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EXT.

BEACH - EVENING
A lone silhouette hunkers against damp English winds. The
gray sea chops at the beach. Seagulls are heard in the
distance against a salted, muggy sky. The silhouette crosses
from the far end of the beach, arriving at a boardwalk.
JEREMY BAILEY, a polite (but too-talkative) American
university student, adjusts the knapsack on his shoulder and
climbs the boardwalk. To his right is a boardwalk and a
strip of brick buildings. To his left, the pier juts over
the sand and into the sea. A man stands at the end of the
pier.
JEREMY
Hello there! Can you tell me where
the Moore Family building is?
The far-off figure turns his head to the right and points
further down the line of brick buildings. JEREMY waves
gratefully, then takes off down the boardwalk.
WS - JEREMY WALKING DOWN THE PIER PARALLEL TO THE BEACH.
FIGURE CONTINUES FISHING ON THE PIER.
EXT. MOORE HOUSE - SAME
JEREMY knocks on a door with peeling light-pink paint. No
one answers. He knocks again, rocking nervously on his
heels. No answer. He tried to look through a window, but
it's too dirty. He knocks again. No answer. He clears his
throat and turns the doorknob.
Inside, he coughs lightly. The foyer is dark and dusty-the
only sign of residents are pink doilies decorating each step
of the staircase.
JEREMY
(to the darkness)
Hello?
A door to Jeremy's right swings open. The LANDLADY, a large,
leathery, old woman enters and bumps into Jeremy.
JEREMY
(nervous apologetic ad-lib)
LANDLADY

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2

(Low-class northern english
accent)
Who'er you then?
JEREMY
(desperately cheerful)
Oh! I'm your guest! Newest edition
to the Moore Family Inn!
He extends a hand. She ignores it.
LANDLADY
Right. Your name?
JEREMY
Oh! Jeremy Bailey! I'm just up from
university andLANDLADY
Right, Bailey. Two weeks, isn'it?
She pulls a notebook for her apron pocket.
LANDLADY
We take 'alf the money up front,
then.
JEREMY
Ah, right. Just worked all summer
to be able to pay for this!
He draws out a stack of cash.
JEREMY
See, I'm a student -a photographerandLANDLADY
(scoffs)
Right. Don't care what you are so
long as you give me the first half
now, and the last half the night
before you check out.
JEREMY
Oh, certainly. I may be a student,
but see, I interned-

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3

She begins moving up the stairs.
LANDLADY
'spose you'll want to see your
room, then.
JEREMY
Oh! Right then!
He follows. The Landlady ignores his prattle, but he
continues talking anyways.
JEREMY
(babbling nervously)
I'm quite excited to see this town
during the summer! I'm a
photographer, like I said, and this
town has such an interesting
history. Did you know that there
have been disappearances happening
along this boardwalk for the past
ten years? I'm sure you do, what
with being a landlady and all. Some
mates of mine think it's ghosts, so
I thought why not spend a few
weeksLANDLADY
This is your room.
She opens the door on a small room with a window covered by
slatted shutters. It's dingy, with a small cot, dresser, and
jug for water. Rats can be heard scurrying in the ceiling.
JEREMY
Oh! How wonderful to have a view of
the beach!
He goes to the window open but the landlady runs behind him
and shuts it.
LANDLADY
(hisses)
Don't let em in!
(beat)
The air. Dampens the floorboards.
Horrible rot.

(CONTINUED)

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4

JEREMY
Oh. I'm sorry.
LANDLADY
(clears her throat like a cat
hacking at a fur ball)
Right then. Breakfast is served
from 6 until 8, lodgers are
'spected to be out of the house
until teatime.
JEREMY
What time is dinner?
LANDLADY
Don't serve dinner.
(beat, then a half-grin of
yellowed crooked teeth)
'Sept on special occasions.
JEREMY
Ah, well. I look forward to Moore
Family special occasions!
LANDLADY
(clears her throat again,
gargling mucus)
Right then.
She leaves.
Jeremy pulls a few things from his knapsack, including a
camera. He goes to open the window, then hesitates and sits
on the cot.
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INT. JEREMY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
JEREMY, LYING IN BED. HIS EYES TRACE THE RATS SCURRYING IN
THE CEILING. CUTS OF HIM TOSSING INTO DIFFERENT POSITIONS.
Jeremy sighs and finally stands. He hesitates again at the
window, then grabs the glass from the bureau.
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INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
In the hallway, a woman wearing a white nightgown stares out
of a window. JEREMY walks out of his room and sees her.
JEREMY
(whispers)
Oh! Hi! I'm Jeremy Bailey, the new
lodger.
(awkward beat)
You can't sleep either, huh?
The woman's eyes are fixed on a point outside the window.
JEREMY
(gestures to glass)
Do you know where I can get some
water?
The woman turns to him, her eyes wide and frightened.
CLARISSA
Who are they?
JEREMY
Who're who?
The woman says nothing, just turns and stares out of the
window. After a few moments, she turns and shuffles down the
hallway. Jeremy stares after her, bewildered. He retreats
back into his room.
CUT TO:
INT. DINING ROOM - EARLY MORNING
A party of two sit at the dining room table. GEORGE, a dour
banker in his late-thirties, sits next to his wife,
CLARISSA. She is in her late-twenties and has a vivacity
that waxes and wanes with her husband's reproach. The
couple's clothing was once posh, but has been frayed and
worn. They've seen better days.
Jeremy thumps loudly down the stairs and into the dining
room. He leans over their cups to shake hands.

(CONTINUED)

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6

JEREMY
Morning! Jeremy Bailey.
GEORGE
(begrudgingly)
George. My wife, Clarissa.
CLARISSA
(sweetly)
How d'ya do?
Jeremy sits. George turns back to his newspaper.
CLARISSA
Oh, don't mind him! He's always
reading. Even at teatime!
GEORGE
(without looking up)
Yes. Proper Brits don't like to be
disturbed during the quiet hours of
the morning.
Jeremy doesn't take the hint.
JEREMY
(to Clarissa)
Say, didn't I see you last night?
George glances up, squeezes Clarissa's wrist.
GEORGE
Sleepwalking again, love?
CLARISSA
(smiles tightly)
Afraid so, my dear.
JEREMY
Ah, I used do that when I was a
kid! Did you have any funny dreams?
CLARISSA
As a matter of fact, I thought I
saw some people-

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7

GEORGE
Oh, I wouldn't fritter over that!
Just a simple nightmare, nothing
more!
He leans back, flicking out his newspaper.
CLARISSA
So, ah, what brings you to the
shore? It's rather late in the
season, isn't it?
JEREMY
Ah, well, I was working in the
city-I'm a photography student-and
I thought I'd spend the last few
weeks before term exploring the
disappearances here.
CLARISSA
Sounds fascinating!
JEREMY
(beaming)
It is! What brings you two here?
CLARISSA
Oh, we always come here in the
summer. George just loves this old
inn, used to stay here as a kid.
JEREMY
Oh, you must have known the Moore
Family, then!
The LANDLADY enters, carrying a platter of eggs and sausage
and a plate of toast.
CUTAWAY: CU ON WATERY EGGS AND LEATHERY SAUSAGES.
JEREMY
(in a crappy accent)
Morning, mum!
LANDLADY
(scoffs)
Not your mum.

(CONTINUED)

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8

(softer, to George)
What's this about a nightmare?
JEREMY
Clarissa was just telling us about
her dream! She was standing at the
window, sleepwalking, andLANDLADY
Ought not to be standing at the
windows. Bad for your health, all
that sea air.
GEORGE
It was nothing, really. Isn't that
right, Clarissa?
CLARISSA
Yes, of course.
She smiles meekly and passes the toast. As she does, we see
a headline on George's newspaper concerning "recent seaside
disappearances."
JEREMY
Ooh, how's that article on the
disappearances? Don't tell me they
think everyone was lost at sea?
There's gotta be more to that
story!
George huffs, but doesn't lower the paper.
CLARISSA
Aren't those just fascinating? Why,
when George suggested renting here,
well I never imagined the history!
I mean, thirty-six deaths over
twelve years!
GEORGE
Hardly appropriate breakfast
conversation.
Clarissa looks bashfully at her eggs. They sit in silence.
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EXT. BEACH - AFTERNOON
JEREMY is on the beach photographing the boardwalk. Dripping
wet, ROBERT approaches.
ROBERT
Excuse me?
Jeremy jumps.
JEREMY
Oh! Hello!
(he extends a hand)
Jeremy Bailey!
ROBERT
Robert. I'm sorry to bother you, I
just saw the camera and felt
compelled to come over.
JEREMY
Oh, it's not trouble! And thank
you! Wow, you're the first friendly
person I've met in this town.
ROBERT
(laughs)
Say, do you fancy a smoke?
Jeremy nods.
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EXT. BEACH - SAME
ROBERT and JEREMY walk by the shore, smoking cigarettes.
They are relaxed, and Robert listens patiently to Jeremy's
chatter.
JEREMY
I came here to find the ghosts.
This town is rumored to be haunted,
and you'd think it would be with
all the disappearances. Have you
read at all about them?

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10

ROBERT
I'm really only familiar with the
first caseJEREMY
Ah! Well, it's something like forty
deaths over twelve years!
ROBERT
Thirty-six.
JEREMY
Ah! So you have heard!
ROBERT
Oh, the number gets thrown out a
lot around here.
JEREMY
Really? You must be better with the
locals. When I try to bring it up,
the other guests at this inn won't
evenROBERT
You're staying at the Moore Family
Inn?
JEREMY
Yes! Do you know the place?
ROBERT
In a way. I used to be there often,
but not after I met my daughters'
mother. The landlady there was a
bit of a nutter, though.
JEREMY
I've noticed that. I get the sense
that she's she's paranoid I'll run
off before paying her.

Robert shrugs, looks at the boardwalk.

(CONTINUED)

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11

ROBERT
Mm, I think she sees what she wants
to see. You should move--people
like that are poison. I used to
tell my girls that if they were
good inside, they'd see the world's
goodness.
(softer)
Don't know how much it helped,
though.
JEREMY
How'd ya mean?
ROBERT
(shakes head)
I ought to be getting back to my
swim.
Jeremy waves him off, then walks underneath the boardwalk.
For a few moments, he sketches. After a moment, FOOTSTEPS
sound above him. He hears voices arguing, and looks up
through the slats to see a pair of shoes scuffling back and
forth. There's a SLAP, and a man's voice gives an order
before walking away.
Jeremy sneaks out from underneath the boardwalk. He peeks
around the staircase in time to see George walking away.
Jeremy waits for a minute, then ascends the steps. He finds
CLARISSA on the boardwalk. She is crying.
JEREMY
Clarissa! You all right?
CLARISSA
Oh, yes! Fine!
JEREMY
Was that George I just saw?
CLARISSA
Oh yes, you know. Couple's quarrel.
She walks away, following George.
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INT. JEREMY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Jeremy is laying on the floor, reading a book on British
hauntings.  Thunder and lightning rage outside his window.
Jeremy winces when a drop of water falls from the ceiling
onto his head. This happens two more times before he gets up
from the book and puts his water glass under the leak.
CUT TO:
INT. FOYER - SAME
The landlady stands next to a window by the door. Her eyes
are wide and unblinking. The curtains are pulled back and
the window is open.
Jeremy descends the stairs behind her.
JEREMY
Uhm, hello?
Do you have bowl I could use? The
roof in my room is leaking.
She says nothing, and he moves to next to her.
JEREMY
Thought we weren't supposed to have
the windows open?
(beat)
Uhm... are you all right?
LANDLADY
(without looking at him)
They always staring, boy. Always
staring.
JEREMY
Who?
The landlady jumps, as if seeing him for the first time.
LANDLADY
What'd you want?
JEREMY
A bowl? For the leak in the roof.
Are you all right? You were just-

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LANDLADY
Just looking for George, is all.
He's run out.
JEREMY
Oh!
She shuts the window and curtains before leading him to the
kitchen.
JEREMY
I hope everything's all right?
LANDLADY
(matter-of-factly)
It isn't.
JEREMY
What happened?
LANDLADY
Well, if you must know, There's
been a death in Clarissa's family,
and he's taken her to sort it out.
JEREMY
Oh! I'm sorry.
LANDLADY
(shrugs)
's not your family.
She pulls a bowl from the cupboard.
CUT TO:
INT. - DINING ROOM - THE NEXT MORNING
George sits at the table, puts his paper down when Jeremy
walks in.
GEORGE
Good morning!
JEREMY
'morning! Oh, I heard about- I'm so
sorry!

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GEORGE
Ah, I see that m- that the landlady
told you?
He stutters over the landlady's title, but Jeremy doesn't
notice. He just nods.
The Landlady enters.
CUTAWAY: WATERY EGGS AND LEATHERY SAUSAGE.
LANDLADY
Mr. Grayling, in light of recent
events, I thought it would be
appropriate to host dinner tonight.
What with your wife being away.
GEORGE
All right.
If you don't mind, I think I'll
take my breakfast in my room.
He leaves. The Landlady looks disapproving.
Jeremy's eyes follow the landlady, seeking an invitation.
She does not return his eye contact.
JEREMY
Can I come? To dinner?
LANDLADY
(sour)
I suppose. But be sure to be out of
the house until teatime, at least.
JEREMY
Sure! I planned to be out, anyways.
You know, I met a friend who swims
everyThe Landlady exits. Jeremy sighs and turns back to his
breakfast. He makes a face, takes a fruit from the table,
and leaves.
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EXT. BEACH - AFTERNOON
JEREMY is exploring again. Still soaking wet, ROBERT
approaches.
ROBERT
Photos again?
JEREMY
(cheerfully)
Every day!
ROBERT
May I?
Jeremy hands him the camera. Robert looks through it.
CUTAWAY: CAMERA LED SCREEN.
They look at the unfinished painting. It is starkly bright
compared to the beach around it.
ROBERT
Huh.
JEREMY
What?
ROBERT
Nothing.
JEREMY
What? C'mon.
ROBERT
Well, it's a bit... cheery, isn't
it? I mean, you've only got the
shore, some crabs, and the water.
JEREMY
So?
ROBERT
Well, what about the trash under
the boardwalk? The beach isn't all
pretty.

(CONTINUED)

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JEREMY
Eh. I like to photograph the world
how I see it. After all, "the good
see goodness," right? A happy man
makes with happy photos!
Robert laughs. They sit and begin to smoke.
ROBERT
So, have you found out anything
else for your ghost quest?
JEREMY
Eh, not really. The books all say
the same things, which is too bad
because I'd really like to learn
about the specific people who died.
ROBERT
So you can make more "happy
photos"?
JEREMY
(laughs)
No, so I can go find the ghosts!
All I know so far is that most of
the people who died either stayed
at the Moore Family Inn, or were
connected to the Moore family. And
I haven't seen any gouhls there.
Except the old bat.
They laugh.
ROBERT
Maybe you're not looking hard
enough.
Jeremy shrugs and puffs his cigarette.
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INT. HALLWAY - THAT EVENING
GEORGE knocks on a bedroom door.

(CONTINUED)

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LANDLADY

Not now!
GEORGE
I need to speak to you.
LANDLADY
Not now!
GEORGE
I mean it.
LANDLADY
I said, not now!
GEORGE
Mum, you open this door up right
now or I swear I'm telling.
We see Jeremy rounding the corner carrying the bowl of
rainwater from his room. But he stops short after hearing
"Mum."
The Landlady opens the door.
LANDLADY
What?
GEORGE
I'm not joining you for dinner.
LANDLADY
Oh, yes you are. That little brat
Bailey wormed his way in. Besides,
it's our special night!
GEORGE
Mum, how many times have I told
you? Not my wives! Killing the
girls was supposed to stop afterLANDLADY
(hisses)
No one misses those whores.

(CONTINUED)

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GEORGE
(louder, asserting himself)
It was supposed to stop after
Dad's...
(he hesitates)
mistress and daughtersLANDLADY
Well, they aren't your concern now.
GEORGE
(incredulous)
I've had enough.
He turns to go, but she grabs his arm.
LANDLADY
(suddenly sweet)
Georgie, wait.
CU: GEORGE.
LANDLADY
Oh, you wouldn't tell on your ol'
mum now, would ya?
GEORGE
Mum, you know me better than that.
Just... scale back your efforts a
bit, all right?
LANDLADY
You sound like your father.
She lays her head and hand on his shoulder.
Jeremy backs away from them. He drops the bowl and it
clatters down the hallway, rolling to George's feet. There
is a moment of stillness as Jeremy makes eye contact with
George and the Landlady. The Landlady breaks the stillness,
jumping toward Jeremy with a candlestick. He falls onto his
back, and the last thing he sees is the Landlady wielding
the candlestick.
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EXT. BEACH - LATE NIGHT
The figure Jeremy saw on his first day waits on the pier,
fishing. GEORGE carries a large, heavy, Jeremy-sized bag
under the pier. As she approaches, the figure fades into the
air and reappears under the pier, next to her.
ROBERT
Ah, she's got you doing the heavy
lifting now?

George doesn't answer.
ROBERT
Just don't do the killing for her,
all right? Don't you know murder
will send you to hell?
GEORGE
So will adultery and suicide, but
that did'n stop you, did it?
Together, they tie stones to the body. Robert sees its face.
ROBERT
Oh no. Him? Already?
GEORGE
You knew it was coming. Get on with
it.
Robert and George roll Jeremy's body into the ocean. When
they are finished, Robert settles into the sand and pulls
out a cigarette.
GEORGE
Still smoking?
ROBERT
(shrugs)
Can't kill me know.
Going to watch the show? She always
does.
He nods towards the strip of buildings further down the
pier. A light is on in the Landlady's house.
(CONTINUED)

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GEORGE
No, I think it might drive me mad.
I'm going to bed.
George turns away and walks down the boardwalk, into the
Landlady's house. A second light turns on inside, then turns
off.
PAN TO:
Robert, sitting on the beach having smoked several
cigarettes. The ocean surface begins to gurgle, and Robert
jumps to his feet. JEREMY emerges, sputtering and coughing.
Robert half-drags him to the shoreline.
ROBERT
I gotcha, I gotcha.
Jeremy looks at him, gesturing wildly and attempting to
speak. But a large gash in his throat prevents this.
ROBERT
I know, I know, it's shocking. You
won't be able to speak, she cuts
the cords.
The ocean gurgles again.
ROBERT
I've got to go help Clarissa.
He leaves Jeremy, crying and confused, on the sand. Robert
pulls a shaking Clarissa from the water. Like Jeremy, she
kneels on the beach, clawing at her throat and crying
silently.
One by one, the ghost of Robert Moore pulls thirty-five
people from the ocean. Finally, he pulls a young woman from
the water. She carries two sleeping toddlers in her arms.
WS - THE CROWD STARING AT THE LANDLADY'S WINDOW.
FADE OUT.

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