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               A TRAFFIC JAM - DAY

               A hard RAIN falls over all we see.

               And... a FREEWAY snakes far, but the cars do not move in the
               northbound lane.  

               Southbound is moving fine.  

               IN STOPPED TRAFFIC-- horns are not blaring.  The situation is
               accepted by everyone behind the wheel.  Just like the guy in
               that car.  The blue Honda.  In the number three lane.  

               THE LEGEND APPEARS:

                                        Modern Day



               INT. HONDA - DAY

               TIM COUCH, 28 but with eyes that betray his age, drums his
               fingers on the wheel.  Staccato beats a way of removing
               himself from this frustration.

               Beside him, in the passenger seat, EMILY COUCH, 26, folds her
               hands.

                                   EMILY
                       Knock it off, please.

                                   TIM
                       Sorry.

               He stops the drumming.  Turns on the radio.

                                   EMILY
                       Please...

                                   TIM
                       It's one or the other, Emily.

                                   EMILY
                       You need more options.  

                                   TIM
                       Don't I know it.

               A moment of silence.  Tim resumes the tapping.

                                   EMILY
                       We're going to be late.

                                   TIM
                       You think?

               Emily unlatches her seatbelt.

                                   TIM
                       What are you doing?!

                                   EMILY
                       Walking.

               She opens the car door and climbs out.

                                   TIM
                       Emily, what the hell are you doing?! 
                       You'll kill yourself!

                                   EMILY
                       I wish.



               EXT. FREEWAY - DAY

               Defying the pounding rain, Emily shuts the car door and worms
               her way between cars trapped in traffic.  To the median. 
               Over it.  Where... and this stops our heart... she casually
               crosses the OTHER LANES OF FAST MOVING TRAFFIC. 

               Cars whip by at 80 mph missing her by inches but there's NO
               FEAR IN HER EYES; a Sunday stroll in the park as far as she's
               concerned. 

               She SOMEHOW makes it to the other side of the freeway, swings
               one leg over the guardrail, and continues down an incline...
               to a neighborhood a few hundred yards away.



               INT. HONDA - DAY

               Tim is FREAKING OUT!  Panting hard, he steers the car to the
               median and cuts the engine.  Explodes out of the car.



               EXT. FREEWAY MEDIAN - SAME

               Tim stands.  Watches Emily in the distance.  She's safe.  He
               exhales.



               EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

               Pretty, shingled homes, quiet streets.

               Emily walks with determination through the rain, quickly
               drenched.  



               EXT. HOME - DAY

               GAIL, a middle aged real estate agent, stands under an
               umbrella, in the driveway.  She checks her watch.

               Emily turns a corner and walks quickly toward Gail.

                                   GAIL
                       Mrs. Couch!  There you are.

                                   EMILY
                       Sorry.  We hit some traffic.  The
                       rain.

                                   GAIL
                       Where's your car?

                                   EMILY
                       Really?

                                   GAIL
                       Um... would you like to stand under my
                       umbrella?

                                   EMILY
                       I'm good.  This is it?

                                   GAIL
                       Three bedrooms, two and a half bath.

                                   EMILY
                             (eyes take one sweep
                              across the outside)
                       We'll take it.

                                   GAIL
                       Uhhh... would you like to see the
                       inside?

                                   EMILY
                       I'm sure its fine.

               The Honda barrels down the street and SCREECHES to a stop at
               the new house.  Tim, again, explodes from the drivers seat.

                                   TIM
                       What the hell was that?!

                                   EMILY
                       Tim, Gail.  Gail, my husband, Tim.

                                   TIM
                       You could have been killed!

                                   EMILY
                       Well I wasn't.

                                   TIM
                       What could I have done?  I can't save
                       you from that!  I can't magically lift
                       the cars from the freeway so they
                       don't hit you.

                                   EMILY
                       I didn't ask you to!

                                   TIM
                       Even if you did ask me, I couldn't! 
                       Even if you wanted that!

                                   EMILY
                       Which, clearly, I didn't.

               Uncomfortable pause.

                                   GAIL
                       You must be Mr. Couch.

                                   EMILY
                       I told her we'd take it.

               Tim looks up at the house.  Eyes sweep over it once...

                                   TIM
                       Yeah.  We'll take it.

                                   GAIL
                       I'd really like to show you the
                       inside...

                                   EMILY
                       How fast can we close?  The truck will
                       be here... what?

                                   TIM
                             (checks his watch)
                       Ten minutes?

                                   TIM
                       Ten minutes.

                                   GAIL
                       Uh... its...  I'm sorry?

               FROM ABOVE-- we witness our players standing in the driveway
               as a MOVING TRUCK pulls up.  Early.

                                                        SMASH TO BLACK.



               A TITLE CARD OVER BLACK--

                                Twas 'bout a year later...



               INT. HOME - BEDROOM - MORNING

               An alarm clock BLARES.  Emily's hand smashes it silent.  She
               sits straight up and peels the covers away.  

               What is about to happen will appear highly choreographed.

               It is not. And it happens without a single edit.  Witness:



               STAIRCASE

               Emily steps slowly down, to the front door.  Opens it.  Grabs
               the newspaper and, without looking, tosses it behind her.

               TIM, halfway down the stairs, catches it.  Continues casually
               down as...

               Emily moves into...  



               KITCHEN

               Tim follows her.

               Emily grabs a frying pan and fires up the gas stove as Tim
               turns on the coffee maker.  Turns and opens the refrigerator
               and tosses two eggs.  Emily catches them almost without
               looking.   

               Tim moves to the...



               BACK DOOR/YARD

               where he lets ARTHUR, the dog, out.  Follows the pooch out
               and stretches.  Surveys the yard and heads back into--



               KITCHEN

               where Emily already has the eggs frying.  Tim grabs two
               coffee cups out of the cabinet.  Pours one cup, slides it to
               Emily who snaps it up and takes a sip.  Pours himself one. 
               Slides into a chair at the kitchen table as Emily flips the
               eggs, waits a moment, flips them back onto a plate and spins
               it over to Tim, who catches it, sets it down and starts in.  

               Emily crosses into--



               HALLWAY

               She grabs Tim's briefcase.  Crosses back into--



               KITCHEN

               Tim, takes one more bite of egg.  Closes his newspaper. 
               Stands and POP, snatches a piece of toast that's just been
               sprung free.  He shoves it in his mouth, grabs the briefcase
               from Emily as he passes her, heading to--



               FRONT DOOR

               which Emily opens, Tim starts to pass through as their dog,
               Arthur, suddenly stands directly in front of him.  Tim SPILLS
               to the ground.

               Emily shoos Arthur away.  Closes the door.

               Morning routine... done.



               INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - DAY

               Tim leans over a counter, staring intensely at rows of
               jewels.  He is looking for...

                                   SALEWOMAN
                       Is there something specific you're
                       looking for?

                                   TIM
                       Sadly.  I won't find it here, though.

                                   SALEWOMAN
                       Oh, don't give up.  What's the
                       occasion?

                                   TIM
                       Anniversary.

                                   SALEWOMAN
                       A necklace then?

                                   TIM
                       A ring.  I'll take that one.

                                   SALEWOMAN
                       All right.  That was easy.  Do you
                       want to know how much it is?

                                   TIM
                       No.

                                   SALEWOMAN
                       Lucky girl.

               She carefully plucks the two carat diamond ring out as Tim
               absently drops his credit card.  Absent because he's focused
               on the COUPLE to his left... a few feet away... a GUY and
               GIRL, very early twenties.  

               They EMBRACE.  Giggle and whisper to each other.

                                   GUY
                       You make me so happy, baby.

               Tim rolls his eyes.  The couple kiss.

                                   GIRL
                       I love you.

                                   GUY
                       I'll love you forever, baby.

               They kiss again.  Tim goes back to his search.

                                   GUY
                       I gotta take a whiz, baby.  I'll be
                       right back.

               She smiles wide.  He plants one more on her before wandering
               off.  

               Tim stands straight.  Follows him.



               INT. DEPARTMENT STORE BATHROOM - DAY

               The giggly GUY stands before a urinal doing his business. 
               Tim enters, unzips and takes the stand next to him.

               A moment passes.  Tim looks over.  The Guy feels it.  Looks
               back.  Nods, uncomfortably.

                                   TIM
                       Hey.

                                   GUY
                       Hey.

               A moment.

                                   TIM
                       You getting married?

                                   GUY
                       Excuse me?

                                   TIM
                       You're crazy in love out there. 
                       Wondering if you're--

                                   GUY
                       Do I know you?

                                   TIM
                       Sorry.

               Moment.

                                   TIM
                       Do you mind?

               Tim stays angled to the urinal, but slides a little closer to
               the Guy.

                                   GUY
                       Dude, what are you doing?!

                                   TIM
                       I just want to ask you something.

               The Guy is freaked out.  He'd stop... if he could and beat
               feat outta there.  But he just trickles.

                                   GUY
                       Look, man.  I just wanna--

               Tim leans in closer.  Still... angled.

                                   TIM
                       Did you mean it?

                                   GUY
                       Mean what?

                                   TIM
                       You'll love her forever.

                                   GUY
                       I... I don't know.  I guess.

                                   TIM
                       Would you say it... if you really had
                       to?

               Guy is pissing in bits and pieces now.  

                                   GUY
                       Huh?

               Tim stares at him.  Looks him over.  Smiles.  Slides back
               over to his own porcelain.  Stares straight ahead.

                                   TIM
                       I'm just saying, you have to be
                       careful.  That's all I'm saying.  We
                       say stuff sometimes.  We're guys.  We
                       want to make them happy.  Nine times
                       out of ten we're just lookin' to get
                       laid.  And we're very goal oriented. 
                       We know their weak points.  We exploit
                       them.  That's all I'm saying.
                             (beat)
                       Just remember.  It's never too late...
                       to run screaming in the opposite
                       direction.

               He shakes.  Tucks.  Zips.  Leaves.



               INT. SUPERMARKET - MEATS - DAY

               Emily pushes a shopping cart down an aisle.  MEATS.  Eyes the
               butcher, a young man of 17 (who, if we're keeping track, and
               we are, is named, coincidentally, BUTCH).  He's a handsome
               kid but seems a little dull below the eyelids.  Cutting with
               a thousand yard stare.  But the sight of him makes Emily...
               catch her breath.

                                   EMILY
                       Hello, Butch.

                                   BUTCH
                       Hello, Mrs. Couch.

                                   EMILY
                       I told you, it's Emily.

                                   BUTCH
                       Uh... sorry.  Emily.  How's it goin'?

                                   EMILY
                       Wonderful, Butch.  Just peachy.  You?

                                   BUTCH
                       They got the new X-Men comin' out. 
                       I'm psyched to get off.  

                                   EMILY
                       No doubt.
                             (beat)
                       Of work, that is.

               He has no idea what she means.  She rolls forward, but her
               heart seems to stay behind.  Just a little.



               INT. SUPERMARKET - PARTY SUPPLIES - MOMENTS LATER

               Emily stops before birthday candles.  Eyes them.  Picks out
               the BIG NUMBERS.   She frowns.



               INT. SUPERMARKET - CHECKOUT LINE - MOMENTS LATER

               Emily lines up her items on the conveyor belt.  A bright-eyed
               CHECKOUT LADY scans away.  Hits the "birthday numbers"

                                   CHECKOUT LADY
                       Havin' a party, Mrs. Couch?

               Emily shakes her head.

                                   EMILY
                       Anniversary.

                                   CHECKOUT LADY
                       Congratulations, dear!

               She scans a "2".  Then an "0".  Then an... "8"?

                                   CHECKOUT LADY
                       Sweetie-pie, I think you got one too
                       many.  

                                   EMILY
                       Did I?

                                   CHECKOUT LADY
                       How long you been married?

               Emily takes a moment.  Other SHOPPERS in line stare at her. 
               The Checkout Lady stares at her.  One more beat, then--

                                   EMILY
                       Eight-hundred and twenty years.

               A long moment as everyone soaks this in.

               The Checkout Lady suddenly gets the joke.  Holds up her left
               hand, displaying a puny diamond atop a fading gold ring.  She
               chuckles:

                                   CHECKOUT LADY
                       I know what you mean.

               JIMMY (the Bag Man), huge guy, little slow, soft heart,
               finishes loading her groceries.

                                   JIMMY THE BAG MAN
                       You need help to da car, Mrs. Couch?

                                   EMILY
                       I'm good, Jimmy.

                                   JIMMY THE BAG MAN
                       You ever let Jimmy know if he can help
                       you, now.

                                   EMILY
                       I will, Jimmy.

               Emily smiles and pushes on.



               EXT. COUCH HOME - NIGHT

               A single light on in the main room.  Lets go inside.



               INT. COUCH HOME - DINING ROOM - NIGHT

               A CAKE sits in the center of the table.  Two pieces cut from
               it.  The BIG NUMBERS Emily purchased have fallen flat.  

               Tim and Emily sit on opposite sides of the table.  We notice
               the NEW RING Tim purchased is on Emily's ring finger.  Though
               it seems like more of an annoyance the way her thumb flicks
               at it.  

               They silently chew.  You can hear a mouse fart.  Then...

                                   EMILY
                       We have a session tomorrow.

                                   TIM
                       Do you like the ring?

                                   EMILY
                       It's fine.

               They sit silently.

                                   EMILY
                       The session is at three.

               Tim sighs.

                                   EMILY
                       Don't sound so excited.

                                   TIM
                       I'm sorry.  Gee!  I can't wait to see
                       Dr. Merlinski!  It's so damn yippee.

               Silence.

                                   EMILY
                       Me too.

               Emily takes another bite.



               INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

               Emily, alone, removes the new anniversary ring.  Places it in
               a jewelry box FILLED WITH DIAMOND RINGS.  She shuts the case. 
               Looks near to tears.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               INT. DR. MERLINSKI'S OFFICE - DAY

               Emily and Time sit on a couch.  The room is not typical;
               rather wood walls that indicate some sort of wood cabin.  The
               lighting is poor, in fact most of it seems to come from
               sunlight seeping through the panels of the walls.

               They face camera.  The voice of DR. Merlinski is deep.  Aged. 
               Wise.  But we never see him.  Just our pained couple.

                                   DR. MERLINSKI (O.S.)
                       But it hasn't always been this way,
                       correct?

                                   TIM
                       I think it's been this way for awhile.

                                   EMILY
                       Yeah, a long time.

                                   DR. MERLINSKI (O.S.)
                       You need to remember.  Think back. 
                       When is the moment, Emily, that you
                       truly fell in love with Tim?

                                   EMILY
                       You know, Dr. Merlinski. 

                                   DR. MERLINSKI (O.S.)
                       Remind me.

                                   EMILY
                       That's silly.
                             (beat)
                       It's when he slew the dragon.



               EXT. WOODS - TWILIGHT

               Tim, (25) in the full metal ARMOR of a KNIGHT OF THE ROUND
               TABLE, ducks behind his SHIELD as a DRAGON shrieks a column
               of FIRE from his fanged mouth!  

               Flames HIT the shield, coning around the protected Tim, who
               waits a moment for the blaze to stop, then LAUNCHES FORWARD
               with a sword, DRIVING IT INTO THE DRAGON'S NECK!

               The beast FALLS.  Quivers a moment.  Then DIES.

               Tim rushes into the...



               INT. DRAGON'S LAIR - CONTINUOUS

               A cave littered with the skeletons of brave Knights who have
               attempted and failed the feat that Tim has just accomplished.

               Tim races to the back of the Lair where Emily, bound by what
               appears to be a net of DRAGON MUCUS, awaits her champion.

               With deftness, Tim whips his blade into the dragon mucus,
               freeing Emily who leaps into his arms.  They kiss the kiss of
               love's true love.  

                                                         SMASH BACK TO:



               INT. DR. MERLINSKI'S OFFICE - RESUME SCENE

                                   DR. MERLINSKI
                       Is that how you remember it, Tim?

                                                        SMASH TO BLACK.

               Title Card over black:

                                      821 Years Ago



               EXT. DIRT TRAIL - TWILIGHT

               Tim, in peasant dress, walks alongside his good friend ART,
               through a meadow.  TORCHLIGHT from a nearby village twinkle
               in the distance.

                                   ART
                       None more beautiful than if Venus
                       herself did step from the sea fully
                       formed.

                                   TIM
                       More beautiful than Lady Gwendolyn?

                                   ART
                       Aye.

                                   TIM
                       I don't believe you.  And she's been
                       taken?

                                   ART
                       Aye.  They say a dragon in these
                       nearby woods.

                                   TIM
                             (clearly Art is fucking
                              with him.  Maybe.)
                       No way.

               Art and Tim come to a clearing closer to the village.  And a
               BOULDER, uncharacteristically placed in the middle of the
               road.

                                   ART
                       Take a look at that!

               Tim eyes it.  A MAJESTIC SWORD appears imbedded into the
               heart of the bolder, its handle stretched out, daring anyone
               to grasp it.

                                   TIM
                       Methinks that's not normal.

                                   ART
                       Methinks you're right.

               Art grabs hold of the handle.  Pulls.  Nothing.

                                   ART
                       Methinks its in there but good.

                                   TIM
                       How could anyone put a sword into a
                       stone?  And why?

                                   ART
                       Give it a tug.

                                   TIM
                       Methinks not.

                                   ART
                       C'mon.  Art though a coward?

                                   TIM
                       Nay.
                             (beat)
                       I just don't feel like it.

                                   ART
                       Coward.

                                   TIM
                       Maybe its there for a reason.

                                   ART
                       What good reason might thou think
                       someone would do such a thing?

               Beat.

                                   TIM
                       It's decorative.

                                   ART
                       Give it a tug, coward.

               Sufficiently goaded, Tim slowly and carefully takes hold of
               the sword by the handle.  Art watches, amused.  

               Tim takes a moment... then pulls... EASILY DRAWING THE SWORD
               FROM THE STONE!

               In the near distance, a VILLAGER witnesses the miracle. 
               Shouts back to the Village.

                                   VILLAGER
                       Someone has pulled the sword from the
                       stone!  The stone!  Someone has pulled
                       the sword!  Come one, come all and
                       bear witness!  

               Art freaks out, convinced they're in trouble.

                                   ART
                       How did you do that?!

               Tim panics.

                                   TIM
                       I don't know!  I don't know!

                                   ART
                       Well put it back!  It clearly belongs
                       to someone!

               Tim tries sticking the sword back in the stone; won't happen. 
               How the hell can you put the sword BACK in the stone?

               They look down at the Village, where a small CROWD has
               amassed, headed up the hill toward Tim and Art.

                                   ART
                       Methinks we're in trouble.

               Tim tosses the sword to Art.

                                   ART
                       I don't want it!

                                   TIM
                       It was your idea!

               The Villagers are closer.

                                   ART
                       Take back the sword!

                                   TIM
                       Methinks... no.

               Tim races off across the clearing toward a woods.  Art wants
               to follow but the crowd of VILLAGERS is suddenly upon him.

                                   VILLAGERS
                             (a cacophony)
                       You did it!  You pulled the sword!  

                                   TIM
                       I didn't do it!  He did!

                                   VILLAGERS
                             (a cacophony)
                       You did it!  You are the one true
                       king?!

                                   TIM
                       I didn't!  I'm just-- wait, what?

                                   VILLAGERS
                             (a cacophony)
                       The true king!  Yes!  Clearly!  There
                       is no doubt!  What is you name true
                       king?!

                                   ART
                       Um... Art.

                                   VILLAGERS
                             (together)
                       King Art!

                                   ART
                       Well, it's actually Arthur.  Art for
                       short.

                                   VILLAGERS
                             (together)
                       All hail King Arthur, Art for Short!

               They set Art on their shoulders and carry him off. 
               Meanwhile, close by...



               EXT. WOODS - TWILIGHT

               Tim RACES through the woods as quickly as he can.  As his
               heart beats through his chest... the woods grow darker.

               Suddenly, he stops.  Listens.  Doesn't appear he's being
               followed.  Takes a breath and a step and... 

               FALLS straight into the ground!



               INT. ENDLESS PIT - CONTINUOUS

               Falling and bouncing off the walls of this ENDLESS PIT, Tim
               reaches out for anything to grab onto.  Twigs, rocks,
               anything.  He finally gets hold of a LARGE ROCK just as the
               endless pit proves NOT to be an endless pit and...

               TIM slams HARD onto the HEAD OF A DRAGON!  Still grasping the
               rock which, by force of the fall SLAMS into the Dragon's
               skull, KILLING the beast INSTANTLY. 



               INT. DRAGON'S LAIR - CONTINUOUS

               Tim settles a moment, unsure of where he is.  Pitch black. 
               Then the Dragon lets out a death-rattling BELCH and FIRE
               blows from its fanged mouth, lighting up the LAIR, and
               catching various TWIGS and GRASS which light cavern.

               Tim, of course, realizing where he is, flips out.

                                   TIM
                       Aghhhh!!!!

               He falls back, off the Dragon's head, and lands hard on the
               ground.

               After a moment, Tim picks himself up and gathers his
               surroundings.  Rocks, rocks, more rocks, and... a WOMAN,
               trapped behind a web of DRAGON MUCUS.  

                                   TIM
                       M'lady?

               It's Emily, of course.  She pulls up her head and smiles.

                                   EMILY
                       My champion!  I knew you'd come!

               With deftness, Tim picks up an errant stick and jimmies it
               into the dragon mucus awkwardly, freeing Emily who leaps into
               his arms.  To Tim's surprise, she kisses him the kiss of
               loves true love.  He tries to return the favor.

                                                         SMASH BACK TO:



               INT. DR. MERLINSKI'S OFFICE - RESUME SCENE

               Tim stares blankly.  More a statement than a question:

                                   TIM
                       Why not.



               EXT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - MORNING

               A nondescript building at the heart of an office park.  We
               still have no idea what city we're in.  Midwest, maybe?

               We do know the sky has opened up again and the rain is
               soaking everything in sight.



               INT. BREAK ROOM - MORNING

               Inside, nice and dry, Tim STARES at a wall.  But its not a
               blank wall.  He's not nuts, right?  It's a sign-up sheet. 
               For skydiving.

               Tim considers.  Quickly decides no-way just as BABE BUELL, a
               fetching 25 year old junior-adjuster, appears beside him. 

                                   BABE
                       You gonna do it?

               Tim snaps out of his mini-trance and looks over to her.

                                   TIM
                       Do what?

                                   BABE
                       Jump?  Skydive?

                                   TIM
                       Oh.  No.  I don't like heights.

                                   BABE
                       You afraid of them?

                                   TIM
                       Afraid?  No.  I just don't like them.

                                   BABE
                       It's okay.  I'm afraid of spiders.

               Babe looks at Tim; we can instantly tell she has an
               earthquake sized crush on him masked by too much make-up. 
               Yeah, we must be in the Midwest.

                                   BABE
                       I saw a Black Widow spider once when I
                       was a kid?  Hid in a closet for three
                       days.  

                                   TIM
                       How did you--

                                   BABE
                       --I held it.  There wasn't much to
                       drink or eat.  My Mom quit trying to
                       coax me out after six hours.  Finally
                       she called the fire department. 
                       Suffice to say, I'm afraid of spiders. 
                       But nothing else.  I'll do anything
                       else.
                             (beat)
                       I'm Babe.  Babe Buell.

                                   TIM
                       I know.  You're an adjuster, right?

                                   BABE
                       Junior adjuster.  You're in sales.

                                   TIM
                       I am.  Tim.

               They shake hands.

                                   TIM
                       Don't you find it ironic, Babe, that
                       someone in a life insurance office
                       would post a group outing to skydive?

                                   BABE
                       It's actually safer than getting in
                       your car.  Statistics show one
                       skydiving death for every four hundred
                       thousand traffic deaths every year.

                                   TIM
                       Still.  You have to appreciate the
                       irony.  Irony is so unappreciated.

               Babe looks at Tim.  Smiles.  Signs up for the skydiving
               event.

                                   BABE
                       And life is short.

               Babe saunters off, hoping he's watching her butt as she flips
               her hips out of the break room.  

               He does.



               EXT. SUPERMARKET - PARKING LOT - AFTERNOON

               The rain has stopped for the moment.  Sky is ominous, though.

               Emily waits.  Empty shopping cart before her.  Faux shopping,
               or starting to.  She waits.  But for what?

               There.  Butch appears, apron in hand, shift over.

               Emily smiles.  Pushes her cart toward him as he walks
               forward.  Pretends not to see him as she rolls her cart into
               its stable.  Then calls out.

                                   EMILY
                       Butch?

               Butch turns.  

                                   BUTCH
                       Oh, hey, Mrs... Emily.

                                   EMILY
                       Just finish up?

                                   BUTCH
                       Yeah.  Weren't you just here earlier?

                                   EMILY
                       Forgot the beef broth.  You headed out
                       to get that X-Men comic?

                                   BUTCH
                       Sure as shit.  Oh.  Sorry.  I mean
                       stuff.

                                   EMILY
                       That's okay, Butch.  I've been there,
                       you don't have to soften it up for me. 
                       You driving there?

                                   BUTCH
                       I don't have a car just yet.  Trying
                       to save up.  My stepdad says he'll
                       match my savings so I might get one
                       soon.

                                   EMILY
                       Give you a lift?



               INT. EMILY'S LEXUS - AFTERNOON

               Butch stares oblivious as Emily drives, stealing the
               occasional glance at his beefy body.

                                   EMILY
                       You work out, Butch?

                                   BUTCH
                       I dunno.  Sometimes.  I get busy.

                                   EMILY
                       You look... fit.

                                   BUTCH
                       Not really.  I like bread.  And comic
                       books.  I collect them.

                                   EMILY
                             (trying to care)
                       Do you?

                                   BUTCH
                       And figurines.  I got 'em all.  X-Men,
                       Avengers, Superman post 1976
                       Christopher Reeve B.S.  Superman,
                       right?  I don't think so.  I got Iron
                       Man--

                                   EMILY
                       --you're what, twenty-one then?

                                   BUTCH
                       Twenty-two next month.  But I still go
                       to Naperville Community College.  I
                       got held back.  My mom said it's cause
                       I have an overactive imagination that
                       interferes with my skills.  Like
                       Einsted.  My stepdad says it's cause
                       I'm dull.  I'm not sure who to believe
                       anymore.

                                   EMILY
                       What do your friends say?

                                   BUTCH
                       They say I'm cool.

               A moment.

                                   BUTCH
                       You like comics?

                                   EMILY
                       I like stories.  Damsel in distress is
                       good.

                                   BUTCH
                       In Superman 198, Superman totally
                       saves Lois from this tree creature who
                       has her locked in a weed dungeon.  And
                       instead of using his might, guess what
                       he uses?

                                   EMILY
                       I have no idea.

                                   BUTCH
                       Weed killer.  Fuckin' brilliant.



               INT. COMIC BOOK STORE - AFTERNOON

               Butch leafs through the comics until he finds the one he's
               looking for.  Holds it up to Emily.

                                   BUTCH
                       It's like twenty dollars, though.

                                   EMILY
                       That's fine.  

               She reaches into her purse and pays the clerk.

                                   EMILY
                       Do you drink coffee, Butch?

                                   BUTCH
                       I like beer.  But I can do coffee if I
                       have to.



               INT. TIM'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON

               Tim stares at a computer screen.  After a moment, his eyes
               drift over to the picture on his desk.  Of Emily in a white
               dress, standing in a familiar meadow.  Who knows, actually,
               what color the dress is; the picture is sepia tone and faded.  

               Tim frowns.  His forehead accordions.

               He stands and turns to the window.  Looks out at the vast
               nothingness.  And the rest of the office park.

               You get the sense he wants to kick out the glass right there.  



               INT. STARBUCKS - AFTERNOON

               Butch and Emily sit together at a little corner table.

                                   BUTCH
                       So where is Mister Couch?

                                   EMILY
                       At work.  He sells life insurance.

               Off Butch's quizzical look.

                                   EMILY
                       It's insurance in case you die.

                                   BUTCH
                       Gross.

               A moment.

                                   BUTCH
                       If you're married, why don't you have
                       a ring?

                                   EMILY
                       I had one.  I lost it a few years ago.

                                   BUTCH
                       How old are you?

                                   EMILY
                       Older than you.  Much older.

                                   BUTCH
                       You don't seem that old.

                                   EMILY
                       I am.

                                   BUTCH
                       How did you end up in this town?

                                   EMILY
                       That's a very long story, Butch.  We
                       move a lot.  Suffice to say it was
                       more of a "put up a map and pick where
                       we go next" situation.

                                   BUTCH
                       Nothing set up before hand?

                                   EMILY
                       No.

                                   BUTCH
                       You're a rick-taker, cool.

                                   EMILY
                       Lets just say, I get into trouble. 
                       But its been awhile.

                                   BUTCH
                       Who keeps you outta trouble?  Mr.
                       Couch?

                                   EMILY
                       He does.  Unfortunately.

                                   BUTCH
                       You'd rather be in trouble?

                                   EMILY
                       I'd rather be anything right now.

                                   BUTCH
                       Anything other than what?

               A beat.

                                   EMILY
                       Stuck.

                                   BUTCH
                       I don't understand.  Stuck where?

                                   EMILY
                       You ask too many questions, Butch.

                                   BUTCH
                       I know.  My Mom says I'm
                       inquasitionative.

                                   EMILY
                       Inquisitive.

                                   BUTCH
                       That.

                                   EMILY
                       There's nothing wrong with being
                       inquisitive, Butch.
                             (beat)
                       You just have to ask the right
                       questions.

               Butch kinda nods.  Not too sure what she's trying to say. 
               Tries his best:

                                   BUTCH
                       You're really pretty, Emily.

                                   EMILY
                       Do you have an email address?



               EXT. STARBUCKS - DAY

               Emily and Butch walk together, a little too close, though it
               is about to save his life.  For as they hit the curb, Butch
               starts across the street and Emily YANKS him back just as a
               BUS streaks by, moments from sending Butch to the happy
               hunting ground.

               They fall back together.  Emily before Butch who lands in his
               lap.  

               He stares up at her as she cradles his head like a child.

                                   BUTCH
                       You saved me.

               Emily herself is out of breath at what she's just done.  She
               lays her hands over Butch's eyes as other PASSERS-BY gather,
               having witnessed this Starbuck-adjacesnt miracle.

                                   EMILY
                       I just...
                             (beat)
                       I guess I did.  Wow.  That felt--



               EXT. FIELD - MORNING

               Now Tim's hands cover Emily's Eyes.  Then open.

                                   EMILY
                       --Amazing!

               They stand in A FIELD OF WILDFLOWERS looking at a thatch
               home, hand-built, covered in twigs and flowers and ramshackle
               but beautiful.  An adult-child DREAMHOME.

               Super the Legend--   

                                Devonshire, England, 1158

               Emily kisses Tim and rushes to it.  Tim smiles wide.



               INT. DREAMHOME - CONTINUOUS

               Though just a few hundred square feet, it might be a mansion
               to Emily, blushed and spinning carefree.

                                   EMILY
                       It's lovely.  I'll serve you mead but
                       here.  And we can lie there.

                                   TIM
                       I love you.

               She stops.

                                   EMILY
                       What did you say?

                                   TIM
                       I said I love you.

               She pauses.  Then embraces him.

                                   EMILY
                       I love you too.

               They kiss passionately.  Break.  

                                   TIM
                       I have another surprise.

                                   EMILY
                       Another?

               Tim goes back to the (makeshift) door.  Returns with... a
               DOG... Which races to Emily and drenches her with dog kisses.

                                   EMILY
                       I love it!  What's his name?

                                   TIM
                       Her.  It's a girl.

                                   EMILY
                       What's her name?

                                   TIM
                       Arthur.



               INT. DREAMHOME - NIGHT (LATER)

               Tim and Emily sit together, cross-legged, in the center of
               the room.  A campfire burns between them.  They are both
               beaming.  Arthur, the dog, wanders about.

                                   TIM
                       I want you to know, I will always
                       protect you, Emily.  From any harm
                       that may befall.

                                   EMILY
                       From everything?  From dragons?

                                   TIM
                       Well you saw what I did with the last
                       one.

               Beaming, bursting, she believes him.  And he mostly believes
               him too.  She leaps to him.  He catches her from a crouched
               position.  They lock lips.  

               Suddenly, a knock at the (makeshift) door!  They break. 
               Arthur BARKS wildly.

                                   TIM
                       Arthur, hush!
                             (beat)
                       Who is there?

               Emily seems frightened.  Clings to Tim.  The Voice of an OLD
               MAN.

                                   OLD MAN'S VOICE (V.O.)
                       I am a stranger walking alone.  Cold
                       and hungry.  Will you please allow me
                       in?

                                   TIM
                       We have no food here.  This home is...
                       hastily prepared.

                                   OLD MAN'S VOICE (V.O.)
                       You have heat.  I can feel the warmth
                       and see the glow of a fire.  Just to
                       warm myself, perhaps?

               Tim stands.  Courageous?  Looks like it though he's scared
               out of his mind.  Looks back to Emily for a get out of jail
               free card.  Not happening.  Slowly approaches the (makeshift)
               door.  Opens it.

               REVEAL... yes, an OLD MAN.  Haggard clothes.  A long white
               beard.  Old, yet a sparkle to his eyes.

                                   OLD MAN
                       Thank you, young man.

               Disarmed, Tim stands away as the Old Man enters.

                                   OLD MAN
                       So kind, so kind.

                                   EMILY
                       I'm sorry we have no food for you.

                                   OLD MAN
                       Five houses along the way denied me
                       entry.  I am grateful just for the
                       chance to lay down these tired bones
                       beside a fire.

                                   TIM
                       You are welcome to whatever we have.  

                                   EMILY
                       Which is just the fire, I'm afraid.

                                   TIM
                       Oh, and my mandolin!



               INT. DREAMHOME - NIGHT (LATER)

               Tim finishes a medieval ballad, drawing applause from the Old
               Man and Emily, seated before the fire.

                                   OLD MAN
                       Quite good.

                                   TIM
                       I haven't been playing long.  It's not
                       like I could ever make any money doing
                       it.

                                   EMILY
                             (beaming)
                       I think you could.  I think you can do
                       anything in the world.

               She kisses Tim.  The Old Man peers at Tim and Emily.  Smiles.

                                   OLD MAN
                       You are in love?

                                   EMILY
                       Very much.

                                   TIM
                             (looking at Emily)
                       Forever.  Yes.

                                   OLD MAN
                       That's a long time.  Really think
                       you're up for that?

                                   TIM/EMILY
                       Without a doubt.

                                   OLD MAN
                       So kind, you are to me.  So loving of
                       each other.  Seriously, you really
                       believe in everlasting love?  Forever
                       love?

                                   TIM/EMILY
                       Yes.

               The Old Man warms his hands.  Rubs them together.

                                   OLD MAN
                       I believe you.  That's why, if you
                       wish, I will grant you that.

                                   TIM
                       Grant us what?

                                   OLD MAN
                       Everlasting love.

                                   EMILY
                       How will you do that?

                                   OLD MAN
                       By granting you everlasting life.

               A shock/pause moment.

                                   EMILY
                       Are you a wizard?

               The Old Man nods.

                                   TIM
                       I don't believe in Wizards.

                                   OLD MAN
                       Well I have a good mind to think you
                       don't believe in dragons too but we
                       see where that's taken you.

                                   TIM
                       Wait, how do you--

                                   EMILY
                       --Hush!  He's clearly wizardly.

                                   OLD MAN
                       I will give you everlasting life so
                       that your love can follow. 
                             (beat)
                       However... there's a catch.  Should
                       either of your become unfaithful to
                       the other... the spell will be broken. 
                       You shall become mortal and live a
                       natural life.

                                   TIM
                       When you say "unfaithful"...

                                   OLD MAN
                       Wandering eyes you will both have,
                       that's a given.  But neither lips
                       shall touch, nor loins may join,
                       another.  And if you follow these
                       rules, and should your love be pure,
                       you will live across the ages. 

                                   TIM
                       That's amazing.

                                   OLD MAN
                       Wait... Its not exactly all its
                       cracked up to be.  You will watch
                       those you love beyond yourselves grow
                       old.  And they will die as you move
                       on.  
                             (beat, to Emily)
                       You will not be able to have children.

               She gasps.

                                   OLD MAN
                       What woman with eternal life would
                       wish to live to see their children
                       die?  This is not a decision to be
                       taken lightly, I understand, but--

                                   TIM
                       Yes.  Emily, think of it!  This moment
                       can last eternity... if its true,
                       which I have my doubts, of course.  We
                       will never die!

                                   OLD MAN
                       Oh, you can die, my son.  Just not of
                       old age.  So don't go pissing off any
                       Ogres and such.  Steer clear and
                       you'll live an eternity.

                                   EMILY
                             (hesitant)
                       But... no children?

                                   TIM
                       We'll have each other.
                             (beat)
                       Yes, yes, Old Man.

               The Old Man looks to Emily.  She thinks a moment.  Looks at
               Tim.  Smiles.  Then looks back to the Old Man.

                                   EMILY
                       Yes.

               The Old Man closes nods.  Closes his eyes.  Waves his hands
               and... opens his eyes.

                                   TIM
                       Is that it?  

                                   OLD MAN
                       It is done.  I must be on my way. 
                       Thank you for the warmth of your fire
                       and your time.  Enjoy your eternity
                       together.

                                   EMILY
                       Will we see you again?

                                   OLD MAN
                       Often, I'm guessing.

               The Wizard leaves.  Tim and Emily watch him go.  Then turn to
               each other.

                                   EMILY
                       I don't know, Tim.  What if it is
                       true?  This is frightening.

                                   TIM
                       It's wonderful.  Think of it!  You and
                       I... every waking moment.  Think of
                       what we'll see!  The journey's
                       together!  Our love will stretch
                       oceans of time, if its true of course.
                             (beat, joyous)
                       We'll be together forever!

                                                              SMASH TO:



               EXT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - ROOF - PRESENT DAY

               Tim stands, suited, suitcase in hand, atop the, slightly,
               windswept eighth floor roof of the Brighton Life Insurance
               building.  He just stares.  After a moment, steps forward,
               nearer to the ledge.

               A moment.  He sets down his suitcase and considers.  Then one
               foot up.  Then two... and suddenly he's on the ledge. 
               Looking down and then out at the expanse.

               A BLAST OF WIND catches him off guard...

                                   TIM
                       Whoa!

               Tim wavers, wobbles and dips forward when--

                                   BABE (O.S.)
                       Gotcha!

               Babe Buell's hand swats out and grabs the back of his belt. 
               Yanks him back to the roof.

                                   BABE
                       Forgot to tell you: if you skydive you
                       need a parachute.

                                   TIM
                       I wasn't skydiving.  I mean, I wasn't
                       going to jump.  I just like to--

                                   BABE
                       --think about it.  Sure, who doesn't? 
                       I used to cut myself from the age of
                       twelve to twenty.  It's a quirk.

                                   TIM
                       Thank you for... saving me.

                                   BABE
                       I saw you wander up here.  Thought,
                       well that's odd.  Usually people go
                       down the elevator at the end of the
                       work day.

                                   TIM
                       I'm glad you did.

                                   BABE
                       Then buy me a drink.

                                   TIM
                       I should get home.

                                   BABE
                       Wasn't for me, you'd be headed home to
                       the morgue.

               Tim slowly smiles.  Nods.  

                                   TIM
                       You're right.  I owe you a drink.

                                   BABE
                       Good.  TGI Fridays is having a happy
                       hour price on the Mocha Tequila
                       Sunrise.  
                             (beat)
                       I love Mocha Tequila Sunrises.



               INT. TGI FRIDAYS - EVENING

               Hustle and bustle of the Monday crowd at a Tuesdays; Tim and
               Babe occupy a southern booth.  She sucks a Mocha Tequila
               Sunrise.  He drinks just a Mocha coffee.

                                   BABE
                       You don't drink?

                                   TIM
                       Not since...



               INT. WEST GERMAN BAR - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

               ON STAGE-- Tim and three other BANDMATES are playing a catchy
               tune to a group of DRUNKEN WORKERS.

                                  Hamburg, Germany, 1958

               Tim is on bass guitar.  Looks pleased.  And... hammered. 
               Between sets, chugs a pint.

                                   TIM (V.O.)
                       ...I was in a band.

                                   BABE (V.O.)
                       You were in a band?

                                   TIM  (V.O.)
                       For a minute.

               They start the next song.  Tim is clearly inebriated.  He
               loses rhythm with the song and then... spills forward,
               CRASHING onto the stage and SMASHING his guitar under his own
               weight.

               Booooos from the crowd.  The band stops playing.  The lead
               singer and fellow guitarist, JOHN, English accent, checks
               Tim. 

                                   JOHN
                       Are you okay, mate?

               Clearly not.  Tim is unconscious.

               The BAR OWNER charges the stage, in a German accent:

                                   BAR OWNER
                       Vat is dis?  You don't finish, I don't
                       pay you!

               John peers out into the audience.

                                   JOHN
                       Sorry for the trouble, appears we've
                       had a slight problem.  Is there,
                       perhaps, anyone out there who plays
                       guitar?

               FIVE hands from the audience shoot up.

                                   JOHN
                       Bass guitar?

               Four of the hands go down.  One remains.

                                   JOHN
                       Wanna come up here, then, love?

               A YOUNG MAN stands.  Slowly approaches the stage.  Stands
               next to John.

                                   JOHN
                       Cheers, mate.  What's your name?

                                   PAUL
                             (English accent)
                       Paul.



               INT. TGI FRIDAYS - RESUME SCENE

               Babe smiles.  Takes a sip of her drink.

                                   BABE
                       Cool.  What was the name of the band?

                                   TIM
                       I... don't really remember.
                       It was a long time ago.

                                   BABE
                       So... you're married?

                                   TIM
                       Yes.  I am.  

               An uncomfortable pause.

                                   TIM
                       It's my birthday.

                                   BABE
                       Really?  I had no idea!  How
                       wonderful!

                                   TIM
                       No really a big deal.

                                   BABE
                       You, uh... probably wanna get home. 
                       I'm sure you're gonna get... lucky.

                                   TIM
                       Doubt it.  

                                   BABE
                       You don't get laid on your birthday?

                                   TIM
                       She won't remember.  Hell, I don't
                       blame her.  I don't remember her
                       birthday.

                                   BABE
                       What a horrible thing to say.

                                   TIM
                       I'm sorry.  I don't mean it that way.

                                   BABE
                       That's awful.  You both must be so
                       miserable, then.  What's her name?

                                   TIM
                       Emily.

                                   BABE
                       There must be some reason.  Or maybe
                       not a reason but something that keeps
                       it interesting, right?  Otherwise
                       you'd be like my parents, which I
                       don't recommend.  Something you still
                       have in common, right?

               Now... Babe hangs on this answer.  'Cause it's a loaded
               question and she's not hoping for the answer she gets.

                                   TIM
                       American Idol.

               Deflated, Babe lets this sink in.

                                   BABE
                       You're going to be late, probably.



               EXT. COUCH HOME - NIGHT

               Babe's car pulls up before the curb.  Tim exits.  Says a
               quick goodnight.  Heads to the front door.



               INT. COUCH HOME - FOYER - NIGHT

               Emily appears, holding a bowl of popcorn, as Tim steps
               through the front door.

                                   EMILY
                       Where have you been?!

                                   TIM
                       The car.  Died again.

                                   EMILY
                       You should take it to get fixed.

                                   TIM
                       You think?

                                   EMILY
                       We can't fight tonight.  You barely
                       made it.

               They cross together into the--



               LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

               The both, as if an imbedded routine, plop onto the couch
               together.  Emily hits the remote and the familiar guitar rift
               starts:

                                   RYAN SEACREST (V.O.)
                       THIS... is American Idol!

               Emily takes a handful of popcorn.  Smiles.  Tim takes a
               handful too.  Stares at the TV.  The program starts... and we
               PUSH IN on this troubled couple... as Emily rests her head on
               Tim's shoulder.

               And then... Tim smiles.  

               And suddenly they don't look so troubled at all.

                                   RYAN SEACREST
                             (on TV with contestant)
                       First up, Steve Hollenbeck.  What are
                       you singing, Steve.

                                   STEVE
                       Crossbow by Red Hot Circuit.

                                   RYAN SEACREST
                       Give it up for Steve!

               Steve starts to sing.  Tim... starts to remember.



               EXT. CABIN - NIGHT

               A lone cabin in the middle of a grassy field.  No other
               structures in sight.  The glow of a fire pokes through
               windows.

                            Palos de la Frontera, Spain, 1492



               INT. CABIN - NIGHT

               Tim holds up a CROSSBOW.

                                   TIM
                       I love it!

               They sit at a wooden table.  A fire burns in a hastily built
               hearth.  It is the only light in this two room home.

                                   EMILY
                       Do you really?  I thought, you know,
                       it's the newest thing and all.

                                   TIM
                       I love it.

                                   EMILY
                       Would make hunting so much easier than
                       drawing the bow.

                                   TIM
                       No drawing necessary.  I love it!

               They kiss.

                                   EMILY
                       You should try it out.

                                   TIM
                       I should!

               Tim grabs the crossbow and heads out the door.  TRIPS over
               Arthur, who's planted himself just right there.  Emma laughs.

                                   TIM
                       Arthur!

                                   EMILY
                       Be nice.  It's a sign of affection.

                                   TIM
                       He affects me all the time!

                                   EMILY
                       It's his thing.  Go with it.  On now,
                       mighty Tim!  Hunt me an animal.  I'm
                       hungry for buffalo meat.

                                   TIM
                             (eyebrows bouncing)
                       Art thou now?

                                   EMILY
                       Get outta here.

               She giggles as Tim EXITS.  

               Emily goes to clear the plates.  After a few moments, a RAP
               RAP-RAP on the door.

                                   EMILY
                       Forget our bows did we?

               She swings open the door to reveal a SPANISH CONQUISTADOR,
               name of ANTONIO.  Emily GASPS!

                                   ANTONIO
                       Seņora... I need help.

               He collapses inside.



               INT. CABIN - NIGHT (LATER)

               Antonio shovels SOUP into his mouth as Emily watches.

                                   ANTONIO
                       The ship fell apart as it hit the
                       rocks.  I have very little memory of
                       it.  Wandering for days.

                                   EMILY
                       Awful.  So what brings you to Palos de
                       la Frontera?

               Antonio stops eating.  Leaves a dramatic pause.

                                   ANTONIO
                       I am on a secret mission.

                                   EMILY
                       Really?  Tell me!  I love adventure
                       stories.

                                   ANTONIO
                       This... is a tale of revenge.

                                   EMILY
                       Revenge?

                                   ANTONIO
                       Si.  I am here to kill seņor
                       Christopher Columbus.  

               Emily GASPS.

                                   ANTONIO
                       Do you know of him?

                                   EMILY
                       No... are you really going to kill
                       him?

               Emily is now very uncomfortable.

                                   ANTONIO
                       Si.  He disrespected my family!  My
                       sister in particular.  And he will pay
                       with his life!

                                   EMILY
                       Terrible.  Well... good luck with
                       that.  So... you should probably be on
                       your way, then.  You know, killing to
                       be done and all.

               Emily nervously stands.  Antonio's eyes narrow.

                                   ANTONIO
                       I am grateful I stumbled upon this
                       place and you are kind.

                                   EMILY
                       Seems to happen a lot.

                                   ANTONIO
                       The man of the house?

                                   EMILY
                       He's hunting right now.

               Antonio nods.  Sees his in.

                                   ANTONIO
                       You are alone then?

                                   EMILY
                             (hesitant)
                       For the moment.

               Antonio drops his spoon into the bowl.  Takes on a ravenous
               look.

                                   ANTONIO
                       It has been many days... since I have
                       seen a woman.

                                   EMILY
                             (very worried now)
                       I'll bet.

                                   ANTONIO
                       Your man... he will be gone for some
                       time?

                                   EMILY
                       Back any minute.

               Antonio stands.  Dramatically SWEEPS the table clear.  GRABS
               Emily! 

                                   ANTONIO
                       Though I may not be proud of it, this
                       will take less than a minute.

               Emily SCREAMS!



               EXT. FIELD - NIGHT

               Tim DRAGS a dead boar behind him, bow planted securely in the
               animal's side.

                                   TIM
                       So, what's your name?

               Keeps dragging the animal.

                                   TIM
                       No answer?  You are such a bore.

               Tim makes himself laugh.  Approaches the shack.



               INT. SHACK - SAME

               Tim springs open the door.

                                   TIM
                       I got a boar!

               Emily screams!

                                   EMILY
                       Help!

               Tim, confused, sees Antonio molesting his wife.

                                   TIM
                       Hey!

               He steps into the door as, of course, Arthur is right there.

               Tim FALLS.  The Crossbow goes off... FIRING AN ARROW straight
               into Antonio's back.

               He CRIES OUT!  Falls.  Dies.  

               Tim springs to his feet.  Emily crosses to him and wraps her
               arms around him.

                                   EMILY
                       You saved me!

                                   TIM
                       What the hell is going on?!

                                   EMILY
                       That man!  A Conquistador came to the
                       door while you were gone.  He attacked
                       me.  But... you saved me!

               Tim looks down at the dead Antonio.

                                   TIM
                       Well, I didn't mean to kill him.

                                   EMILY
                       It's probably for the best.  He was in
                       town to kill some guy named Colombo.

                                   TIM
                       Hmmm.

               Emily kisses Tim's cheek as he stares at the body on the
               ground, wondering what to do next.



               EXT. COUCH HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

               American Idol has ended.  Emily is asleep.  Tim lowers her
               head.  Stands and covers her with a blanket.  Leans in and
               kisses her cheek.

               Pauses a moment... notices a scrap of PAPER sticking from the
               back pocket of her jeans.  Hesitates.  Then plucks it out. 
               Opens it.  In poor penmanship, it reads:

                                Had a greate time!  Butch

                             buthisreallyspiderman@gmail.com

               Tim frowns.  Tucks the scrap of paper into his pocket.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               INT. TIM'S DESK - MORNING

               Tim on the phone.

                                   TIM
                       I'm not a kid, sir.  I know what I'm
                       talking about.
                             (beat, listening)
                       I sound young?  Well you sound old
                       which is all the more reason you
                       should be listening to me.  The choir
                       invisible is calling, Abe!

               Dial tone.  Call done.  Tim Hangs up.



               BABE'S DESK - MOMENTS LATER

               Babe looks up.  

                                   BABE
                       Hi, Tim?  What's wrong?

                                   TIM
                       I need help.  But I can't tell you
                       why.

               Babe lifts an eyebrow as Tim takes out the scrap of paper. 
               Hands it to her.

                                   TIM
                       Can you tell me who this is?

               She looks at the scrap.

                                   BABE
                       All I need.  That's the best thing
                       about being an adjuster.  Just give me
                       an email address and I can track down
                       your entire life.

               She types quickly into her computer.

                                   BABE
                       Okay, got it.  His name is Butch
                       Bowman.  Butcher... cute... at
                       Andersons.  That's a supermarket.

                                   TIM
                       I know.  It's where my wife shops.

                                   BABE
                       Twenty one years old.  No criminal
                       past.  Attends Naperville Community
                       College.  Pretty clean.

                                   TIM
                       Thanks.

                                   BABE
                       Are you okay?

                                   TIM
                       Remains to be seen.  Thanks again.

               Tim wanders away.  Babe follows him with her eyes. 
               Concerned.



               INT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - EVENING

               End of the day.  Tim turns off his computer.  Looks around. 
               Few people remain on the floor.  Babe is among them.  She
               watches him. 



               INT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS

               About to push the "UP" button, he looks back to the office
               floor-- notices Babe's eyes on him.  Hits "Down".

               Babe gathers her things.



               EXT. ROAD - EVENING

               Tim's Honda moves through the night.  Another CAR follows not
               far behind.



               EXT. BRIDGE - EVENING

               Tim's Honda slows to a stop.  He climbs out.



               INT. BABE'S CAR - SAME

               At the turn, Babe's car stops.  Turn right, she confronts
               him.  Go straight, she goes on with her life.

               Babe sighs.  Not her fight.  She pushes the accelerator and
               moves on.



               EXT. BRIDGE - EVENING

               Tim heaves himself over the rail to the edge.  Stares down at
               the water.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               INT. COUCH HOME - DINING ROOM - NIGHT

               Tim finishes his meal quietly.  Emily, opposite, does like.

               A quiet moment.  Then:

                                   EMILY
                       I'm going back to work.

               A moment.

                                   TIM
                       Okay.

                                   EMILY
                       I'm bored here.

                                   TIM
                       Okay.  

                                   EMILY
                       You're not going to ask me what I want
                       to do?

                                   TIM
                       Okay.  What do you want to do?

                                   EMILY
                       I want to teach history at Naperville 
                       Community College.

                                   TIM
                             (eyes narrow)
                       Oh, do you now?
                             (beat)
                       Well, you've had jobs before.

                                   EMILY
                       I'm not talking milkmaid, Tim.  I want
                       a career.  A real career.  Since I
                       can't have children.

                                   TIM
                       Low blow.  You know that.
                             (beat)
                       Teaching history?

                                   EMILY
                       I think I'm more than qualified, don't
                       you think?  I think I'd actually offer
                       a neat perspective.

                                   TIM
                       You can't tell anyone.

                                   EMILY
                       I know.

                                   TIM
                       You don't just waltz in and get a
                       college teaching job, you know?  You
                       need credentials.

                                   EMILY
                       So forge them.  You've been doing it
                       for hundreds of years, for
                       christsakes.

                                   TIM
                             (picking at the last
                              bites)
                       Okay.  Whatever.



               INT. STUDY - LATER

               A small room just off the foyer.  A COMPUTER sits on a
               hastily assembled IKEA desk.  

               But the CROWN JEWEL of the room is in Tim's hand right now:
               An authentic mahogany 1955 Les Paul standard electric GUITAR.

               Tim sits in a chair, strumming, unplugged.  Playing a song,
               actually.

                                   TIM
                             (singing)
                       Little darlin', the smiles returning
                       to the faces.  Little darling it seems
                       like years since it's been here.  Here
                       comes the sun...

               IN THE LIVING ROOM-- Emily hears the song.  Crosses into the
               foyer and peeks into the study, watching Tim.  And her face
               softens.  A slow smile reaches her lips.  A flood of love
               fills her heart and she remembers... he can still take her
               breath away.

                                   TIM
                             (singing)
                       Here comes the sun, little darlin'. 
                       Here comes the sun and I say, it's all
                       right...

               And suddenly she feels very sad.  Takes a breath and goes
               back into the kitchen just as Tim looks up.  Never knowing
               that she was there.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               INT. DEAN OF FACULTY'S OFFICE - MORNING 

               The DEAN of the Naperville Community College is impressed. 
               Sets down the resume.

                                   DEAN OF FACULTY
                       Well, Mrs. Couch, you're more than
                       qualified.  In fact, with your
                       credentials, uh, Stanford undergrad,
                       Harvard Law, doctorate from
                       Columbia... I'm a little shocked
                       you're not interviewing at State. 
                       Or... at any other real school.

                                   EMILY
                       This is as real as I need, Dean.  I
                       like to get to the kids that maybe
                       need that extra push, you know?  Sure,
                       it might pay more.  But I'm not in it
                       for the money.
                             (beat)
                       I want to probe young minds.

               Good enough for him.  Offers his hand.

                                   DEAN OF FACULTY
                       Welcome.



               INT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - BREAK ROOM - DAY

               Tim stares, once again, at the skydiving sign-up sheet.



               INT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - MAIN OFFICE

               Tim approaches Babe's desk.  She looks up.  Her eyes
               brighten.

                                   BABE
                       Hello, Tim.

                                   TIM
                       You've done it before.

                                   BABE
                       I've done lots of things before. 
                       Exactly what are you referring to?

                                   TIM
                       Skydiving.

                                   BABE
                       Yes.

                                   TIM
                       I think I want to do it.  I think I
                       want to do it with you.

                                   BABE
                       Tandem.
                             (beat)
                       I'll be on top.  Strapped to you.

                                   TIM
                       It's safe?  You promise?

                                   BABE
                       As safe as anything else, Tim.  There
                       are no guarantees in life.  No matter
                       what you sell.  You know that.
                             (smiling)
                       I'll protect you.

               Tim seems suddenly... relieved.  He smiles.  Then frowns.

                                   TIM
                       Our loins won't touch, right?

               Babe squints.  Really?

                                   BABE
                       No.  Our loins... won't touch.

                                   TIM
                       Okay.  This Saturday then.  Good.

               Tim wanders back to his desk.



               INT. COMMUNITY COLLEGE LECTURE ROOM - AFTERNOON

               Mrs. Emily Couch stands before the class in what they call a
               lecture room... but really just looks like a high school
               classroom.

               Yet, she seems confident.  Like she's addressing the U.S.
               Senate.

                                   EMILY
                       So, in 1905 the Russian Revolution was
                       marred by strikes, terrorism... not
                       unlike what we've seen in Persia...
                       um... I mean, modern day Iran.

               In the fifth row, Butch listens intently; this may be the
               best education he's ever received.  Not for the info, of
               course... he's hot for teacher.

                                   EMILY
                       For many, it was kill or be killed. 
                       So--

               The BELL BLASTS out.  Kids leap a half-second before it and
               are out the door.  All, that is... but Butch.

               Suddenly... they're alone.

                                   EMILY
                       Is there... something I can help you
                       with, Butch?

               Butch stands, almost in slow motion.  He steps... carefully
               forward.  Right before Emily's face.

                                   EMILY
                       Yes, Butch.

                                   BUTCH
                       I want you, Mrs. Couch.

                                   EMILY
                       Emily.

                                   BUTCH
                       I want Mrs. Couch.  Right here.  On
                       the ground of this lectern hall.  

                                   EMILY
                       Lecture hall.

                                   BUTCH
                       Whatever.  I would like to nail you to
                       the floor!

               He GRABS her, with passion.

                                   EMILY
                       We can't, Butch.  You don't
                       understand...

                                   BUTCH
                       Oh, I think I understand.  Our loins
                       are gonna touch.  Big time.

               He kisses her PASSIONATELY.  Her knees weaken.  

                                                              SMASH TO:



               INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

               Emily SHOOTS UP, panting, awake, sweating, tingly.  And
               panicked.

                                   EMILY
                       Oh my God!  I didn't mean it!

               Tim, asleep beside her, grunts.  Asleep.  She shakes him.

                                   EMILY
                       Tim!  Did you hear me!

                                   TIM
                             (sleepily)
                       What.

                                   EMILY
                       I didn't do it.  It was just a dream.

                                   TIM
                       Good for you.

               She starts HITTING him.

                                   EMILY
                       Wake up!

               He shoots up, pissed.

                                   TIM
                       What?!  What-what-what?!

                                   EMILY
                       I've cheated.  Our immortality is
                       gone.

                                   TIM
                       What?!

                                   EMILY
                       Just now.  I had a dream.  Another
                       man.  We kissed!  Our lips touched! 
                       That's all it takes!

               He STARES at her.

                                   TIM
                       Eight hundred years, you've never had
                       a sex dream?

                                   EMILY
                       You have?

                                   TIM
                       All... the... time.

                                   EMILY
                       Tim!

                                   TIM
                       We haven't done it since 1973.  I
                       think I deserve it.

                                   EMILY
                       With another woman?

                                   TIM
                       With lots of other women.

                                   EMILY
                       You... sonofabitch.

                                   TIM
                       I'm right here, Emily.  Wanna have the
                       flesh and blood boom-ya? I'm here. 
                       Really?  Huh?  Gimmie the pie
                       sweetheart!  But no.  I guess not. 
                             (sweeping under the covers
                              again)
                       You couldn't find my loins if I pinned
                       a map to your eyeballs.

                                   EMILY
                       Who wants it?!

                                   TIM
                       Clearly not you.

                                   EMILY
                       Clearly.  

                                   TIM
                       Good night, Emily.  Sweet dreams. 
                       Bang away.

               Tim rolls over.  Back to sleep.  Emily huffs.   Gets out of
               bed.  Leaves the bedroom.... 



               INT. COUCH HOME - STUDY - MOMENTS LATER

               The house is dark.  Emily, in only her nightgown and still
               fuming, fires up the computer.  Opens her email.  Enters:
               "butchisreallyspiderman@gmail.com" and types a simple one
               line note: 

                           "Want to get together this weekend?"

               Hits "Send".  Stares at the screen with this look: That'll
               show him.  Stands.  Leaves.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               INT. HOME - BEDROOM - MORNING

               An alarm clock BLARES.  Emily's hand smashes it silent.  She
               sits straight up and peels the covers away.  

               What is about to happen will appear highly choreographed. 
               But not in a good way.  And it happens without a single edit. 



               STAIRCASE

               Emily steps slowly down, no robe this time... she's also
               dressed for work... to the front door.  Opens it.  Grabs the
               newspaper and, without looking, tosses it behind her.

               TIM, halfway down the stairs, MISSES it.  Reaches down to
               pick it up, loses his balance and falls down the stairs.

               Not noticing, Emily moves into...  



               KITCHEN

               Tim, grabbing his ankle, hopping, follows her.

               Emily grabs a frying pan and fires up the gas stove as Tim
               turns on the coffee maker.  It's not been prepared.  He
               fumbles for the coffee.  Makes a mess.  Finally gets it
               going.  Turns and opens the refrigerator and tosses two eggs.    

               Emily is a few seconds late.  The eggs drop and SPLAT on the
               ground.

               As Emily starts to wipe the eggs and fix the mistake, Tim
               moves to the...



               BACK DOOR/YARD

               where he lets ARTHUR, the dog, out.  Follows the pooch out
               and massages his ankle.  Gets hit by the dog on the way in
               and FALLS AGAIN!

                                   TIM
                       Sonofabitch!

               We FOLLOW Arthur the dog into--



               KITCHEN

               where Emily already has NEW eggs frying.  Tim enters, cursing
               to himself, grabbing one coffee cup, SPILLING it.  Grabs the
               other (leaving Emily with none) POUNDS IT and slides it to
               Emily who lets it FALL and BREAK in the sink.  Slips into a
               chair at the kitchen table as Emily flips the eggs, waits a
               moment, flips them back onto a plate.  PICKS UP THE PLATE,
               GRABS A FORK AND EATS THE EGGS!  

               Tim sighs.  Emily shrugs and crosses into--



               HALLWAY

               She grabs Tim's briefcase... and her own.  Crosses back into--



               KITCHEN

               Tim, hungry, closes his newspaper, which has left ink stains
               on his fingers.  Stands and POP, WHACKS a piece of toast
               that's just been sprung free across the room.  He sighs
               again, grabs the briefcase from Emily as he passes her,
               heading to--



               FRONT DOOR

               which Emily opens.  Crosses out.

               Tim starts to pass through as their dog.  STOPS as  Arthur
               suddenly stands directly in front of him.

                                   TIM
                       Not today, dog.

               Arthur, shamed, moves out of Tim's way.  He splits and Emily
               closes the door.



               EXT. COUCH HOME - FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS

               It is an unusually warm, unusually sunny and beautifully
               bright day.

               Tim calls out to Emily, who's about to get into her car.

                                   TIM
                       I forgot to tell you... I have to work
                       this weekend.  Big account from
                       Wichita is coming in.  

                                   EMILY
                       That works for me.  I have lunch date
                       planned with Martha.

                                   TIM
                       Who's Martha?

                                   EMILY
                       Do we care?

               Thinks about it.

                                   TIM
                       Nope.

               She nods.  Gets in her car.  Starts it.



               INT. CLASSROOM - DAY

               Emily settles her nerves as the bored STUDENTS slope into the
               classroom.  She wears a bright smile.  Especially when Butch
               enters the room and grabs a desk, waving to her.

                                   EMILY
                       Welcome everyone.  My name is Mrs.
                       Couch.
                             (beat)
                       Although, I want you all to just call
                       me Emily.

               She looks at Butch.  Nearly winks.



               INT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - MAIN OFFICE - MORNING

               Tim stands at the entrance to the main office with a fair
               view of the BREAK ROOM.  Sighs.  Scans the room and sees Babe
               at her desk.  He smiles.  Stares back to the break room and
               gets a faint look at the Skydiving sign-up sheet.  Smiles.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               INT. COUCH HOME - FOYER

               Doorbell DINGS!  Emily appears and swings open the door to
               reveal: JIMMY THE BAG MAN (from the supermarket).



               INT. COUCH HOME - LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

               Jimmy sits in an EZ-Chair.

                                   JIMMY THE BAG MAN
                       So, you want me to whack him?

               Emily sits on the couch opposite.

                                   EMILY
                       No!  I don't want you to "whack" him.

                                   JIMMY THE BAG MAN
                       I mean hit him.  Like with my fist.

                                   EMILY
                       I just want you to scare him.

                                   JIMMY THE BAG MAN
                       With a gun?

                                   EMILY
                       No.  Yes.  Maybe.  Do you have one? 
                       As long as its not loaded.  I just
                       want you to pretend to be his mugger.

                                   JIMMY THE BAG MAN
                       His mother?

                                   EMILY
                       His mug-ger.  I want you to try and
                       mug him.  M-u-g.  Then I will spring
                       into action.  

                                   JIMMY THE BAG MAN
                       I don't know.  I'm a pretty big boy.

                                   EMILY
                       I can take care of it, Jimmy.  Trust
                       me.
                             (beat)
                       How much are we talkin'?

               Jimmy thinks.

                                   JIMMY THE BAG MAN
                       For this job, like a thousand?

                                   EMILY
                       Mother--

                                                              SMASH TO:



               EXT. SKY - SAME

                                   TIM
                       --fuc....!!!!!!!

               The obscenity is lost in the turbulence as Tim LEAPS from a
               plane, attached to Babe.  Both suited, Tim scared out of his
               mind.

               They spin gracefully in air.  Tim slowly loses his fear and
               starts to get juiced.

                                   TIM
                       Yeah, yeah!

                                   BABE
                       Whoa!!!!

                                   TIM
                       I can't believe I'm doing this!!!

                                   BABE
                       It's amazing!!!

                                   TIM
                       Don't let me fall!!!

                                   BABE
                       Too late!!!

               At some point a cord will be pulled.  But for now, for an
               instant... they float.



               EXT. PARK - DAY

               Elsewhere... Butch and Emily walk together at a town center
               park.

                                   BUTCH
                       This is nice.

                                   EMILY
                       It is, isn't it.

                                   BUTCH
                       I mean being with you.  This park is
                       lame.

                                   EMILY
                       Oh.  That's sweet.
                             (beat)
                       I got you something.

               Emily opens the bag she's holding... revealing an X-Men #1.  

                                   BUTCH
                       Are you fucking kidding me?

               Butch looks like he's about to have a heart attack.

                                   EMILY
                             (coy)
                       Is that one... a big deal.

                                   BUTCH
                       Holy crap!  Holy crap!  
                             (pointing out the cover)
                       1963.  Mint!  Shit!  It's real!  Oh my
                       god, how did you get this?!

                                   EMILY
                       I have my ways.

                                   BUTCH
                       What are the ways?

                                   EMILY
                       Stop asking questions, Butch.

                                   BUTCH
                       Emily... you don't know how much this
                       means to me.

               Butch stares in her eyes.  And, while its been flirtatious to
               this point... Now it gets dangerous.  He starts to lean in to
               kiss her.  She hesitates.  But only slightly.  And the end is
               almost neigh when...

               A MASKED MAN jumps from the shrubs, holding a gun!

                                   MASKED MAN
                             (unconvincingly)
                       Gimmie you, uh, stuff!

               Bad timing.  Butch freaks out.  Gets behind Emily, protecting
               the comic most of all.

                                   EMILY
                       No.

                                   MASKED MAN
                       Um... please?  I have a gun

               Emily gets into a karate pose... and then KICKS THE SHIT out
               of the Masked Man, in ways that would make the Karate Kid
               shit his pants.  Spin kicks, drops, twists.  We're DAZZLED.

               So is Butch!  And the Masked Man lies on the ground,
               crumpled, bleeding, planing on using that thousand bucks,
               now, on medical/dental.

               Emily grabs Butch... pulls him from the scene.  Smiling.

               Butch is AMAZED.  

                                   BUTCH
                       You saved me... again.

                                   EMILY
                       I know.

                                   BUTCH
                       How did you learn how to do that?

                                   EMILY
                       Master Gichin Funakoshi.
                             (off his confused look)
                       Ladies self-defense class.
                             (beat)
                       We should do this again, Butch.

                                   BUTCH
                       What, that thing?  I dunno.

                                   EMILY
                       What are you doing next weekend?

                                   BUTCH
                       There's usually a party or something.

                                   EMILY
                       Uh... exactly.  You're coming to my
                       party.  Invite your friends!

                                   BUTCH
                       My friends?

                                   EMILY
                       All of them.  And, really... please
                       stop with the questions.



               INT. BABE'S CAR - DAY (DRIVING)

               Babe behind the wheel... Tim is BEAMING.  In his own world
               right now.  Proud of himself.

                                   TIM
                       I think I want to do that again.

                                   BABE
                       It's amazing, huh?

                                   TIM
                       I've never felt like that!  In eight
                       hundred years!

                                   BABE
                       What do you mean?

                                   TIM
                             (realizing his mistake)
                       I... It's an exaggeration.  I just
                       mean its been a long time.  Never,
                       actually, that I felt that kind of
                       rush.

                                   BABE
                       Never?

                                   TIM
                       There've maybe been a few times.  But
                       that was top of the list.

                                   BABE
                       You know what I feel when I do that?
                             (beat)
                       Immortal.

                                   TIM
                       Why would you say that?

                                   BABE
                       I dunno.  I feel like I can see the
                       whole world, eternity, and it's mine. 
                       And I know, even though I'm falling, I
                       will be safe.

                                   TIM
                       Hmmm.  And what makes you so sure? 
                       Accidents happen.

                                   BABE
                       I know.  Because I packed the chute.



               EXT. COUCH HOME - SAME

               Babe's car rolls to a stop.



               INT. BABE'S CAR - CONTINUOUS

                                   TIM
                       Thanks for today, Babe.

               Tim looks out the window.  At his house.  A feeling of dread
               washes over him in high contrast to the last few hours.

               Babe picks up on it.



               INT. COUCH HOME - LIVING ROOM - SAME

               Emily peeks out the window.  Sees Tim in the car with Babe. 
               Frowns.



               INT. BABE'S CAR - CONTINUOUS

               Tim sighs.  Reaches for the handle when--

                                   BABE
                       Do you know why most marriages fail,
                       statistically?

               Tim lets go of the handle.  Looks to Babe.

                                   TIM
                       Enlighten me.

                                   BABE
                       Lack of communication.  Kids, work,
                       distractions.  Et cetera.  Husband and
                       wife fail to communicate, thus
                       destroying the very foundation of
                       what's been built to, theoretically,
                       stand the test of time.  Which is much
                       harder than surviving an earthquake or
                       a tsunami, statistically.

                                   TIM
                       Clearly, you've never been in love.

                                   BABE
                       Not exactly.
                             (beat)
                       I thought I was once.  I now chalk it
                       up to indigestion.

               Tim smiles.

                                   TIM
                       I'll see you tomorrow.

               He gets out.  

               EMILY-- quickly disappears from the window before Tim notices
               her there.

               Tim heads to the front door.

               BACK IN THE CAR-- Babe pines a moment.  Then drives off.



               INT. COUCH HOME - KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

               Emily is building a sandwich.  For herself.  Tim enters.

                                   TIM
                       Hey.

                                   EMILY
                       Oh.  You're home.  How was weekend
                       work?

                                   TIM
                       Fantastic.  How was Martha?

                                   EMILY
                       Who?

                                   TIM
                       Exactly.

               Tim sits at the kitchen table.

                                   TIM
                       Is that for me?

                                   EMILY
                       No.

               She takes a bite.

                                   EMILY
                       Who was that with you in the car?

                                   TIM
                       Babe Buell.  We work together.

                                   EMILY
                       Do you now?

                                   TIM
                       Do I detect a hint of jealousy?

                                   EMILY
                       You wish.

               Emily throws the remaining half of her sandwich in the
               garbage.  Dramatically.

                                   TIM
                       Thanks.

                                   EMILY
                       Oh, we're having a party.

                                   TIM
                       We are?

                                   EMILY
                       Yes.  Next weekend.

                                   TIM
                       We've never had a party.

                                   EMILY
                       About time, then, dontcha think?

                                   TIM
                       What the hell is going on, Emily?

                                   EMILY
                             (cool as a yogurt stand)
                       Don't talk to me that way.

               Tim sighs.  Buzz gone, he buries his head in his folded arms. 
               Lifts it.  Finally notices her ring hand:

                                   TIM
                       Where's the ring I bought you?  That
                       was really fuckin' expensive!

                                   EMILY
                       With the others.

                                   TIM
                       That's what this is isn't it?!

               She leaves the room.

                                   TIM
                       It's the ring!

                                                              SMASH TO:



               INT. DR. MERLINSKI'S OFFICE - DAY

               Maybe yesterday.  Maybe a hundred years ago.  Same setting;
               Tim on the left side of the couch.  Emily on the right.

                                   DR. MERLINSKI (O.S.)
                       Tell me about the ring.

                                   EMILY
                       I don't want to talk about it.

                                   TIM
                             (shaking his head)
                       She's never gonna forgive me.



               EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK YARD - MORNING

               A pristine Emily, dressed in flowing lace, yet primped dress,
               an ornate hat and dragging a suitcase approaches a large
               SHIP.  

               SUPER THE LEGEND:

                                Southampton, England, 1912

               She finds a SHIPMATE.  Hands her ticket.  He directs her up a
               ramp.



               EXT. SOUTHHAMPTON - STREET - SAME

               Tim TEARS through the street at breakneck speed.  SHOVING
               people out of the way.

                                   TIM
                       Emily!

               He CRASHES through a fruit cart.  It barely slows him.



               EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK YARD - PASSENGER LOADING - MORNING

               Emily struggles to get her bag up the loading gate.  And no
               one seems to want to help her, which she finds particularly
               annoying.  When suddenly, Tim appears at the base of the
               dock.

                                   TIM
                       Emily!

                                   EMILY
                       Go away, Tim!  I've made up my mind.

                                   TIM
                       Please!

                                   EMILY
                       I'm just sick of your shit, Tim! I
                       want a regular life!

                                   TIM
                       Then we'll have one!

                                   EMILY
                       That's impossible!  Together.

                                   TIM
                       Emily, no!

                                   EMILY
                       Excuse me?!

               Tim marches up the ramp and GRABS his wife.

                                   EMILY
                       What are you doing?

                                   TIM
                       Taking back my wife, damnit!  I'm sick
                       of this crap.

               He YANKS her down the dock by the hand.  Pulls.  Accidentally
               pulls the wedding ring... the irreplaceable one he gave her
               700 or so years ago... from her finger.

               It FALLS in slow motion.  Almost floats for a moment.  Hits
               the water.  SINKS into the water.

                                   EMILY
                       My ring!

               Tim pays no attention.  Yanks her off the dock.  Picks up her
               case and marches her far from the enormous ship.

               The same ship that gets ready to sail now.  Ramps retracted,
               the steamer BLOWS ITS HORN.  Begins its voyage.  As it floats
               past we see the christened name of this vessel: TITANIC.



               INT. DR. MERLINSKI'S OFFICE - RESUME SCENE

               And finally... we SEE Dr. Merlinski; he is THE OLD MAN, the
               wizard, that granted Tim and Emily eternal life.  He looks
               much better now, though.  Still old, but the beard is cropped
               to a handsome goatee.  Very Donald Sutherland (if he's
               reading this).

                                   DR. MERLINSKI
                       You're still angry about that, Emily?

                                   EMILY
                       Why wouldn't I be?  That was the very
                       symbol of our love.  Our life.  
                             (beat)
                       You know what?  This is pointless. 
                       You should have let me go back then.  

               Emily stands.  Exits the room dramatically.

                                   TIM
                       You see what I have to deal with?

                                   DR. MERLINSKI
                       Do you want to continue alone?

                                   TIM
                       I mean, Merlin, what's the point?

                                   DR. MERLINSKI
                       It's Merlinski now.  Doctor Merlinski.

                                   TIM
                       I'm sorry, but seriously.

                                   DR. MERLINSKI
                       No one has that name anymore.  It's
                       not like "Tim" or "Emily" or "Phil". 
                       You can't go around saying my name is
                       Merlin without someone thinking you
                       think you're a wizard.

                                   TIM
                       But you are a wizard.

                                   DR. MERLINSKI
                       Beside the point.

                                   TIM
                       She doesn't know.  But I felt really
                       bad about the ring.

                                   DR. MERLINSKI
                       How bad?

                                                              SMASH TO:



               EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK YARD - MORNING

               No ship in sight.  Just Tim.  Standing right at dockside. 
               Staring down at the water.

               SUPER THE LEGEND:

                                          Day 2

               Tim JUMPS into the water.  Stays under.  Awhile. 
               Resurfaces... without the ring.



               EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK YARD - AFTERNOON

               Exact same scene.  Tim.  Dock.  Jumps in.

                                          Day 15



               EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK YARD - AFTERNOON

               Exact same scene.  Tim.  Dock.  Jumps in.

                                          Day 75



               EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK YARD - AFTERNOON

               Exact same scene.  Tim.  Dock.  Jumps in.

                                         Day 228



               EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK YARD - AFTERNOON

               Exact same scene.  Tim.  Dock.  Jumps in.

                                         Day 584



               INT. DR. MERLINSKI'S OFFICE - RESUME SCENE

               Tim shrugs his shoulders.

                                   TIM
                       I went back to try and find it.
                             (beat)
                       A lot.

               Dr. Merlinski nods.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               INT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - MAIN OFFICE

               Tim sits at his desk, occasionally gesturing, trying to get
               Babe's attention.

               She finally looks up.  Spots him.  He waves her over.  She
               stands.  Crosses to him

                                   BABE
                       I have a phone, you know?

                                   TIM
                       I need your help.

                                   BABE
                       Again?  What's the email address?

                                   TIM
                       My wife is throwing a party.

                                   BABE
                       Okay...  What do you need, streamers?

                                   TIM
                       Guests.

                                   BABE
                       Invite your friends.

                                   TIM
                       I don't have any.

                                   BABE
                       You've been here a year and you
                       haven't made any friends? 
                       Acquaintances?

               Tim shakes his head.

                                   BABE
                       Is this your way of inviting me to a
                       party?

                                   TIM
                       And hoping you have other people that
                       will some.

                                   BABE
                       Amazingly, I know very few of these
                       jokers too.

               She scans the room.

                                   BABE
                       There's The Juggler.

                                   TIM
                       Who?

                                   BABE
                       I don't know his real name.  We just
                       call him The Juggler.

                                   TIM
                       Why?



               INT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - MAIN OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

               Tim's Desk, specifically.  PAT "THE JUGGLER" DAVIDSON, late
               thirties, has one knee up on Tim's desk. 
               A paunchy, cocky guy in a loose suit.  Chubby babyface.  Full
               of confidence that betrays his complete ineptitude.  

               Babe stands next to him, her arms folded.

                                   DAVIDSON
                       Babe here says you're rockin' a crib
                       this Sat.

               Pat starts BOUNCING HIS BALLS with his right hand.  A nervous
               habit and clearly the source of his nickname.

                                   TIM
                       Huh?

                                   BABE
                       I told him about the party.  he wants
                       to come.

                                   DAVIDSON
                       Will there be chicks?

                                   TIM
                       My wife.  

                                   BABE
                       And I'll be there.

               Davidson looks at her.  Huffs.

                                   DAVIDSON
                       Right.  Well, count me in.  
                             (beat, raises his ball
                              scratching hand)
                       High five.

               Tim ignores this.  Just,

                                   TIM
                       I'll... see you there.



               INT. HONDA - CONTINUOUS

               Tim puts the key in.  The engine won't turn.  He tries again. 
               And again.  Then FREAKS OUT, bashing at the wheel!

                                   TIM
                       Goddamn car piece of rotten crap
                       mother--

               Starts BANGING his head on the steering wheel.

                                   TIM
                       Why won't things work?!?!?!



               INT. COUCH HOME - EVENING

               Emily is dressed to the nines.  More cocktail party than
               anything.  The doorbell rings.  She crosses it and wearing
               her brightest smile, opens.

                                   PARTY DUDE
                       Yo!  Where's the beer?!

               He's not the only one.  15 TWENTY-SOMETHINGS charge into the
               house.

               Tim, on the living room couch, is dressed casually.

                                   TIM
                             (delightfully
                              condescending)
                       Your guests?

                                   EMILY
                             (slightly embarrassed)
                       Yes.

                                   TIM
                       This is gonna be fun.

                                   EMILY
                       Shut up.



               INT. COUCH HOME - LIVING ROOM - LATER

               This impromptu frat party is in full effect.  MUSIC is
               POUNDING, BEER is CHUGGING.  Someone's brought in a KEG
               that's sitting in a bucket of ice in the KITCHEN.  The whole
               scene littered with community college cliches (too many to
               list here, so its left to your imagination).  

               Suffice to say, this is no the type of party Emily
               envisioned.

               Tim moves slowly through the party, sipping a can of Pepsi. 
               Smiling at this disaster.  From the CORNER Babe waves.  He
               crosses to her.

                                   BABE
                       Interesting party.

                                   TIM
                       I didn't invite them.  I think they're
                       my wife's students.  And their
                       friends.  And their friend's friends.
                             (beat, looking her over)
                       You look beautiful.

                                   BABE
                             (blushing)
                       I overdressed.

                                   TIM
                       Not at all  there was no way to
                       anticipate this.

               ACROSS THE ROOM--

               Pat "The Juggler" is talking to a 22 year old CO-ED.

                                   COED
                       So why do they call you "The Juggler"

                                   DAVIDSON
                       Want me to show you?



               IN THE OTHER CORNER--

               Butch is doing a KEG STAND.  He finishes with a ROAR as Emily
               approaches.

                                   BUTCH
                       Yea!

               High-fives all around.  Emily gets caught in the spray.

                                   EMILY
                       Are you having a good time, Butch?

                                   BUTCH
                       Yo, this party rocks, Mrs. Couch!

                                   EMILY
                       Sure.

               Butch notices her displeasure.

                                   BUTCH
                       Is something wrong?

                                   EMILY
                       I just don't get you, Butch.

                                   BUTCH
                       Why?

                                   EMILY
                       I just wasn't expecting... I mean,
                       you're like this geeky, dorky comic
                       book loving guy, no offense.  But then
                       you're also this beer chugging jock.  

                                   BUTCH
                       So?

                                   EMILY
                       It's just... incongruous.  Ironic. 
                       That you're those things.

                                   BUTCH
                       Why can't I be both?

               Emily chuckles to herself.  She gazes at him a moment.  It's
               enough, across the room, for BABE TO NOTICE--

                                   BABE
                       Who's that your wife is talking to?

               Tim looks.

                                   TIM
                       Remember when I had you run that name
                       for me?  That's the guy.

                                   BABE
                       Butch?

               Tim nods.  Can't think about it.  Looks to Babe.

                                   TIM
                       Want to see something cool?

                                   BABE
                       Sure.

               He leads her out of the room.  To...



               INT. STUDY - CONTINUOUS

               Tim closes the door, muting the revelry in the house. 
               Crosses to the Les Paul enshrined in the corner.

                                   TIM
                       Here it is.

                                   BABE
                       A guitar?

                                   TIM
                       Not just any guitar!  This is a 1955
                       Les Paul Standard, PAF pickups.

                                   BABE
                       I'm sorry, I don't know guitars.

                                   TIM
                       Well, if you did, this would be a
                       really big deal.

                                   BABE
                       Oh, right, you were in a band.

               Sore subject when Tim recalls it.  Babe notices this.

                                   BABE
                       Uh, can you play me a song?

                                   TIM
                       I'd have to go find the amp.

                                   BABE
                       Just play it like you had one. 
                       Acapulco.

                                   TIM
                       A Capella  I don't know.

                                   BABE
                       Please?

                                   TIM
                       What would you like to hear?  I know
                       everything.

                                   BABE
                       Your choice.

               She sits in a leather chair.  Smiles.  Tim smiles back.

                                   TIM
                       Okay.  Probably something modern.  But
                       not too modern.  Music got weird
                       lately.



               INT. KITCHEN - SAME

               A crowd of Partygoers chant:

                                   PARTY DUDES AND CHICKS
                       Down,. Down, down!

               And we see Emily do a keg stand.  Finishes like a pro, back
               to her feet; she's hammered!



               INT. STUDY - SAME

               Tim rests the base of the guitar on his lap.  Starts
               strumming.  And sings.  

                                   TIM
                       Any minute now, my ship is coming in. 
                       I keep checking the horizon.  And I'll
                       stand on the bow and feel the waves
                       come crashing in.  Come crashing down
                       on me.  
                             (chord change)
                       And you say... be still, my love. 
                       Open up your heart, let the light
                       shine in.  Don't you understand, I
                       already have a plan... I'm waiting for
                       my real life to begin.

               He stops but Colin James Hay's "Waiting for my Real Life to
               Begin" continues.

                                   BABE
                       That was beautiful.

                                   TIM
                       It would be better with an amp.

                                   BABE
                             (softly)
                       I don't think so.

               They STARE at each other.  Long, quiet moment.  She leans
               in... and the end is neigh when--

               Suddenly the DOOR swings open.  It's Emily, barely able to
               stand.

                                   EMILY
                             (hammered)
                       There you are!  We're out of vodka! 
                       I'm gunna go drive and get sum.

                                   TIM
                       I don't think that's a wise plan.

                                   BABE
                       I'll go.

                                   EMILY
                       Who da heller you?

                                   BABE
                       I'm Babe.

                                   TIM
                       We work together.

               Emily nods an annoyed and slightly suspicious but too-drunk
               to-care nod.

                                   EMILY
                       Ahhh... right.  I member you now.
                             (calling out to the party)
                       Hey, my hubby's babe is gonna go!  Par
                       tee!!!!

               Emily leaves, shutting the door behind her.

               Tim looks to Babe.
                                   TIM
                       That's very nice of you but you don't
                       have to go. 

                                   BABE
                       I don't mind.  Thank you for the song.
                             (beat)
                       It made my night.

               She stands.

                                   BABE
                       Oh!

                                   TIM
                       What's wrong?

                                   BABE
                       I got you something.

                                   TIM
                       You didn't have to get me something.

               She reaches into her purse and pulls out a small wrapped
               present.  He takes it.  He unwraps the copy of Romeo and
               Juliet.

                                   BABE
                       Irony, right?  It's unappreciated.

               Tim chuckles.

                                   BABE
                       Why are you laughing?

                                   TIM
                       I'm sorry.  It's wonderful.  You have
                       no idea how correct you are.

                                   BABE
                       I'm gonna... go get the vodka.

               Tim nods.  Stares long and hard into Babe.



               INT. KITCHEN - SAME

               Emily gets ready for another keg stand.  Tussles Butch's
               hair.

                                   BUTCH
                       You're hella cool, Emily.

                                   EMILY
                       I am hella cool, aren't I?!  I always
                       thought so too.
                             (beat, re: keg stand)
                       Les do this bitch!

               She does.  Like a pro.



               INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (LATER)

               The house is TRASHED.  Tim moves slowly through the wreckage. 
               The party is long over.  He surveys the damage; looks like a
               great party.

               Emily is passed out on the couch.

               He stares down at her.  Her sleeping face.  God, she's
               beautiful; her pale skin glistens.  Her body, amazing.  

               Tim grabs a BLANKET.  Covers Emily, lovingly.  Stares at her
               a moment more.  

               He smiles.  Then looks at the copy of Romeo and Juliet Babe
               gave him.  Frowns.  Sighs.  Leaves.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               INT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - MAIN OFFICE

               Tim sits at his desk.  STARING at the copy of Romeo and
               Juliet.  He waits a beat.  Picks up the phone.

                                   TIM
                             (into phone)
                       Are you available for lunch?
                             (beat)
                       I know they will.  We'll get there
                       separately.  Dragon Cafe at noon? 
                       Okay.



               INT. DRAGON CAFE - AFTERNOON

               Tim sits alone at a back booth in this low budget Chinese
               restaurant.  He TAPS his fingers nervously.

               Babe appears.

                                   BABE
                       Hey.  Are you okay?
                             (beat)
                       You sounded weird on the phone.

                                   TIM
                       Lets order a drink.

                                   BABE
                       A little early, doncha think?  Anyway
                       you don't drink.

               She takes a seat opposite him.  A WAITER approaches.

                                   TIM
                       Today I do.
                             (to Waiter)
                       Two vodka gimlets.

                                   BABE
                       Seriously?

                                   TIM
                       You're gonna want it, trust me.  We
                       need to take the rest of the day off.

                                   BABE
                       You're scaring me.

                                   TIM
                       Don't be scared.  But drink.

               The drinks arrive just as he says this.  She takes a hesitant
               sip.  Tim POUNDS his.  Quickly orders another.  Then, to
               Babe:

                                   TIM
                       How old do you think I am?

               She's confused and slightly frightened.

                                   BABE
                       I dunno.  28?

                                   TIM
                       I'm going to tell you something I've
                       never told anyone.  I wasn't really
                       allowed to tell anyone.  For a long
                       time.  But now... it's time.  Because
                       I trust you and I am very confused. 
                       So... here it goes...
                             (beat)
                       I am one thousand-two hundred and
                       eleven years old.  Last Thursday.

               Babe looks at him like he just sprouted a tail.  Purses her
               lips and nods.

                                   BABE
                       Well.  You look great.

                                   TIM
                       I'm serious.

                                   BABE
                       And you're seriously freaking me out
                       here!  What is this?  Why would you
                       say something so... crazy... to me?    

                                   TIM
                       I'm not crazy.

                                   BABE
                       That's what all crazy people say. 
                       That's why it's always such a
                       surprise.

                                   TIM
                       Just let me explain.  This is hard. 
                       It stared a long time ago.  With a
                       wizard.

               Every neuron in her head is telling Babe to stand up and
               leave.  But she doesn't  She holds there a moment.  Listens. 
               Starts to get sucked in.



               MONTAGE--

               Dissolving frame after frame as Tim tells his story.  Of
               dragons, Spanish Conquistadors...

                                   TIM
                       ...there was no way out...

               Discovering America...

                                   TIM
                       Columbus wanted to go south and I'm
                       like, no, stay straight...

                The Titanic...

                                   TIM
                       ...really big ship...

                The Beatles...

                                   TIM
                       I was, like, No, that's cool.  I get
                       it.  This guy Paul is a really good
                       bass player.  Good luck with that. 
                       I'm sure you guys will do fine.  All
                       you need is Paul.

               Babe laughs, frowns, just hangs... on every story.  Sucked in
               is an understatement.  Babe, as the story reaches its end,
               has fallen in love.



               INT. DRAGON CAFE - LATER

               MANY finished vodka gimlets.  Tim sighs.

                                   TIM
                       So, now you know it all.

               Babe looks dazed.  

                                   BABE
                       I... believe you.  I don't know why
                       but, I do.

                                   TIM
                       I think I'm done.

                                   BABE
                       What happens next?

                                   TIM
                       I have no idea.  I just know that
                       something has to change.  

                                   BABE
                       Have you talked to your wife about
                       this? 
                       Probably wanna give her a heads up on
                       that.  Giving up immortality and all,
                       affects her too.

                                   TIM
                       I can't.  You told me before about
                       marriage being about communication?  
                       I communicated for the first four
                       hundred years.  The next four hundred? 
                       I could have been channeling the next
                       great gospel of from above and you
                       know what I got?

                                   BABE
                       Resistance?

                                   TIM
                       Dial tone.

                                   BABE
                       I'll honest, there's part of me that
                       wants to tear your clothes off, Tim. 
                       Take you home and let you have your
                       way and let you know that that's what
                       I want you to do.
                             (beat)
                       And then there's part of me that wants
                       to help you save what you already
                       have.  Which is not like me.  
                             (beat)
                       If you are who you say you are... if
                       you really are eight hundred plus...
                       why would you give that up?

               Babe is near tears.

                                   TIM
                       Have dinner with me.

                                   BABE
                       It's not right.

                                   TIM
                       As friends.  My wife has to work
                       tonight.  We'll go back to our special
                       place.

                                   BABE
                       TGI Fridays?

                                   TIM
                       And we'll talk more there.  I have big
                       decisions to make.  I want to make
                       them with you.

               She smiles.  Rests her head on his shoulder in a familiar
               position... that makes Tim... uneasy.



               INT. SUPERMARKET - MEATS - DAY

               Emily pushes her cart to the butcher section.  And there he
               is, without fail, Butch.  He's cutting bacon.

                                   EMILY
                       Have fun last night, Butch?

               Butch smiles.

                                   BUTCH
                       Hey, teech!

                                   EMILY
                       Now--

                                   BUTCH
                       --Emily.  I know.  I had a blast.  I
                       dunno why you're so nice to me.

                                   EMILY
                       Really?

                                   BUTCH
                             (suddenly uncomfortable)
                       I have the hots for you, no doubt,
                       Emily.  But I don't get it.  You're
                       married.

                                   EMILY
                       I am.

                                   BUTCH
                       Isn't that... wrong?

               Butch stops cutting the bacon.

                                   EMILY
                             (nodding)
                       Completely.

               They whisper now after it looks like another BUTCHER is
               eavesdropping.

                                   BUTCH
                       I really don't know how to handle
                       this.  You're, like, my professor, and
                       like this hot lady that shops at my
                       market, and a cool friend.  But if I
                       do you I'm like crossing a bad line.

                                   EMILY
                       I understand how you feel.  But my
                       husband hasn't been a husband for a
                       long time.  It's time, in my mind, for
                       a change.  

                                   BUTCH
                       That's why my Dad is living in Brazil.

                                   EMILY
                       How about we start light, then?  Just
                       a dinner.

                                   BUTCH
                       Like a date?

                                   EMILY
                       Yeah.  A real date.  And at the end of
                       it, just so you know, you're probably
                       not going to have to try too hard.

               Beat.

                                   BUTCH
                       You want meat?

                                   EMILY
                       Bacon, please.  Bring it.



               EXT. TGI FRIDAYS - NIGHT

               Emily and Butch approach the entrance.  They're laughing.  He
               grabs the door for her.



               INT. TGI FRIDAYS - CONTINUOUS

               The approach a cheery, pretty young HOSTESS.

                                   EMILY
                       Two, please.

                                   HOSTESS
                       It's about a twenty minute wait. 
                       Would you like to wait at the bar?

                                   EMILY
                             (to Butch)
                       Buy me a drink?

                                   BUTCH
                       Sure.

               And that's where they head.  Meanwhile, back outside...



               EXT. TGI FRIDAYS - SAME

               Tim gets out of his car.  Crosses to the passenger side and,
               gentlemanly, lets Babe out, holding her hand.

                                   BABE
                       Wow.  Gracious.

                                   TIM
                       Grace is important.

                                   BABE
                       As important as irony?

                                   TIM
                             (coy)
                       The evening's not over yet.

               He flashes a smile.  Hooks his arm.  She takes it.



               INT. TGI FRIDAYS - BAR - SAME

               Butch and Emily take a seat at the bar.  

                                   EMILY
                       Two beers, please.



               HOSTESS STATION - SAME

               Tim and Babe approach the still smiling Hostess.

                                   TIM
                       Table for two?

                                   HOSTESS
                       It's about a twenty minute wait. 
                       Would you like to wait at the bar?

                                   TIM
                       Okay with you?

               Babe nods.

               Tim nods and leads Babe over to the bar area when he SPOT
               EMILY WITH BUTCH.  Freezes.

                                   BABE
                       Is there something wrong?

               Tim feels rage, then shame ('cause he's "cheating" a little
               too).

                                   TIM
                       I... need to use the bathroom.  Bad.

                                   BABE
                       Wow.  Okay.  Well you should go then.

                                   TIM
                       Just, uh--

                                   BABE
                             (a little confused)
                       --I'll go sit at the bar.  And wait
                       for you.



               BAR - SAME

               Emily, nodding to something Butch has said, lets her eyes
               wander and SEES TIME WITH EMILY.  Quickly turns back to
               Butch.

                                   EMILY
                       Shit.

                                   BUTCH
                       What's wrong?

                                   EMILY
                       Nothing.

               Emily peeks back and sees Tim move hastily to the bathroom.

               Emily slides off her stool.  

                                   EMILY
                       I'll be right back.  I forgot
                       something in the car.

                                   BUTCH
                       What did you forget?

               Emily doesn't answer.  Stands and brushes past Babe.  Who
               notices her.  Gets it.  Nods.  Crosses to the bar and takes a
               seat one stool down from Butch.



               EXT. TGI FRIDAYS - PARKING LOT - MOMENTS LATER

               Emily races to her car.  Gets in.  

               Moments later, sneaking out the back door of the restaurant,
               Tim appears.  Spots Emily's car as it starts... and drives
               off.

               He waits.  Wants her to get home first.    Slowly crosses to
               his car.  Keys his way in.



               INT. TGI FRIDAYS - BAR - SAME

               Butch scans the restaurant, looking for Emily.  Babe
               snickers, knowing they're both gone.

                                   BUTCH
                       Something funny?

                                   BABE
                       No.  Just want a drink.  Badly.

               The BARTENDER is at the other, far end, of the bar.  Out of
               arms reach, for sure.  To which Butch opines:

                                   BUTCH
                       Too bad you're not Wonder Woman.

                                   BABE
                       Says who?
                             (calling out)
                       Barkeep!

               The Bartender turns.  Babe reaches for a fake invisible lasso
               at her side.  Whips it over her head and tosses it at the
               Bartender.  Starts pulling.  The Bartender, getting the joke,
               smiles and pretends to be dragged back over to Babe.

                                   BARTENDER
                       Okay, okay.  Sorry.  What can I get
                       you.

                                   BABE
                       Stoli and soda.

               She looks over to Butch... who's JAW IS ON THE FLOOR!

                                   BABE
                       What?

                                   BUTCH
                       Do you like comics?

                                   BABE
                       They're okay, Butch.

               Jaw drops, now, through the floor.

                                   BUTCH
                       How did you know my name?

                                   BABE
                       Super powers.
                             (smiles, he's cute)
                       I'm Babe.

                                   BUTCH
                       Yeah you are.



               INT. COUCH HOME - KITCHEN - SAME

               Emily buries her head in her hands at the kitchen table
               looking sick.

                                   EMILY
                             (softly to herself)
                       How could you be so stupid, Emily?



               EXT. COUCH HOME - SAME

               Tim's car pulls into the driveway.



               INT. COUCH HOME - KITCHEN - SAME

               Emily hears the car.  Springs up, grabbing a bowl of lukewarm
               popcorn.  Crosses into the --



               FOYER - CONTINUOUS

               She's there waiting as the door swings open and Tim steps
               through.  He wears no expression.

               She, on the other hand, fakes cheery.

                                   EMILY
                       You're home!  Must have been a long
                       day.  Just in time.  Idol is on in
                       twenty minutes.  I made popcorn.

               Heavy, quiet moment.

                                   TIM
                       Yes, it was a long day.  I'm tired. 
                       I'm going to bed.  

               Another tense moment.  The Emily's eyes narrow.  She looks at
               him with a you hypocritical lying bastard look.

                                   EMILY
                       Here?

               She pivots and stomps into the living room.  Tim, uneasy,
               steps slowly up the staircase.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.

               OVER BLACK-- an alarm clock BLASTS its wake up call.



               INT. BABE'S BEDROOM - MORNING

               Babe awakes.  Naked, covered just by the white sheets, she
               shuts the alarm off.

               BUTCH continues to sleep beside her.  She nudges him awake.

                                   BUTCH
                       Huh?

                                   BABE
                       I have to go to work.

               Babe slides out of bed.



               INT. BABE'S APARTMENT - LATER

               She's dressed.  Butch is too but doesn't look like he knows
               what to do next.

                                   BUTCH
                       Um, I really had a good time.  But I
                       totally get it if you don't wanna hook
                       up again.

                                   BABE
                       Is that what you want?

                                   BUTCH
                       I'm not much of a catch.

                                   BABE
                       Says who?

                                   BUTCH
                             (smiling)
                       You ask more questions than me.

               Babe moves to him.  Kisses him.

                                   BABE
                       I like you.  Last night wasn't an
                       accident.

                                   BUTCH
                       It wasn't.

                                   BABE
                       You're complex.  Lots of duality
                       there.  Like Spiderman.

                                   BUTCH
                             (smiling)
                       I doubt it.

                                   BABE
                       You are.  I just think you lack
                       confidence.

                                   BUTCH
                       Confidence?

               She nods.

                                   BABE
                       Have you ever been skydiving?

               Babe smiles.  Gives him a hug.  Then suddenly her face turns
               to HORROR as she spots:

                                   BABE
                       Spider!!!

                                   BUTCH
                       Huh?

               She CLINGS to him.

                                   BABE
                       Right there!  In the corner!  No!

               Butch looks to the corner where an innocent looking BABY
               LONGLEGS wanders.

                                   BUTCH
                       Got it.

               Butch steels himself.  Approaches the corner slowly.  Aims. 
               Steps on it.

               Babe looks at him.  Beams actually.  Her hero!

               Butch is Spiderman.



               INT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - MAIN OFFICE

               Tim enters.  Late, he crosses quickly to his desk.  Sits and
               fires up his computer.

               After a moment, he lifts his head.  Scans the room.  There. 
               Spots Babe.  A quickening in his chest.  She raises her head
               and catches his stare.  Tim quickly drops his head.

               BABE, at her desk, STANDS, picks up a file and CROSSES to
               Tim's desk.  Frowning.  Stands there until... he slowly...
               looks up.

                                   TIM
                       Hi, Babe.

                                   BABE
                       Thanks for dinner.

                                   TIM
                       I'm sorry about last night.  I--

                                   BABE
                       --I know exactly why you ditched me. 
                       I saw your wife there.

                                   TIM
                       Oh, you did?  It was just--

               Babe FLOPS the FILE in her hand down on Tim's desk.

                                   BABE
                       You're immortal?  You're eight hundred
                       years old, huh?
                             (beat)
                       You're full of shit, is what you are. 
                       And that file proves it!

               Tim opens the file.  Stares at the contents.

                                   BABE
                       I told you, I can dig up anything on
                       anybody.  
                             (beat)
                       So I dug you.

               Tim stands.  Hands the file back to Babe.

                                   TIM
                       Can we talk about this in private?



               INT. BREAK ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

               Tim closes the door to the break room.  Makes sure no one is
               in earshot.

                                   TIM
                       Let me explain.

                                   BABE
                       Timothy William Couch, born 1985,
                       Syracuse New York.  Mother, Kate. 
                       Dad, James.

                                   TIM
                       It's an invention--

                                   BABE
                       --in your mind!  

               She opens the file.  Flips though.

                                   BABE
                       I have your birth certificate, your
                       school records, your... marriage
                       certificate!
                             (reading)
                       Timothy William Couch and Emily
                       Gwendolyn Connely.  August 16th, 2003,
                       Onondaga County.
                             (beat)
                       I checked her records too.  Same high
                       school as you.  Sweethearts, I guess. 
                       Cute.

               Babe shuts the file.

                                   TIM
                       They're forgeries.  What I told you is
                       true!  It's a skill I had to develop
                       over the centuries.  New drivers
                       licences, new birth certificates.  Or
                       we'd be found out.

                                   BABE
                       Stop!  This is pathetic.  Look, I had
                       a crush on you.  But I wouldn't break
                       up a marriage.  I mean, I thought
                       about it for a moment but just a
                       moment.  
                             (beat)
                       Seven years married.  Man up.  What
                       are you afraid of... commitment  Kids? 

               Tim looks shamed.  Says nothing.

                                   BABE
                       Whatever it is, face it.  Don't run or
                       that's all you're gonna do the rest of
                       your life.
                             (beat)
                       And don't lie to people, Tim. 
                       Because, for just a moment, when you
                       told me those amazing stories, I
                       wanted to believe you.  I wanted to
                       believe that something like that was
                       possible.  

               Suddenly Tim SNAPS.  Shouts:

                                   TIM
                       You have no idea what you're talking
                       about!  You're a kid!  

                                   BABE
                       You're right.  I'm an idiot.  
                             (beat)
                       There are no buffalo in 15th century
                       Spain.  I checked.  

               Babe drops the file on the ground.  Starts to leave then
               SPINS back.

                                   BABE
                       Oh!  And, for your information Stuart
                       Sutcliff was the original bassest for
                       the Beatles!

               She leaves in a huff.

               Tim slowly bends down.  Picks up the file.  Pulls out the 
               MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE.  Stares at it.



               INT. COUCH HOME - STUDY - EVENING

               Emily sits before the computer.  And an email... from
               "butchisreallyspiderman@gmail.com":

               "Hey, Emily...  I knw things were mssed up the other nt.  But
               it wz the best night of my life.  Hit me back!!!"

               Emily starts to respond when the DOOR OPENS.

               Tim appears in the foyer, looks left and sees Emily shut down
               the computer monitor hastily.  Stand and face him.

                                   EMILY
                       Hey.

                                   TIM
                       What's going on?

                                   EMILY
                             (nervously)
                       Nothing.  Just... surfing the net.

                                   TIM
                             (doubting)
                       Really?

               She takes a moment..  

               Tim looks at her curiously.  Then... a look of
               disappointment.  

               That's all it takes.

                                   EMILY
                       Do you know, Tim... how easilly you
                       can hurt me?

                                   TIM
                       What?

                                   EMILY
                       All it ever taken is a look from you
                       and I feel worthless.  Do you
                       understand that?  You can say things,
                       and I can say things, and things may
                       happen.
                             (beat)
                       But one look from you can cut me to
                       the bone.

               A moment.

                                   TIM
                       I'm sorry.  Have I done something
                       wrong?  I just stepped through the
                       door.

                                   EMILY
                       The same door.  The same look.

               Emily leaves.  Tim waits a moment.  Then follows her into--



               KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

                                   TIM
                       So what is the crisis this time,
                       Emily?  Your little boy toy no longer
                       as "into you"?  What prediciment do I
                       need to rescue you from now?

               Emily spins back.

                                   EMILY
                       I don't need you to save me.  I want
                       you to want me!
                             (beat)
                       You want to know what's been missing? 
                       You used to kill dragon's for me! 
                       Kill conquistadors!  I may not be
                       trapped in a witch's coven any more. 
                       That doesn't mean I don't want you to
                       toss water on them!!!

                                   TIM
                       There are no more dragons and witches
                       and Conquistadors!  It's now!  What do
                       you want, Emily?!

                                   EMILY
                       Proof!

                                   TIM
                       Proof of what?!

                                   EMILY
                       Proof that you meant what you said in
                       that dream house!  You didn't have to
                       become a king, just a companion. 
                       Proof you meant what I said that day
                       because, honestly, I don't remember.  
                             (beat)
                       I want proof that this was worth it. 
                       The sacrifices we made, that this is
                       what we wanted!

               Tim stands still a moment.  Lowers his head.

                                   EMILY
                       Maybe its time.

               Tim looks up at her.  Has no answer.  She leaves the kitchen
               and shoots upstairs.  Tim stands still.  Hears the bedroom
               door SLAM.

               He waits a moment.  Then crosses into...



               STUDY - CONTINUOUS

               ...to the computer.  What was she typing that she didn't want
               him to see?

               He slicks on the monitor.  Stares at the screen, face washed
               in electric blue light.  Breaths in.  Shuts it back off. 
               Crosses to--



               FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS

               He opens it.  Looks out.  The skies have opened up again. 
               The rain is falling.

               Hard.



               INT. HONDA - MOMENTS LATER

               Tim climbs behind the wheel.  Sucks in a breath.  Turns the
               key.  Turns on the windshield wipers.  Backs out...



               INT. TAVERN - NIGHT

               Tim and a shot of whiskey and a beer share a spot at the bar
               of this small Irish tavern.  A BARFLY waves at him from the
               other end of the bar.  He waves and fake smiles back.  Sighs.

               The BARTENDER takes notice of Tim's barely masked pain.

                                   BARTENDER
                       Everything okay, pal?

               Tim CLOSES HIS EYES.  Opens them.  Looks up--

               AND SUDDENLY the BARTENDER is dressed in 16th century garb. 
               And so is Tim.  In fact, this TAVERN is suddenly right out of
               1594!  And not only that... but 1594 LONDON, complete with
               accents!

                                   BARTENDER
                             (Cockney accent)
                       That's three shillings, bloke.

               Tim pays.  A man takes a seat next to Tim.  Early 40's.  Name
               of WILL.  Gets a beer and turns to Tim.  Holds up the drink.

                                   WILL
                       Cheers.

                                   TIM
                       Cheers.

               After a moment...

                                   WILL
                       You're looking troubled, if I might
                       say.

               Tim nods.  Shrugs.

                                   WILL
                       Wife?  The Misses?  The ol' ball and
                       chain?

                                   TIM
                             (sighing)
                       It's just... sometimes she drives me
                       crazy!

                                   WILL
                       I hear ya.  I got one of my own.  And
                       three kids.  I understand.  It can be
                       tough.  Hell, that's why I'm here and
                       she's lounging around Stratford-on
                       Avon eating fuckin' French chocolate.  
                             (beat)
                       Bitch.  
                             (beat)
                       But... I do love her.  We married
                       young.

               Tim huffs a laugh.  Offers his hand.

                                   TIM
                       Tim Couch.

                                   WILL
                       Will Shakespeare.

                                   TIM
                       I've heard of you.  You write...
                       poems?

                                   WILL
                       Poems, yeah.  Sonnets.  Plays mostly.

                                   TIM
                       A lot of love stuff, then?

                                   WILL
                       Goes with the territory.

                                   TIM
                       So give me some insight, Will.  Why is
                       love so hard?

               Will sighs.

                                   WILL
                       Well, the way I see it, we come into
                       this world alone, and we leave it
                       alone.  The journey between those two
                       points is easier, and more fun I've
                       found, with someone else.

                                   TIM
                       What if you never reach the end?

                                   WILL
                       Ah, we all reach the end, Tim.  Just a
                       question of when and how.  Hopefully
                       not at the tip of a sword, am I right? 
                       Am I right?  But seriously, a soul is
                       more complete with another soul, in my
                       experience.  And make sure appreciate
                       what you have, right? 
                             (beat, leaning in)
                       A bird in the hand is better than
                       those two at the end of the bar. 
                       Sure, it might be fun for a night, but
                       in the morning, they fly away, if
                       you're lucky.  And you're right back
                       where you started.  

               Beat.  Tim is dazzled.

                                   TIM
                       You're good.

                                   WILL
                       I spend a lot of time thinking about
                       this stuff.  
                             (beat)
                       Like this new play I'm writing, Romeo
                       and Juliet.  At the end, rather than
                       live apart, they make a suicide pact! 
                       In a church late at night!
                             (beat)
                       It's a romantic tragedy.  No one's
                       ever tried it.

                                   TIM
                       They kill themselves?

                                   WILL
                       Yeah.  But for love.

               Long moment.

                                   TIM
                       What if one thinks the other one is
                       gone?  But, she's really in a deep
                       sleep.  But he poisons himself.  Then
                       she wakes up... and sees he's dead...
                       and then she does herself in?

               Will raises an eyebrow.  Genius!

                                   TIM
                       I don't know the story, but--

                                   WILL
                       --no, that's brilliant!  Irony!  It's
                       so unappreciated.

               Will finishes his beer.  Shakes Tim's hand.

                                   WILL
                       Good luck, Will.  Don't give up. 
                       Every dark cloud slowly moves to give
                       way the sun.  And a rose by any other
                       name still has as many thorns.  

               He winks and exits, stage left.

               AND SUDDENLY... WE'RE BACK IN THE BAR IN MODERN DAY...

               And Tim, alone at the bar, takes his last sip of beer. 
               Tosses a few bills and stands.



               INT. BEDROOM - SAME

               Emily sits, stone faced and cross-legged on the bed.  She
               stares at a single photo of she and Tim.  A Christmas photo. 
               They look... happy.  

               Emily begins to cry softly.

               She looks at her wrists.  The blood pumping through them. 
               Matches her breathing to her pulse she can see barely beating
               below her skin.



               EXT. ROAD - NIGHT

               The rain is falling in sheets.  The Heavens have opened up.



               INT. HONDA - NIGHT (DRIVING)

               Tim is also stone faced, pushing forward, but maybe not sure
               where.



               INT. CABIN - DAY (FLASHBACK)

               Tim is alone, shortly after telling the Titanic story. 
               Merlin takes notes opposite him.

                                   TIM
                       I mean, what is the point?

                                   MERLIN
                       You ask a lot of questions.

                                   TIM
                       I know.  I just don't get it, though. 
                       This gift you gave me.  This life? 
                       What's the point?

                                   MERLIN
                       Man's been searching for that one a
                       long time.

                                   TIM
                       I'm not talking big picture.

                                   MERLIN
                       But you are.

                                   TIM
                       I've rescued her, Merlin.  Through the
                       years... by accident!  She thinks I'm
                       something I'm not!  And I've pretended
                       the whole way, doing nothing to help
                       anyone.

                                   MERLIN
                       And there you're wrong. 



               INT. HONDA - NIGHT (DRIVING)

               Tim white knuckles the wheel.  Slows to a stop.  Kills the
               engine.



               EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

               Tim gets out of the car.  The rain soaks deep into his
               clothes.

                                   TIM (V.O.)
                       How am I wrong?



               INT. CABIN - DAY (FLASHBACK)

               Merlin sets his notepad down.

                                   MERLIN
                       Every one of us changes the world
                       merely by being a player in it.  Just
                       because we don't see the results of
                       our influence doesn't mean we didn't
                       have it.  



               EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT

               Tim steps over the rail of the bridge.  

                                   MERLIN (V.O.)
                       Without you, without her... the world
                       would be a very different place.  And
                       that's true for everyone.  But for
                       you... it was the particularly
                       important.



               INT. CABIN - DAY (FLASHBACK)

               Merlin leans back in his chair.

                                   MERLIN
                       I didn't come to your home by
                       accident.  I don't make those.

               Tim stares at Merlin.



               EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT

               Tim peers down at the rain pounding the black waters... just
               a step away from him.  

               Knows how to end this movie.

                                                        SMASH TO BLACK.



               FADE IN...



               INT. BEDROOM - DAWN

               The rain continues to fall outside the window.  A POW of
               THUNDER waking Emily.

               She looks to her left; untouched.  Tim never came home.



               INT. COUCH HOME - LIVING ROOM

               Emily probes through the house, calling softly, panic
               building.

                                   EMILY
                       Tim?  Baby?

               Nothing.  The house is still.  Quiet, save the rain outside.

               Emily begins to openly panic.



               INT. EMILY'S CAR - MOMENTS LATER (DRIVING)

               Still in her nightgown, Emily holds back tears.  Eyes
               scanning the horizon past the wipers for any sign of Tim.



               EXT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - MOMENTS LATER

               Emily's car SLIDES on the rain, to a stop at the front of the
               building.



               INT. BRIGHTON LIFE INSURENCE - MAIN OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

               Emily EXPLODES into the main office, eyes and clothes
               drenched.

                                   EMILY
                       Tim?!  Tim?!

               The OFFICE WORKERS stop what they're doing and stare.  From
               her desk, Babe leaps to her feet and races to Emily's side.

                                   BABE
                       Mrs. Couch, what's wrong?

                                   EMILY
                       Tim.  He's missing!  Was he with you
                       last night?  I won't be mad.  I just
                       need to know where he is.

                                   BABE
                       No, of course not.  Maybe he's just at
                       a motel.

                                   EMILY
                       He hates motels!  I'm really scared!
                             (beat, looks hard at Babe)
                       We've never spent a night apart. 
                       Ever.

               Babe nods slowly.

                                   BABE
                       It'll be okay.

                                   EMILY
                       Promise?  
                             (beat)
                       He always does.

               Emily gives Babe a hug.  But, look at Babe's eyes... she
               knows where to look first.  Unfortunately.



               EXT. BRIDGE - MORNING

               POLICE and FIRETRUCKS jam the bridge.  EMERGENCY WORKERS and
               POLICE crowd the scene.  

               DIVERS drop into the icy waters.

               NEARBY--

               Emily watches it all.  Stone faced again.  Babe stands by
               her.  Reaches out to comfort her.  

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               INT. COUCH HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

               Emily sits alone with a bowl of popcorn.  Shell-shock.  The
               television washes her in blue.

                                   RYAN SEACREST (O.C.)
                       This... is American Idol!

               She shudders.



               EXT. WOODS - DAY

               Emily wanders to the CABIN.  

                                   EMILY
                       Merlin?!

               She pushes open the front door.



               INT. CABIN - CONTINUOUS

               Emily moves through the room: there is no furniture.  No
               couch.  No chair.  Just an empty room.

               She collapses in the corner.

                                   EMILY
                       Merlin?

               Nothing.  She buries her head.

                                   EMILY
                             (softly, to herself)
                       This isn't what I wanted.

               A moment.

                                   MERLIN (O.S.)
                       I disagree.

               She looks up.  MERLIN leans against the opposite wall.

                                   MERLIN
                       This is what you both wanted, so my
                       notes indicate.  Bored, tired.

                                   EMILY
                       You're just... mean.  You're just a
                       mean Merlin.  Bad wizard.

               Merlin smiles.  Approaches Emily.  Kneels down to her.

                                   MERLIN
                       Sometimes a hard lesson takes time,
                       kiddo.

               Emily looks at him.



               INT. COUCH HOME - DINING ROOM

               Emily eats alone.  Barely keeps her food down.  

               The rain outside has just stopped.

               Emily chews.  Swallows.  Then stops.  Feels something. 
               Confirmed moments later by...

               A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

               She sets down her fork.  Another KNOCK.  She stands.  Moves
               slowly.  Then quickly... to the door.  Swings it open to
               reveal:



               TIM--

               Still wet from the just ended storm.  He eyes Emily.  Her
               body is in shock.  Takes a breath and then WRAPS HER ARMS
               around him.  Kissing his face in every possible place.  Then
               holding it back, smiling, crying, and looking into his eyes. 
               Every part of her body with one question:

                                   EMILY
                             (crying)
                       Where were you?!

               Tim looks at her.  Drops to one knee.

                                                              SMASH TO:



               EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

               The rain pounds the world.  Everything we see is soaked. 
               Including, over the rail and at the edge of the end:

               TIM-- he peers down at the water.  Nods.  

               Climbs back over the rail.  Gets back into his car.



               INT. HONDA - CONTINUOUS (FLASHBACK)

               Turns the key.  It won't start.

                                   TIM
                       Of course.

               He opens the door again.



               EXT. BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS (FLASHBACK)

               Tim stands in the rain.  Sighs.  Starts walking.



               INT. AIRPORT - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

               Tim stands at a counter.  Pays and takes his ticket.



               INT. AIRPLANE - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

               Getting ready to take off, Tim buckles his seatbelt.  Listens
               to the emergency instructions.



               EXT. SKY - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

               His plane streaks through the clouds.



               EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK YARD - MORNING (FLASHBACK)

               No ship in sight.  Just Tim.  Standing right at dockside. 
               Staring down at the water.

               SUPER THE LEGEND:

                                        Day 35,862

               Tim JUMPS into the water.  Stays under.  Awhile. 
               Resurfaces... 



               INT. COUCH HOME - FOYER - RESUME SCENE

               Tim, still on his knees, presents Emily the ring.  The one he
               lost back in 1912.

                                   TIM
                       Found it.

               She looks at him, tears rolling down her face... and takes
               the ring.



               INT. TGI FRIDAYS - DAY

               Butch sits alone at a table.  Waiting.  He does lightsabers
               with his knife.

               Then Babe appears.  He drops the knife.  Stands and gives her
               a kiss.  

                                   BUTCH
                       Hey, beautiful!

                                   BABE
                       What are you doing here, Butch?

                                   BUTCH
                       Well, good question.  I got this note--

                                   BABE
                       --from Mrs. Couch.

                                   BUTCH
                       Emily.  Yeah.  Babe, it was totally a
                       friend thing.  I'm not unfaithfulness.

                                   BABE
                       What are you talking about?

                                   BUTCH
                       I hardly ever know.

               A moment.

                                   BABE
                       I got the same note.

                                   BUTCH
                       Weird.  Right? 

               And Emily appears.  

                                   EMILY
                       You too look like quite a wonderful
                       couple.  Really.

                                   BUTCH
                             (carefully)
                       Hey, Emily?

                                   BABE
                       Mrs. Couch, any word?!  How are you
                       holding up?!

               Just then, Tim appears.  Babe almost LEAPS out of her chair.

                                   BABE
                       Tim!  You're alive!  Oh my god, I
                       thought--

                                   TIM
                       --I know.  Lets sit.

               Emily takes a seat next to Butch.  Tim next to Babe.

                                   TIM
                       We called you here to help us with
                       something.

               Butch and Babe look clueless.  Emily smiles.  Finally,

                                   BUTCH
                       Did we do something wrong?

                                   EMILY
                       No, Butch.  We did.  So... get ready.

                                   BABE
                       For what?

               And, again, suddenly, Emily KISSES Butch square on the lips. 
               Passionately.  At the same time Tim KISSES Babe.  Equally
               passionately.  Both couples hold a moment.  Break.

               Tim and Emily stand.  Take each others hand.

               From a nearby table... DR. MERLINSKI smiles.

                                   DR. MERLINSKI
                       You're on your own now.

               Tim WINKS at him.  Leas Emily out of the restaurant.

               Merlin sips coffee.  Nods.  Smiles.

                                   DR. MERLINSKI
                       Good call.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



               A TRAFFIC JAM - DAY

               It is an unusually warm, sunny and beautiful day.

               The freeway snakes far, but the cars do not move in the
               southbound lane.  

               Northbound is moving fine.  

               And that's where we see a 2038 model HONDA move swiftly in
               lane three.



               EXT. HOME - DAY

               The car parks outside a BEAUTIFUL HOME.  An Old Man's hands
               open the drivers door.  An Old Woman's hands open the
               passenger door.  Cross to the back and open the rear door.

               ARTHUR the dog limps out slowly.  He's OLD and a little mangy
               but loved.  Steps carefully right in front of the door as his
               PUPPIES (now grown dogs) trip over him as they exit the car.

               And now we see them: TIM, seventy-three.  

                                   TIM
                       Arthur!  Leave your puppies alone!

               She moves from the door and nestles with a couple of them.

               Emily, seventy-one, gets out of the car.  She smiles. 
               Crosses to Tim.  They lock hands and head to the front door,
               which springs open to reveal MERLIN, forty...  

               ...their son.

                                   MERLIN
                       Mom!  Dad!

               Suddenly GRANDKIDS flood the scene.

                                   GRANDKIDS
                       Grammy!  Grandpa!



               INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT

               73 year old Tim cuts a turkey.  His family before him, KIDS,
               GRANDKIDS.  A full family.  He looks to Emily.  She smiles
               back.



               INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

               Tim and Emily sit on a SOFA.  

               GRACE, their precious, beautiful two year old granddaughter,
               scurries over to Tim.  Sits in his lap.  He pats the girl'
               head.  Looks up to a WALL OF PICTURES opposite.  Emily does
               too.  We see them each...

               One of Tim and Emily and their large family.  Kids. 
               Grandkids.  A happy pose in a park.

               Another... of Tim alone on stage.  Younger, rocking out on a
               guitar, on stage, to hundreds of fans...

               Another... of Emily teaching at Harvard to a giant auditorium
               of underclassmen...

               Another... of Butch and Babe at the altar, on their wedding
               day....

               Another... of the cover of Butch's COMIC BOOK: "Forever
               Girl", which looks a lot like a kick butt version of Emily. 
               Signed, "To Tim and Emily, I owe you everything.  Butch"

               Another.... of Tim and Paul McCartney posing together,
               buddies, at a book signing...

               And one more.  Of Merlin the wizard.  Smiling from a hospital
               bed.  Tim and Emily are beside him. 

               Emily looks to Tim.

                                   EMILY
                       Did this really happen?

               Tim narrows his eyes.  Pets his granddaughter's hair.  And
               more a statement than a question:

                                   TIM
                       Why not.

               Tim smiles.

                                                                 BLACK.


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