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FADE IN:
EXT. STATE UNIVERSITY - DAY
A modern sprawling complex. Men and women of various ages
meander in and out of the double glass doors.
INT. STATE UNIVERSITY, PROFESSOR'S STUDY ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Modern small library size room. Thick vinyl padded chairs.
Mahoney tables and desk.
A distinguished man, PROFESSOR JOHNS, late fifties, wears
wire rim eye glasses, stands and stares at one of the ceiling
high book shelves. The Professor pulls a book from the shelf.
The title of the book reads,'DWELLING WITH THE SUPERNATURAL'
KNOCK AT DOOR
PROFESSOR JOHNS
Please enter.
An appealing, youthful woman, CONNIE MAR, late twenties,
wears fashionable eye glasses, enters the room.
CONNIE MAR
Professor?
PROFESSOR JOHNS
Miss Mar. It's a pleasure.
Professor Johns thoughtfully motions to a vinyl padded chair.
PROFESSOR JOHNS (CONT'D)
Please sit down. I am anxious to
hear about your experience.
Connie sits on the vinyl padded chair.
Professor Johns reclines behind his desk and places the book
down in plain view. Connie peers curious at the cover of the
book.
PROFESSOR JOHNS
I have been waiting in anticipation
of your arrival, since our last
phone conversation. How long have
you been attending our university?
Connie pulls her attention away from the book and at the
Professor.
CONNIE MAR
Two years since that amazing
encounter.
PROFESSOR JOHNS
Wonderful. You have told no one?
CONNIE MAR
You are the first.
PROFESSOR JOHNS
Wonderful. Would you like something
to drink before we get started?
CONNIE MAR
No thank you Professor. I'm quite
anxious to get this all out.
PROFESSOR JOHNS
Wonderful. Than by all means lets
begin.
CONNIE MAR
It all began more than two years
ago.
The Professor eyes Connie with engaged anticipation.
FADE TO BLACK:
FADE TO:
EXT. COLONIAL HOME/RAY CORNELL'S HOUSE - NIGHT
A small car rolls into the driveway. SHANE DUGAN, early
thirties, likeable, rugged built man, wears denim overalls,
slips out of the car holding an envelope with a handwritten
word that reads, RENT. Shane strolls to the front porch.
Murmurs carry from the backyard. Shane sneaks to the side of
the house, behind a large white beat up van and views,
BACK YARD
The full moon illuminates the ground, a 5 foot high wood
fence runs across the back yard and a well kept hulking
jagged CRENATE ROCK juts out of the ground close to,
RAY CORNELL, late fifties, short potbellied man wears hand-me
down shirt and slacks, stands to the side of,
Ray Cornell's son, BARRY CORNELL, mid thirties, tall slender
man wears shirt and denims. Ray and Barry look on tense as,
Another man, EPA MAN, late forties, shines a flashlight on
the ground. The EPA Man stops abruptly, his flashlight
reveals, an OILY SUBSTANCE pools on the dirt.
The EPA Man stoops down. He squeezes strands of wet dirt
between his fingers and sniffs it. The EPA Man straightens up
and turns to Ray.
EPA MAN
You've been warned Cornell. I'll
have to turn you in.
Barry defensively strides up to the EPA Man.
BARRY CORNELL
Sir, can't you let this go? We'll
have it cleaned up in no time.
(MORE)
BARRY CORNELL (CONT'D)
My father is a church elder. We
can't afford this kind of
publicity.
The EPA Man sneers at Barry unconcerned.
EPA MAN
I've warned your father long
enough. The neighbors are
suspicious of my indifference. I
could give a hoot about your
church. This is plain hypocrisy.
Barry's eyes narrow. He perches his lips.
BARRY CORNELL
How dare you talk about the church
in that manner.
EPA MAN
You holier than thou people try to
get away with murder.
The EPA Man points to the oil soaked ground.
EPA MAN (CONT'D)
This is what your church teaches?
Barry tenses. His fists clinch.
BARRY CORNELL
That has nothing to do with it.
Just an oversight of my father's.
The EPA Man smiles with contempt at Barry and steps a few
feet in front of the CRENATE ROCK. He turns back to Barry.
EPA MAN
Oversight? Not likely. Some church.
Filled with the likes of your
father.
Ray watches Barry's mounting temper with concern and steps
closer to Barry.
RAY CORNELL
I promise. I'll take care of it.
It's too late. Barry steps toward the EPA Man with inflamed
eyes.
The EPA man steps back too close to the rock and stumbles.
His head strikes the large jagged CRENATE ROCK.
RAY CORNELL (CONT'D)
Damn you Barry. Look what you did.
BARRY CORNELL
I'm sorry dad. He mocked the
church. You know how that makes me
feel.
Ray stoops down and checks the EPA Man's motionless body. Ray
stands up. He shoots Barry a stern gaze.
RAY CORNELL
I've got enough troubles. Now this.
Ray shakes his head and lumbers to the beat up white van.
FRONT YARD
Shane backs out of the driveway in his car and motors away.
EXT. FIELD - NIGHT - HOURS LATER
The moon brightens a small field surrounded by dense forest.
After Ray and Barry finish digging a casket size hole, they
plant an elongated wrapped object in the hole. Ray looks
around stressed while catching his breath with heavy huffs.
Barry shovels dirt into the hole. His face wet with
perspiration. Barry stops, stretches his tired back. He peers
up at the Moon.
MOON
Dark clouds drift past the face of the moon.
FOREST EDGE
Shane watches from a massive oak tree. He clutches a special
night camera and snaps pictures of Ray and Barry's activity.
EXT. FIELD - DAY - NEXT DAY
Several police vehicles dot the field. Lights flash from atop
of the patrol cars. Police officers swarm the grounds. They
enter and exit the forest.
HOLE IN GROUND
The EPA Man's upper, pale body is partially unwrapped.
Detective RYKER (40's) a tall, tough wiry man stoops over the
lifeless body. He scrutinizes a strip of cloth that appears
to be a piece of clothing.
A POLICE OFFICER stands to Ryker's side. He stares down at
the shallow hole.
RYKER
(stares at cloth)
The man's identity?
POLICE OFFICER
One of the Environmental Agencies.
Ryker stands up and circles the hole in the ground.
RYKER
Any record of his destination?
The Police Officer lifts his head and stares at Ryker.
POLICE OFFICER
Apparently he told no one.
RYKER
How far away is Ray Cornell's
house?
The Police Officer strides closer to Ryker.
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