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                   THE PARADISE SHIFT

                           by

                    Dennis A. Babkin

















FADE IN:



INT. OPERATING ROOM

Three neurosurgeons hover over a patient attached to high
tech electronic gizmos. A bank of monitors shows continuous
feed of cranial surgery to a group of interns watching behind
the glass in the observation area ...

DR. PETER KOVAK is in the center of the action, giving his
undivided attention to the surgery, with obvious respect from
the others ... He is well-groomed, in his early 40's.



INT. ANTEROOM

The surgery is over. Dr. Kovak comes out taking off his
electronic head-gear ... The interns APPLAUD ...

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INT. LECTURE ROOM

The spacious auditorium is filled with nicely dressed
audience sitting at the round banquet tables ... Dr. Kovak is
giving speech from the podium. The projection screen behind
him displays a computer presentation of his speech ...

As we go through the audience -

                   DR. KOVAK (O.S.)
         Think about it. Think about what we
         know. Think about what we can do
         with this knowledge. Medical
         advances in science opened up doors
         to absolutely new frontiers, the
         world of neuroscience. It is
         incredible. Millions of years of
         evolution have not just passed on
         us. Oh, no. It created something
         unique, something never seen in the
         nature before, the CEREBRAL CORTEX.
         You'd ask me, "Why is it so
         special?"
             (pause)
         Well, it is special because that is
         the part of our brains that makes
         us ... well, us.

The chuckle spreads through the audience.

                   DR. KOVAK  (O.S.) (CONT'D)
         You don't think about it every day
         but all your perceptions, thoughts,
         memories and feelings are parts of
         your brain. The organ that is
         constantly bombarded by a torrent of
         sensory data, channeled through five
         major alleys -

We focus on Dr. Kovak on stage ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         - sight, hearing, smell, taste and
         touch. Think about it. Everything
         you know, saw and remember was
         served to you via those five
         inputs. Everything that you are
         came through those five channels.

TIGHT ON old couple in the audience struggling to understand.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         You are just a glob of gray matter
         lying in the darkness blindly
         digesting what is fed to you.

PAUSE ... (Dead silence in the audience.)

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Think about it. Maybe what you see,
         feel and believe in isn't what it
         really is?

DR. KOVAK'S POV - BEAUTIFUL WOMAN in early 30's, an epitome
of a male dream, looks straight at us with total devotion ...
Her stare is broken by the ROAR OF APPLAUSE in the audience.

Dr. Kovak walks off the stage ... The beautiful woman
approaches him and tucks her arm under his elbow. Dr. Kovak
kisses her. This is his wife JESSICA ... In the mean time a
richly dressed couple approaches them.

                   MAN #1
         That was amazing. Eleanor and I
         would certainly attend symposium in
         Atlanta.

Dr. Kovak wants to reply when another couple joins them ...

                   MAN #2
         It's so impressive. I bet it'll
         open many pocket books tonight. It
         sure did mine.

They all share a hypocritical cackle ...



LATER

                   MAN #1'S WIFE
             (to Jessica, while walking
              away)
         You are a very lucky woman.

                   JESSICA
             (with a fake smile)
         Thank you, Mrs. Markovich.

... At last Dr. Kovak and Jessica are alone.

                   JESSICA (CONT'D)
         You think they liked it?

                   DR. KOVAK
         No. But they all need their logos
         displayed in our presentation.

Jessica smiles lovingly ... and walks away leaving Dr. Kovak
alone ... but not for long.

A moderately dressed WOMAN approaches Dr. Kovak. Unlike pea
cock doctors she is not smiling. Her name is LORNA. She is in
her late 50's. She is not wearing much of make-up.

                   LORNA
         It's not easy anymore to talk to
         you, Peter.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Excuse me?

                   LORNA
         You're a big man now. You don't
         talk to little folks anymore. Look
         at all your body guards.
             (turns to show)
         It's easy to bump me off than face
         the truth, isn't it?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (losing his smile)
         Do I know you?

                   LORNA
         Your posse surely doesn't.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (looking in that
              direction)
         That is security for the event.
         They are not my -

                   LORNA
         It took me a long time to get
         through to you. You still care?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Care? Are you sure you got the
         right guy?

                   LORNA
         Peter, he needs your help.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Who needs my help?

                   LORNA
         Josh needs you.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Josh? Josh, who? I don't -

                   LORNA
         He is alone and needy! It cannot go
         on like this.

JESSICA'S POV - Dr. Kovak reveals an expression of a cornered
animal ... next to a strange woman.

Jessica joins Dr. Kovak and Lorna.

                   LORNA (CONT'D)
         That's your new Ms.? She's pretty.

                   DR. KOVAK
         This is my wife Jessica.
             (uneasy)
         Listen, Mrs. ... Ah. It sounds like
         a medical situation. Why don't you
         give me a call at the office?

He hands Lorna his business card. Speechless, she STARES at
it like if he gave it to his high school sweetheart ...

Dr. Kovak puts his arm around Jessica and pushes her aside.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (to Lorna)
         You're welcome to stay here. This
         seems like a hip party.

WE FOLLOW DR. KOVAK AND JESSICA as they rush away ... Lorna
stands on the same spot in total confusion ...

                   JESSICA
             (whispering)
         How weird. How did she find you?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Beats me. I guess they don't pay
         security well enough.

                   JESSICA
         I can't wait to leave all this
         behind.

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EXT. YACHT - DAY

This is one of those mega yachts. A typical crowd of big city
doctors on vacation are having fun onboard. The locale is a
tropical island ...

WE FOLLOW the woman in bikini carrying a couple of Margaritas
... She comes up to a group of men. Dr. Kovak takes a drink
from her. She turns ... This is Jessica.

                   JESSICA
         Well boys, I'm going to check the
         masseuse over there.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Don't make it too intense, babe.

They all smile. Dr. Kovak SMOOCHES her on the lips and she
SCAMPERS AWAY ... Other men watch her leave ... 

                   MAN #1
         I can't believe you snatched that
         piece of ass, Peter.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (with smug expression)
         Sometimes I cannot believe it
         myself. But life is short. Live it
         like it's your last day.



EXT. DECK - NIGHT

Music PLAYS LOUD. We go through festive crowd having a good
time in a tropical paradise, lit up by alcohol ...

Jessica dances seductively with Dr. Kovak. She is a TRUE
VIXEN in her evening gown. We pass them and focus on -



EXT. BAR - LONG SHOT

(MOS) Dr. Kovak slips out of Jessica's embrace and joins the
crowd at the bar on deck. He motions bartender and orders.

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak sitting at the bar showing exhaustion from
dancing ... Suddenly he pulls out his cell phone. It is
VIBRATING ... Dr. Kovak brings it up to his ear ...

                   LORNA (O.S.)
         Peter?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes. Who is it?

                   LORNA (O.S.)
         This is Lorna. You gave me your
         business card at the function.

                   DR. KOVAK
         How did you get this number?

                   LORNA (O.S.)
         You gave it to me, remember? You
         said to call you.

                   DR. KOVAK
         I did?

                   LORNA (O.S.)
         Josh is very sick. He needs you.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (his party mood changes)
         Listen, how shall I put it? I'm on
         vacation. I will be back in the
         office in a couple of days -

                   LORNA (O.S.)
         You don't understand. He needs you.
         NOW.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Ma'am, I understand you but I
         cannot diagnose over the phone.

                   LORNA (O.S.)
         You don't hear me, do you? He might
         not make it if you don't check on
         him.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Listen. If it's an emergency, call
         9-1-1. They will help you.

                   LORNA (O.S.)
         Do you think I am stupid? You think
         I can't call the fucking 9-1-1?

                   DR. KOVAK
         What do you want me to do? Even if
         I wanted to ... I'm fifteen hundred
         miles away from you.

                   LORNA (O.S.)
         You rich people. You think that
         your big plans cannot even stand
         close to what others might need.
         Has it ever occurred to you that
         your sleazy little soul will burn
         in hell for what you've done?

Dr. Kovak PAUSES to massage the bridge of his nose ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         What's his situation?

                   LORNA (O.S.)
         You're the one who knows what's
         best for Josh.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (after a pause)
         OK. Listen. I'm losing you here. If
         it's not emergency I promise that I
         will take a look at Josh as soon as
         I get back in town.

Dr. Kovak puts down the cell phone. His mood is sullen ...

                   JESSICA
             (running up)
         Honey, are you alright?

                   DR. KOVAK
         That woman from McAlister function
         somehow found me.

                   JESSICA
         What does she want from you?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I don't know. I think her son is
         sick or something.

                   JESSICA
         She shouldn't be calling you here.
         I'm going to talk to them at the
         office. They cannot spoil our
         vacation like this.

Jessica pulls Dr. Kovak toward herself.

                   JESSICA (CONT'D)
             (seductively)
         Come on, forget about her. Don't
         let it ruin our time together.



I/E. BEACH BUNGALOW - NIGHT

Dr. Kovak MAKES OUT with Jessica on the bed ... We pan past
them and focus on the full moon in the dark sky, and -

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I/E. JOSH'S ROOM - NIGHT

TIGHT ON the same moon in an open window. We move away from
it and slowly reveal glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling of
the room ... WE KEEP MOVING and see child's clothes in a
closet ... then toys on the night-stand. The bed comes to
view ... JOSH lies on his back, his eyes open even with the
light being off ... He is no older than 8.

JOSH'S POV - Stars on the ceiling begin MEANDERING ... We
turn to the side. The wall picture GLIDES AWAY and MORPHS
into the corner ... We look at the closet. It BULGES OUT like
a play-dough ... We focus back on the ceiling. The stars are
slowly CHANGING COLORS ... Suddenly something starts sucking
them in with an OMINOUS HISS ... We dart our eyes from side
to side ... and hear -

                   LORNA (O.S.)
         Josh! JOSH!

Lorna kneels besides Josh's bed, SHAKING HIM ... Josh comes
to senses, BREATHING HEAVILY ... His eyes are wide open with
fear ...

                   LORNA (CONT'D)
             (pulling him near)
         He won't get away with it anymore.
         We'll make him pay.

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INT. HOTEL ROOM - MORNING

Dr. Kovak emerges wearing an unbuttoned shirt. Jessica is
still in bed half-awake, stretching out, yawning ...

                   JESSICA
         I can't believe it's all over.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (lowers to kiss her)
         Don't be sad. We'll have our time
         share at Cancun soon.

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak in the mirror as he ties the necktie.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (smugly at himself)
         It's time to face the reality.

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INT. DR. KOVAK'S CAR - DAY

Dr. Kovak is on the phone while driving ... The Bluetooth
headset gives him wireless connection to the office.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes, transfer Erickson to another
         day. Make sure all craniotomies are
         scheduled for Wednesday.
             (pauses, while listening)
         Hah, interesting. What ICP did
         ventriculostomy show?

                                           DISSOLVE TO:



INT. CLINIC - DAY

Dr. Kovak walks in. The clinic is a trendy glass building
flaunting the wealth of its inhabitants right off the bat. He
approaches the FEMALE RECEPTIONIST ... still on the phone.

                   THE RECEPTIONIST
         Morning, Dr. Kovak. How's the
         vacation?

Dr. Kovak shows thumbs-up to the receptionist.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (into the phone)
         They cannot move us to another
         month. We had it all inked.

                                           DISSOLVE TO:



INT. HALLWAY / CLINIC - CONTINUOUS

Dr. Kovak waves to a couple of doctors in a distance while
walking ... one responds with the OK sign.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (into the phone)
         That's OK. Those guys are hardest
         to deal with. No, no need. I'll
         straighten it out myself.

Dr. Kovak walks up to his ASSISTANT JULIE, a well-dressed
siren in her late 20's, while still being on the phone with
her ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         It's just another laminectomy.
             (hangs up the phone)
         You're still perky.

She smiles as he passes ... then quickly GETS UP and follows
him.

                   THE ASSISTANT
         Ah. Dr. Kovak. One more thing. The
         woman with a child -
             (looking at her notepad)
         - Lorna. Is waiting for you.

Dr. Kovak STOPS in his tracks, and turns to face the
assistant. He did not expect it.

                   THE ASSISTANT (CONT'D)
         She said you arranged a personal
         appointment for her.

Dr. Kovak stares at the assistant ... His smile is gone.

                   THE ASSISTANT (CONT'D)
             (sensing trouble)
         You didn't?

                   DR. KOVAK
         By the way, I hope you had a good
         reason to give out my personal
         phone number to this woman?

                   THE ASSISTANT
             (confused)
         I haven't spoken with her before.
             (after a tense pause)
         Oh, I'm sorry. Shall I cancel it?

Dr. Kovak lingers ... then checks his watch ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         No. Where are they?



INT. WAITING AREA

Dr. Kovak approaches Lorna and Josh. Lorna JUMPS UP to her
feet while Josh continues slouching in the seat.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (smiling)
         So, you must be Josh and Lorna?
             (points to his office)
         Shall we go to my office?

Busy, Dr. Kovak turns to lead the way, when -

                   LORNA
         Josh wanted to see you alone.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (turns around, annoyed)
         OK. You want to do it here.
             (sighs)
         Ma'am. I'm not sure you understand.
         I am not a regular physician. I am -

                   LORNA
         His problem isn't quite physical.

PAUSE. Dr. Kovak doesn't know what to say ... 

Josh gets up, and walks toward the office door as Dr. Kovak
and Lorna watch ... then stops in front of it ...

                   JOSH
         Are you coming, Peter?
             (beat)



INT. DR. KOVAK'S OFFICE

Dr. Kovak sits on the edge of his desk. Josh is in a
patient's chair, looking down at the floor ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Well, Josh, something must be
         bothering you.

                   JOSH
             (after a pause)
         Peter, do you think it's gonna work
         this time?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I'll be honest with you, Josh. I'm
         very confused over all this. You
         seem to know my first name. Have we
         met before?
             (Josh looks up at him)
         Can you help me out?

Dr. Kovak stops. He deliberately waits for an answer ...

                   JOSH
             (lowering his eyes)
         Sometimes I'm dreaming about Mom.
         She cares about me, you know.

                   DR. KOVAK
         OK. Let's talk about it. She is a
         nice person, isn't she?

Josh nods.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         She told me that you wanted to see
         me because of some illness. What is
         it? What bothers you?

(Somehow questions like this really irritate Josh.)

                   JOSH
         Don't you know?

Dr. Kovak FREEZES and stares at Josh ... then SMILES.

                   DR. KOVAK
         I'm sorry. Listen -
             (rubbing his face)
         I am not a telepath. I can't read
         minds. I'm not a psychic, either.
         If you don't tell me, I'm afraid I
         won't be able to help you.

Josh looks up at Dr. Kovak. Their EYES MEET for a split
second ... Josh quickly looks away.

                   JOSH
         I have headaches. Very bad
         headaches. They usually come at
         night. I start seeing things.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (getting closer)
         OK. Tell me more. Does it happen
         every night?

Josh shakes his head.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Do you sleep well at night?

Josh shakes his head again.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         I see. Listen, I know it's
         difficult for you to answer. I wish
         your Mom was here.
             (Josh looks up at him)
         Are you getting tired during the
         day? Do you feel dizzy? Difficulty
         concentrating?

Josh nods.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         How well are you doing at school?
         Are you a good student?

                   JOSH
         My Dad wants me to excel.

TIGHT ON Josh as he SIGHS ...
             (beat)



INT. WAITING AREA

Lorna JUMPS OFF her seat as Dr. Kovak and Josh come out.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (to Josh)
         Josh, why don't you take a seat.

Josh grudgingly complies and walks away to a seating area.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         I think he is perfectly normal.

                   LORNA
         What?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Josh most certainly has a sleeping
         disorder. That is why he has
         headaches, tiredness, maybe even
         sleepwalking, irritability.

                   LORNA
             (scornfully)
         Do you really believe it?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes. And one can cure this with a
         simple visit to a hospital.
         Everything Josh may need is a
         Tylenol. He definitely doesn't need
         a brain surgeon for that.

Lorna makes couple steps back ... She is SO DISGUSTED! She
motions Josh, who runs up to her. She grabs his hand as they
both SPRINT AWAY ... Josh, in tow behind Lorna ...

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INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Dr. Kovak joins his wife at this swanky place. He is wearing
a tux and she sports a gorgeous night dress.

                   JESSICA
         How was your first day?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Don't even ask.

                   JESSICA
         By the way, I spoke with Richard at
         the clinic and he assured me that
         they did not give out your cell
         number to anyone.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Julie says the same. I don't know.
         The whole thing is crazy.

                   JESSICA
         What do you mean?

                   DR. KOVAK
         That lady that called me. Lorna.
         She brought in her son today.

                   JESSICA
         No way!

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes. I think she's not all there.
             (making a face)
         The boy has a simple insomnia but
         it sounds like she wants to treat
         it with the brain surgery.

                   JESSICA
         Oh boy! What did you tell her?

                   DR. KOVAK
         The truth. That he doesn't need me.
         I almost thought about calling
         social services. She may hurt him.
         She's very strange.

                   JESSICA
             (reaching out for him)
         Forget about her. She is just
         another wacky lady that saw your
         name in the news. I'm sure we'll
         never see her again.
             (beat)

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INT. OPERATING ROOM

Wearing high-tech gear, Dr. Kovak masters another surgery. A
patient's head area is covered by a mechanical spider web of
cables sticking out like some futuristic crab legs.

TIGHT ON observation room window as Dr. Kovak's assistant
KNOCKS on the glass ... catching Dr. Kovak's attention.

WE FOLLOW Dr. Kovak out of the operating room ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         What's going on, Julie?

                   THE ASSISTANT
             (little out of breath)
         I thought to give you a heads-up.
         That woman yesterday. Something
         happened to the boy. She left
         several angry messages for you
         within the last half hour.

                   DR. KOVAK
         She can't just leave me be, can
         she? I'll address it later.

Dr. Kovak turns to go back ...

                   THE ASSISTANT
             (stopping him)
         It looks like she also contacted
         Mr. Robertson. And he wants to see
         you at his office as soon as the
         surgery is over.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (ripping off his gloves)
         I can't believe it.
             (beat)



INT. HALLWAY DESK

Dr. Kovak still wearing scrubs RUSHES to a desk phone. He
takes off the receiver ... Can't use it - his head-gear is
still on. He SLAMS it down, then hits the loud speaker and
DIALS ...

                   ELECTRONIC VOICE
         You have reached the voice mail of
         Doctor Kovak -

He quickly dials the pass code ...

                   ELECTRONIC VOICE (CONT'D)
         You have three unplayed messages -

He doesn't want to wait, HITS the next button ...

                   LORNA (O.S.)
             (crying)
         Well, Peter one time was not enough
         for you. You needed more proof. So
         here you got it. You bastard! I had
         to call -

The message breaks up. Dr. Kovak HITS the button again ...

                   LORNA (O.S.) (CONT'D)
             (more composed)
         They took him to the ER. Are you
         happy now? Right like you wanted.
         They took him in an ambulance.
         Those guys must be real doctors.
             (starts to sob again)
         I can't believe this. He was so
         frail. He trusted you.

Dr. Kovak PUNCHES the phone to play the next message ...

                   LORNA (O.S.) (CONT'D)
             (now viciously)
         FUCK YOU, Peter.

Dr. Kovak RIPS OFF his head gear, deep in thought ...

                   DR. ROBERTSON (O.C.)
         She said pretty much the same thing
         on my machine.

Dr. Kovak turns to see the head of neurological division.

                   DR. ROBERTSON (CONT'D)
         Is there anything I need to know?

In spite of being a "Boss" and somewhat older, we can tell
that DR. CHRISTOPHER ROBERTSON is Dr. Kovak's friend.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Chris, I can assure you that this
         is not worth your attention. This
         woman is a psycho. She is
         overreacting. Her son was
         absolutely normal when I saw him.

                   DR. ROBERTSON
         Peter, you understand that we don't
         need any bad publicity for the
         clinic, let alone a law suit.

Dr. Kovak's assistant silently joins them.

                   DR. KOVAK
         I give you my word that I will
         follow up on this and will make
         sure that the boy is OK.
             (to the assistant)
         What Emergency Room was it?

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INT. E.R. / WAITING AREA - DAY

It is populated by "small" people with "small" problems.
There's no glamor of the clinic we were in before. Dr. Kovak
RUSHES IN and proceeds straight to the receptionist.

                   DR. KOVAK
         You must have a boy admitted
         recently. His name is Josh -
             (stumbles)
         I can't think of his last name.

                   THE E.R. RECEPTIONIST
             (disbelievingly)
         And who are you to that boy?

It throws Dr. Kovak off guard, pretty much as his lack of
knowledge of Josh's full name ... PAUSE ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         I am his doctor.

TIGHT ON the receptionist as she EYES HIM as if he just told
her that he is the President of the United States ...



INT. E.R. / HALLWAY

The receptionist leads Dr. Kovak. They approach the woman
INTERN in early 20's. She can easily intern for Dr. Kovak.

                   THE E.R. RECEPTIONIST 
         Apparently this is your patient's
         doctor. I'll let YOU handle this.

WE FOLLOW the intern and Dr. Kovak down the hallway ...

                   THE INTERN
         The boy collapsed in school.
         Possible cause - malnutrition.
             (looks at the chart)
         He has high blood pressure.
         Electrolytes level is quite high. Mild
         form of ataxia. Skin flushing.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (relieved)
         Do you suspect any form of sleep
         deprivation?

                   THE INTERN
         Possibly. But that is the result,
         not the cause.

They approach a curtained-off bed ...

                   THE INTERN (CONT'D)
         The patient also suffers from an
         acute eczema.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (stopping in his tracks)
         It's not possible! I saw him just
         recently.

The intern SLIDES the dividing curtain with a don't-bullshit
me look revealing Josh, frail and hurt on the bed. The
reddish ECZEMA SPOTS are clearly visible on his face.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (running up to Josh)
         Oh my God. What happened to you?

                   LORNA (O.C.)
         That's what happens when you take
         medicine into your own hands.

Dr. Kovak pivots to face Lorna.

                   DR. KOVAK
         This is impossible. Eczema does not
         develop overnight.

                   LORNA
         Shouldn't you know it better?
         DOCTOR!

                   DR. KOVAK
             (he's had enough)
         Listen, lady. I am the medical
         doctor. I spent 8 years studying
         and 11 practicing. Do you seriously
         think you know better?

                   THE INTERN
             (sensing trouble)
         The cause of eczema may be
         psychological.

Lorna looks at her and backs off.

                   THE INTERN (CONT'D)
         Josh needs to rest now.

They all begin walking away ...  when -

TIGHT ON Josh -

                   JOSH
             (very weak)
         Peter, will you help me?

This makes Dr. Kovak SPIN ON his heels and RUN up to Josh.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (next to Josh)
         Yes, Josh. I will help you. I
         promise. But I want you to help me
         too.
         I want to know what do you feel?
         What bothers you?
             (pause)
         I want to know what's going on?

                   JOSH
         Do you really want to know?

Dr. Kovak nods friendly.

                   JOSH (CONT'D)
         This is simple.

TIGHT ON Josh as he looks straight into Dr. Kovak's eyes.

                   JOSH (CONT'D)
         Just follow the light.
             (beat)



INT. E.R. / HALLWAY

Dr. Kovak and Lorna seem to have cooled off.

                   DR. KOVAK
         No. This place is not good for him.
         I will arrange with them to release
         Josh as soon as possible. After
         that I would strongly suggest that
         you bring him to our clinic. I will
         personally supervise his recovery.
         I promise.

He slightly touches Lorna's shoulder and smiles at her.

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INT. DR. KOVAK'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Dr. Kovak dictates into a hand-held recorder at his desk. 

                   DR. KOVAK
         Patient's name Joshua. Last name -
             (checks the chart)
         Lipski.

Something momentarily catches his attention ... STRANGE!

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Patient has severe case of sleep
         deprivation. As a result the
         patient experiences hallucinations
         and exhibits signs of paranoia.

Dr. Kovak rubs his eyes ... It is late and he is tired.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         The patient collapsed in school and
         was admitted to the Emergency Room.
         Possible cause? Malnutrition and
         lack of sleep. Recent observations
         showed signs of eczema. The cause
         unknown.
             (beat)
         Strong indication of parental
         abuse. Will have to look into it.

Dr. Kovak stops the recorder and sits silently ...

                                                CUT TO:



EXT. DARK GREEN SCENE (MOS)

Ripples make us realize that we're UNDERWATER. Dark figure of
unconscious, fully clothed PERSON looms in a distance ... He
comes to senses and spastically looks around ...

PERSON'S POV - All we can see is a greenish tinge of the
water void. We begin to desperately FLAIL our hands ... We
look up. A BRIGHT LIGHT moves above water's edge. Its rays,
penetrating murky depth, resemble an intense light source
flying low above the surface as could be seen by a diver ...



INT. DR. KOVAK'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Dr. Kovak JUMPS UP with a gasp. He fell asleep at his desk.

                                                CUT TO:



INT. CLINIC / WAITING AREA - DAY

Dr. Kovak walks up to Josh and Lorna waiting for him ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Good Morning. How are you, Josh?

                   JOSH
         OK.

Dr. Kovak's assistant joins them with a clipboard.

                   DR. KOVAK
         This is Julie, my assistant. She
         will take some information from you
         to get you started.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (to Josh)
         Until then, why don't you let me
         look at you?



INT. EXAMINATION ROOM

Josh sits on exam table in the hospital patient gown. Dr.
Kovak has just finished examining him with a stethoscope.

                   DR. KOVAK
         You don't feel any pain in your
         chest or stomach area, do you?

Josh shakes his head.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Do you feel dizzy or see any
         strange things?

Josh shakes his head again. Dr. Kovak pauses to prep for a
difficult question ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Did you take any unusual drink or
         food lately? Something that didn't
         taste right, or maybe made you
         sick?

                   JOSH
         No.

                   DR. KOVAK
         OK. This question may sound a bit
         odd to you but I still have to ask
         it. Has your Mom ever given you, or
         maybe done something that made you
         feel sick?

                   JOSH
             (very suspiciously)
         No. Why would she hurt me?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Well, I don't know. This is what I
         am trying to establish here, that
         no one hurts you.

Dr. Kovak takes out a small flashlight, turns it on and
POINTS it into Josh's face.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         OK, Josh. Follow the light.

TIGHT ON Josh as he moves his eyes from left to right ...
then from right to left ... and STOPS, staring straight ...

                   JOSH
         Peter, have you seen the light?

Dr. Kovak FREEZES ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         What?

                   JOSH
         The light. You said you wanted to
         know what's going on. Remember? You
         have to follow the light. This is
         the only way out.

PAUSE as Josh stares straight into Dr. Kovak's face ...

                   JOSH (CONT'D)
         Peter, you're hurting me.

The CELLPHONE RING makes Dr. Kovak come to senses ... and
move away the flashlight. He pulls out the cellphone ...

TIGHT ON the cellphone ... It reads "BTY".

                   DR. KOVAK
             (straightens out)
         I'm sorry. I gotta take this.

Dr. Kovak walks to a big floor-to-ceiling window and puts the
cellphone to his ear facing away from Josh ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (in low voice)
         Why are you calling me here?
             (pause, listening)
         No, it's not that.
             (pause, then smiling)
         Yeah, sounds great.
             (pause, listening)
         Well, maybe. I think I can.
             (pause, listening)
         Yeah. Listen, I can't really talk
         right now. I'll call you later.



INSERT - INT. BETSY'S APARTMENT - DAY

BETSY is in her late 20's, wearing only a bath towel wrapped
around her body ... She throws her cellphone on the bed and
walks away, looking happy ...



BACK TO SCENE

Dr. Kovak turns around remembering Josh ... He's not there!



INT. WAITING AREA

Dr. Kovak RUSHES to Lorna and Josh at the desk counter.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Here you are, sneaky fella.

                   LORNA
             (sternly, reading through
              his bullshit)
         What else do you need from us?

Dr. Kovak grabs a medical chart and quickly scans it ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         I think we have everything. Julie
         has made an appointment for you to
         see dermatologist and dietitian.
         Make sure you follow all
         recommendations. And, we'll keep
         checking on your progress.

TIGHT ON Lorna as she hugs Josh and smiles at him.

                                                CUT TO:



INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE / BEDROOM - NIGHT

Dr. Kovak comes out of a bathroom buttoning up his shirt ...



INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE / LIVING ROOM

Jessica turns around to catch Dr. Kovak sneaking by ...

                   JESSICA
         Wow. What's going on?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (improvising on the go)
         Oh, nothing. Got a new patient.
         Have to work overtime.

                   JESSICA
         What about our dinner at Pito's?
         Hun, it's Friday.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Oh, I'm so sorry. This is very
         important. Can you call your
         sister? Maybe she'll go with you?

He plants a light kiss on her cheek ... then smiles.

                                                CUT TO:



INT. NIGHT CLUB

Disco lights and electronic music are GOING AT FULL BLAST.
The dance floor is packed with stylish yuppie crowd having a
Friday night out ...

TIGHT ON Betsy DANCING in provocative short dress and a tight
blouse ... She is all into her man, GRINDING her hips against
him ... Soon we recognize Dr. Kovak with her ...



INT. JOSH'S ROOM - NIGHT

Josh lies in bed ... WE GET CLOSER. He is SHIVERING ...

TIGHTER ON Josh's face to reveal sweat beads ...



EXT. NIGHT CLUB / ENTRANCE - LONG SHOT - NIGHT

Dr. Kovak STAGGERS OUT with Betsy in tow. They are drunk.
Betsy trips but he catches her. They begin LAUGHING ...



INT. JOSH'S ROOM - NIGHT

JOSH'S POV - The room starts to RIPPLE ... everything SLOWLY
MORPHS into a dark green underwater image we saw before ...



EXT. BACK ALLEY - NIGHT

Dr. Kovak passionately MAKES OUT with Betsy, her back against
the wall, his hand FEELING UP her breasts ...

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak's HAND as it slides down her rib cage ...
then down under her dress ... revealing her RED PANTIES ...

Dr. Kovak and Betsy HAVE SEX fully clothed. She is perched up
on a garbage bin, her legs around his waist ... HE THRUSTS
IN, almost toppling over their makeshift seat ... THEN AGAIN
... AND AGAIN ...



INT. JOSH'S ROOM / BED - NIGHT (O.V.)

Josh OPENS his eyes, breathing heavily ...

                   JOSH
         Peter, where are you?

                                                CUT TO:



EXT. DARK GREEN SCENE / UNDERWATER (MOS)

Dark silhouette of an unconscious person FLOATS into view ...
He comes to senses and begins hectically TREADING WATER ...

The BRIGHT LIGHT appears flying above the surface ... The
person FREEZES ... and THRUSTS himself up toward the light.

PERSON'S POV - We are barely catching up with the light, at
the same time nearing the water surface ... the light is
getting BRIGHTER ... until ...  the WHITEOUT, and -

                                          MATCH CUT TO:



INT. DARK GREEN ROOM - DAY

PERSON'S POV - Colors dim down from a bright whiteout to a
greenish tinge ... Our vision FLOATS, heart beats fast ...
THUMP ... THUMP ... THUMP ... We seem to be lying in bed and
can make out a window draped with a cloth that gives this
room the eerie green color ...

                                                CUT TO:



INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE / BEDROOM - NIGHT

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak on the bed. He JUMPS UP, his face wet with
sweat ... This wakes up Jessica as well.

                   JESSICA
         Honey, are you OK?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (looking around, dazed)
         Yeah.

                                                CUT TO:



EXT. GOLF COURSE - LONG SHOT - DAY (MOS)

Dr. Kovak is among a group of golfers, all wearing white
pants, polos, and matching Tour Caps. Their air-swings make
us believe that they certainly talk about the game ...

Dr. Kovak reaches into his pocket ... it's the CELLPHONE. He
walks to the side to talk ... We can tell that something bad
happened by the look on his face ...

                                                CUT TO:



INT. CLINIC / HALLWAY - DAY - CONTINUOUS

Dr. Kovak wearing scrubs walks fast along with two doctors.

                   DOCTOR #1
         Got him couple hours ago. He was
         really bad. Epileptic convulsions,
         incontinence, heart beat at 120
         BPM.

                   DR. KOVAK
         I don't understand. How could this
         happen again?

                   DOCTOR #2
         I checked. No visible signs of
         deliberate intoxication.

The nurse joins them.

                   NURSE #1
         Administered 2 CC's of Diazepam
         intravenously. Repeated after 5
         minutes. Patient stabilized. Blood
         pressure is still high. He is
         conscious.

They all approach the bed with Josh looking sick and very
pale in it. EKG Leads attach him to machines. Nurse #2 is
busy attending the EKG machine ...

                   DR. KOVAK
             (to Nurse #2)
         Make sure to have his blood and
         urine tests done. How's his heart?

                   NURSE #2
         Slowing down.

Josh lies there SCARED AS A MOUSE. We meet his eyes.

                   DR. KOVAK
         How are you kido?

Josh looks away ...

Dr. Kovak sees his assistant rushing in ... He touches Josh's
forehead as to console him, and walks out to meet her ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (to his assistant)
         I want you to run the background
         check on the mother. You have her
         info, don't you?

                   THE ASSISTANT
         Yes.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Make sure to notify security not to
         allow her in the building.

Other doctors and nurses join Dr. Kovak and his assistant.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (to the group)
         Anyone seen her?

They look around and shake heads ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         I'm sure she is doing this with
         some sort of a house cleaner. We'll
         notify authorities as soon as the
         background check comes back. In the
         mean time check his clothes for any
         signs of bleach or ammonia.

Nurse #2 nods and walks away.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Now, everyone let's not scare him
         even more than he already is.
         Please go and do your business.

Dr. Kovak goes back inside and approaches Josh in bed ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (close to Josh)
         What is she doing to you, Josh?

Josh looks back with a puzzled stare.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         There must be something?

Josh remains silent ... Dr. Kovak waits.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Come on, talk to me. There should
         be something? Help me out. Bad
         tasting drinks, pills, shots?

This time Dr. Kovak doesn't give in and waits ...

                   JOSH
         You're the only one who gives me
         pills.

PAUSE ... Dr. Kovak mellows out and grabs Josh's hand.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Do you still see things?

Josh nods. He is SCARED ... ready to cry ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Don't worry, pal. We'll get you
         fixed up.

                                                CUT TO:



INT. DR. KOVAK'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Dr. Kovak dictates into recorder going through a medical
chart on his desk.

                   DR. KOVAK
         The boy has very vivid -
             (corrects himself)
         abnormal hallucinatory reaction to
         unknown substance. Toxicology
         results should come in tomorrow.
         Confirmed that the patient is
         suffering from the loss of sleep.
         Possible Narcolepsy. The cause of
         seizures is still unknown.

Dr. Kovak stops the recorder and keeps starting at it ...

                                                CUT TO:



INT. MEDICAL WARD - NIGHT

Josh lies motionless in bed ... We move on to EKG machine.
His pulse spikes begin increasing ... BACK TO Josh while
hearing his HEART BEAT ... His eyeballs dash from side to
side underneath his eyelids ... He suddenly OPENS his eyes.

JOSH'S POV - The colors in the room SHIFT toward dark green.
The walls appear to have RIPPLES as if they were liquid ...

                   JOSH
             (barely audible)
         Daddy, why are you doing this to
         me?



EXT. DARK GREEN SCENE / UNDERWATER (MOS)

Dark silhouette of a person appears to be PUSHING himself up
through murky water ... He is after a BRIGHT LIGHT flying
above the surface, moving away fast ... 

A person gets closer to the light with each stroke ... The
scene gets BRIGHTER ... When he is almost at the surface -

                                          MATCH CUT TO:



PERSON'S POV - INT. DARK GREEN ROOM - DAY

With a JOLT we find ourselves in a bed. Our vision is SMUDGED
and BLURRED ... It is the same room we saw before - the
draped window looks familiar ...

We look to the right. Our hand is strapped in ... We quickly
TURN to the left. The other hand is also tied in ... The IV
TUBE catches our attention ...

Hearing our IRREGULAR BREATH and a THUMPING HEART we follow
the IV tube from our wrist up to a solution bag on the stand
near the bed ... Then suddenly -

                   JOSH (V.O.)
             (in a distance)
         Daddy, why are you doing this to
         me?

                                                CUT TO:



INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE / BEDROOM - DAY

Dr. Kovak wakes up in cold sweat. He looks straight up for a
few seconds ... He is alone in bed ... Then -

TIGHT ON alarm clock, "8:20 A.M."

                   DR. KOVAK
             (jumping off the bed)
         Shit!



INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Dr. Kovak HASTILY WALKS through a hallway, putting on a
necktie ... then checks a room as if searching for someone.

He looks into another room ... then glances upstairs ...

Approaching the main living room -

                   DR. KOVAK
         Honey, did you touch the alarm
         clock? The darn thing didn't -



INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE / LIVING ROOM

Jessica is standing by the window, her back to us ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Honey, what's wrong?

Dr. Kovak starts walking toward her ... Jessica turns around.
Her face is covered WITH TEARS. She holds the RED PANTIES ...

                   JESSICA
             (hysterically, showing red
              panties)
         That's what's wrong!

Dr. Kovak freezes up on the spot ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Honey, I don't understand -

                   JESSICA
         Oh, yes! It's hard to understand
         what heavily perfumed female
         underwear does in your pocket,
         isn't it, darling?

Dr. Kovak starts approaching her ...

                   DR. KOVAK
             (trying to save the
              situation)
         Listen, I can explain.

                   JESSICA
         Ha-ha. Explain? Yes, this explains
         a lot, doesn't it?

A moment of awkward silence ...

                   JESSICA (CONT'D)
         I told you I loved you, Peter.
             (begins weeping)
         And you decided to ruin it.
             (bitter)
         Now you'll get what you wanted.

She TOSSES the red panties at Dr. Kovak and WALKS AWAY ...

Dr. Kovak lingers in the room, holding red panties,
speechless ...

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I/E. DR. KOVAK'S CAR / HIGHWAY - DAY - CONTINUOUS

It is RAINING HARD ... Dr. Kovak's car DODGES another vehicle
to pass it ... then SPEEDS ahead of it ...

Dr. Kovak is driving, holding a cellphone to his ear.

                   DR. KOVAK
         How else would she find out?



INT. BETSY'S APARTMENT - DAY

Betsy PACES AROUND the apartment, on a phone as well ...

                   BETSY
         I don't know. I swear to God. I
         have nothing to do with it.



INTERCUT BETWEEN DR. KOVAK AND BETSY

                   DR. KOVAK
         And you didn't tell it to your
         friends? Neighbors? Anyone?

                   BETSY
         No. I told you, I don't know anyone
         in this town. I just moved in.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Shit! How else can she find out?

Dr. Kovak SLAMS THE BRAKES just feet away from a vehicle in
front of him ... 

Dr. Kovak's car slightly FISHTAILS and SWERVES abruptly to
the right ... then ACCELERATES and catches up with a slow
driver ...

Dr. Kovak looks at the other driver and HONKS ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (to the other driver)
         Son on a bitch!

                   BETSY
             (almost crying)
         I'm scared. What would she do?

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak being caught in a thought ... An
expression of ANGER is obvious on his face. PAUSE ...

The BEEPING SIGNAL of another coming call wakes him up.

                   DR. KOVAK
         She will try to get back at me. She
         always used to say -

Again BEEPING SOUND of another call breaks in.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (irritated)
         Hang on a second!

He glances at the cellphone ... and CHANGES lines.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Kovak.



INT. CLINIC / LAB - DAY

While checking the Excel chart on the screen -

                   LAB ASSISTANT
         Dr. Kovak. This is Sherrie from the
         lab. The test results that you
         requested are in. There was a note
         to call you ASAP.



INTERCUT BETWEEN DR. KOVAK AND THE LAB ASSISTANT

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes. What did you find?

                   LAB ASSISTANT
         Something doesn't add up.
             (checks again)
         The samples might have been
         contaminated. It says here that the
         patient is 9 years old. Is that
         right?

Dr. Kovak is now off the highway, driving through busy city
streets ... The RAIN is still pouring down hard ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes. I believe so.

                   LAB ASSISTANT
         Well then, the amount of illegal
         drugs it shows is incredible. It
         clearly indicates traces of
         Amphetamine and Phencyclidine. This
         kind of a cocktail would be lethal
         for an adult. I can't imagine a boy
         was able to function like that. You
         have to take a look at this.

Dr. Kovak makes a SWIFT RIGHT TURN to the side street, not
noticing the HOMELESS GUY crossing it ... 

TIGHT ON SCREECHING TIRES ...

IN SLOW MOTION. Dr. Kovak's body flies forward with inertia.
The cell phone SLIPS OUT of his hand ... HITS the dashboard
and DISAPPEARS under his feet ...

DR. KOVAK'S POV - We stopped inches away from the homeless
guy. He STARES at us unperturbed ... We concentrate on his
crude SIGN made out of cardboard, "SAVE YOURSELF. TOMORROW
WILL BE TO LATE!" ...

DR. KOVAK'S POV - The homeless guy doesn't move. We keep
STARING at his sign ... The colors SHIFT toward dark green.
Objects in the background begin to DISTORT ... Suddenly -

LOUD HONKING brings Dr. Kovak back to senses. The homeless
guy is gone ... an angry motorist behind isn't.

                   DR. KOVAK
         OK! OK!

Dr. Kovak lunges down and picks up his cell phone ... 

TIGHT ON the cell phone. It reads, "CALL LOST".

                                                CUT TO:



INT. CLINIC / HALLWAY - DAY

Dr. Kovak rushes out of the elevator ...

                   DR. ROBERTSON (O.C.)
         We need to talk, Peter.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (turns, still walking)
         Chris, I'll swing by later.

                   DR. ROBERTSON
             (getting closer)
         Is there something important going
         on for you?

Dr. Kovak feels the tone and slows down ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Well, I'm kinda busy right now.

                   DR. ROBERTSON
         Busy enough to miss your appointed
         surgery?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (rolls his eyes)
         Oh shit! Is it -
             (throws his hands up)
         It's not my day today. The way it
         started. I knew it. Come on, Chris,
         shoot me.

                   DR. ROBERTSON
         Brownstrom covered for you this
         morning. Luckily he was on call. We
         still need to talk though.

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak's face admitting defeat ...



INT. DR. ROBERTSON'S OFFICE - DAY

Dr. Robertson gestures to a chair. Dr. Kovak takes a seat.

                   DR. ROBERTSON
         Peter, what's going on with you?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I promise it'll never happen again.
         I don't know what's going on today.
         It's like things have suddenly
         spiraled out of control.

                   DR. ROBERTSON
         Forget about the appointment. What
         worries me more is your loss of
         concentration. You aren't yourself
         lately. And now this boy. Are you
         capable of handling this?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I'm totally in control.

                   DR. ROBERTSON
         You've been working long hours
         lately. I'm concerned about you -

Dr. Robertson reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a
BUSINESS CARD. He offers it to Dr. Kovak ...

                   DR. ROBERTSON (CONT'D)
         I want you to take a day off. Go
         check this guy.

                   DR. KOVAK
         What is it?

                   DR. ROBERTSON
             (offering the card)
         This is your relief.

Grudgingly Dr. Kovak takes the card ...

TIGHT ON the card in Dr. Kovak's hand ... It is an unusual
plain card with only four centered words -

  D r .  X o r a n
Unconventional Psychology

                   DR. KOVAK
             (smiling)
         You must be kidding me.

Dr. Robertson doesn't smile back ... PAUSE.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Chris, you know I don't need this.
         Yes, I'm going through a rough time
         now but why would I need a
         psychologist?

                   DR. ROBERTSON
         Don't look at the façade. This is
         not just "a psychologist". This guy
         is a pro. All big names used him at
         some point. He can relieve your
         stress and put you back on track in
         no time.

Dr. Kovak puts the card on the desk and stands up ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Listen, I understand your concern.
         But I'm fine.
         Besides that I am psychologist
         myself. I can probably teach your
         guy.
             (turns to leave)
         I should really go now.

Dr. Robertson stands up too and picks up the card ...

                   DR. ROBERTSON
         Sometimes traditional medicine is
         not the best answer.

Dr. Robertson stretches out his hand holding the card ...

                   DR. ROBERTSON (CONT'D)
         Peter, I'll be honest with you. You
         are a good surgeon. I really
         wouldn't want to lose you.

PAUSE ... Dr. Kovak hesitates, looking at the card ...
             (beat)

Dr. Kovak TAKES THE CARD and walks to the door ...

                   DR. ROBERTSON (CONT'D)
         Ah. There's one more thing.

Dr. Kovak stops at the door ...

                   DR. ROBERTSON (CONT'D)
         We seem to be missing some pills
         and anesthetics in the storage
         room. Do you have any idea who
         could have taken those?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (not turning around)
         No, I don't.

Dr. Kovak opens the door and leaves.

TIGHT ON Dr. Robertson as he ponders it over ... then lowers
his eyes and SIGHS out loud ...



INT. CLINIC / HALLWAY - DAY

Dr. Kovak's assistant approaches him.

                   THE ASSISTANT
         Dr. Kovak, toxicology report on
         Josh is in. Lab tech said she
         called you?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Quite an interesting find, isn't
         it?

                   THE ASSISTANT
         Yes. And there's something else you
         need to know.
             (beat)

She clearly got Dr. Kovak's attention ...

                   THE ASSISTANT (CONT'D)
         The background check on boy's
         mother came back. You wouldn't
         believe it.

The assistant hands Dr. Kovak a clipboard with papers.

TIGHT ON THE PAPERWORK. We see a fuzzy picture of a woman,
resembling nothing of Lorna ...

                   THE ASSISTANT (O.C.) (CONT'D)
         Look at the name.

EXTREME CLOSE-UP ON THE PAPERWORK. We follow the line, "NAME:
Lipski, Mary Joe" ... Then slide down to, "AGE: 29".

                   THE ASSISTANT (O.C.) (CONT'D)
         And there's one more thing -

EXTREME CLOSE-UP ON THE PAPERWORK. We scroll to the bottom of
the form ... The bold line, "DECEASED" comes to view ...



INSERT - SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

NOTE: THE FOLLOWING SCENES ARE SHOWN WITH A GREENISH TINGE.

A) PERSON'S POV - MARY JOE LIPSKI gets closer to us. She is
  young and beautiful. We're in bed, cuddling ...

B) PERSON'S POV - This is church. We quickly look around ... 
  Mary Joe stands in front of us in a wedding gown ...

C) PERSON'S POV - A hospital hallway ... We peek through the
  door crack and see Mary Joe in agony in bed surrounded by
  nurses while giving birth ...

D) PERSON'S POV - Mary Joe guides a toddler by his hands,
  teaching him to walk ...



INT. CLINIC / JOSH'S WARD - DAY

Dr. Kovak SHOVES the dividing curtain to the side. He had
enough! Josh looks up, SICK, still hooked to machines.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Josh, we need to talk. Man to man.

Josh scoots up on the bed.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         I just saw your blood test report.
         Do you know what it says?

Josh shakes his head.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         It says that your body is full of
         drugs. Illegal drugs. Do you know
         anything about it?

Josh shakes his head again.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (irritated)
         Come on. You should know at least
         something? They cannot get into you
         by themselves.

Josh stares back and says nothing ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         OK. You don't want to talk about
         it. That's fine with me. But who
         are you covering? Who is giving you
         those drugs?
             (beat)

                   JOSH
             (very low)
         I'm not supposed to tell.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (sternly)
         You have to tell me.

Josh looks down ... PAUSE ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Come on. I'm waiting! Who is it?

                   JOSH
             (scared)
         You are.

PAUSE ... Dr. Kovak lets out a nervous giggle ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         What?

Josh lowers his eyes as a kid knowing he is in trouble ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (after a pause)
         OK. I get it. You and that woman -
             (nervously pointing out)
         That's what you tell everyone here,
         don't you?

Dr. Kovak wipes the SWEAT off his forehead ... and gets
closer to Josh.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         OK. Do you want to tell me where is
         your mother?

Josh's posture droops down.

                   JOSH
         She passed away.
             (beat)

                   DR. KOVAK
         Oh, now you decided to start
         telling the truth. You didn't want
         to mention this when that nutcase
         woman was accusing me, did you?

                   JOSH
         You didn't ask me.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (slowly raising his voice)
         Well, isn't it normal for a little
         boy to come see a doctor with his
         Mommy, and not some psychopathic
         friend, relative, accomplice, or
         whoever she is?

                   JOSH
         She cares about me.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Oh. And I don't?

                   JOSH
             (low)
         You would.
         If you didn't have that woman with
         you.
             (beat)

Dr. Kovak leans slightly toward Josh ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         WHAT!?

                   JOSH
         The woman that calls you all the
         time -

Dr. Kovak LOSES IT! He GRABS Josh by his shoulders ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         What are you saying?
             (shaking Josh)
         Who told you that?



DR. KOVAK'S POV - JOSH IN BED

Josh coils up in fear ... His face DISTORTS ... Colors START
SHIFTING toward green ... We keep SHAKING him, holding him by
the shoulders ... Then suddenly -

                   DR. ROBERTSON (O.C.)
             (in a distance)
         Peter.
             (then louder)
         PETER!



BACK TO SCENE

Dr. Kovak FREEZES ... His both hands clutch Josh's shoulders
in a tight grip ... PAUSE ...

Dr. Kovak RELEASES Josh ... and turns around to see Dr.
Robertson surrounded by disturbed nurses ...

                   DR. KOVAK
             (in low voice, mostly to
              Josh)
         I'm sorry!



INT. CLINIC / HALLWAY - DAY

Dr. Kovak PACES AROUND, rubbing his eyes ... Dr. Robertson
joins him.

                   DR. ROBERTSON
             (sternly, as a boss)
         Let's pretend that what just
         happened was simply a sign of your
         exhaustion.

                   DR. KOVAK
         He was accusing me. He and that
         woman are playing the same game.

                   DR. ROBERTSON
         He is nine years old.

                   DR. KOVAK
         He sure knows much more than a nine
         year-old.

                   DR. ROBERTSON
         Listen. I really don't want to hear
         this anymore. Take the rest of the
         day off. You need to get back in
         shape. 
             (rolls his eyes)
         I called Dr. Xoran. He is expecting
         you.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Thanks. I'm good. I have other -

                   DR. ROBERTSON
         Did I say that you have a choice?

PAUSE as we focus on Peter mulling it over ...

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EXT. CLINIC - LONG SHOT - DAY

It is POURING RAIN ... Dr. Kovak's car pulls out of a parking
garage ... and drives away ...

Her back to us, Lorna stands under the pelting rain ... She
is totally soaked ... She was watching Dr. Kovak leave.

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I/E. HIGHWAY / DR. KOVAK'S CAR - DAY

TIGHT ON the dashboard screen. Highlighted line scrolls down
through names in address book ... and stops on "BTY".

The loud speaker comes on ... BLEEP ... BLEEP ... BLEEP ...

                   BETSY (O.S.)
         Hello.

                   DR. KOVAK
         It's me.

                   BETSY (O.S.)
         I'm so glad you called. I wanted to
         hear your voice so much.

Dr. Kovak has no reaction to it and simply drives ...

                   BETSY (O.S.) (CONT'D)
             (on the verge on tears)
         Peter, I'm scared. I'm afraid to
         pick up the phone. What's going on?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (emotionless)
         I don't know. You tell me?

                   BETSY (O.S.)
         I truly don't know. Why are you
         accusing me?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Why? Because there's no one else
         who knew about us.

                   BETSY (O.S.)
         What shall I do to make you believe
         me?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Listen. Are you absolutely sure you
         didn't tell anyone about us?

                   BETSY (O.S.)
         I DIDN'T!

                   DR. KOVAK
             (yelling)
         How THE FUCK would they find out
         then?

                   BETSY (O.S.)
             (sobbing)
         I'm really scared. I want to see
         you. When are you -

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yeah, I'm gonna come by tonight. We
         need to discuss it in private.

TIGHT ON the GPS screen on the dashboard ...

                   GPS COMPUTER VOICE
         Arriving at the destination.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Stay at home. Don't pick up the
         phone unless it's me.

                   BETSY (O.S.)
         OK.
             (sobs)
         I want you.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (after a pause)
         Yeah. Talk to you later.

IRRITATED he punches the dashboard button to disconnect.

The car approaches a TALL GLASS BUILDING ... Dr. Kovak looks
up at it, while driving into a parking garage ...

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INT. GROUND FLOOR / LOBBY - DAY

We watch Dr. Kovak walking up to the front receptionist,
looking around ... He gives her his business card.

                   THE FRONT RECEPTIONIST
             (smiling)
         Twenty third floor, sir.



INT. 23RD FLOOR / RECEPTION AREA - CONTINUOUS

The décor of the 23rd floor is that of a minimalist style
coupled with the BIG MONEY.

Elevator doors open up and Dr. Kovak walks out ...

Dr. Kovak approaches the RECEPTIONIST. She is a very pretty
young woman in revealing dress. She sits behind the counter
under the big fancy sign on the wall, that reads, 

"DR. XORAN - UNCONVENTIONAL PSYCHOLOGY".

                   DR. KOVAK
             (skeptical from get-go)
         Dr. Kovak to see Dr. Zoran. That's
         how you say it, isn't it?

                   DR. XORAN'S RECEPTIONIST
             (with a fake smile)
         Yes, Dr. Kovak, Dr. Xoran is
         expecting you.

She tries to get up to show him the way, but -

                   DR. KOVAK
             (motions her to sit down)
         I'll find it myself.

He proceeds down to the corridor ...

Dr. Kovak walks through a long hallway leading to the actual
office ...  He stops at the big TRANSLUCENT DOOR ...
             (beat)

A SHAPE of a person appears on the other side ... The door
slides open to reveal DR. XORAN. He is wearing an expensive
suit, which would have given him off as a very successful
Wall Street broker if not the rest of his wardrobe. His LONG
JET-BLACK HAIR is pulled back in a tight bun. His wrists are
adorned with multiple ECLECTIC BRACELETS. The eye and lip
liner makeup make him look almost like an Egyptian Pharaoh.

                   DR. XORAN
             (with an accent)
         Dr. Kovak. Please come in.

Oh, great! The accent doesn't help Dr. Kovak's skepticism.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (walking in)
         I should give it to you. You have
         quite a nice joint here.

                   DR. XORAN
         Oh, thank you. We have a little bit
         of everything from every corner of
         the world.
             (points to a chair)
         Please take a seat.



INT. DR. XORAN'S OFFICE - DAY

It is decorated in the same MINIMALIST STYLE as the 23rd
floor. The furniture and every accessory in this room has
very unusual "square" forms.

Dr. Kovak rests in the patient's chair across from Dr. Xoran
behind the glass desk ...

                   DR. XORAN
         My good friend Chris told me that
         you are stressed out by work?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Well, who isn't?
             (chuckles)
         Although he's somewhat
         exaggerating. Ever heard of a
         figure of speech?

                   DR. XORAN
         Interesting. Well then, do you want
         to share what's bothering you?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Who said I'm bothered by something?

                   DR. XORAN
             (smiling)
         Sometimes actions speak louder than
         words. Ever heard of it?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (cynical)
         Hah. That's funny.

                   DR. XORAN
         What exactly?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I'm usually the one on the other
         side of the desk. Now it's as if
         I'm talking to myself.

                   DR. XORAN
         It's nice to face yourself once in
         awhile, isn't it?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I guess.

                   DR. XORAN
         So, can you answer to yourself?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes, I can. And I am fine.

                   DR. XORAN
         Are you sure about that?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes! I am sure.

                   DR. XORAN
         Isn't it amazing that this is the
         first answer we give when we indeed
         have a problem?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (with a sneer)
         You know what, I majored in
         psychology. I don't know if you -

With his hand Dr. Kovak motions a circle in the air, implying
an open-ended question ... Dr. Xoran simply stares back ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (giving up his previous
              statement)
         I can pretty much diagnose myself.
         Yes, I had a couple of rough
         moments lately and I made some
         mistakes and I admit it. No
         offense, but I don't need anyone to
         tell me that I'm OK.

                   DR. XORAN
             (calmly, unperturbed)
         Really? Someone telling you that?

Dr. Kovak senses the tone. His tool of trade is being used
against him. It gets him WORKED UP even more than this would
be shaman-like medical doctor ...

NOTE: DR. KOVAK RAISES HIS VOICE WITH EACH LINE.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes. Really! Listen, no disrespect
         to you but how many years of
         practice do you have to think that
         you can help me?

                   DR. XORAN
         Did I get it right, Dr. Kovak, you
         claim that I am a phony?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Jesus! That's not what I meant.

                   DR. XORAN
         If not, what did you mean?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Listen, I don't know. OK? You are -
             (searching for the word)

                   DR. XORAN
         I am what? Not capable of being a
         medical doctor. That's what you
         meant?

                   DR. KOVAK
         What the hell is it? A setup? I
         don't care who you are, what you
         can and can't do.

                   DR. XORAN
         The guy that doesn't look like your
         every day MD cannot even touch the
         medical field. That's what you
         meant, isn't it?

                   DR. KOVAK
         GOD DAMMIT! All I said was that I
         am fine and I can deal with it!

                   DR. XORAN
         Oh. And you didn't say that you are
         not stressed out by work and that
         such a layman like me cannot even
         approach helping you?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (yelling)
         NO!

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak. HE IS MAD! PAUSE ...

Dr. Xoran waits ... With every passing moment Dr. Kovak
realizes that he had swallowed the bait with the Freudian
slip of his last answer ... He mellows out.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         OK. I guess, you're right.

                   DR. XORAN
         Well, admitting it is the first and
         the most important step. Is it what
         they taught us, Dr. Kovak?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (in his thoughts)
         I don't know what's going on with
         my life these days. It's almost
         like someone is contriving to
         destroy everything I have.

                   DR. XORAN
         Have you thought about it? Why is
         someone doing this to you?

                   DR. KOVAK
         The point is that I don't know why.
         It's this boy, Josh ... It is so
         weird ... Then there's that woman
         with him. She makes him believe
         that I am hurting him in some way.

                   DR. XORAN
         And, are you?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Excuse me?

                   DR. XORAN
         Are you hurting the boy?

                   DR. KOVAK
         No! Of course not. I'm not even
         sure that I saw him before.
             (pause)
         Although -
             (beat)

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Sometimes I think that I know who
         he is. It's really crazy -
             (not believing himself)
         You know, one might have a gut
         feeling, déjà vu or however it's
         called. I think I knew him from
         somewhere before ... I don't know
         how to explain it.

                   DR. XORAN
         Do you think that he could've been
         a part of your life that's missing
         now?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Might be.
             (pause)
         I started having those dreams after
         I began treating him. I'm sure it's
         just a coincidence and I wouldn't
         even care if not him being a part
         of it.

                   DR. XORAN
         Hmm. What's in those dreams?

                   DR. KOVAK
         It's more than just dreams. You
         know, dreams usually scare you and
         then go away, you'll hardly
         remember anything later. These
         dreams are different. I seem to
         remember everything like if I re
         live it again. That's what's so
         frightening about it.

                   DR. XORAN
         And you never had them before?

                   DR. KOVAK
         No. Matter-of-fact, I had a perfect
         life. Everything was so good until
         recently when things seemed to have
         started spiraling out of control.

                   DR. XORAN
         What about your work? I've been
         told that you are one of the best
         neurosurgeons in the state. Does
         Josh's case really overwhelm you?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Well, it's not that it overwhelms
         me. What happens is that I can't
         get a grip on it. It's almost like
         it is slipping away from me and I
         can do nothing about it.
             (pause)
         It's like that dream when you're
         sinking deeper and deeper. You
         don't know where is up and down,
         and you keep drowning, until -
             (beat)

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         - you see the light.

                   DR. XORAN
         And what happens next?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I don't know. Sometimes it really
         scares me. What happens next?
             (beat)

Dr. Xoran stands up and walks to the wet-bar ... He opens a
small fridge that gives out strange BLUISH GLOW from inside.

                   DR. XORAN
         Sometimes people live their lives
         not realizing what lies underneath.
         They never open up and never feel
         their true selves.

Dr. Xoran picks up something from the fridge and shuts it.

                   DR. XORAN (CONT'D)
         Have you ever heard about
         alternative medicine, Dr. Kovak?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Well, I used to do shrooms back in
         college.

                   DR. XORAN
             (smiling)
         No, that's not it.
             (pause)
         Sometimes healing of your body
         comes from healing of your mind.
         Have you heard about such concept?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (skeptical)
         Well, there's no clear evidence -

                   DR. XORAN
         Not in my field of study.

Dr. Xoran comes closer to Dr. Kovak ...

                   DR. XORAN (CONT'D)
         What I'm going to offer you is
         something that you won't find
         anywhere else, a potion that can
         cure your mind. It has a unique
         blend of natural properties -

                   DR. KOVAK
             (sarcastically)
         Wow. Hold on. What clinic is it?

                   DR. XORAN
         You seem to be questioning me
         again, Dr. Kovak.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (with a smirk)
         Well then, how does this -
             (showing quotation with
              his fingers in the air)
         - "potion" can help me -
             (showing quotation again)
         - "cure my mind"?

                   DR. XORAN
         Well, for that you have to try it.
         We're going back to the same issue
         of trust. I don't know if you saw
         my resume? I am referred by the
         best physicians in the industry.
         The waiting list for my appointment
         stretches out for weeks. I'm not
         just playing a Medicine Man here.

Dr. Xoran stretches out his open hand with a SMALL BLUE VIAL
in it ... Dr. Kovak hesitates ...
             (beat)

Dr. Kovak TAKES the vial, looks it over ... and prepares to
leave ...

                   DR. KOVAK
             (with a smirk)
         I'll send you my feedback.

                                                CUT TO:



EXT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE - EVENING

It's raining hard. Dr. Kovak's car approaches the driveway
... then slows down in front of it ...

DR. KOVAK'S POV - His wife's car is parked on the driveway
... We keep on driving slowly past the house ...



INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE

Jessica stands by the front window, her back to us. We can
see Dr. Kovak's car passing by on the background ... She
angrily walks away, picks up the phone and begins dialing off
a business card ...

                                                CUT TO:



EXT. CITY STREET - LONG SHOT - NIGHT

The RAIN doesn't cease. It's an old town neighborhood. Couple
of neon signs announce the presence of the late night bars.

Dr. Kovak's car pulls into view ... and parks on the street.



INT. BAR - NIGHT

The place is LOUD and filled with SMOKE. The night crowd is
enjoying it, someone plays pool in the background. This is
anything but the high-class establishment that we saw Dr.
Kovak in before.

Dr. Kovak sits alone by the bar. Couple of empty shot glasses
decorate the counter in front of him. He fiddles with his
cellphone ... then MAKES A CALL and waits ... No answer ...
After awhile he SLAMS the phone on the counter. IRRITATED.

                                                CUT TO:



INT. BETSY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Betsy lies on the bed hugging a pillow. Her makeup is smeared
with tears ... We hear the answering machine -

                   VOICE OF BETSY
         This is you-know-who. I must be
         powdering my nose. If you have
         something to say, go for it.

- and focus on it. The electronic number 5 glows on its front
LED panel ... We hear the BEEP of a voice mail recorder ...



INT. BAR - CONTINUOUS

Dr. Kovak turns his CELLPHONE OFF and shoves it into his coat
pocket ...



SERIES OF SHOTS

NOTE: SPFX. WE DO A 360 SPIN-VIEW AROUND DR. KOVAK, AS -

A) He throws a shot of liquor in ...

B) Then does another one ...

C) He spills the contents of next shot but still downs it ...

D) He tries to stand up. His hand slips. He almost falls ...



BACK TO SCENE

Dr. Kovak talks to a (male) bartender, who treats him as
another drunk at the bar.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (leaning forward)
         My world was a Paradise. I had a
         beautiful wife, a perfect job,
         quarterly vacations in Bahamas,
         fucking gorgeous house.

DR. KOVAK'S POV - (MOS) Bartender responds, we don't care ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         And, what happened with that
         Paradise?
             (pause)
         It shifted all up-side-down.

(MOS) Dr. Kovak grabs a SHOT sitting in front of him ...
Bartender objects ... Dr. Kovak doesn't care at this point.
He tumbles it down anyway ...

TIGHT ON the bar counter as Dr. Kovak's hand FALLS on it ...

SPFX: As if with a tiny cam we ENTER Dr. Kovak's WRIST ...
We're inside his vein, FLYING FAST with the blood ... We get
into a PUMPING HEART, then forcefully get EXPELLED OUT ... We
FLY again through the tube-like vessels ... and -

                                          MATCH CUT TO:



INT. OPERATING ROOM (O.V.)

We POUR OUT and AWAY from a bloody spot on Josh's motionless
body lying on the operating table ...

                                                CUT TO:



INT. BAR - NIGHT

Dr. Kovak JUMPS UP off the bar counter ... For a second he
can't figure out where he is ...

DR. KOVAK'S POV - (MOS) Bartender TALKS to us and SHOWS
toward the door ...

Dr. Kovak GETS UP on his feet. Whoa! He is UNSTEADY ... He
rushes toward the exit, almost KNOCKING DOWN a chair ...

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I/E. HIGHWAY / DR. KOVAK'S CAR - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

TIGHT ON the pouring RAIN in the HEADLIGHTS of Dr. Kovak's
car speeding on a lonely highway ...

Dr. Kovak inside struggles to stay awake.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (mumbling)
         No. Go away!

TIGHT ON the front of Dr. Kovak's car as it SLOWLY DRIFTS to
the side ... Tires make a thumping sound over darting highway
reflectors. Suddenly the car JERKS BACK to its lane.

DR. KOVAK'S POV - Everything is DISTORTED, in DARK GREEN
COLORS ... We notice a blurry WHITE LIGHT in front of us ...
It is getting brighter ... and starts to BLINK ...

FROM INSIDE DR. KOVAK'S CAR we see the blindingly BRIGHT
HEADLIGHTS right in front. It has no effect on Dr. Kovak ...

FROM INSIDE OF ONCOMING MINI-VAN a family is SCREAMING in
horror as Dr. Kovak's car approaches and is just yards away
from them ... A male driver JERKS the wheel to the right ...

With the SCREECHING tires and SMOKE the mini-van sharply
SWERVES to the break-down lane just a second before a head-on
collision ... and comes to a stop ...

Dr. Kovak's car KEEPS GOING in the wrong lane as if nothing
happened. In front of him is only darkness ... We watch his
car drive away ...

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INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

The front door opens. Dr. Kovak stumbles in. Something's
wrong! Concerned, he looks around ...

Dr. Kovak walks into a room. Nothing unusual there ...

He checks another room. CLOTHES are strewn on the floor ...

Dr. Kovak checks the bedroom. It's in disarray ... He checks
the closet ... The wife's section is empty.

Dr. Kovak opens the garage door. His wife's car is not there.

Dr. Kovak walks into the kitchen and braces himself against
the counter, rubbing his face ... The BUSINESS CARD catches
his attention ... He picks it up.

TIGHT ON the card - "LAWRENCE BRUTTMIRE - ATTORNEY AT LAW".

SHIT! He TOSSES the card into the garbage can.



INT. DR. KOVAK'S BEDROOM

Dr. Kovak FALLS into bed, facing up, fully clothed. He is so
EXHAUSTED ... Something catches his attention. He pulls out
the BLUE VIAL from his coat pocket.

TIGHT ON the vial as Dr. Kovak twiddles it ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         It can't make it worse, can it?

He POPS the vial open with his thumb and sniffs it ... He
lingers for a second ... before KNOCKING BACK the contents.

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak in bed. Phew! It SOURS his face like a
straight shot of liquor. He puts the vial back into his
pocket ...  and notices something else ...

He pulls out the CELLPHONE, and turns it on. It gets
connected ... then CHIMES.

TIGHT ON the cellphone - "12 MISSED CALLS" ...

Dr. Kovak struggles to get up to the edge of the bed ... He's
UNSTEADY. He puts the cellphone to his ear ...

                   ELECTRONIC VOICE
         You have five unplayed messages.

Dr. Kovak taps the cell phone, ANGRY with himself.

                   ELECTRONIC VOICE (CONT'D)
         First unplayed message -

DR. KOVAK'S POV - Bedroom gets slowly DISTORTED, objects
begin CHANGING COLORS ... We become WOOZY ... and WOBBLE ...

                   FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
             (gets distorted at some
              parts)
         Dr. Kovak, this is Julie. Call me
         back as soon as possible. There was
         a complication -
             (fades away)

DR. KOVAK'S POV - Objects on the wall MOVE and COLLIDE with
each other ... We overpower it and focus on the cellphone ...

                   FEMALE VOICE  (O.S.) (CONT'D)
             (gets distorted more)
         Dr. Kovak, where are you? It's an
         emergency. We need you -
             (fades away)

Dr. Kovak pulls out the VIAL. It WARPS and CHANGES SHAPES ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         What the hell is it?

                   FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
             (some parts missing)
         Josh is in critical condition ...
         had a lung failure and ruptured
         blood vessels ... we are performing
         tracheotomy ... WHERE ARE YOU?

TIGHT ON the floor. The VIAL falls down and rolls under bed.

DR. KOVAK'S POV - We FALL BACKWARD and now face the ceiling
... The colors quickly CHANGE through a spectrum of rainbow
and FADE OUT INTO BLACK ...

                                          MATCH CUT TO:



PERSON'S POV - INT. DARK GREEN ROOM - DAY

We're in bed, facing up. We hear our heartbeat - THUMP ...
THUMP ... THUMP ... (It continues throughout this scene.)

We look around. We saw this room before. It is OLD and
FILTHY. The plaster hangs loose off the moldy walls. The only 
window is draped with a quilt-like green fabric ...

We look to the side. We're STRAPPED to the bed. The IV TUBE
goes into our arm. (The heartbeat SPEEDS UP.) We start to
WIGGLE ... The strap gives in, but not completely.

We look to the other side. The other strap is not as tight.
We slide our arm out ... It FALLS on our stomach - sleepy
hand ... We force it to move ... It stubbornly complies ...

We reach for the other hand and PULL IT with a tug. The IV
tube stretches ... and the needle SNAPS OUT.



INT. DARK GREEN ROOM - DAY - CONTINUOUS

Dr. Kovak WRITHES in pain on the bed ... Yes, it's him! He
doesn't look like himself. He is wearing a once-white, sweat
drenched T-shirt. A filthy blanket covers him from the waist
down. His face is dirty. He is sporting a THICK BEARD ...

Dr. Kovak GLANCES from side to side like a caged animal ...
He seems to be alone in the room. He tries to slide off the
bed, but ... something still HOLDS him down below ...

He pulls up the blanket. (We can't see what he sees.) His
EYES WIDEN at what is down there ... He reaches in and YANKS
it out ... His face DISTORTS in silent pain ...

TIGHT ON THE FLOOR. Big medical urine collecting bottle sits
under the bed. A tube connects it to something up above. It
is full of dark yellow liquid ... ON THE BACKGROUND we see
Dr. Kovak's half-naked body PLOPS DOWN on the floor ...

(O.V.) Naked from the waist down, Dr. Kovak CRAWLS AWAY from
the bed ... Walking is not an option for him. EVERY MOVE
comes with PAIN ...

Dr. Kovak tries to PULL himself up on a chair ... He TOPPLES
IT OVER sending himself and a bunch of dirty clothes down on
the floor ... Several COCKROACHES scurry away ...

TIGHT ON THE FLOOR. Dr. Kovak lifts himself off the floor.
Several smashed bugs stick to his face. Wasting no time, he
tries to GET UP again ... This isn't easy!

In an awkward leaning position Dr. Kovak tries to PUT ON a
pair of jeans he just found ... He almost TRIPS but catches
himself. Something else CRASHES DOWN instead. He FREEZES in
horror ... No one apparently heard it ... He pulls the jeans
fully on.

Dr. Kovak can stand upright now. Still VERY WEAK, he moves
closer to the door BRACING himself against the wall ...



INT. HOUSE / DARK HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

The door CRACKS OPEN sending a sliver of light in ... Dr.
Kovak staggers into the hallway, still hugging the walls ...

WE FOLLOW DR. KOVAK through the hallway with closed doors on
each side and a boarded up window at the end ... 

Dr. Kovak grabs a KNOB on one of the doors trying to brace
himself. Instead the door SWINGS OPEN ...

DR. KOVAK'S POV - A thin man inside the room lies unconscious
in bed ... TIGHT ON his lifeless face ... THEN QUICKLY ON TO
the IV tube in his wrist ... THEN FOLLOW the IV tube up to a
DRIPPING solution bag on a stand ...

Dr. Kovak RUSHES to another door ... and PUSHES it open. The
same looking room has a SICKLY SMALL PERSON strapped in bed.
We can barely make him out - he may well be a small child ...
             (beat)



INT. HOUSE / DOWNSTAIRS

Dr. Kovak struggles down the stairs in the darkness ... He is
at a shiny METALLIC SECURITY DOOR. (It is very much out of
place here.) He JIGGLES the door knob ... It's LOCKED!

TIGHT ON ELECTRONIC KEYPAD as Dr. Kovak punches the code, his
hands SHAKING badly ... The keypad GLOWS RED ... He starts
over ... SUCCESS! The door unlocks with a clank.



EXT. HOUSE / BACKYARD - DAY

Dr. Kovak rushes out. He SHIELDS his eyes from a blinding sun
while cautiously walking through the backyard clutter ...

TIGHT ON A MASSIVE CHAIN as it rapidly begins to UNWIND ...

A huge ROTTWEILER DARTS OUT and JUMPS on Dr. Kovak, who
SPRINGS BACK and FALLS HARD against the house ... SUDDENLY
the chain YANKS the beast back just inches away from Dr.
Kovak's face. BARK ... BARK ... BARK ... SCOWLING TEETH flash
in front of Dr. Kovak, lying in horror on the ground ...

Dr. Kovak quickly GETS UP to his feet. His face shows intense
PAIN of the fall ... He begins LIMPING AWAY while still
keeping an eye on the BARKING DOG ...



EXT. HOUSE / FRONT

While still looking back, Dr. Kovak RUNS OUT from the side of
the house onto the street in ghetto-looking neighborhood ...
Suddenly he RUNS INTO a guy talking on a cellphone. (The guy
is MONTI, Hispanic-looking, thin, in his early 30's.) The
impact almost KNOCKS the cellphone out of Monti's hands ...

                   MONTI
         Whoa! Watch out!

Dr. Kovak has a look of a deer-in-the-headlights ...

                   MONTI (CONT'D)
         Where are you going?
             (waits)
         You don't run into people like
         this, bro.

Dr. Kovak LOOKS AROUND in desperation ... We still hear the
dog BARKING in the background ...

                   DR. KOVAK
             (has to act quickly!)
         Listen. You gotta help me! Do you
         have a car?

                   MONTI
             (confused)
         What are you saying, bro?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Listen to me. I need you to give me
         a ride. I'm gonna pay you.



EXT. STREET - DAY

Monti leads Dr. Kovak to a run-down sedan circa 1980 ... Dr.
Kovak grabs the passenger side door handle and impatiently
JIGGLES it ... Monti shakes his head, gets in from his side
and leans over to unlock the passenger side door.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (while getting in)
         Let's go! Don't wait!

Monti isn't so eager ... He calmly tries the ignition.

                   MONTI
         What's up with this rush, bro? Who
         are you running from?
             (beat)

The car pulls away ... Dr. Kovak keeps staring back ...

                   MONTI (CONT'D)
         That's a tough shit you took.

Dr. Kovak is still dazed and incognizant.

                   DR. KOVAK
         What?

                   MONTI
             (smiling)
         Where are we going, bro?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I don't know. Just drive.



I/E. STREETS / MONTI'S CAR - DAY - CONTINUOUS

They now drive through a better neighborhood.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (suddenly restless again)
         Oh shit! I can't believe it.

Dr. Kovak pulls up his T-shirt and begins nervously looking
over his torso ...

                   MONTI
         Hey, are you OK?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes ... NO!

                   MONTI
         What the hell is wrong with you,
         bro?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I don't know. I really don't know.
         What's your name?

                   MONTI
             (confused)
         Monti.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Good. I'm Peter Kovak.
             (Monti gives him a strange
              look again)
         Check my back, would you?

Dr. Kovak turns around with his T-shirt lifted up ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Do you see any fresh scars?

                   MONTI
         Man, you're crazy.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Come on, just look at it!

                   MONTI
             (looking)
         It's clean.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Are you sure? Check it again.

                   MONTI
         Yes, I am sure. What do you think,
         someone cut out your liver?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (pulls his T-shirt back)
         You never know. Do you think it's
         normal to go to sleep in one place
         and wake up in another?

Monti chuckles ... and is ready to say something when -

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Holy crap! Wait a second, I get it.
             (turns to Monti)
         Slap me.

                   MONTI
         What?!

                   DR. KOVAK
         Come on. I want you to slap me.

                   MONTI
         Bro, what the hell?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes, go for it. Slap me! I know
         you've done it before -

Monti THROWS a hefty BITCH-SLAP. It almost makes Dr. Kovak's
head spin around ... PAUSE ... Dr. Kovak slowly turns back.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         It hurts.

                   MONTI
         No shit.

Dr. Kovak is TERRIFIED. It doesn't feel like dream anymore.

                   MONTI (CONT'D)
         Hey, I'm not sure about you but I'm
         hungry. Do you want a bite?

Dr. Kovak, speechless, simply stares back at him ...

                                                CUT TO:



INT. SHOPPING MALL / MAIN CONCOURSE - DAY

Monti leads the way through bright shopping mall full of
shoppers. The place is bustling with activity.

                   MONTI
         You wouldn't believe how good this
         place is. They're quite new. Didn't
         hire those teenage punks yet.

Dr. Kovak trails along, all sullen ... not looking good ...

                   MONTI (CONT'D)
         I used to go to Pete's. Ya know, on
         the corner of 30th and Lafayette.
         Then one day I'm looking at my
         double stacker and ... Holy Shit!
         There's a gnarly Band Aid. Can you
         believe it? Right in the middle
         between the fucking patties.

Dr. Kovak doesn't even look at him ...

                   MONTI (CONT'D)
             (after a pause)
         Hey, you're awful pale, bro. But,
         don't worry. We're almost there.
         You'll try some REAL good food.



INT. SHOPPING MALL / BURGER PLACE

It's a sit-down-type food court mostly occupied by families
with their young kids ... Monti leads Dr. Kovak to an empty
plastic table.

                   MONTI
         You stay here. Make sure though
         that no fat kid takes my seat. I'm
         gonna get us some real good shit.

Monti walks away to the counter and almost immediately takes
out his cellphone ...

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak. He doesn't look good. DARK CIRCLES adorn
his eyes on the backdrop of his PALE FACE. He BRACES himself
against the table and tries to stay upright ...

                   DR. KOVAK
             (out loud to himself)
         OK. This is not a dream. Otherwise
         it'd be the longest fucking
         nightmare ever. But if not, how the
         fuck did I get here?

A family that sat next to him QUICKLY GET UP and LEAVE ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         What was I doing in that house?



INSERT - INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - FLASHBACK (MOS)

NOTE: EACH FLASHBACK LATER ON IS SHOWN WITH A SLIGHTER
DIMMER, WORN-OUT COLORS AKIN TO THE EARLY COLOR MOVIES.

Dr. Kovak RUNS IN holding an unconscious boy. His clothes are
stained with RED ... He DARTS from nurse to nurse ...



END FLASHBACK

Monti comes back to the table holding a tray with two huge
burgers, good-sized French Fries and a bag of onion rings.

                   MONTI
         Hey bro, if I were you I wouldn't
         talk to yourself. Those soccer moms
         might freak out.



DR. KOVAK'S POV - FOOD COURT

We look around ... THE MALL ... Something there catches our
attention ... the HOMELESS GUY walks through it (he is the
same guy Dr. Kovak almost ran over in his car) ... WE FOLLOW
HIM ... He has a CARDBOARD SIGN, but we can't read it ...

                   MONTI
             (with a full mouth, making
              us to turn to face him)
         Are you gonna try it?
             (takes another bite)
         It's fucking delicious.

We shift our attention to the BURGER in front of us ... Our
vision BLURS, COLORS SHIFT and the BURGER DISTORTS ...

WITH A SHAKE we make it go away ... We look back at the mall
area ... But the homeless guy is no longer there.

                   MONTI (CONT'D)
         I don't know, bro. Without any food
         you may kick the bucket.



BACK TO SCENE

Dr. Kovak reluctantly takes a bite off the burger ...

DR. KOVAK'S POV (MOS) - Monti talks to us while devouring his
food. We begin hearing a LOW HUMMING NOISE ... It grows
LOUDER, our vision begins to BLUR ... We look around and see
one soccer mom giving us a look of contempt ...

Suddenly Dr. Kovak JUMPS UP and DASHES toward the tray bin. He
pushes the lid off that CRASHES on the tile floor with a loud
JARRING SOUND ... Dr. Kovak leans into the bin and begins
VIOLENTLY THROWING UP making the awful GUTTURAL SOUNDS ... On
the background we see families FLEEING in panic ...



INT. SHOPPING MALL / MAIN CONCOURCE

(MOS) We can still see the burger place in the background,
while Dr. Kovak and Monti JOG AWAY ... Monti periodically
looks back at couple of angry employees GESTICULATING and
YELLING in a distance ...

                   DR. KOVAK
             (his mind somewhere else)
         Now it makes sense. All those
         dreams. They must have done that to
         me before. No wonder I can't
         remember a thing from a year ago.
             (to Monti)
         Listen, I need you to help me.

                   MONTI
         What?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (it hits him)
         Oh shit! JOSH!
             (beat)
         They have him too. It is that
         woman. I'm sure she did this to me.
         Don't ask me how I know this. I
         just do. I'm damn sure now. She
         hated me so much. How could I not
         think about it before.
             (grabs his head)
         Now everything falls into place.

Monti walks by Dr. Kovak, not understanding a word ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         I know that I probably don't look
         like one now, but I'm a surgeon.
         This woman did this to me, to
         disparage me, to destroy my life.

They walk outside through the entrance doors ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         I need to borrow your car. Give me
         your address and phone and I will
         have it delivered back to you.
             (checks his pockets)
         I don't have any cash on me but I
         swear I will reimburse you good -

                   MONTI
         Hold on. Hold on, bro. Slow down.
         You're so fast I can't follow you.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (enunciating)
         I need to borrow your car.

                   MONTI
         Whoa! No one drives my wheels
         except me, bro.

                   DR. KOVAK
         You don't understand. This is
         important.

                   MONTI
         No, YOU don't understand. My wheels
         are very important to me.

                   DR. KOVAK
             (losing patience)
         OK. Can you give me a ride then?

                   MONTI
         Well, we can consider that.
             (pause)
         Where you wanna go?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Home.

                   MONTI
             (confused)
         Home?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yeah. I'll show you the way.

                                                CUT TO:



I/E. UPSCALE NEIGHBORHOOD / MONTI'S CAR - DAY - CONTINUOUS

Monti's car clearly stands out from clean suburban streets of
a new housing development as it drives through ...

The road begins ascending and houses turn BIGGER as they go
... Soon they approach a private GATED AREA with a heavy
wrought iron gate blocking the way ...



EXT. PRIVATE ENTRANCE GATE - CONTINUOUS

                   MONTI
             (pulling over)
         Bro, we shouldn't be here.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Don't worry. I live here.

                   MONTI
             (worried, looks around)
         Who do you think you are? A
         celebrity? What are we doing here?

Dr. Kovak smiles back and gets out. He walks to a small punch
pad by the gate ... and types the code ... Nothing happens.

TIGHT ON the punch pad as Dr. Kovak presses the buttons again
... RED LIGHT comes on in response ...
             (beat)

Dr. Kovak adjusts his hair in frustration.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Shit! I've done it so many times.

He TAPS the "Call For Assistance" button ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (loud to Monti)
         I have this thing in my car that
         gets it automatically -

                   VOICE THROUGH INTERCOM
         Can I help you?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes. Thank God, you're there. This
         is Peter Kovak. I don't have my car
         with me. Can you let me in?

TIGHT ON the camera above as it pivots toward us ...

MONTI'S POV - In a rear-view mirror we see a shiny black
Mercedes pulling up behind us ...

                   MONTI
         Bro, that's enough. Let's go!

Dr. Kovak isn't giving up. He is so close! He waits while
pacing around the punch pad ...

Another resident pulls up in a fancy car ... Monti BACKS his
clunker to the side and away from the gate, sensing trouble.

Dr. Kovak loses patience and walks toward the Mercedes.
Seeing him, a WOMAN DRIVER pulls up her window ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Hi. I'm Peter Kovak. Do you know
         me? I live here.

The woman inside SHAKES her head and grabs the CELLPHONE ...

Dr. Kovak, MAD, walks back to the punch pad ... The GATE
GUARD approaches the gate from the inside on a golf cart ...

                   GATE GUARD
         Can I help you, sir?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (irritated)
         Yes. You can let me in!

                   GATE GUARD
         Do you have an appointment?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (almost yelling)
         No, I don't have an appointment. I
         live here!

                   GATE GUARD
         I'm afraid you have to leave, sir.

                   DR. KOVAK
         WHAT?!

MONTI'S POV - (MOS) Dr. Kovak ARGUES and GESTICULATES with
the gate guard ... We shift our attention to a PATROL CAR
appearing on the background ... SHIT! We quickly LOOK AWAY
... and START the engine ...

Two police officers approach Dr. Kovak from behind ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (to the gate guard)
         Why don't you go check your tenant
         list and come back and apologize -

                   POLICE OFFICER #1
         What's going on here?

It takes Dr. Kovak by surprise ...

                   GATE GUARD
             (walking away)
         I hope you can straighten this guy
         out. He doesn't belong here.

                   POLICE OFFICER #1
             (to Dr. Kovak)
         What is your name, sir?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I am Dr. Peter Kovak and I live
         here. I want you to tell this idiot
         that he'd better know his tenants.

Dr. Kovak tries to GET CLOSER to the gate to make sure that
the retreating guard hears him. Cops quickly INTERVENE ...

                   POLICE OFFICER #1
         Sir, walk this way please.

Cops lead Dr. Kovak to a police cruiser ...

                   POLICE OFFICER #2
         Sir, do you have ID on you?

Dr. Kovak PATS the sides, then the back of his jeans ...
Nothing there. He LOOKS at the officers empty-handed ...

                                                CUT TO:



INT. POLICE STATION / BOOKING DESK - DAY

The officers lead Dr. Kovak handcuffed to a booking desk. The
officer behind the desk seems busy with his paperwork ...

                   POLICE OFFICER #1
         Full moon last night, hah?

                   DESK OFFICER
             (lifting up his eyes)
         You bet. What you got there?

                   POLICE OFFICER #1
         Disorderly conduct. Caught him
         trying to sneak into private
         community. No wallet. No ID. Claims
         he is a doctor.

Desk officer glances at Dr. Kovak ... then SMILES.

                   POLICE OFFICER #1 (CONT'D)
         Also claims that a woman he knew
         drugged him up and put him into a
         secluded house to get to his boy.

Desk officer stops writing and looks up at Dr. Kovak.

                   DESK OFFICER
             (sarcastically)
         Is that true, DOCTOR?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (breaking his downward
              gaze)
         This boy is in danger. You gotta
         help me find him.

                                                CUT TO:



INT. INTERROGATION ROOM

Dr. Kovak sits behind a metal desk. Right across from him is
DET. MORRISON, black, overweight, middle-aged man. He is an
epitome of a hard-working low-paid cop.

                   DET. MORRISON
             (referring to his notes)
         You claim your name is Dr. Peter
         Kovak and you live at 32 High Hill
         Estates. Is that correct?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (aggravated)
         Yes. I was still living there when
         I woke up this morning.

                   DET. MORRISON
         So, where exactly did you wake up
         this morning?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Listen, I'm not joking with you.
         Something bad happened to me.

Dr. Kovak rubs his eyes. We can see his frustration ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         I woke up in this terrible house. I
         don't know how I got there. Someone
         must have kidnapped me.

                   DET. MORRISON
         Who could've done that to you?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I don't know for sure. It could be
         the woman a know. For some reason
         she wants to destroy my life.

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak as he brings up an arm to RUB his face. We
clearly see NEEDLE MARKS on it under fluorescent light ...

                   DET. MORRISON
         Do you use drugs?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (offended)
         Do I look like -

DR. KOVAK'S POV - We turn our arm to expose NEEDLE MARKS ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Someone did this to me.
             (after a pause)
         I am a medical doctor.

Det. Morrison grimaces and looks down into his notes ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (after watching Det.
              Morrison)
         That NicoDerm patch you're wearing.
         It must be changed daily, which you
         don't do. If I were you, as a part
         of your Nicotine Replacement
         Therapy I'd use sublingual tablets
         and gum. They're more efficient at
         an early stage.

TIGHT ON Det. Morrison as he adjusts his sleeve to hide the
patch ... at the same time he casts a glance at Dr. Kovak.

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         I know my stuff, Detective.
             (beat)



LATER

DET. FRETWELL opens the door. He is a white male in mid-40's.

                   DET. FRETWELL
         They're ready for fingerprinting.

                   DET. MORRISON
             (to Dr. Kovak)
         Well, it sounds compelling. In the
         mean time I have to make sure that
         you are who you say you are.

Det. Morrison stands up and motions at the door ... Dr. Kovak
gets up too and walks to it ... Right at the door -

                   DR. KOVAK
         Detective, you have to promise that
         you'll find this boy. His name is
         Josh. He is in the wrong hands. And
         he is very sick.

                   DET. MORRISON
         Is there a reason for you to think
         this way?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Yes.

                   DET. MORRISON
         How well do you know this boy?

                   DR. KOVAK
         I know him very well. I think -
             (pause)
         - he is my son.
             (beat)

Det. Morrison looks at Det. Fretwell and then back at Dr.
Kovak ...

                   DET. MORRISON
         I'll see what I can do.

A uniformed officer leads Dr. Kovak away ...

                   DET. FRETWELL
             (watching Dr. Kovak)
         What do you think? Another tramp?

                   DET. MORRISON
             (in his thoughts)
         Don't know yet. He sure doesn't
         sound like one.



INT. FINGERPRINTING LAB

Dr. Kovak stands in front of the fingerprinting desk ...

                   LAB ASSISTANT 
         Sir, your right hand.

DR. KOVAK'S POV - Our arm slowly BLURS and DISTORTS as the
lab assistant pressed the prints ... A short spurt of an
eerie HISSING SOUND breaks the silence ...

                   LAB ASSISTANT (CONT'D)
         Relax your hand.



INSERT - INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - FLASHBACK (MOS)

Dr. Kovak RUNS IN holding a boy ... His white shirt is
stained with BLOOD. While running to the front counter -

                   DR. KOVAK (MOS)
             (yelling)
         Help! Somebody help!

The nurse is too slow to respond ... Dr. Kovak can't wait! He
RUSHES away toward approaching doctor ...



END FLASHBACK

                   LAB ASSISTANT
         Sir, are you OK?

Dr. Kovak SHAKES his head, dazed ...



INT. SUSPECT IDENTIFICATION ROOM

The wide ONE-WAY MIRROR separates it from the interrogation
room. Through it we can see Dr. Kovak sitting behind the
table, alone, hunched over, holding his head with both hands.

                   DET. FRETWELL
         Sounds like a nut case. If he is a
         doctor, shouldn't there be some
         record of him?

On the background Dr. Kovak lifts his head ...  then
listlessly looks toward us and the mirror. Something in it
CATCHES his attention ...

                   DET. MORRISON
         Yes, I suppose. Did you check the
         name and address in the system?



INSERT - INTERROGATION ROOM

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak as his nonchalant facial expression
CHANGES, his EYES WIDEN ... He sees something in the mirror!



BACK TO SCENE

                   DET. FRETWELL
             (checking his notes)
         No match on the full name. There
         are 58 people with the same last
         name in town though.

In the back, Dr. Kovak GETS UP, still FIXATED on the mirror.

                   DET. FRETWELL (CONT'D)
         An interesting fact about the
         address. One doctor that actually
         lives at the High Hill Estates
         filed the harassment complaint
         against couple kids some time ago.
         That seems to be pretty much all
         the crime that happened there.

                   DET. MORRISON
         Any matches in the missing people
         reports?

In the back, Dr. Kovak slowly MOVES toward the mirror ...

                   DET. FRETWELL
         No. No one is really looking for
         our DOCTOR. Something is seriously
         wrong about him. Do you -

Both detectives TURN toward the one-way mirror, STUNNED by
the image of Dr. Kovak standing right in front of it ...



INT. INTERROGATION ROOM

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak's profile from the side. He looks
PARALYZED, holding his outstretched arm toward the mirror ...
WE MOVE SIDEWAYS and see the surface of the mirror ... Dr.
Kovak's hand is touching it ...

WE KEEP PANNING revealing the reflection in the mirror ...
First, his hand ... then his arm ... then slowly the face ...

IT IS NOT DR. KOVAK IN THE MIRROR! The person we see is a
lanky man with a scraggly beard. (This is PETER LIPSKI.) He
is in mid-30's, wearing the SAME dirty clothes we saw on Dr.
Kovak. But he is just a hint of Dr. Kovak's healthy build.

WE PAN BACK from the reflection to Dr. Kovak ... IT'S NOT HIM
IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR EITHER! It is Peter Lipski as well.
             (beat)

Peter WOBBLES and COLLAPSES on the floor ...

                                                CUT TO:



INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE / BEDROOM - DAY

Dr. Kovak wakes up in his bed, PANTING, SWEATY ... He looks
around ... The bed is fresh. He is cleanly shaved ...

TIGHT ON the alarm clock - 10:30 A.M.

                   DR. KOVAK
         I've never slept this much.

He quickly GETS OFF the bed ... and carefully INSPECTS his
arms ... No signs of needle marks. He sighs a relief ...



INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE / BATHROOM

Dr. Kovak checks his face in the mirror, turns to the right,
then to the left ... IT'S HIM! He looks good as before. He
pulls his tongue out. Nothing unusual there ... PAUSE ...

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak's waist as WOMAN'S HAND slides around it
and toward his crotch ...

Dr. Kovak JUMPS AWAY in fear ... It's his wife, smiling ...

                   JESSICA
             (seductively)
         Scared you, silly? You want a
         quickie before work?

Dr. Kovak runs away from her. What's going on? He has that
deer-in-the-headlights look again ... PAUSE ...

Jessica tries to get closer ... Dr. Kovak PUSHES HER AWAY and
quickly RUNS OUT of the bathroom ...

                   JESSICA (CONT'D)
         Honey, what's wrong? What did I do?
         Did you sleep well?



INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE / KITCHEN

Dr. Kovak NERVOUSLY checks the SINK ... then opens a DRAWER.
What he's looking for isn't there. He opens ANOTHER DRAWER.

TIGHT ON the drawer and the GUN lying in it ...

                   JESSICA
             (walking in, concerned)
         Honey, what's going on?

Dr. Kovak PICKS UP the big garbage can and UPTURNS it on the
kitchen counter ... Trash FLIES all over the kitchen ...

Jessica tries to get closer to stop him ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Get away from me!

This stops her. She watches in total shock as Dr. Kovak
spastically digs through the trash pile on the counter ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Where is it?
             (looks up at her)
         Bruttmire? Attorney At Law? You
         cleaned it all up, didn't you?

DR. KOVAK'S POV - Our hands go through garbage items ... then
suddenly we find the card, and FREEZE ...

TIGHT ON "DR. XORAN - UNCONVENTIONAL PSYCHOLOGY".

                                                CUT TO:



I/E. DR. KOVAK'S CAR - DAY - CONTINUOUS

Dr. Kovak drives ERRATICALLY FAST passing cars on each side
... He pulls out his cellphone ...



INT. 23RD FLOOR / RECEPTION AREA - DAY

Dr. Xoran's receptionist answers the call. She is all dolled
up as before, doing her long nails as she speaks,

                   DR. XORAN'S RECEPTIONIST
         Dr. Xoran's office.



INTERCUT BETWEEN DR. KOVAK AND DR. XORAN'S RECEPTIONIST

                   DR. KOVAK
             (in no mood for small
              talk)
         This is Dr. Kovak. I'm on my way to
         see Doctor -
             (corrects himself)
         Mr. Xoran.

                   DR. XORAN'S RECEPTIONIST
         I'm sorry, Mr. Kovak. Dr. Xoran
         will not be able to see you at this
         moment. Do you want an appointment?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Too late. I'm already there.

Dr. Kovak makes a SHARP TURN into the underground garage ...



INT. 23RD FLOOR / RECEPTION AREA

Dr. Kovak RUSHES IN, past the receptionist ... She prepares
to get up to catch him. He shuts her up at a distance with
his outstretched palm ... and PROCEEDS down the hallway ...



INT. DR. XORAN'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Dr. Kovak BARGES IN. Dr. Xoran turns around, SURPRISED,
wearing a bath robe ... The receptionist RUNS IN as well ...

                   DR. XORAN'S RECEPTIONIST
         Sir, you have to leave. I'm calling
         security if you don't -

Dr. Kovak turns to her. His ANGRY LOOK is enough to shut her
up again and show that he is not playing around ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         What the hell is this? What kind of
         business do you run here?

                   DR. XORAN
             (calmly to receptionist)
         That's OK. My friend Peter is
         confused. We're gonna be fine.

The receptionist walks away, closing the door.

                   DR. XORAN (CONT'D)
             (getting behind his desk)
         You need answers to what you saw,
         don't you, Peter?

                   DR. KOVAK
             (smiling nervously)
         You bet I need answers. First I
         want to know who are you and what
         you peddle here? All this expensive
         stuff. Is it from illegal drug
         trafficking? Or maybe even better -
         legal prescription medicine?

Dr. Xoran starts LAUGHING out loud ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Do you know that woman, too? What
         the hell is her name? Lorna? You
         must be some freaky lovers. Did she
         make that stuff you gave me? It was
         good. It knocked me out flat.

                   DR. XORAN
             (still smiling)
         Peter, I'm amazed that you still
         don't see it.

                   DR. KOVAK
         Don't see what?

                   DR. XORAN
         Do you know what paradigm shift is?

Dr. Kovak looks back, not understanding his point ...

                   DR. XORAN (CONT'D)
         An illusive picture that looks one
         way and then when you flip it over
         it becomes something else?

PAUSE ... It confuses Dr. Kovak even more ...

                   DR. XORAN (CONT'D)
         Didn't you see that everything in
         your life was perfect? Wonderful,
         giving bombshell wife, willing to
         satisfy your every need at a drop
         of a hat. Perfect job, people can
         kill for. Vacation after vacation.
         No worries for house chores or
         other earthly things. Didn't you
         see that your world was your dream?

                   DR. KOVAK
         Who are you?

                   DR. XORAN
         The world that you live in is your
         Paradise.

Dr. Kovak stares back, he is fed up with this bullshit ...

                   DR. XORAN (CONT'D)
         Peter, your world is what you want
         it to be.
             (beat)

                   DR. KOVAK
         What?

                   DR. XORAN
         Remember you came to see me and you
         were confused? You didn't know what
         was going on. You wanted to see the
         truth. You wanted to unlock the
         cage and learn who you are.

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak trying to process all this ...

                   DR. XORAN (CONT'D)
         I gave you the key.
             (beat)



INSERT - INTERROGATION ROOM (O.V.)

(IN GREEN COLORS) Paramedics SCRAMBLE around Peter Lipski on
the floor, trying to administer CPR ...



BACK TO SCENE

Dr. Kovak CAN'T BELIEVE it ... Dr. Xoran gets closer to him
and sits down on the desk in front of him ...

                   DR. XORAN
         I understand. You are confused.
             (pause)
         This world, everything you see and
         touch, your friends and foes, wife
         and lovers, boss and clients, even
         your dog, all that is what you want
         it to be. You control it.
             (enunciates)
         YOU MAKE THE RULES.
             (beat)

Dr. Kovak leans back, relaxes and then smiles ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         I knew you're a fucking nutjob.
             (slowly raises his voice)
         If I'm so much in charge of
         everything, how come I cannot
         diagnose a simple disease of an
         eight-year-old boy? Can't see what
         he is suffering from, let alone
         even try to cure him? How come all
         my friends and colleagues betrayed
         me and my wonderful bombshell wife
         was going to divorce me?

                   DR. XORAN
             (grinning)
         You still don't get it, do you?
             (pause, no answer)
         It's funny. Even what you say now
         isn't real either.

It draws the last straw out of Dr. Kovak. He GETS UP ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         You wanna say that in my face?

Dr. Xoran doesn't ... Instead he begins LAUGHING ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (boiling with anger)
         OK, you fuck!

Dr. Kovak pulls out the GUN. He quickly SHOVES it into Dr.
Xoran's face ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         How about this? Is it real to you?

Dr. Xoran's faces turns serious ... He begins SLOWLY MOVING
his hand toward the gun pointed at his face ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Don't test me, dickhead. I swear,
         I'm gonna do it!

Dr. Xoran FORCEFULLY GRABS Dr. Kovak's hand that holds the
gun ... and starts PUSHING IT into his own face ...

                   DR. XORAN
         Come on. Do it if you will. Prove
         what I just said.

Dr. Kovak can't believe this madman. He tries to MOVE the gun
AWAY ... but Dr. Xoran's hand DOESN'T LET HIM ...

                   DR. XORAN (CONT'D)
             (yelling)
         I am nothing else than your alter
         ego. Come on, prove it!

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak's face as it begins to SHAKE and SWEAT ...

                   DR. XORAN (CONT'D)
         Ah! Not so cool anymore?

BOOM!!! Suddenly a loud GUN SHOT rocks the room ... 

TIGHT ON the glass desk as it gets SPATTERED with blood ...

                   DR. KOVAK
             (jumping away)
         You fucking asshole!

WIDE ANGLE ON Dr. Kovak standing IN SHOCK holding the gun ...
A puff of smoke hovers over the lifeless body of Dr. Xoran on
the floor ... Dr. Kovak begins backing away from it ...

DR. KOVAK'S POV - Our BLOODY HANDS holding the gun ...

Dr. Kovak drops the gun ... and NERVOUSLY wipes his forehead.
He doesn't know what to do? ... It then hit him! He reaches
in and PULLS OUT his cellphone ...

He dials 911, his HANDS SHAKING ... Listens ... No response
... He tries again ... Listens ... Nothing! What the hell? He
stares at his cell phone ...



INT. 23RD FLOOR / RECEPTION AREA - CONTINUOUS

Dr. Kovak RUNS OUT, wide-eyed and panting. The receptionist
stares NONCHALANTLY back at him from behind the desk ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         No way! Don't tell me you didn't
         hear that?

She smiles back, all sexy ...

DR. KOVAK'S POV - Our hands are SQUEAKY CLEAN again ...

Dr. Kovak DARTS toward the elevator doors ... and impatiently
HITS the button. He can't wait and DASHES toward the stairs.



INT. UNDERGROUND GARAGE - CONTINUOUS

Dr. Kovak runs along parked cars ... His heavy breathing is
gone.

                   DR. KOVAK
         I can't even run out of breath.

The sporty looking and fancy LAMBORGHINI GALLARDO comes into
view parked on the side ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (noticing the car)
         So, I make the rules, right?

He slows down and pulls out his car key chain ... then hits
the unlock button. Lamborghini lights FLASH on and off ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         I'll be damned!



I/E. CITY STREETS / LAMBORGHINI - DAY - CONTINUOUS

It's a bright sunny day. The street outside of the parking
garage is BUSY ... Suddenly Lamborghini DARTS OUT and makes a
sharp right turn ALMOST HITTING a couple of passing cars ...

Lamborghini quickly PULLS TO A STOP just a foot away from a
car in front of it at a traffic light ...

DR. KOVAK'S POV - We turn to the left to see a Jeep full of
bikini-clad blonds right next to our Lamborghini ... Seeing
the car the girls immediately turn their attention to us.

                   BLOND #1
         Hey! What's up, cutie?

Dr. Kovak looks them over from his low-riding rocket ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Let me guess, you are on a high
         school assignment to study as much
         cock as possible?

Girls GIGGLE in a typical Spring-break-hottie manner ...

                   BLOND #2
             (leaning forward, boobs
              sticking out)
         Hey, stud. We're having a party
         tonight. Wanna come?

DR. KOVAK'S POV - The face of Blond #2 DISTORTS and CHANGES
COLOR ... We SHAKE our head and FOCUS on the traffic light.
It switches into GREEN ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         You must be a fake too.

Girls make sour faces and are ready to respond ... Dr. Kovak
GUNS the Ghini. It LUNGES forward, and SWERVES ahead of the
Jeep missing a slow car in front by an inch ...

                   BLONDS
             (in unison)
         Hey, jerk!

The Ghini is way ahead of everyone, GOING WAY OVER the city
street speed limit ... The traffic light ahead is RED ...

                   DR. KOVAK
             (to himself)
         Well, since I make the rules. What
         if I don't want any?

TIGHT ON accelerator pedal as Dr. Kovak PUSHES it down ...

The Ghini SPEEDS toward the intersection ... The light is RED
and vehicles ZIP THROUGH in a perpendicular direction ...

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak as he tenses up and closes his eyes ...

The Ghini WHIZZES THROUGH the intersection BARELY MISSING
cars moving across ... WILD HONKING ensues ...

VIEW FROM BEHIND PATROL CAR as the Ghini crosses the
intersection in front ... Its STROBE LIGHTS come on. The
cruiser TAKES OFF in a hasty pursuit ...

DR. KOVAK'S POV - We see COMMOTION at the intersection in a
rear-view mirror ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Holy shit!

TIGHT ON accelerator pedal as he slams it again ...

The Ghini PLOWS right through another intersection ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Aha! I'm starting to like it!

COP #1 POV - His cruiser DODGES cars in pursuit of the fast
moving Lamborghini ...

                   COP #1
             (into the radio)
         Suspect driving black import, going
         at high speeds on Lacross toward
         Interstate. Requesting backup.

DR. KOVAK'S POV - Police cruiser in a rear-view mirror turns
the SIREN ON, strobes flashing ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Hah. The cavalry is here.

The Ghini makes a sudden LEFT TURN straight through the next
intersection ... It misses a head-on collision only because
the other driver SLAMS the brakes in time ... TIRES SMOKE ...



LATER

The Ghini DODGES slow moving traffic ... No cops in sight.

COP #2 POV - Our cruiser POURS into the street and SLAMS into
the back of the Lamborghini executing the PIT maneuver ...
Both cars proceed SKIDDING across the pavement ...

Dr. Kovak JERKS the wheel trying to regain control ... and
straightens out the Ghini ... He GUNS IT again ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Son of a bitch! Where is the big
         gun when you need one?

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak's pensive face ... PAUSE ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Wait a second.

He reaches toward the glove-box compartment, opens it up and
pulls out the BIG MAGNUM ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (with the Terminator grin)
         Who's owned now?

TIGHT ON the brake pedal as Dr. Kovak SLAMS IT ...

TIRES LOCK sending a cloud of smoke ... The Ghini slows down
almost to a stop ... The cruiser SWERVES to the right to
avoid collision and appears on the right off the Ghini ...

Dr. Kovak points the MAGNUM at the cop through his passenger
side window ... The cop DUCKS DOWN just a fraction of a
second before ... a BIG BANG!!! The MONSTROUS BLAST shatters
both windows on the cop car and on a vehicle parked on the
street ... The cruiser JERKS to the right and CRASHES ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
             (in mild shock)
         Gosh, I swear he made me do it.

WE WATCH as the Lamborghini speeds away ...



LATER

The Ghini CLIPS a car and sends it CAREENING off the road ...

                   DR. KOVAK
         Calm down, Peter. You're acting
         like a suicidal maniac.

The Ghini approaches yet another busy intersection ahead ...

                   DR. KOVAK (CONT'D)
         Although, I can't even die here.

He's done it many times by now. Without flinching, Dr. Kovak
GUNS the Ghini toward the intersection ...

DR. KOVAK'S POV - We approach a gap between vehicles moving
across ... It looks like another close call, but ... Suddenly
the side of a GREYHOUND BUS appears right in front of us ...

IN SLOW MOTION the hood of the Ghini CRUMPLES like a tin foil
... We FLY FORWARD and SLAM into the steering wheel ...

THE SCENE FADES TO BLACK.

                                          MATCH CUT TO:



PERSON'S POV - INT. HOSPITAL WARD

From the absolute darkness our vision MORPHS into blurry
white outlines ... We hear our heartbeat ... THUMP ... THUMP
... THUMP ... Forms slowly begin to take shape ...

We're in a hospital bed ... We raise our arm ... The heart
monitor is attached to our finger, and IV catheter goes into
our wrist. The arm drops ... We see the approaching nurse.
She is a plump gal in her late 20's ...

                   THE NURSE
         Hey, you woke up. We thought we
         lost you.

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a BUSINESS CARD ...

                   THE NURSE (CONT'D)
         Cops told me to call them when you
         regain consciousness, but they
         didn't handcuff you -
             (she puts the card on the
              stand next to the bed)
         - so I guess you're a good guy. And
         a cute one too.
             (smiles at us)
         I'm not gonna call them right away.

                   WE / VOICE OF DR. KOVAK (O.C.)
         Cops? What happened?

                   THE NURSE
         You tripped quite badly.



INSERT - EXT. STREET / SIGHT OF THE LAMBORGHINI CRASH - DAY

The Ghini PLOWS right into the bus - FULL FORCE ... THEN IN
SLOW MOTION as smoke BILLOWS OUT and DEBRIS fly all around it
slowly obscuring the view ...



BACK TO SCENE

                   WE / VOICE OF DR. KOVAK (O.C.)
         You think it's easy to hit a bus?

                   THE NURSE
             (confused)
         A bus? Sweetie, are you OK?



INT. HOSPITAL WARD - DAY

SPFX. We come out of POV and DO A QUICK 180 SWEEP around the
nurse and a person in bed ... and now face the bed ...

The bearded person in bed is FRANTICALLY FEELING his face as
if it was replaced in his sleep ... He puts his hands down
... THIS IS NOT DR. KOVAK! Instead we see Peter Lipski. He
quickly SITS UP on the bed with a look of horror of his face.

                   PETER
             (yelling)
         NOOOOO!!!

                   THE NURSE 
             (making him to lay down)
         Listen, you have to calm down.

                   PETER
             (flailing his arms and
              pushing her away)
         Who am I? Tell me, who the fuck am
         I?

The nurse, sensing trouble, quickly RUNS AWAY ... Peter
COLLAPSES in bed. Tears streak down his face ...

PETER'S POV - We look to the side and pick up the business
card. It reads, "DET. RICK MORRISION, CRIMINAL INVESTIGATIONS
UNIT" ... Next to it, a yellow page torn out of a notepad
catches our attention. We pick it up and see the message
scribbled in haste, 
"GET OUT QUICK MEET U AT PARKING LOT 555-873-2137" ...
             (beat)



INT. HOSPITAL / HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

The nurse leads a doctor and a male nurse through a busy
hallway ... They approach the ward ... Peter's bed is empty!

On the background Peter SNEAKS OUT from a side room wearing a
trench coat ... Not wasting a beat, he quickly WALKS AWAY ...



INT. HOSPITAL / FRONT RECEPTION AREA - DAY

Peter BOWS DOWN and QUICKLY WALKS past the front desk ...



EXT. HOSPITAL / FRONT - DAY

Peter SPRINTS AWAY from the building toward parking area ...



INSERT - INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - FLASHBACK (MOS)

PERSON'S POV - Through a glass window of a door into an
operating room. Doctors DESPERATELY try to RESUSCITATE a limp
body of a boy ... It looks like the last attempt ... They
STOP ...

Doctors WALK AWAY leaving several clamps and a tracheotomy
tube sticking out of the boy's body ...



END FLASHBACK

TIGHT ON Peter as he abruptly STOPS ... WAITS ... Then
changes direction and walks away from the parking lot ...

                                                CUT TO:



EXT. CITY STREET / PEDESTRIAN WALK - DAY - CONTINUOUS

Peter TRUDGES ALONG ... It looks like a busy weekday morning
and every pedestrian is preoccupied with their business ...

PETER'S POV - We watch cars on the street as we walk ... One
of them WARPS UP and DISTORTS ... We look straight at people
walking toward us ... One face MORPHS into an ugly apparition
... WE WATCH him until he passes us ...

PETER'S POV - We STARE at our reflection in the store-front
window - the unshaven man, wearing dirty clothes ... We get
CLOSER ... Our face in reflection TWISTS and CONTORTS ...

Peter GRABS his face and -

                   PETER
             (ominously loud)
         AHHH!!!

People passing Peter try to keep a wide berth ...



INSERT - INT. DR. KOVAK'S CAR - FLASHBACK (MOS)

DR. KOVAK'S POV - (When he almost ran over the homeless guy.)
We stare at the guy's cardboard sign - "SAVE YOURSELF.
TOMORROW WILL BE TO LATE!" ...



INSERT - INT. SHOPPING MALL / FOOD COURT - FLASHBACK (MOS)

DR. KOVAK'S POV - (The moment when we caught a glimpse of the
homeless guy walking by.) We concentrate on the sign in the
guy's hands - "SAVE YOURSELF. TOMORROW WILL BE TO LATE!". It
is the same sign! We look up ... The big billboard up above
reads, "DEL MONTE PLAZA" ...



END FLASHBACK

                   PETER
             (low voice, to himself)
         Del Monte Plaza.

                                                CUT TO:



SERIES OF SHOTS

A) Peter walks on the city street full of business people ...

B) Peter walks through an empty back-alley with only a
  garbage man throwing trash into a garbage truck ...

C) Peter walks on the break-down lane on an off-ramp of a
  freeway ...

D) Peter walks through an empty industrial complex ...

E) Del Monte Plaza sign comes to view as Peter walks toward
  it ...

F) Peter dodges people in the main walkway of the shopping
mall, looking around for something ...

G) Peter checks the food court seating area, still on the
  prowl ... Can't see it there, either ...

H) Peter walks outside through the mall front entrance doors.



EXT. DEL MONTE PLAZA / FRONT ENTRANCE - DAY

Peter stops to catch his breath ... He looks around ...

PETER'S POV - Something grabs our attention ... A MAN in a
distance resembles that same HOMELESS GUY ... In a brief
moment he vanishes behind parked cars ...

Peter BOLTS toward him ...



EXT. DEL MONTE PLAZA / PARKING LOT

Peter runs between cars, SEARCHING ... then stops ...

PETER'S POV - The homeless guy strolls away toward the public
park in a distance ...



EXT. PUBLIC PARK

The homeless guy is still ahead ... But, Peter is catching
up, following him in a FAST PACE ...



EXT. PUBLIC PARK / BENCH - DAY

The homeless guy sits down on the bench. He is untidy man in
late 50's, wearing dirty long coat, a beanie hat and cut-off
gloves. He takes a hot dog out of his coat pocket, unwraps it
and barely get a bite, when -

Peter RUNS UP and PLOPS DOWN on the bench next to him ... The
homeless guy FROWNS and SCOOTS AWAY ...

                   PETER
         Listen, I might be making a
         mistake. Have you seen me before?

The homeless guy slides further away on the bench ... Peter
CAN'T WAIT! He JUMPS OFF and SQUATS DOWN in front of the
homeless guy, who covers his hot dog as if Peter is after it.

                   PETER (CONT'D)
         Look at me. Did we meet before?

The homeless guy looks away and tries to stand up ...

                   PETER (CONT'D)
             (grabbing the guy's
              shoulders)
         Come on! It's very important!

                   THE HOMELESS GUY
             (scared for his life)
         No mister. I don't know you.

                   PETER
             (shaking the guy)
         Come on! Think hard!

The homeless guy has had enough! He PUSHES Peter away ...

                   THE HOMELESS GUY
         Mister, I see hundreds of people
         every day. What do you want from
         me? I'm homeless, ya know.

Peter WRENCHES the cardboard sign away from the guy and flips
it over ... "SAVE YOURSELF. TOMORROW WILL BE TO LATE!"

                   PETER
         It's you. I know it!

                   THE HOMELESS GUY
         What? Are you out again?

                   PETER
             (gets closer to the guy)
         What did you say?

                   THE HOMELESS GUY
             (jittery again)
         No, nothing. I really don't know
         nothing. I got to go, mister.

                   PETER
         You said AGAIN. How do you know me?

The homeless guy tries to leave ... Peter GRABS him ...

                   PETER (CONT'D)
         Out of what?

                   THE HOMELESS GUY
         Hey! I don't sell crack anymore. I
         got busted for that. I'm living a
         clean life now.
             (beat)

Peter lets him go ... He can't believe his ears ...

                   PETER
         You sold me crack!?

                   THE HOMELESS GUY
         Hell yeah. Unless you have a twin
         brother, or something -
             (chuckles)
         Well, back then you looked more
         like an office boy, ya know.
         But I don't do this anymore. I live
         a clean life now. Me and my lady -

                   PETER
         Look at me! Carefully!
             (grabs the guy again)
         Did you sell drugs to me before?

                   THE HOMELESS GUY
         Shit man, what the hell is wrong
         with you? You and yours always come
         to me when you're low. But that's
         it. No more! I'm living a clean
         life now.

                   PETER
         What did you sell me?

                   THE HOMELESS GUY
         Everything. Crack, acid, Horse,
         even freaky stuff. You used to run
         some experiments or some shit.

Peter RELEASES his clutch ... The homeless guy slowly BACKS
AWAY feeling his freedom ...



INSERT - EXT. GHETTO STREET - DAY - FLASHBACK (MOS)

PETER'S POV - We approach the same homeless guy ... He turns
around and greets us ... We hand him something and he hands
us a small plastic bag ...



END FLASHBACK

PETER'S POV - Our vision BLURS and objects DISTORT ...

                   THE HOMELESS GUY
         Hey, mister, are you OK? You look
         really bad. You need to go to a
         hospital or something.

Peter backs away and SLUMPS DOWN onto the bench ...



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) Peter RUNS INTO the E.R. holding a young boy ...

B) Peter YELLS at nurses as they take the boy away on a
  gurney and don't let him follow them ...

C) Peter KICKS a chair in the waiting room ... then SLIDES
  DOWN against the wall ... HOLDING his head ...



PETER'S POV - PARK

(MOS) Our vision DISTORTS in an LSD-like haze ... The
homeless guy tells us something, but we don't hear him.
Instead his previous words keep RINGING GARBLED in our head -

                   THE HOMELESS GUY (V.O.)
             (repeating over and over)
         Everything. Crack, acid, Horse,
         even freaky stuff. You used to run
         some experiments -

The homeless guy gives up and LEAVES ...

We're on the bench, looking at the morning park. People THROW
Frisbee ... A young mother PUSHES a stroller ... A couple
WALKS their dog ... their shapes FLOAT in surreal manner ...

We SHAKE our head to CLEAR our vision ... and LOOK UP at the
tree line. The SUN has just risen up above it ...

SPFX. Suddenly the sun TAKES OFF - a gliding fireball across
the sky. It slides at a semi-arc trajectory (like in a time
lapse animation) ... WE FOLLOW ... It goes all the way up to
the zenith and then rolls down past the trees ...

                                           DISSOLVE TO:



EXT. PUBLIC PARK / BENCH - DUSK

Peter comes to senses with a JOLT ... He is still on the same
bench, except it's now DARK and the park is deserted ...

Peter JUMPS UP to his feet ... The look on his face reveals
that it was a PAINFUL MOVE. He wants to leave -

Something catches Peter's attention ... He digs into his
pockets ... and pulls out the card.

TIGHT ON the business card, "DET. RICK MORRISION, CRIMINAL
INVESTIGATIONS UNIT" ...

                                                CUT TO:



INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

TIGHT ON the FAX MACHINE as it prints a black-and-white page
... It is Police Report. A grainy PICTURE of Peter comes out
framed in the corner ... "Peter Lipski" next to it.

The hand of Det. Fretwell picks up the fax print-out. He
looks it over ... and QUICKLY LEAVES ...

                                                CUT TO:



EXT. STREET CORNER - NIGHT

Peter mills around a lonely pay phone ... He checks the
change compartment. BINGO! It's a quarter. He inserts it into
the phone without wasting a beat, and pulls out the yellow
notepad page ... then dials off of it ... We hear RING ...
RING ... RING ... RING ... RING ...

                   MONTI (O.S.)
             (sleepy)
         Yeah.

                   PETER
         Monti?

                   MONTI (O.S.)
         Who is it?

                   PETER
         This is ... Ah ... You left me a
         note in the hospital.

                   MONTI (O.S.)
             (this wakes him up)
         Holy shit! Where've you been, bro?
         I thought you were dead by now.

                   PETER
         I wish. That would put a closure on
         everything. I think I tried it once
         today. It didn't work.

                   MONTI (O.S.)
         Bro, where the hell are you? I ...
         Ah -

                   PETER
         Yeah, listen. It's hard to ask a
         guy one hardly knows. But I really
         need your help. I don't think I
         know anyone in town besides you -

                   MONTI (O.S.)
         Sure. Where are you?

                                                CUT TO:



INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

The station is quiet. Det. Morrison works at his desk ...
Det. Fretwell walks up holding a paperwork folder.

                   DET. FRETWELL
         Hey, Rick, paperwork on your DOCTOR
         just came back from the Feds.
             (handing it to him)
         You wouldn't believe it.

It immediately draws Det. Morrison's attention. He opens the
folder and starts thumbing through it ... PAUSE ...

                   DET. MORRISON
         I'll be damned!
             (beat)

                                                CUT TO:



EXT. STREET CORNER - NIGHT

Peter is BLINDED by the headlights of a car that pulls up in
front. He SHIELDS his eyes with his hand ...



I/E. STREETS / MONTI'S CAR - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

They drive through deserted ghetto streets ... Peter, riding
shotgun, is ON THE LOOKOUT for something ... He is RESTLESS.

                   PETER
             (pointing out)
         Yeah! That's the house. Stop! Stop!
         Don't approach any closer.

Monti pulls the car over ... CONFUSED ...

Peter is very AGITATED ... We can see why - it's the house
where he (as Dr. Kovak) woke up in the dark green room ...
The street looks different at night though. All activity has
died out ... Couple of beat-up parked cars reveal presence of
earlier human life ...

                   PETER (CONT'D)
         Kill the headlights.

PETER'S POV - We hear the NOISE and look at the house ... 

Peter DUCKS DOWN and PUSHES Monti down as well ... 

The BIG BURLY GUY emerges from the side of the house pushing
a wheelchair with unconscious person covered by a comforter.
He walks down to the WHITE MINIVAN parked at the curb ...

                   PETER (CONT'D)
             (low, to himself)
         Josh!

Peter cracks the door open and is ready to leave -

                   PETER (CONT'D)
             (to Monti)
         Hey, where's your cellphone?

Monti pulls out his cellphone, confused and speechless ...

                   PETER (CONT'D)
             (grabs the cellphone)
         Listen! This is dangerous. Stay in
         the car.

Peter quietly closes the door ducking down behind the side of
Monti's car ... then CAUTIOUSLY SPRINTS forward still bending
down ... ON THE BACKGROUND we see the Big Guy pushing the
empty wheelchair back to the house ...

Peter SCURRIES toward a big dumpster trying to stay low and
hidden behind parked cars ... At the dumpster he PEEKS from
the side toward the house. It's QUIET again ...

TIGHT ON Peter as he pulls out the business card ... and
dials the number on Monti's cellphone ...

                                                CUT TO:



INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

TIGHT ON the cellphone on Det. Morrison's desk as it begins
VIBRATING ... The display on its front panel shows a FUNKY
ANIMATION and glows "Unknown - (555) 873-2137" ...

                   DET. MORRISON
             (opening his cellphone)
         Morrison.



EXT. STREET #1 - NIGHT

Peter SQUATS behind the dumpster, speaking in LOW VOICE -

                   PETER
         This is Peter Kovak. Remember me?



INTERCUT BETWEEN PETER AND DET. MORRISON

                   DET. MORRISON
             (stops typing)
         Yes, I do.

                   PETER
         I think I found the house.

                   DET. MORRISON
             (looking for a pen)
         Peter, tell me where are you?

                   PETER
             (briefly looking around)
         I don't know. It's the West Side.

                   DET. MORRISON
         OK. Look for the street names. Can
         you see any?

PETER'S POV - We look toward the street name sign ... and try
to concentrate on it ... "CULBERTON ST." -

                                          MATCH CUT TO:



PERSON'S POV - FLASHBACK - DAY (MOS)

- we look away from the same "CULBERTON ST." sign, while
walking on the driveway of the same house ...



END FLASHBACK

PETER'S POV - The green "CULBERTON ST." sign BLURS and
DISTORTS ... We turn around and search for another sign. It's
much farther away. We try to FOCUS on it ... and see
INDISTINCT "148TH AVE" ...

                   PETER
             (hyperventilating)
         I think it's Culbertson and 148th.
         I'm not sure though. It's a big
         brown house. They have a white
         minivan parked right next to it.

                   DET. MORRISON
         Peter. Listen! Stay where you are.
         Don't go inside.

                   PETER
             (pause)
         They have my son!

TIGHT ON the cellphone as Peter disconnects the call ...

                                                CUT TO:



INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

Det. Morrison JUMPS OFF his chair, grabs his coat and RUSHES
AWAY from the desk ...

                   DET. MORRISON
             (to another Detective)
         Where's Fretwell?

                   DETECTIVE #1
         He went out to get carry-outs.

                   DET. MORRISON
             (checking his gun)
         Shit! Radio him. We got our doctor.
         148th and Culbertson. Look for the
         big brown townhouse.

Detective #1 scribbles it down as Det. Morrison leaves ...



EXT. STREET #1 - NIGHT

Peter DASHES toward the minivan, staying low ... He PEEKS
INSIDE using his both hands against the window ...

An indistinct FEMALE VOICE cuts through the silence at a
distance. Peter STEALS A LOOK through the minivan window and
quickly DUCKS DOWN ...

TIGHT ON Peter's face bearing an expression of TOTAL SHOCK ...

We see the Big Guy and BETSY walking toward the minivan from
the house ...



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) TIGHT ON Peter and Betsy passionately MAKING OUT ...

B) Peter (instead of Dr. Kovak) and Betsy HAVE SEX in the
  back alley of a night club ...



END FLASHBACK

TIGHT ON Peter staying low, his back to the minivan ...

                   BETSY
             (sound of opening minivan
              door)
         We can't go without him.

Peter TENSES UP ... PAUSE ...

                   BETSY (CONT'D)
         OK. Go get him.

The minivan door is SHUT with a bang ... PAUSE ... Soon it is
quiet again. Peter SIGHS a relief ...

Peter turns around to sneak a peek from the side of the
minivan ... then DARTS AWAY toward the house ...

TIGHT ON Monti's car. Monti is NOT THERE ...



EXT. STREET #2 - NIGHT

The unmarked car pulls up to the curb. Det. Morrison JUMPS
OUT holding a handgun and quickly walks out of the shot ...



EXT. HOUSE / BACKYARD - NIGHT

Peter CAUTIOUSLY walks along the side of the house ...



EXT. HOUSE / BACKYARD - DAY - FLASHBACK

PETER'S POV - A huge ROTTWEILER jumps out (the scene with Dr.
Kovak earlier) as he is walking out of the house ...



END FLASHBACK

TIGHT ON the chain on the ground ... NO DOG in sight ...

Peter carefully BACKS AWAY from the spot ...

Suddenly the house side-door swings open just a foot away
from Peter ... He FREEZES FLAT against the house wall ... The
door stops just an INCH AWAY from his face ...

PETER'S POV - The person who opened the door stops at the
threshold ... CIGARETTE SMOKE reveals his presence ...

                   "THE SMOKER"
         Where the hell is he?

TIGHT ON the cellphone in Peter's hand as it begins BLINKING
and VIBRATING ...

TIGHT ON Peter's face FULL OF HORROR ...



INSERT - EXT. STREET #2 - NIGHT

Det. Morrison holds the cellphone to his ear while pacing
around an empty driveway ...



BACK TO SCENE

TIGHT ON the cellphone in Peter's hand as he BLINDLY PUSHES
buttons to kill it before it goes into ring-tone ... He
succeeds. The phone GOES QUIET ...

TIGHT ON Peter as he CLOSES his eyes and HOLDS his breath ...



INSERT - EXT. STREET #2 - NIGHT

Frustrated, Det. Morrison walks back to his car and gets in
... He DRIVES AWAY and makes a turn ... Right at that moment
a police squad car appears in the background driving fast
toward us ...



BACK TO SCENE

The house side-door GETS SHUT ... Peter lets out a sigh of
relief ...



INT. HOUSE / SIDE-DOOR - NIGHT

The view is clear through a small window on the door ... Then
Peter's face APPEARS in it ... He PEEKS IN and HIDES away ...
PAUSE ... The door slowly opens and Peter SNEAKS IN ...



INT. HOUSE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

Peter SKULKS through a dark hallway ...

TIGHT ON the door as Peter OPENS IT ... and walks in. The
room is DARK having only ambient light from outside. An
untidy BED is in the middle ... A medical SOLUTION BAG with
IV is attached to a STAND next to the bed ... A DEPRESSION in
the bed reveals recent presence of an occupant in it ...

Peter CAUTIOUSLY proceeds toward the bed ...

TIGHT ON Peter's CONTORTED face in response to PUTRID AIR ...

Suddenly BRIGHT FLASHLIGHT pours in ... Peter SWIVELS AROUND
to become FACE TO FACE with the Big Guy shining the
flashlight into Peter's face ...

                   THE BIG GUY
         And we thought you'd never come.
             (beat)

Peter CHARGES into the side opening ... KNOCKING OFF a tray
with medical tools, sending them FLYING everywhere ...



INT. HOUSE / ROOM #2 - NIGHT

Peter BREAKS THROUGH the side entrance ... He STUMBLES and
CRASHES DOWN on the floor ... This room also has no light ...
He quickly PULLS himself up BRACING against the bed ...

PETER FREEZES looking at a FRAIL MAN on the bed ... PAUSE ...

PETER'S POV - The man has IV TUBES going into his wrist and
nose. He appears to be unconscious ... then suddenly the man
OPENS his eyes, and tries to RAISE his hand toward us ... The
FLASHLIGHT BEAM hits his face and shifts his attention.



INT. HOUSE / HALLWAY - NIGHT

The door FLINGS wide open and Peter RUSHES OUT ...



EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREETS - NIGHT

Det. Morrison's unmarked car approaches an intersection ...

SPFX. TIGHT ON the street name sign ... First being BLURRY
"148TH AVE", it CLEARS into "143RD AVE" ...

We hear the SOUND OF BRAKES ...

WIDE ON the intersection as Det. Morrison's car makes a SHARP
TURN and heads down the street ...



INT. HOUSE / HALLWAY - NIGHT

Peter RUNS through the dark hallway ... Suddenly a glimmer of
faint LIGHT appears ahead ... This is the living room ...



INT. HOUSE / LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

SLAM! Peter BUMPS into someone. The person PULLS the string
and a single overhead LAMP COMES ON ...

THIS IS MONTI! He is not fazed a bit ... Peter quickly LOOKS
BACK ... HE IS CORNERED! The Big Guy blocks the way back ...

                   PETER
             (to Monti)
         No! Not you!

Peter starts backing away from his captors ...

                   THE BIG GUY
         Enough bullshit. It's time to go.

                   PETER
         Where's my son, you bastards?

                   MONTI
             (with a smirk)
         Bro, you're some freak.

                   PETER
         Shut up! I didn't expect this from
         you. I thought I could trust you.

                   MONTI
         Trust me? You're the wackiest son
         of a bitch. First I'm hired to
         watch you and then you don't trust
         me?

                   PETER
         Watch me! Who hired you?

                   MONTI
             (looks at the Big Guy)
         You.
             (beat)



EXT. STREET #2 - NIGHT

The neighborhood comes to life as police squad cars quietly
line up on the street outside of a brown townhouse. The
uniforms pour out and converge by a SWAT van ...

Det. Fretwell surrounded by a group of SWAT Team soldiers
impatiently PACES AROUND ... He checks his watch, then -

                   DET. FRETWELL
             (into the radio)
         We're going in.

Two heavy-set men wearing face masks and bullet-proof vests
SMASH IN the front door of the townhouse using the police
battering ram ... Other members of the SWAT Team RUSH INSIDE
following the line formation ...



INT. HOUSE / LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Peter DARTS toward the hallway, toward the DARKNESS ... He
suddenly STOPS and begins BACKING AWAY ...

The GUN points at Peter from the darkness ... He begins
slowly moving away from it, back into the room ... It also
slowly REVEALS the person with the gun, who comes out into
the light ... THIS IS DET. MORRISON ...

                   PETER
         Detective, thank God you found me.

                   DET. MORRISON
         You bet, I did.

Det. Morrison positions himself so that he can scope them all
... Monti and the Big Guy back off toward the wall ...

                   PETER
         Why did it take you so long?

                   DET. MORRISON
         That was a clever street trick,
         Peter.

                   PETER
             (confused)
         What?

Peter TAKES OFF toward the hallway ...

                   PETER (CONT'D)
         Listen, Detective, we have to find
         my son. He is somewhere in this
         house -

                   DET. MORRISON
         Hey! Not so quickly.
             (shifts the gun on Peter)
         Your son isn't here.
             (beat)

Peter FREEZES not believing his eyes (and ears) ...

                   PETER
         What?
             (pause)
         I thought you were a cop?

                   DET. MORRISON
         I am the cop.
             (shows his badge)
         The question is, who are you?
             (beat)

                   PETER
             (smiling)
         Who am I? Oh, I get it. This is
         happening again, that weird stuff
         in my dreams.
             (looks around at all of
              them in the room)
         This is not real. Right?

                   DET. MORRISON
         It is real. You have confused your
         life so much that you can't tell
         hallucination from reality anymore.

                   PETER
         Well, of course, you'd say that.
         You're in it, too. How else would
         you know who am I?

                   DET. MORRISON
         How about the FBI file?
             (Peter loses his smile)
         Your name is pretty real in it.
             (pause)
         I think I now know who you are,
         Peter Lipski.



INSERT - INT. APARTMENT - DAY - FLASHBACK (MOS)

NOTE: THE FOLLOWING FLASHBACKS OVERLAP WITH DET. MORRISON'S
DIALOG.

PETER'S POV of himself in the mirror as he just put on the
clean T-shirt (the one we saw Dr. Kovak woke up in) ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.)
         The first official record of you
         comes from a medical school where
         you and your girlfriend were quite
         an item.



INSERT - INT. COLLEGE CLASSROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK (MOS)

Peter and Betsy MAKE OUT in the back of the classroom ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.)
         It is so bad that you never
         graduated. And the reason is
         simple. Extensive drug abuse.



INSERT - INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY - DAY - FLASHBACK (MOS)

Peter playfully beckons Betsy into a storage room ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.)
         You had something else in mind
         besides studying. What a brilliant
         idea? Two junkies interning through
         hospitals.

TIGHT ON Peter as he furtively THROWS couple pills into his
mouth ... He and Betsy start GIGGLING ...



BACK TO SCENE

                   DET. MORRISON
         Of course it didn't last long at
         one place.

Det. Morrison TURNS ON his flashlight and POINTS it toward a
bed with the soiled sheets and medical paraphernalia ...

                   DET. MORRISON (CONT'D)
         I don't know whose idea it was, but
         you were Bonnie and Clyde of your
         trade. You went all over the
         country -



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) EXEC OFFICE. Peter dressed up in a suit applies for job.

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.)
         - New Jersey, Maryland, Virginia,
         Oregon, California, Colorado. You
         operated from coast to coast. You
         knew how to work the system.

B) STORAGE ROOM. Peter and Betsy quickly DIG THROUGH medical
  supplies and STUFF them into a duffel bag ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.) (CONT'D)
         By the time hospital officials knew
         what happened you were long gone.

C) HOSPITAL - NIGHT. Peter and Betsy SNEAK OUT from the back
  door ... and RUN toward the parking lot, EXCITED ...



BACK TO SCENE

                   DET. MORRISON
         But you always wanted to be someone
         better than a petty thief. You
         always wanted to be a doctor. I bet
         that thought never left your head.

FROWNING, Peter looks up at Det. Morrison ...

                   DET. MORRISON (CONT'D)
         Oh, yeah. You wanted it bad. Isn't
         that right, Dr. Kovak?
             (chuckles)
         The interesting fact is that the
         real Dr. Kovak is indeed a
         prominent neurosurgeon. And you and
         your girlfriend are nothing more
         than a couple of stalkers that
         badly wanted to be him.

                   PETER
         Enough! It's not true!

                   DET. MORRISON
         Well then, how'd you recall all the
         midnight calls and visits to his
         house?



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) APARTMENT. Peter talks emotionally on the phone ... then
  hangs up and LAUGHS hysterically ...

B) LANDSCAPE - DUSK. Peter and Betsy get up on an outcrop
  overlooking real Dr. Kovak's house ... Peter SWINGS a golf
  club ... HITS the ball ... It FLIES OFF toward the house
  ... Peter and Betsy DUCK DOWN and LAUGH ...

C) Peter is handcuffed and led into a police car ...

D) Peter holds a police NAME PLATE ... Camera FLASHES and
  captures the black-and-white STILL of Peter's mug-shot as
  we saw it in the Police Report earlier ...



INSERT - INT. LECTURE ROOM - FLASHBACK (MOS)

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.)
         You even diligently attended all of
         his lectures.

Real Dr. Kovak, that is a much older guy, is on stage ...
"SECRETS OF HUMAN BRAIN" is displayed on the wide screen
behind him ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.) (CONT'D)
         These visits to see Dr. Kovak
         didn't just go in vain.

TIGHT ON Peter sitting in the audience ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.) (CONT'D)
         He called it the ALTERED STATE OF
         MIND, a drug-induced coma that
         shuts down all the senses and makes
         the brain responsible to create its
         own reality. It was just a theory.



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) TIGHT ON Peter's arm getting a SHOT from a syringe while
  lying in bed ... He shuts his eyes and drifts off ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.)
         Poor doctor had no clue that
         someone would actually try it out.

NOTE: THEN PREVIOUS SCENES WITH DR. KOVAK REPLACED BY PETER.

B) YACHT. Peter dances with Jessica ...

C) CLINIC. Peter in a surgeon's outfit performs surgery ...

D) STREET. Peter drives the Lamborghini ... then the VIOLENT
  CRASH into the Greyhound bus ...



INSERT - INT. HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK (MOS)

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.)
         And, you had the way to do it.

Peter and Betsy pose an a young couple checking out the
rental house ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.) (CONT'D)
         You rent an inconspicuous house on
         the outskirts of town.
         You do it right. You're friendly
         with a landlord. You pay your rent
         on time to keep him happy.

(MOS) Asian-looking landlord lady laughs at Peter's joke ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.) (CONT'D)
         Once you're in, the game begins. You
         equip the house. Security system,
         beds, basic medical supplies, IV's,
         waste drains, pulse readers. You
         don't need much. Human body remains
         peaceful in that state.



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) Peter and the Big Guy MOVE IN hospital beds ...

B) Peter and the Big Guy install METALLIC SECURITY DOOR ...

C) Peter PROGRAMS the KEYPAD for the security door ...



BACK TO SCENE

                   DET. MORRISON
         And then your cocktail. You're the
         one who knows what's in it. Don't
         you, Peter?

TIGHT ON Peter's face. He lowers his eyes ...

                   DET. MORRISON (CONT'D)
         I got your report from the
         hospital. It's a doc-talk shit.
         Hard to read.



INSERT - INT. HOUSE / DARK GREEN ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK (MOS)

Peter takes off his jeans and hangs it on a chair ... He is
in the T-shirt (we saw Dr. Kovak wearing when he woke up). He
lies down in bed while Betsy hangs the IV solution bag ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.)
         Amphetamines, PCP, traces of
         morphine. You got it all.

TIGHT ON Peter's arm as Betsy INSERTS the catheter ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.) (CONT'D)
         You put yourself out. But you're
         not dead.
         Your body is unconscious but it's
         still functioning in some sort of
         suspended animation.

TIGHT ON the bed as Peter drifts away ...



BACK TO SCENE

Peter nervously CHECKS his arms ... We see distinctive NEEDLE
MARKS ...

                   DET. MORRISON
         Tough shit. I don't know how you
         freaks get your rocks off on that
         stuff, but it sounds like this
         little invention of yours can keep
         you out of society for months.



INSERT - INT. DARK GREEN ROOM - FLASHBACK (MOS)

SPFX. (O.V.) SPEEDED UP MANY TIMES OVER we see Peter lying in
bed on his back ... He is unconscious, moving only slightly.

SPFX. TIGHT ON the waste container under the bed as it FILLS
UP with urine ...



BACK TO SCENE

                   DET. MORRISON
             (looking at Monti)
         All you needed is to find a shit
         head to take out your piss, and to
         look after you when you come out of
         your trips to the Wonderland.
         Because it looks like when you do
         come out, your brain gets all -
             (searches for word)
         - fucked up.

PAUSE as Det. Morrison laughs at his own joke ...

                   DET. MORRISON (CONT'D)
         Until today, you were avoiding
         authorities for over ten years.
             (beat)

                   PETER
         Well, that's very interesting
         Detective. Where is my son?

                   DET. MORRISON
             (sighing)
         Well, you weren't bad all the time.
         Nope. Once you even tried to quit
         this life style. You gave a boot to
         a girlfriend and found a wife.

Peter looks up at Det. Morrison in surprise ...



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) Peter ARGUES with Betsy ... She violently THROWS something
  at him and walks away SLAMMING the door ...

B) Peter holds a BRIDE during the marriage ceremony at a
  church. He smiles and looks happy ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.)
         You had a son. Joshua.



BACK TO SCENE

This gives Peter a JOLT ... He gets closer to Det. Morrison,
who stops him by SHIFTING the gun at him ...

                   DET. MORRISON
         But as they say, every jailbird has
         to go back to its cage. You could
         not really stop. The temptation was
         too strong to fight, the drug
         addiction - too powerful to quit.

                   PETER
             (angry)
         Where is my son?

                   DET. MORRISON
         I saw his medical chart - 



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) Peter sits by Josh's bed, looking him over ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.)
         Doctors stated the case of severe
         insomnia. The stuff that no one
         actually studied extensively
         before. But you knew it better.

B) Peter gives Josh couple of PILLS at a dinner table ...
  Josh looks at him ... and SWALLOWS them ...

C) Josh TOSSES and TURNS in his bed while sleeping ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.) (CONT'D)
         You wanted to play a doctor and try
         your own treatment on him. Didn't
         you think you were a master to
         manipulate human mind?

D) Peter walks into Josh's bedroom and makes an intravenous
  INJECTION into his arm ... Josh STARTS TO CRY ... Peter
  pulls him near and hugs ...



BACK TO SCENE

                   PETER
         WHAT?

                   DET. MORRISON
         You see, you can't even believe
         yourself now.

Peter begins PACING AROUND ... RUBBING his face ...

                   DET. MORRISON (CONT'D)
         We would never learn about your son
         if not for the efforts of one
         conscientious woman. Your baby
         sitter.



INSERT - INT. JOSH'S ROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK (MOS)

Peter leaves the room ... Lorna SNEAKS IN behind his back ...
She BEELINES toward Josh who is whimpering in bed ...



BACK TO SCENE

                   DET. MORRISON
         If she didn't report you, we would
         never know all this. She collected
         most of the information on you. She
         also seems to be the only one who
         really cared about your son -

                   PETER
         ENOUGH of this bullshit! Tell me
         where is he?

                   DET. MORRISON
         Oh, come on. You must remember
         something. Don't tell me that this
         shit fried your brain completely?

                   PETER
             (desperate)
         What happened to him?

                   DET. MORRISON
         When people play God, accidents
         happen even to the best players.



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) Josh CONVULSES in bed and FOAMS at the mouth ...

B) Peter RUNS into the E.R. holding unconscious Josh, his
  shirt stained with blood ...

C) Josh is RUSHED AWAY on the gurney ... A nurse STOPS Peter,
  who tries to follow him ...

D) Peter backs away to the wall ... and slides down to the
  floor, holding his head with both hands ...



BACK TO SCENE

                   PETER
             (angrily staring at Det.
              Morrison)
         Who did this to my son?



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) Peter JUMPS UP to his feet when the doctor approaches him
  ... The doctor lowers his eyes ... We see a LOOK OF PANIC
  on Peter's face ...

                   DET. MORRISON (V.O.)
         You did, Peter -

B) Peter slowly walks away from the doctor ...



BACK TO SCENE

                   DET. MORRISON
         You killed your own son.
             (beat)

TIGHT ON Peter's face, wet with running tears ...

                   DET. MORRISON (CONT'D)
         You've gone way too far. And it's
         gotta end now.

TIGHT ON Det. Morrison's cellphone on his belt. The screen
comes alive with a FUNKY ANIMATION as it begins VIBRATING ...

                   PETER
             (indifferently)
         You know, Detective, you haven't
         said anything about my significant
         other? Shouldn't she be here with
         us tonight?

RING ... RING ... Det. Morrison quickly looks at Peter and
then down at the cellphone on his belt ...

TIGHT ON the cellphone. It glows, "FRETWELL" ...

TIGHT ON Det. Morrison as the SILHOUETTE of Betsy appears
from the darkness behind him ... She quickly STABS a syringe
into his neck ...
             (beat)



INSERT - EXT. STREET #2 / TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT

Det. Fretwell walks down the hallway with a cellphone to his
ear ... The house is BUSTLING with uniforms and sleepy
tenants being FRISKED for nothing ... Det. Fretwell waits for
answer, visibly IRATE ...



BACK TO SCENE

Det. Morrison TRIES TO TURN ... Betsy is QUICK TO MOVE behind
him while holding the syringe lodged in his neck ... Det.
Morrison GROWLS and ... BAM! ... BAM! He SHOOTS twice ...
Both shots reach no one ...

Det. Morrison DROPS to his knees as Betsy PULLS OUT the
syringe ... He LOSES the gun and GRABS his neck ...

TIGHT ON the floor. We see the gun ... Then the limp body of
Det. Morrison FALLS FLAT next to it ...

                   BETSY
             (kicking away the gun)
         Good timing, Peter.



INSERT - EXT. STREET #2 - NIGHT

Det. Fretwell along with the SWAT Team guys stand in a semi
circle around Detective #1 (the one who wrote down the house
address from Det. Morrison) ...

                   DET. FRETWELL
         Are you sure he gave you this
         address?

                   DETECTIVE #1
         Yes. Hundred-forty-eight and
         Culbertson.

Det. Fretwell walks away, FRUSTRATED ... He pulls out his
CELLPHONE and dials again ...



BACK TO SCENE

Peter stands IN SHOCK in the middle of the room ...

                   PETER
         I guess, what he said is true?

                   BETSY
         Well, some of it. Cops always make
         it sound worse.

Monti comes into view, breathing heavily.

                   MONTI
         We gotta get the hell outta here.
         There're cops everywhere. His
         friends will be here at any moment.

                   BETSY
             (to the Big Guy and Monti)
         Load everything up. We're leaving.

The Big Guy and Monti rush out of the room ...

                   BETSY (CONT'D)
         Obviously our Detective made a
         mistake, as otherwise the cavalry
         would've been here already.

Betsy PULLS OUT another SYRINGE ... and offers it to Peter.

                   BETSY (CONT'D)
         We've got to end it.

TIGHT ON Det. Morrison's cellphone on his belt ... A FUNKY
ANIMATION glows on the screen ... then RING ... RING ... The
phone VIBRATES and displays, "FRETWELL" ...

                   PETER
             (to Det. Morrison)
         I didn't mean to mislead you,
         Detective. I truly wanted to help.

TIGHT ON Det. Morrison on the floor TRYING to move his hand
that is just inches away from his cellphone ... But, all he
can do is slightly twitch his fingers ...



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) Peter and Betsy SNEAK into a dark medical storage room ...
  They quickly begin stuffing medication into a bag ...

B) A bottle DROPS DOWN. SMASH! ... Peter and Betsy look at
  each other ... They erupt in hushed laughter ...

C) SECURITY ROOM. A night guard hears something ... He
  quickly GETS UP and leaves ...

D) Night guard opens the door into the storage room, turns on
  the LIGHT and walks in holding a night stick ... Suddenly
  Peter appear from behind. He LEAPS FORWARD and THRUSTS a
  SYRINGE into the guard's neck, while still holding him
  from behind ... (That's who Betsy learned it from.)

E) Night guard FALLS DOWN on the floor ... Peter grabs
  Betsy's arm and they RUN OUT of the storage room ...



BACK TO SCENE

TIGHT ON Peter staring at the syringe in Betsy's hand ...

                   BETSY
         Come on, now. It takes you longer
         and longer to get back to being
         yourself.

                   PETER
         Being myself?

Betsy smiles and PUTS the syringe into Peter's hand ...

                   BETSY
         I'll lower your doze. We don't have
         much time though. You've got to
         finish it.
             (beat)



LATER

Peter SQUATS DOWN in front of Det. Morrison on the floor,
holding the syringe ...

TIGHT ON Det. Morrison's eyes DARTING from side to side ...

                   PETER
             (after a pause)
         Well, Detective. You were right.
         It's gonna end now.

TIGHT ON Det. Morrison's face as his eyes SHOOT WIDE OPEN ...

                                                CUT TO:



EXT. STREET #1 - NIGHT

The white minivan drives away from the house ...



I/E. WHITE MINIVAN - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

Peter watches out of the window as the minivan drives through
the neighborhood ... ON THE BACKGROUND we catch a glimpse of
POLICE STROBES as we pass intersection with the 148th Ave.

Peter looks away ... pale and dreamy ...

PETER'S POV - A thin sickly guy is in the seat in front of us
... On the side there's a man hunched over in the wheelchair.
He is covered by a comforter and is unconscious. The IV tube
is still attached to his wrist ...

Betsy tries to hang a new solution bag on the stand next to
the guy in a wheelchair ... 

                   PETER
         Do you know where my wife is?

                   BETSY
             (smiling)
         Who knows, Peter. How many women
         would tolerate you anyway?
             (pause)
         I heard she passed away.

                   PETER
         How many times have we done this?

                   BETSY
         Who counts? You need to give props
         to Monti though. He is the one
         who's saving your ass every time.

                   PETER
         Saving my ass?

                   BETSY
         Yeah. These trips are quite fun
         except when you flip out. You do
         lots of crazy stuff and need
         someone to watch you.



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

A) Peter JUMPS UP in bed TEARING IV tubes out ... Betsy RUNS
  UP to him. He FLAILS his arms and HITS her ...

B) Peter WANDERS aimlessly through a dark hallway ...

C) Peter WALKS like a zombie along shoppers in a mall ...

D) Peter HITS passer-by in the face for no apparent reason.

E) Security guards DRAG Peter through a tiled hallway ... then
  BEAT him ruthlessly with night sticks ...

F) Betsy and Monti discuss something on the street ... Monti
  nods and Betsy hands him an ENVELOPE that he stuffs into
  his jacket ... He nods again, smiles and walks away ...



END FLASHBACK

                   PETER
         You mean, he knew everything from
         the get-go?

                   BETSY
         Of course. You wouldn't be here
         without him.



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK

A) STREET. (MOS) Monti answers his cellphone ... and looks
  around ... then Peter RUNS into him (when he was first
  trying to escape the HOUSE as Dr. Kovak)

B) Monti walks away from Peter in the SHOPPING MALL / BURGER
  PLACE, then pulls out his cellphone -

                   MONTI
             (into the cellphone)
         He is getting better.

C) Monti walks through the hallway in the HOSPITAL ... Peter
  lies unconscious in bed as Det. Morrison stands next to
  him giving his CARD to the nurse ... Monti abruptly
  CHANGES direction ...

D) (MOS) Monti approaches the desk nurse in the HOSPITAL ...
  She gives him a notepad ... He quickly scribbles the note
  we saw, tears a YELLOW PAGE out, and gives it to her ...
  She nods ...



END FLASHBACK

                   PETER
             (low voice, dejected)
         Was it true about Josh?

Betsy STOPS fixing the catheter and looks at Peter ... then
gets near him and sits down across the aisle ...

                   BETSY
         It wasn't your fault, Peter. There
         was nothing that you could do.

                   PETER
             (tearing up)
         So this is true?

                   BETSY
             (puts her hand on his)
         Don't let it get to you again.

                   PETER
             (shaking off her hand,
              almost yelling)
         I killed my son! How can you say
         this?

Betsy lowers her eyes ...

TIGHT ON Betsy's hand holding a SYRINGE ...

                   BETSY
         This won't make you feel better. We
         went through this many times
         before. I wish you remembered.

Peter looks at her SURPRISED ... tears running on his face.

                   BETSY (CONT'D)
         That boy is mostly the reason why
         you do this. This is your only way
         to escape reality and to forget
         about him.

Betsy reaches out for his arm ...

                   PETER
             (looking at the syringe)
         I don't want to do this anymore.

                   BETSY
             (smiling slightly)
         Peter, you cannot quit, remember?

                   PETER
         What?

                   BETSY
         If you stop at any moment your body
         will not function without it -



INSERT - INT. ROOM - FLASHBACK

Peter, holding a syringe, sits next to Betsy who lies in bed.
He is answering the exact same question for her -

                   PETER
             (continuing the sentence)
         - your systems will shut down in
         less than a couple of days. You
         will be in a coma shortly
         thereafter.

He kisses Betsy on the lips ...

                   PETER (CONT'D)
         Are you sure you want to do this?

                   BETSY
             (waits, then nods)
         There's no way back. Remember?

Betsy SMILES at Peter ...

TIGHT ON Peter's face as he SMILES back at her ...



END FLASHBACK

Betsy grabs Peter's forearm and brings her other hand with
the SYRINGE closer to it ...

                   BETSY
             (softly)
         Peter, there's really nothing left
         in this world. It's all just pain,
         loss and grief. We're better than
         that.
             (smiling)
         They won't catch us. We're always
         going to be one step ahead of them.

The minivan is now driving on a lonely Interstate highway ...
We catch Monti's look at us in the rear-view mirror. He is
the one driving the minivan.

                   MONTI
         Yeah, Boss. I got us a really cool
         house this time. It's in Montana.
         By the lake. Really secluded place.
         You'll love it.

TIGHT ON Peter's arm as Betsy pulls an EMPTY syringe away
from it ...

Peter looks down at his arm ... then back up at Betsy ...

                   PETER
         They'll eventually find that cop.

                   BETSY
         So what? Peter, you devised this
         plan. It's perfect. Sometimes I
         think that you're a genius. Why do
         you think they still haven't caught
         us?

Peter looks at her. He really doesn't know ...

                   BETSY (CONT'D)
         Because we're not murderers.
             (beat)

                   PETER
             (drugs kicking in)
         But the shot -

                   BETSY
         It was a sedative with a big dose
         of Zolpidem. Our detective will
         wake up the next morning with a bad
         headache in an empty house not
         knowing what hit him. He really has
         nothing. He wouldn't even be able
         to prove that someone was there
         with him.

PETER'S POV as our vision begins to BLUR ... We turn to see
smiling Betsy ... She puts her hand on our shoulder ...

                   BETSY (CONT'D)
         Peter, relax. Everything will be
         alright.

THE SCENE MORPHS INTO -



SERIES OF SHOTS - FLASHBACK (MOS)

NOTE: WE RE-LIVE SOME OF THE PREVIOUS SCENES BACKWARDS IN A
QUICK SUCCESSION.

A) HOUSE / LIVING ROOM as Betsy sticks the syringe into Det.
  Morrison's neck ...

B) HOUSE / BACK YARD as Peter sneaks along the back wall ...

C) PUBLIC PARK as Peter sits motionless on the bench ...
  SPFX. We see shadows quickly move around him in a time
  lapse animation ...

D) HOSPITAL / OPERATING ROOM as doctors fight to revive
  lifeless body of Peter ...

E) POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM as Peter touches his reflection
  in the mirror ...

F) SHOPPING MALL (Peter's POV) as we see the Homeless Guy
  walking along ...

G) HOUSE / FRONT as Peter runs into Monti for the first
  time ...

H) HOUSE / HALLWAY as dazed Peter wanders through ...

I) DARK GREEN ROOM (O.V.) as Peter lies strapped in bed ...

                                                CUT TO:



INT. DR. KOVAK'S HOUSE / BEDROOM - DAY

(O.V.) Dr. Kovak wakes up on a clean bed in his house ...

TIGHT ON Dr. Kovak's cleanly shaved face covered in sweat ...
He looks around, confused ... He is momentarily LOST IN
THOUGHT ...

He smiles ... Everything is alright. Everything is back to
normal ...

(How long do we remember our bad dreams anyway?)

                                              FADE OUT.



                         THE END









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