. Fist bashing the steering wheel in utter frustration. He tries to calm himself with deep breaths. WILL Faith, Will. Gotta have faith... (then) How is your faith? (then) How's your faith, Will? How's your faith? With this act, Will tries to channel a memory. Like Mr. Wolf behind the wheel of Le Roy's blood red Lincoln, driving ninety down the expressway. Cars, trees, and driveways whizzing past. Then, at last, in a strangely soothing moment, Will finds Mr. Wolf's words. WILL (CONT'D) Faith - is - hard... With that, Will does just as Mr. Wolf had done, releasing the wheel with both hands. His eyes roll back into his head, as if urging his subconscious to please conjure him a vision. A moment of truth. Darkness comes, followed by the SOUND OF A BLARING HORN! WILL'S POV A busy intersection ahead. A red light, cars crossing. Will pounds the brakes, locking up Carly's car into a skid which ends barely short of the cross traffic. ON WILL Breathing hard from the cold reality that he's just avoided a major catastrophe. WE SLOWLY DISSOLVE TO: INT. HARDWARE STORE - BELLS HAVEN, MAINE - DAY A big window is behind the LADY CASHIER. Will has asked her a question. LADY CASHIER Yellow Nova? (MORE) A haggard-looking
80. LADY CASHIER (CONT'D) (thinking...) Ol' Ned Gervis, he's got a yellow Impala. And hell if he's not over at the drive-in just about every darn day... (then...) Mister? You okay? No. Will's not okay. In the window behind the cashier, Will sees a green VW Beetle parked in front of the store. As Will traverses to his right, supplanting his view through the big window for a view through the shop door. At this distance, the man behind the wheel of the VW Beetle is a stringy-haired man who appears to be a dead ringer for Freddy the Fender Bender. EXT. HARDWARE STORE - BELLS HAVEN, MAINE - CONT'D Will slowly pushes through the door. He's only steps away from the VW Beetle. Then as Will bends at the waist to get a better look at the man in the driver's seat... THEIR EYES MEET Will and Freddy the Fender Bender, both appearing equally stunned to see the other. Then... IZZY (O.S.) Got a light? Will's head snaps around. CLOSE ON - IZZY She's nearly unrecognizable in sunglasses and blonde, cropped hair. WILL You... But Izzy doesn't look nearly as surprised as Will. Instead, she ever-so-calmly reveals a Zippo lighter of her own and clink-flip, clink-flip - lights a cigarette. IZZY Listen to me, Will. Gwen is dead. Turn yourself into the police. Confess to killing her. And you never saw me. WILL ... The fuck - If Gwen is dead, why are you here?
81. Instead of answering, Izzy gets more animated. And once again, with Zippo lighter, opening and closing it, opening and closing it - clink-flip, clink-flip! IZZY I said - Will. Gwen is dead. yourself into the police. Turn
Frustrated that Will remains unaffected, Izzy launches forward and gives him a huge shove toward Main Street. REVERSE ANGLE - WILL But he's no longer standing on Main Street. He finds himself standing dead in the middle of a country road - a bending country lane. The moment is strangely silent, with Will orienting himself. He turns a one-eighty, letting his eyes land on a local landmark - a red and white painted weather vane. NURSE SHEILA (O.S.) Still lookin' for Dr. B? Will turns. There, is Nurse Sheila. at the foot of a dirt drive. Yeah. I am. She's standing alone
WILL How about you?
NURSE SHEILA Truth is, I never lost him. WILL I've seen this place before. He turns away to point out the weather vane. road sign: PEEPTOAD RD. He notes the
NURSE SHEILA Yes, Will. You've been here before. Know your way around better than you think. Best you find your way back, now. Because they're loading you into the ambulance. INT. AMBULANCE - DAY Bang! Will is slammed back to the real world, finding himself locked and loaded into an ambulance on a collapsing gurney. An EMT stands over him. EMT Sir. You've had a seizure. keep still and calm. Please,
82. The EMT climbs out, shutting the doors on the crowd outside. At first Will flails at the restraints, then unhitches himself. EXT. AMBULANCE - SCENE CONT'D As the EMT reaches for his door, he finds it locked from the inside. Will is behind the wheel, starting the engine and hitting the gas. INT. AMBULANCE - IN MOTION - OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN Driving fast, steering with one hand, and flipping through the EMT's map book with the other. EXT. OPEN FIELD - THE OUTSKIRTS OF BELLS HAVEN - DAY FBI vehicles are gathered. A helicopter touches down. Detective Ingram is greeted by the local FBI CAPTAIN. DETECTIVE INGRAM Your man is named Will Sullivan. He jumped bond on a murder rap two hours after his release... EXT. COUNTRY LANE - DUSK That ambulance is parked on the side of the road. Will steps out. He sees the weather vane, just as he had in his vision with Nurse Sheila. There's the road sign. And to his left, there's the winding dirt drive framed by trees. This is the place he saw. Then Nurse Sheila's words come to him. WILL You know your way 'round better than you think. Will starts up the drive and into the oncoming darkness. EXT. OLD FARM HOUSE - DUSK The only sound is the breeze through the surrounding woods. Will takes a cautious step onto the porch, then another toward the door. The old deck boards creek. Will steps up to the door, twists the knob. It's locked. Will holds a beat, then as if he's letting his subconscious direct his actions, he looks up at an old pan lamp. He's been here before. CLOSE ON - THE RUSTED PAN LAMP It sways ever so gently over Will's head. He reaches upward, tilts the lamp, expecting and finding a key safe magnetically stuck to the top of the pan. Will removes the key, unlocks the door, and enters the house.
83. INT. OLD FARM HOUSE - CONT'D Darkness with the exception of a few dim lamps. Will scans, moves ahead. The only sound we can hear is his breathing. WE FOLLOW Will to the kitchen, where there's still no sign of life. EXT. OLD FARM HOUSE - WILL - CONT'D Will pushes open the rear screen door. There's the FAINT DRONING of a portable generator. And when he takes a step out, it's as if the world opens up to him. Beyond is a large pasture, trees losing their leaves and... ... A FADED RED GRAIN SILO This is it. This is the site of Theroux's greatest trick the mass suicide. Then along comes a gust of wind and, from that fading silo flakes some faded red paint, falling from the sky like a light dusting of red snow. CLOSE - ON WILL Chilled to his marrow. INT. OLD FARM HOUSE - CONT'D Floorboards creek under Will's feet as he swings into the small corridor. One bedroom appears slept in. In another room, the bed is made. Next, Will is jolted when he opens the bathroom door to see Harvey Bertrand, dead, needle still stuck in his arm. EXT. COUNTRY LANE - NIGHT The last of the sun has fallen. Local POLICE and FBI vehicles surround the stolen ambulance left parked on the road. LOCALS are pointing up the drive. INT. BASEMENT STAIRWELL - OLD FARM HOUSE - NIGHT Will swings the door open. Revealed is a steep stairwell strung loosely with low voltage Christmas lights. On his first step downward, he nearly trips over something that sounds like a drum. Closer inspection reveals a five gallon gas can. Attached is a fuse that connects to another can six steps down. Following the fuse, there's another gas can and more fuse, and another and another, leading further into the depths, through a submarine-like fire door, only to find more Christmas lights, and more fuse-attached gas cans lining a long, downward-sloped corridor. Then just as Will decides to dismantle the fuses... ... A distant voice. Hollow. Far away. Then a whimper turning to a cry. As Will is running, we hear DISTANT VOICES echo.
84. VOICES (O.S.) (extremely distant) -- Sshhh! -- It's gonna be okay -We're going to induce -- Get the IV! -Where's the Petosin? -Then comes a scream! the concrete. Will hurries, stumbles, crashing to
EXT. OLD FARM HOUSE - NIGHT The FBI TROOPERS deploy, encircling the exterior. INT. UNDERGROUND CORRIDOR - WILL Another cracked fire door. Will steps through into what appears to be, by design, the entrance to living and storage quarters. This room is better lit, painted white cinderblock, with six doors. Three left, three right. Then the voices, again - close! VOICES (O.S.) Slow down! We have no idea of the dosage! -- Shut up and shoot it -I'll cut it out if we have to -- I said hit her with it! Will's POV as he circles toward a door from which a hard light spills. He sees medical equipment. He sees a bed. Then, at last - Will sees Izzy and a breathless Starr. STARR Okay. It's all in... Hey. gonna have a baby! IZZY C'mon, bitch. Push! INT. MAKESHIFT BIRTHING ROOM And now we see Gwen, strapped to the bed, IV stuck in her arm, the needle and syringe used to deliver the induction drug, still hanging. GWEN'S EYES Swivel to the open doorway and the figure standing there. CLOSE ON - WILL As Gwen's eyes meet his. It's a moment so still it's as if the underground air has been electrified. The emotion so thick that her name can't seem to escape Will's throat. WILL ... Gwen. We're
85. EXT. OLD FARM HOUSE - NIGHT Where an FBI Trooper cuts the generator. INT. MAKESHIFT BIRTHING ROOM Darkness... at least until the battery powered emergency lights kick in. We see Will, a sweat-soaked Gwen on the bed, frozen-in-the-moment Starr. But where's Izzy? GWEN ... Will!!! Izzy slams Will, launching herself onto his back, legs around his waist, one arm pulling back his forehead, the other clutching a scalpel to cut his throat. Instinctively, Will spins, the two of them smashing into the doorjamb and crashing backward onto the corridor floor. Will madly crawls backward as a feral Izzy lunges from her knees, slashing, cutting his arms, slicing his face... BACK TO - GWEN AND STARR The first induction wave hits, slamming Gwen with a contraction. She screams. IN THE CORRIDOR - WILL AND IZZY He's bleeding, rolling - all while she slashes and kicks. She wants to kill him. BACK TO - GWEN AND STARR Gwen with that calming voice between contractions. GWEN (CONT'D) Starr... The baby's coming. I'm gonna need to hold the baby while you cut the cord. Yes, the baby is coming. Starr unstraps one of Gwen's arms. Then as she turns to look for something to cut the cord with, Gwen reaches for the IV trickle and that syringe still stuck in it. IN THE CORRIDOR - WILL AND IZZY Will's POV. He's on the floor, flat on his back. Izzy's over him. She's plunging down with the scalpel. Over and over. Will puts a foot against her chest. He sends her flying. BACK TO - GWEN AND STARR When Starr returns to the bed with a clamp and scissors, Gwen backhands the syringe into Starr's neck, presses the plunger, sending a shock of air directly to her heart.
86. Starr slumps to the floor. EXT. OLD FARM HOUSE - NIGHT Tear gas canisters arc toward the windows. INT. OLD FARM HOUSE - CONT'D Tear gas canisters bust through the windows and ignite. One canister tumbles to the threshold of the basement steps, spews gas, then falls over the edge. The first gas can ignites, setting off a fiery chain reaction. INT. UNDERGROUND - WILL AND IZZY A stilled moment. Will and Izzy in frozen opposition. For Will, it's a moment of strange recognition. Then an underground wind kicks up, sucking back toward the yawning fire door. The fire nears, the underground bunker GROWLS! CLOSE ON - WILL He knows what's coming. But his eyes hold on Izzy, for a final moment - like something deep inside him recognizes the true Izzy for the first time - yet at the same instant, this is the last time he's ever going to see her. A FLASH OF FIRE Will dives for the open door of Gwen's room and slams it shut just as IZZY She whirls just as a beast-like fire pounces and swallows her whole. EXT. OLD FARM HOUSE - NIGHT The house is in flames. Detective Ingram steps out from behind a wall of jack-booted FBI troopers. The look on his face reveals an unsettled gut. Something is wrong here. WE SLOWLY DISSOLVE: EXT. OLD FARM HOUSE - DAWN The house is nothing but rubble and embers. Fire crews hose it down while LOCAL COPS keep the MEDIA CREWS at bay. INT. UNDERGROUND BUNKER - MAIN CORRIDOR Flashlights cut through the smoke and carbon dust. Oxygenmasked FIREMEN make their way to the first fire door. In the corridor, their flashlights fall upon Izzy's burned corpse.
87. Next, they move onto the six doors, opening one and finding it empty - another is full of fifty-year-old supplies - the third is - the birthing room. MAKESHIFT BIRTHING ROOM Pitch black but for the flashlight beams. Starr's dead body. An empty bed. Because of the fire door, the blaze didn't reach here. Then, in the corner, one of the firemen points. FIREMAN Over here. Curled into the corner are three figures. CLOSE ON - A SWADDLED BABY Wrapped in a blanket, held close to Gwen and Will. An oxygen tank lies nearby. It appears they've shared a single mask. Then, when a second flashlight beam lands, the baby CRIES. EXT. OLD FARM HOUSE - NIGHT We FOLLOW CLOSE as the swaddled baby is rushed by PARAMEDICS into an ambulance. Right behind are Will and Gwen. In the b.g., smoke rises from the old farm house. INT. AMBULANCE - IN MOTION - NIGHT As a PARAMEDIC assists with the baby, we TILT to Will and Gwen, seated near and holding each other close. As Gwen starts to finally break down in tears, Will puts his mouth to her ear and whispers over and over again... WILL We're okay... We're okay... INT. HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ROOM - DAY Again, WE'RE CLOSELY FOLLOWING the swaddled baby as it is rushed into special infant care section of the E.R. Once there, DOCTORS tag it with an ID band, scrub the baby, flush its eyes, nose, and mouth, check the baby's vital signs. CUT TO - AN INCUBATOR We SLOWLY move in on the clean and healthy baby. So close we can read the plastic ID band secured around it's ankle. The band reads: SULLIVAN WE SLOWLY DISSOLVE: INT. THE WAITING ROOM - THE DEATH HOUSE - DAY Sanitized with flawless, yellow paint. There is a table set with melting pie a la mode and a clear plastic cup filled with ice and bourbon. Will, Gwen, and...
88. Outside the mesh, Will sits alone in a folding chair. until... ENTER - WESLEY DEAN THEROUX In waist and ankle chains, Theroux is escorted through a tight door by a single GUARD. Once seated, the waist chains are removed. Not once does Theroux look up to acknowledge his visitor. He merely picks up a plastic spoon and digs into his last meal. THEROUX ... I wondered if you'd come. I'm assuming it was something arranged by daddy-kins. It's why you came that puzzles me. WILL I have a message for you. (closer) ... He'll never know his real father. Who you are. What you did. None of it. Never. But Theroux doesn't even look up. He just keeps eating the pie a la mode, sipping the bourbon. WILL (CONT'D) And on the day he asks me, you know what I'll say? I'll tell him nobody knows. It'll be as if you never, ever existed. (then...) The only love he'll ever know is mine. Still, no response from Theroux. pie, drinks his bourbon. The man merely eats his Waiting
WILL (CONT'D) ... Right. Okay. I've said what I came to say. Have a nice execution. Then just as Will stands to leave, Theroux speaks. without even looking up from his meal. THEROUX Remember. Children suck the mother when they are young - and the father when they are old. (a bite of pie) So sayeth. WILL So sayeth what? Your "soul?" What the fuck's that? God talking? (MORE) But
89. WILL (CONT'D) You don't know God and you sure as shit don't talk for God! (closer) God's just the excuse inside your head for all the bad shit you've done. Coward! You should've eaten the Jell-O! THEROUX There was a time I thought that "excuse inside my head" was God. But still I wonder. Was my gift God given? Or was it from... the other one. It's all in the body language. Will's not buying. His look says he's got Theroux pegged. And now that he's said his piece, it's time to go. CLOSE ON - THEROUX At last, he finally looks up at Will. THEROUX (CONT'D) Can I ask you something? (then...) Did a horse kick you in the head? ON WILL The question stalls him. INSERT SHOT The rear ending scene with Freddy the Fender Bender. moment of whiplash. BACK TO THEROUX THEROUX (CONT'D) Because at some point you just stopped listening. (then...) You still don't know what I'm saying. Theroux slides his chair closer. killer are irridescent. Those blue eyes of the Will's It wasn't a horse that kicked him.
THEROUX (CONT'D) I'll make it easy for you... I didn't eat the Jell-O. (a charming smile) But you did. The word "Jell-O" makes Will wince. What? I ate the what?
90. THEROUX (CONT'D) See? You got it backwards. I'm the excuse in your head. (then...) You came to me. Just like the rest, you came and I cured your addictions. WILL Shut up THEROUX - You don't believe in a higher power? Well, get close - cuz you're looking at it. WILL - SHUT UP! THEROUX Remember the day at The Flower Mart? The day you met Gwen... INSERT SHOT - THE FLOWER MART Will meeting Gwen. Silent words. Flirting.
THEROUX (V.O.) (CONT'D) That wasn't you talking to her. That was me. BACK TO SCENE - WILL AND THEROUX THEROUX (CONT'D) You think it was you who wanted a child of your own? All along it was me wanting that child - for you! But you and Gwen couldn't conceive... And if ever there was proof of divine intervention - Will! My soul told me to make the child. The child would be my afterlife. The Judge kills me, but I live on. Will's fist hits the mesh with a bang! puts a cigarette in his mouth. THEROUX (CONT'D) Got a light? CLOSE ON - A ZIPPO LIGHTER In Theroux's hand. Not any Zippo. One just like Will's, with an etched and faded smiley face. The sight of it freezes Will. Clink-flip. Theroux has opened the lighter. Unmoved, Theroux
91. THEROUX (CONT'D) Distinctive sound. Common. But a sound - repeated - in a precise combination? That's what we hypnotists would call a "cue." INSERT MONTAGE - QUICK SHOTS - STANDING ON LINE OUTSIDE A CELTICS GAME. Unknown to Will, Clem is in front of Will, he opens his Zippo lighter twice. Clink-flip, clink-flip. We see Clem silently give Will his instructions. - Walking toward Will ON THE STREET. It's Starr. She lights a smoke with her Zippo. Clink-flip, clink-flip. Starr gives Will his instructions. - Izzy ON THE BOAT DOCK with Will. More instructions. Clink-flip, clink-flip.
THEROUX (V.O.) (CONT'D) A simple cue followed by a simple instruction. Like, for example: "Let's choose Dr. Bertrand. He's the one who can give us hope." BACK TO SCENE With that said, Theroux does just as he'd described with the Zippo. Clink-flip, clink-flip. Twice opened. Then he lights the cigarette. THEROUX (CONT'D) Okay, that's the cue. Now, off you go. Theroux leans back to watch. It's just a stare between the two men. Nothing happens. Then... BANG! The cue works. Only delayed. Will loses consciousness and...
EXT. A FIELD - NIGHT This is sudden. He was just with Theroux and now Will's elsewhere in this oddly quiet place. He's been here before. This is not a vision. This is a memory. THE CAMERA TILTS from a starry sky filled with red flakes onto the naked body of a dead woman. Next, we see the pale red grain silo, then hold on the hundred-plus naked bodies laying dead in a field. All is disturbingly silent until someone slowly rises. It's Will. Naked and chilled, he moans loudly, sits upright, shaking off the drug-fueled sleep. He looks over the expanse of the dead. And shudders.
92. WILL ... I'm alive? IZZY Me, too. Will twists. There's Izzy. She's right next to him, naked, stunningly beautiful as if just awakened from a sleep, and smiling back at him in a way that only a lover could. CLOSE ON - IZZY AND WILL'S HANDS Clasped together, white knuckles, as if holding on for dear life. THEROUX Appears in the field, standing at the center of the spiral and beckoning. THEROUX The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep... So sayeth. (then...) Welcome to the other side. Then, rising from the dead we see Clem find his feet, followed by the twins, Freddy the Fender Bender and his twin brother. Starr, and Sheila, too. And let's not forget the one and only Darling Dave. All naked and walking toward Theroux. BACK TO DEATH HOUSE SCENE As Will has been shocked back to the real world. And Theroux appears bemused as to where Will had just travelled. THEROUX (CONT'D) How was the view? ... No. WILL I wasn't there.
Off Theroux's smug expression. WILL (CONT'D) That wasn't me! Again, Will slams his fist into the mesh. Theroux slides back over to his meal, offering a bite toward his guest. THEROUX Pie?
93. EXT. PRISON PARKING LOT - DAY With the prison looming behind Will, he walks briskly toward his car, then stops to ease his shaking body. He desperately needs a smoke. He finds a cigarette, then his lighter. He's about to put flame to the cigarette when he finds himself staring at the faded smiley face on the Zippo. Will can't bear it. He crushes the unlit smoke and hurls the Zippo far into the distance. WIDE SHOT From Will's rental car, we see Le Roy step out and hold the door open for Will. There's a long beat before Will walks back over to the car and sits. Le Roy shuts the door. WE SLOWLY DISSOLVE: Title card: December
EXT. SULLIVAN HOME - MARBLEHEAD - DAY The first snow of winter falls. INT. SULLIVAN HOME - MARBLEHEAD - DAY Gwen's parents tiptoe down the stairs, obviously atwitter over a visit with their grandchild. Gwen kisses them, a loitering goodbye between Gwen and the parents who thought they'd lost their one and only daughter forever. THE NURSERY Where Will stands at the window with the baby in his arms. They're watching the snow fall. Gwen slips in behind Will, her arms enfolding both him and the child. GWEN How we doing? WILL We're counting snowflakes. Gwen smiles a tired smile. The moment lingers as a mental snapshot. Will, Gwen, and the baby, framed in the window, watching the gentle snow fall. OUT THE WINDOW We can see the Judge shutting the car door for Jean. Then before the old man himself climbs into the car, he gives a quick look back up at the nursery window. There's Will, Gwen, and the baby. Accepting nods are exchanged between the men. At long last, the gulf has closed.
94. INT. DEN - SULLIVAN HOME - NIGHT Twin armchairs in front of a roaring fire. Will, in one of those two chairs, stares into the blaze. Gwen appears from behind, wrapping her arms around him, satisfied smile on her face. GWEN He drank the whole bottle. Gwen can tell something's wrong with Will, circling around him and sitting on the arm of the other chair. She touches his hand. GWEN (CONT'D) Hey... What's wrong? CLOSE ON - WILL He's tearful, his face wrought with hard-to-swallow emotion. WILL ... I was thinking about that day at the flower mart... And I'm wondering who was it you really met? GWEN Will WILL - If it wasn't truly me, then in the end, what are we left with? Gwen sees his depth of his pain. She moves from the arm of the chair to Will's feet, taking his hand in hers. GWEN Hope... We're left with hope. TIGHT ON - THEIR HANDS Like the moment we met Will and Gwen, holding on for dear life. WE SLOWLY DISSOLVE: INT. FOYER - SULLIVAN HOME - DAY Will ENTERS, stack of mail in hand. He's wandering toward the kitchen, leafing through the stack when one particular envelope stops him. The return address reads: "BOSTON BIOMEDICA, INC." Will opens the envelope, retrieves the single sheet correspondence - reads WILL - Gwen? (reading more) GWEN!
95. GWEN (O.S.) Ssshhhh!!! We see Gwen rounding the bottom curve of the stairwell, motherly concern on her face. GWEN (CONT'D) He's napping WILL - I thought we decided. Decided? GWEN Decided what?
Will hands her the letter from Boston Biomedica. WILL It's a DNA test. I thought we decided that we didn't want to know. GWEN We did decide. I didn't... She's reading the test results. meet Will's. Off Gwen's look as her eyes
WE MOVE CLOSE ON - THE DNA TEST RESULTS OF THEIR CHILD Mother: Gwen Leigh Sullivan -POSITIVE
Father: William James Sullivan -- POSITIVE EXT. SANTA'S VILLAGE - NEWBURY, MASS - DAY A weekend CROWD packs this decorated park setting. Families with children, including Will, Gwen, and their new baby boy. While Gwen waits in line at Santa's Shack... WILL How about I get us some cider? GWEN Good idea. Will peels off from Gwen and the baby. WE FOLLOW Will through the crowd until he finds a not-so-crowded place to have a cigarette. Lucky for him, his cell phone rings. He answers: WILL Hello? NURSE SHEILA (OVER PHONE) Hello Will... It's Sheila. CLOSE ON - WILL
96. He recognizes the voice. WILL ... I know who it is. NURSE SHEILA (OVER PHONE) Was callin' just to see how the happy father was? (pause) You happy, Will? Then over the phone, Will HEARS AN INFANT CRYING! A lightning chill cuts right through him. The infant cries again. It's a distant cry. Will hurries back toward Santa's Shack in time to see Gwen showing off her new baby to the department store SANTA. NURSE SHEILA (O.S.) (CONT'D) Don't worry, Will. Your baby's fine. Will turns. It's Sheila, standing right in front of him.
NURSE SHEILA (CONT'D) It's good, isn't it? It's good to have a baby of your own. Did you receive the DNA test? WILL ... We never ordered a DNA test. NURSE SHEILA I always liked you, Will. That's why I arranged the test. Thought you deserved to know that you were the real father. Much the same way Gwen never deserved to be the real mother. Then as Will still doesn't know what to make of Sheila's assertion... NURSE SHEILA (CONT'D) You see, I put your seed in Gwen... (a smile) ... and kept "his" seed for me. (then...) Just wanted to say goodbye. Have a nice life. You deserve it. Sheila kisses him on the cheek, then wanders off into the crowd. Will starts to follow, but Gwen appears at his side. GWEN Who was that? WILL ... Someone I used to know.
97. WILL'S POV Through the crowd, he sees Sheila joined by twins. Freddy the Fender Bender and his dead ringer of a brother. Next, he sees Darling Dave dressed as a Holiday Marilyn Monroe. Darling Dave hands Sheila a baby. Sheila turns, sees that Will is still watching her. She takes her baby's hand and waves it back at Will. NURSE SHEILA Wave bye-bye, Wes. Wave bye-bye. CUT TO BLACK THE END
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