FADE IN:
EXT. GREENE CLOSE - DAY.
We fade in to GREENE CLOSE is a quiet suburban area just on the outskirts of HAVEN-HILL CITY which we can just see in the distance.  The SUN shines up high in the sky.  The HOUSES were built in the Edwardian period, and are made of brown bricks.  The gardens are well-kept, with flowers in beds, and expensive cars on driveways.  PEOPLE are cutting the grass, PEOPLE are packing things into the boots of their cars, like beach balls, buckets and spades, surf boards etc.  PEOPLE cut the grass and water the flowers.
TITLE CARD: ONE WEEK AGO.
MARTYN VENTROSA, handsome guy in his thirties with short brown hair, dressed in a black t-shirt with 'Ventilation' written across the chest, wearing brown shorts walks out of the door to a HOUSE with a black jeep on the drive.  He says hi to one of the neighbours.
ANNABEL PARKER, 30, long ginger hair, very pretty, wearing a pink t-shirt and white shorts walks out of the door, holding a white box.
ANNABEL PARKER.
Martyn!
MARTYN turns around and smiles.
ANNABEL (CONT'D)
You forgot your lunch...
MARTYN VENTROSA. 
I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on...
They both laugh.  He takes the box from her.
MARTYN (CONT'D)
Cheers... I'd better get going... Are you sure you don't want dropping off in town?
ANNABEL.
I'm sure... I've got tonnes to do here and it's my day off...
Martyn.
Sage as well?
ANNABEL.
No... She's supposed to be in, but she's not feeling well again...
MARTYN.
Does she ever feel well?
ANNABEL sighs.
ANNABEL.
No... But she'll soon know about it when she's got no job...
MARTYN checks his watch.
MARTYN.
I'd love to chat all day, but there's a big delivery coming... I'll see you when I get back... And before I forget, you're on tonight...
Annabel.
Oh right, I forget...
Martyn.
I can change it if you don't want to be... I know it's summer and it's too hot to be there...
ANNABEL.
I'll be there...
           (BEAT)
It'll be snowing by next week...
FAYE MCBRIDE, 30's, very pretty, short brown hair, wearing a grey suit, holding loads of papers comes rushing out of the door.
FAYE MCBRIDE.
Come on lovebirds, outta the way...
MARTYN/ANNABEL.
Ha ha, funny...
MARTYN.
You're in a rush...
FAYE.
Late... I forgot that I had a meeting...
MARTYN.
Get in the car... I'll drop you off...
FAYE.
Are you sure?
MARTYN.
Very...
They both head for the car.
Martyn (cONT'D)
You're right A, it'll just be a phase...
He and FAYE get in the car.  ANNABEL heads to the HOUSE.
ANNABEL (v.O.)
It's Global warming...
She heads in through the door.  We:
FADE TO:
INT. VENTILATION/WOMEN'S TOILET - NIGHT.
Music thumps through the walls of the WOMEN'S toilet, which is quiet.  It's lit by a pale blue light.  ANNABEL stands at the sink, washing her hands.  She looks into the mirror, and we see her eyes roll up into the back of her head.
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EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT.
SAGE OAKLAND, 30, slightly round, wearing a white sweater, black trousers, horrid brown glasses, frizzy blonde hair, battered brown leather handbag over her shoulder hurries down an alleyway, where there's rubbish strewn over the ground, and smoke wafting out of fans attached to the walls.
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EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT.
SAGE runs away from a HOMELESS MAN, dressed in tattered corduroy trousers, a dirtied vest, and platted shirt and a multicoloured bobble hat on his head.
HOMELESS MAN.
Don't run! I've got something to show you!
He hurries after her, slightly faster, but limping on his left leg.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. VENTILATION/WOMEN'S TOILET - NIGHT.
ANNABEL opens her eyes, gasping for breath.  The door swings open, and PEOPLE walk in.  She smiles at them, and they head into cubicles.  She looks into the mirror.
ANNABEL.
Please don't... She's my friend...
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Ext. GrEENE CLOSE - nIGHT.
TITLE CARD: AUGUST 2008.
It's pouring down with rain outside number thirteen GREENE CLOSE.  It's pitch-black, the only light coming from the glow of the street lamps in the rain.  There stands the HOMELESS MAN, looking up a the HOUSE.  He closes his eyes, thinking for a moment.  There's a flash of lightning and a growl of thunder.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE - NIGHT.
Shadows dance on the walls, lighting the ROOM.  We can only just make out the outlines of the furniture.  We hear the rain battering against the window.  ANNABEL tosses-and-turns on the bed, muttering to herself.  We PULL quickly up to ANNABEL, and then we:  
INTERFLASH WITH:
INT. BLOOMSBURG MANSION - NIGHT.
TITLE CARD: HALLOWEEN 2008.
A thin, eerie blue mist makes its way down the hallways of BLOOMSBURG MANSION, seeping into rooms, where PEOPLE lie dead, dressed in Halloween costumes.  Playing tinnily in the background is "Time Warp."
PATRICIA OLIVER.
People came to the Halloween party that was held every year to drink and have a good time with friends...
INTERFLASH WITH:
INT. BLOOMSBURG MANSION - NIGHT.
The scene continues as before, but the PEOPLE are alive, laughing, drinking and dancing.  MARTYN and his friends stand in the middle of a room, putting their hands on their hips and bending their knees in time.
PATRICIA (V.O.)
They knew nothing about what was in store for them...
INTERFLASH WITH:
A blood-red leather BOOK falls into darkness, with eerie music playing over the top.
INTERFLASH WITH:
A loud explosion.  Splinters of wood fly through the air in slow-motion as a floor rips apart.
INTERFLASH WITH:
A fire roars out of a hole.
INTERFLASH WITH:
BOOKSHELVES fall from walls in a library, books falling, pages flying everywhere.
Patricia (v.O.)
Books that had taken years to collect...
INTERFLASH WITH:
A YOUNG WOMAN falling to the ground.  She's got straight brown hair and dressed in a black dress.  Her head cracks sickeningly.
INTERFLASH WITH:
We focus on the WOMAN'S face for a moment, and her mouth is wide-open.  She is terrified.
INTERFLASH WITH:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE - NIGHT.
ANNABEL sits up abruptly gasping for breath.  Through the storm we can hear a pounding drumbeat.  She screams out loud.
In his bedroom next door, MARTYN pulls his pillow over his head, groaning.
Sweat is pouring down ANNABEL'S face.  She's turned on the lamp, and the darkness has retreated to the corners of the room.  She covers her head with her hands.
ANNABEL.
I really don't know why this happens, but it does... For as long as I can remember I have gotten them...
            (BEAT)
I'm going to be getting more some time soon...
             (BEAT)
And they're going to be involving my friends...
She just sits there, staring into the darkness, and eventually we:
INTERFADE WITH:
EXT. GREENE CLOSE - MORNING.
The sun rises up in the sky over GREENE CLOSE.  Lined up-and-down the street are WHEELIE BINS and recycling boxes.  A WASTE TRUCK, with "HAVEN-HILL CITY WASTE DEPARTMENT" on the side of it pulls into the street, and the BIN MEN jump out and begin to wheel the bins.  A PAPER BOY, fifteen or sixteen years of age, wearing a black cap, torn jeans, a yellow t-shirt and a satchel with papers around his neck rides his bike up the street, throwing newspapers at the HOUSES, one which lands on number thirteen.  There are puddles everywhere.
The front door opens, and out steps ANNABEL, hair messed, wearing a fluffy red nightgown and slippers to match.  On her eyes there are thick black glasses.  She yawns, notices the paper, and crosses to get it.
TITLE CARD: 31ST AUGUST - 2008.
ANNABEL bends down.
ANNABEL.
Every bloody morning he does the same thing...
          (BEAT)
And every other week we have the same conversation...

She sighs, grabs the newspaper and walks up to the HOUSE.
ANNABEL (CONT'D)
At least it's going to be a nice day...
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INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/DINING ROOM - MORNING.
MARTYN and his friends are eating breakfast in the dining room.  FAYE'S dressed in a purple t-shirt and black trousers, ANNABEL now a black sweater and black jeans, MARTYN a white shirt and blue jeans, SAGE the clothes from the previous day and LEE SHANNEN is very good-looking, messed brown hair, wearing a creased black t-shirt and black cargo pants.  MARTYN sighs, closing the newspaper and throwing it onto a shelf behind him.
ANNABEL.
Anything interesting?
MARTYN.
Nope... Just celeb gossip...
FAYE.
Hey!
MARTYN.
Apart from your column, which, is as interesting as ever... It's just angled on trivial things...
ANNABEL.
It's useless printing it... They waste all that paper...
MARTYN.
They may as well continue to publish it online... It costs a lot more than buying the printed version, which is about fifty pence...
FAYE.
Going up to a pound in the autumn...
MARTYN.
Glad you mentioned that... There's something I want to talk to you guys about....
          (BEAT)
I know that it's a little late now, but we never did take our summer vacation... What do you guys say to taking it now...
ANNABEL.
That may be a bit difficult... Work has become a little bit hectic right now...
She glances over at SAGE, who isn't paying any attention, and seems to be worried about something.
FAYE.
The same here too...
MARTYN.
Forget about it... I knew it was a stupid idea...
ANNABEL.
No, it wasn't... I'll see what I can do...
FAYE.
And I'll have a shot at the boss...
MARTYN.
Not on a morning please Faye...
FAYE.
I'm sorry... That came out wrong...
MARTYN.
I know... Just kidding...
FAYE glares at him, and then they all laugh.
MARTYN (CONT'D)
Anyway, I need to get going...
He stands up, and so does ANNABEL.
ANNABEL.
So do I... Do you mind if I carpool?
MARTYN.
Certainly not... Just yell when you're ready... I'll be in the office...
He leaves the room, so does FAYE, SAGE and MARTYN.  ANNABEL begins to stack plates with a smile.
They walk down the hallway, where there are photographs on the walls.  There are tables with lamps etc.  Stained glass windows let coloured light in.
FAYE.
Where were you thinking of going?
Martyn.
I thought Klinburn...
ANNABEL walks out of the dining room, pushing a trolley.  SAGE has a face like a lemon.
ANNABEL.
That would be so nice at this time of year...
FAYE.
Wouldn't it just? I'm just going to nip upstairs to get some paper work...
She heads up the staircase.
MATYN.
Need to get some files...
He heads through a door which he closes behind himself.
LEE SHANNEN.
Going upstairs...
He heads on up the staircase after FAYE.  SAGE begins to head into the living room.
ANNABEL.
You?
SAGE.
Watch the TV...
ANNABEL.
Oh no you're not... You're going upstairs and getting your uniform...
SAGE.
I'm not feeling well...
ANNABEL.
Bull... You never feel well... You heard what Gordon said... If you take more time off, you'll be fired...
SAGE.
If I call in he'll be fine about it...
ANNABEL.
Get up those stairs now!
SAGE glares at her friend, but knows she's right.  She stomps all the way up the staircase.  ANNABEL smiles as she heads into the kitchen.
SAGE.
   (Muttering)
Who the hell does she think she is, controlling me? If she thinks she can get away with it, she'd better think again...
FADE TO:
EXT. SHOPPING CENTRE - DAY,
The jeep pulls up in a car park, where there's a large shopping centre in the background.  Some cars are parked in spaces.
MARTYN.
Remember Anne, you're on at the club tonight...
ANNABEL.
Oh...
MARTYN.
No matter... I'll get someone else in...
ANNABEL.
No... I'll be there... It's Friday, the busiest night of the week... I can make it if I finish at three... Then I can get dinner done...
Martyn.
You don't start until seven...
ANNABEL.
You know me... There's things that I need to get done...
MARTYN.
I do...
ANNABEL and SAGE get out of the car.
MARTYN.
See you later then...
ANNABEL.
Will do...
She and SAGE head to the store, and MARTYN pulls away, beeping the horn.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. SHOPPING CENTRE/STAFF ROOM - DAY.
ANNABEL is sat on a sofa, one of two, sat around a table that's got magazines spread over it, watching Loose Women on the TV set.  The office is a mess, with crates full of old stock, filing cabinets, a board with pieces of paper all over it, and a messy desk with a computer system on it.
GORDON JAMIESON (40's) walks into the room, hanging his coat up on a rack.  He's got balding brown hair, wears a white shirt with a black tie and black trousers, and sighs loudly.
ANNABEL burps rather loudly, screwing the lid back on her bottle of coke.
ANNABEL.
Pardon me...
Gordon jamieson.
Sorry Annabel... I didn't see you there...
ANNABEL.
I was just having lunch... I'll get back out in the store...
GORDON.
I wouldn't bother if I were you...
ANNABEL.
How do you mean?
GORDON.
I was at the store in Mareville, which has just been done up by the way and got a better till system, and self-service checkouts, speaking with the boss... It seems that they've come to the decision they're closing our branch down...
ANNABEL.
And does that mean I'll loose my job?
GORDON.
We'll all loose our jobs or be paid severance... I'd rather quit now on the spot, but my contract doesn't run out until Monday...
ANNABEL.
Is there any other choice?
Gordon.
Move to the Mareville store...
ANNABEL.
I'd rather take the severance...
Gordon.
Oh, the decision's not for another month yet... I suggest you take your holiday... Which I might just do... Maybe the Bahamas or something...
ANNABEL gets up from her seat.
Annabel.
Well, I guess I won't see you when I get back then...
They hug.
GORDON.
Good luck for the future...
Annabel.
You too... I'll give you a call...
She grabs her things, and then leaves the office.
FADE TO:
Int. thIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/dINING ROOM - night.
A warm glowing light is coming from lit candles in holders as they eat that night's dinner.  There's one empty chair.  MARTYN wipes his mouth with a napkin.
MARTYN.
I'm going to get a shower... It's been really hot all day...
ANNABEL.
Don't I know about it... The weather said it'd die down by the end of the week... I'll iron our shirts for us...
FAYE.
I think I'll come with you guys tonight... I've not got a column to get done for the morning...
MARTYN.
So, are they dropping the column then?
FAYE.
Why would they do that? It rakes them in so much money... They're getting a ghost-writer...
Annabel.
Any Lee?
MARTYN.
I haven't seen him all day, but he's down on the rota for tonight...
He gets up from the table.  The others soon follow him.
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EXT. VENTILATION - NIGHT,
ANNABEL stands in the yard at the back of the club, taking a break, where there are empty barrels waiting to be taken away.  She leans back against the wall and pops the little cap off her bottle.  Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she groans.
INTERFLASH WITH:
INT, SUBWAY TRAIN - NIGHT.
SAGE is running through the subway train, the HOMELESS MAN behind her.
INTERFLASH WITH:
EXT. VENTILATION - NIGHT.
ANNABEL gaps for breath when she opens her eyes.  She covers her mouth, thinking she's going to be sick, but actually isn't.
ANNABEL.
Uh-oh... Why's it always my friends that are in my visions lately?
She turns around, and pulls open a door, and heads into the club.
InteRCUT WITH:
Int. ventilation - nIGHT.
MARTYN'S working at the bar serving a CUSTOMER.  It's quite loud, music playing, and FAYE'S sat at the bar drinking from a glass.
ANNABEL.
Where's Sage?
MARTYN.
She went home... Said she was tired...
ANNABEL.
Can I see you in the office for a minute?
MARTYN.
Sure....
He hands change to the CUSTOMER, closes the till drawer, and he and ANNABEL walk through a doorway into the office, which is painted in a deep red, has a nice mahogany wooden desk, with an expensive computer sat atop it, leather chairs, a sofa, a coffee table, wooden filing cabinets, and an LCD TV split into squares with CCTV on it.
Martyn (cONT'D)
What is it?
ANNABEL.
A vision...
MARTYN.
You poor thing... What was it of?
ANNABEL.
Sage...
MARTYN looks shocked.
InterCUT WITH:
Int. Subway train - night.
SAGE is running down the SUBWAY TRAIN as it hurtles underneath the city.  The HOMELESS MAN is in hot pursuit behind her.
HOMELESS man.
Wait up Sage! There's something I need to give you!
SAGE.
Leave me alone perv! I don't even know who you are!
The man clicks his fingers, and in a flash of golden light appears a dusty brown leather BOOK with a pentagram on the front.  The train slows down, and SAGE stops at a door, she presses the button, the doors slide open, and she steps off.  The MAN just can't get there in enough time.  The doors slide shut and the TRAIN continues on it's way.
HOMELESS MAN.
You can't hide for long! It will find you... Eventually!
Intercut with:
Int. VeNTILATION - night,
The scene continues as before.  MARTYN sits down on the desk, slightly woozy.
MARTYN.
What else happened?
ANNABEL.
That was it... She was just being chased by this horrid old man...
MARTYN picks up the phone and punches in numbers.
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Int. ThIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE - nIGHT.
SAGE has just got in and it's dark.  She looks out of the window, and sees nothing there.
SAGE.
Maybe he doesn't exist... Maybe I'm that tired I'm imagining him...
          (BEAT)
Or not... Why's it always me that gets hit-on by the weirdos?
She shudders, locks the door, turns on the lights, and then the telephone rings out loud.  She screeches.
SAGE (CONT'D)
It's okay... It's the telephone...
She picks it up.
SAGE (CONT'D)
Hello?
MARTYN (V.O.)
Hey Sage, it's Martyn... Did you get home okay?
SAGE.
Yeah... Just now... When are you guys going to get in?
MARTYN (V.O.)
I don't know... It won't be for a couple of hours yet...
SAGE.
Okay... I'll lock the doors...
MARTYN (V.O.)
A good idea... Our street doesn't seem safe lately...
SAGE.
        (Mutters)
You can say that again...
MARTYN (V.O.)
Sorry?
SAGE shakes her head.
SAGE.
Nothing...
MARTYN (V.O.)
Okay... I'd better go... It's getting busy here...
SAGE.
Night then...
There's a hum.  MARTYN'S cut off the phone.
SAGE (CONT'D)
I'm going to make a nice herbal tea, and watch a movie...
She puts down the phone, and then walks up the hallway.
INTERCUT WITH:
Int. Thirteen greene close/annabel's room - nIGHT.
It's very dark, and ANNABEL tosses and turns on the bed.  A glowing alarm clock on the bedside table reads: 2:58 A.M.
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EXT. SUSPENSION BRIDGE - NIGHT.
TAMMY BENSON (23) has auburn hair down to her shoulder-blades.  She's wearing a green raincoat that blows in the wind.  She walks across a suspension bridge, below which are cars.  She suddenly looses her footing and falls.
TAMMY BENSON.
Uh-oh...
She plummets downwards.
INTERCUT WITH:
EXT. SUSPENSION BRIDGE - NIGHT.
TAMMY hits the windscreen of a car crossing the suspension bride, and it shatters on impact.
INTERFLASH WITH:
JOHN GALLAGHER a handsome guy in his forties, wearing a black sweater and a goatee on his face falls into the dashboard when TAMMY hits his car.
INTERFLASH WITH:
Blood on TAMMY'S face as she rolls off the car, onto the concrete road.  Her eyes are wide-open.  Her arm falls across her chest, and on her wrist, a crescent moon tattoo.
INTERFLASH WITH:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/ANNABEL'S ROOM - NIGHT.
The alarm clock flicks to three o' clock, and like the previous night, ANNABEL wakes up gasping for breath.  She screams the whole HOUSE down.
INTERCUT WITH:
MARTYN rolling over on his bed, grabbing his pillow with a groan, he covers his face.
MARTYN.
Not again...
INTERCUT WITH:
SAGE lies atop her bed fully clothed.  Her eyes glow a weird blue colour.
SAGE.
        (Demonic.)
Soon the end will come...
FADE TO:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/SAGE'S BEDROOM - MORNING.
SAGE'S bedroom is a tip.  She wakes up with a yawn.  Beside her on the BED is the BOOK the HOMELESS guy had.  She screeches with a squeak.
SAGE.
No! Where the hell did you come from?
She gets up, hurriedly grabs the book, and drops it in the bin.  She heads into a en-suite bathroom.
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SAGE hurries out of the bathroom, the book's sat on the dresser.
SAGE.
What the hell?
She grabs the BOOK off the dresser, crosses to the window, and opens it.  She throws the BOOK out of the window.
INTERCUT WITH:
In the kitchen, ANNABEL is dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans.  She's mixing batter in a bowl.  Something falls past the window.
ANNABEL.
What the hell?
She plops the bowl down on the counter, and crosses to the back door to open it.  The BOOK fades away from the patio.  ANNABEL crosses to where it should have landed, but there's nothing there.
ANNABEL (CONT'D)
Oookay... Things are a little bit weird today...
She shakes her head, and hurries back into the kitchen.
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In SAGE'S bedroom, she's brushing her hair.  In a golden light, the BOOK fades onto the dresser.  She screeches.
SAGE.
What the fuck? How the hell can you keep doing this? It's not possible!
She grabs the BOOK and then hurries out of the room.  She crosses to a cupboard opposite, takes a key out of her pocket, unlocks the door, and enters.  She pulls a cord, and a blue light fades on.  The cupboard is a mess.  There's junk everywhere.  SAGE drops the BOOK into a cardboard box.
SAGE (CONT'D)
And stay there!
She storms out of the cupboard and locks the door.  Seconds later, MARTYN walks out of his room, jumping slightly.
MARTYN.
Oh... Hi...
SAGE.
Hey...
MARTYN.
Something up?
SAGE.
No... Nothing at all... Just starving...
They walk down the staircase.
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INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/DINING ROOM - MORNING.
The morning sunlight streams through the windows as they all eat breakfast.  MARTYN sips coffee whilst he reads the paper.  He gasps when he suddenly burns his tongue.
ANNABEL.
Something wrong?
MARTYN.
Have you all finished?
They push their plates to the side.
MARTYN (CONT'D)
At three or so this morning, Tammy Benson, a university student in her twenties jumped off Scott bridge...
ANNABEL gasps.
MARTYN (CONT'D)
John Gallagher, a great writer at this newspaper who will be sadly missed was crossing the bridge on his way back to the office when Tammy hit his car... He was pronounced dead at the scene...
FAYE runs out of the room, holding her mouth, and ANNABEL dribbles coffee back into her cup.  We hear FAYE being sick in the toilet.
FADE TO:
INT. BLOOMSBURG MANSION/PATRICIA OLIVER'S BEDROOM - NIGHT.
TITLE CARD: ELEVEN WEEKS AGO.
A bedroom is quite dark, lit only by the eerie moonlight.  Someone mutters on the bed.  There's a raging storm crashing down outside.  There's a loud clatter, and the PERSON on the bed gasps.  A click, and a soft glowing light comes from a lamp on a bedside table.  PATRICIA OLIVER sits up in bed.  She's sixty or so years of age, has greying brown hair, and wears a flimsy nightgown.  She rubs her arm.
PATRICIA.
That damn boiler is going to be the death of me one day...
An eerie groan.
PATRICIA (CONT'D)
The pipes settling...
The telephone rings out shrilly.  She's quite scared.
PATRICIA (CONT'D)
Who could be ringing at such a time?
She holds her hand over the telephone and ponders for a moment.  She picks the phone up.
PATRICIA (CONT'D)
Hello?
VOICE (V.O.)
          (Crackly)
It's your worst nightmare...
PATRICIA screeches.
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Int. bloomsburg mansion/kitchen - mORNING.
Sunlight streams through the kitchen windows of BLOOMSBURG MANSION.  The worktops have been scrubbed, and the sink is gleaming.  There's expensive  equipment like blenders and a microwave.  PATRICIA walks into the room, dressed in black trousers and a red sweater, a black silk scarf around her neck.  The large windows look out onto the grounds, where there are gardens, and the countryside.
She walks into the pantry, where shelves go up into the ceiling, filled with pots, pans and cans of food.  There are pans on the floor.  She bends down with a sigh to pick them up.
PATRICIA.
Every morning this happens... And I still don't know why...
She grabs some things she needs, and then walks into the kitchen, places things down on the worktop, and crosses to the big, expensive refrigerator, and takes things out.
PATRICIA (CONT'D)
I need a big breakfast, as I don't know when I'll get time to eat again...
            (BEAT)
I'm leaving for a couple of months to go for a wee holiday with my friends...
INTERFADE WITH:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/KITCHEN - MORNING.
The back door is open, and ANNABEL, dressed in a blue pull-over like a plumber would wear, stomps her muddy wellie boots on the back step before bringing mud into the kitchen.  She takes them off, slips into her shoes, walks into the kitchen and closes the door.  She washes her hands in the sink.  MARTYN walks into the room.
MARTYN.
Cleaned the pool then?
ANNABEL.
           (Nods)
Yeah...
MARTYN.
You didn't need to...
ANNABEL glares at him.
ANNABEL.
Don't mess up the system...
MARTYN laughs.
ANNABEL (CONT'D)
It's done now, and the neighbours won't be talking about us...
MARTYN.
There's a lot I can tell you about them...
          (BEAT)
I heard you again last night...
ANNABEL.
           (Sighs)
Please... I don't want to talk about that... There's too much that needs to be done... When are we going to Klinburn?
MARTYN.
Monday... I would love to as soon as possible, but there's so much that needs to be done before then...
           (BEAT)
Fine, be that way... But you know I'm here for you when you want to talk about...
ANNABEL.
I know that, and I don't... Now, you'd better get to the club...
MARTYN.
I know... And spend more money...
He leaves the room, and ANNABEL busies herself.
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INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/KITCHEN - MORNING.
ANNABEL'S buttoning up her jacket, SAGE stood in front of her.
ANNABEL.
Can you wash the dishes, and do some laundry for me?
SAGE.
But...
ANNABEL.
Please, just for this once? I need to go out and get some shopping...
SAGE.
I've got things I need to do...
ANNABEL.
Like what? You're not working just now...
           (BEAT)
I normally wouldn't ask... Please, for once? It won't take long...
She hurries out of the room, grabbing her handbag.  SAGE throws her hands in the air.
SAGE.
We had plans!
Fade to:
INT. FORTUNE TELLER'S - NIGHT.
A soft glowing light as a match is lit, and touched against candles.  The blur fades, and we focus on MADAME ZARA, who is god-only-knows how many years old.  She's wearing a black crinkled dress, with white beads around her neck.  Her skin is wrinkled, and she wears round, thick, as large as plates glasses, that make her blue eyes seem like deep pools of water.  She has wrinkled skin, and sits on a sofa in her apartment.  On the table, tarot cards are laid out.
She holds her shaking hand over them, and she's quite nervous.
Intercut with:
Ext. cemetery - mornING.
A bus pulls up on a street where the HOUSES are from the Georgian era, and are old and dilapidated.  The doors swing open, and SAGE steps off, holding a carrier bag.
The bus pulls away, and SAGE looks at the HOUSES, shivering slightly.
SAGE.
Oh damn...
In her other hand appears a beautiful bunch of flowers.
SAGE (CONT'D)
I knew I forgot something...
She walks down the path, to an old, peeling, wrought-iron gate that in the arch reads "Old Hill Cemetery."
  FADE TO:
EXT. KERRYCROY AIRPORT - MORNING.
TITLE CARD: THIRTEEN WEEKS AGO.
An aeroplane touches down on the runway of the airport that's right next to the sea.  PEOPLE make their way in-and-out of the automatic doors, and a black taxi pulls up a parking space, with PATRICIA in the passenger seat.
The TAXI DRIVER is good-looking, wearing brown cargo pants and a red t-shirt.  He looks at the machine.
GRAHAM FERRIS.
That will be thirteen pounds thirty Pat...
PATRICIA takes her blood-red leather purse out of her handbag.  She hands him a twenty.
GRAHAM (CONT'D)
Thanks... That will go towards my uni fees...
PATRICIA.
How's that going?
GRAHAM.
Not... It's just too damn expensive...
PATRICIA.
They always are...
GRAHAM.
Where are you off to then?
PATRICIA.
To Arran for a bit... I really need to get away from Klinburn...
GRAHAM.
Tell me about it... Come September, I'm hopefully going to be out of here...
They get out of the taxi.  He helps her get her things out of the boot.
Graham.
Have a nice time... And don't do anything I wouldn't...
PATRICIA laughs.
PATRICIA.
Say hi to your mum for me... How's she doing anyway?
GRAHAM.
Still in the hospital... I'm going to take a flight over this afternoon... I'll say hi for you... You'd better go, or you'll miss your flight...
She checks her watch.
PATRICIA.
So I had...
She grabs her suitcase, wheels it through the automatic doors, and GRAHAM pulls the taxi away.  She closes her eyes for a second or two.
On the backseat of the taxi appears a cream envelope, with the words "to Graham" written neatly in a scrolled handwriting.
PATRICIA opens her eyes and smiles.
INTERCUT WITH:
EXT. CEMETERY - MORNING.
SAGE continues to stand outside the cemetery, she shivers. Leaves fall off the old twisted trees.  A little, old (60-80) WOMAN, wearing a purple coat and a skirt to match holds a trolley.  It seems as if she's appeared out of nowhere.
OLD WOMAN.
Good morning...
SAGE jumps.
SAGE (V.O.)
Why is it me that always gets stalked by the weirdos?
OLD WOMAN.
Are you going into the cemetery?
SAGE.
Yes, as a matter-of-fact... Why?
OLD WOMAN.
You don't want to go in there...
SAGE.
       (Shivering)
Why?
OlD WOMAN.
You want to watch out in there... They say people go in and don't come out again...
           (BEAT)
They say they get lost or trapped...
SAGE.
    (Laughs nervously)
Stop being silly... That's just an old-wives tale... How can someone go into a cemetery and not come out again?
The woman shrugs her shoulders.
OLD WOMAN.
It's the mysterious ways...
SAGE.
They're urban myths... A load of old bullshit... People make them up because they've got nothing better to do with their spare time...
          (BEAT)
Could you move out of the way please? I have got a lot to do today...
She tries to push past the OLD WOMAN, who just stands in the way, and points a finger at SAGE.
OLD WOMAN.
A word of advice...
SAGE.
What?
OLD WOMAN.
Beware what you wish for...
SAGE tugs at her sweater as the sky turns a little overcast.  There are beads of sweat on her face.
SAGE.
Is that a threat?
OLD WOMAN.
Not a threat... A friendly warning...
SAGE.
Whatever...
Again, she tries to push past the WOMAN, but the WOMAN just stands in front of her.
OLD WOMAN.
Never think that imagining something in your mind, lets say you want your husband dead so you can get the life insurance, to end the miserable marriage that's been going on for years, or your best-friend has just slept with your boyfriend... 
           (BEAT)
Don't think about all the little details on what's going to happen...
           (BEAT)
Then you think, 'no, that's not going to happen... That's a stupid idea...
           (BEAT)
Don't think that it won't happen, because, nine times out of ten, it usually does... You would end up getting a phone call later on that day, telling you that your husband has just died...
SAGE laughs.
SAGE.
You're just being stupid now... I'm going now...
She pushes past the WOMAN, in slow-motion, leaves fall off the trees.
INTERCUT WITH:
The WOMAN disappearing in a puff of smoke.
INTERCUT WITH:
SAGE turning around, and seeing that the WOMAN'S gone, just her shopping trolley sits there.
INTERCUT WITH:
Coming out of slow-motion.  SAGE looks shocked.
SAGE.
        (Gulping)
Maybe I was just imagining she was there?
          (BEAT)
No... She was there...
          (BEAT)
Uh-oh...
She shakes her head, braces herself, and pushes open the squeaky gate to the cemetery.
SAGE.
It's just one of those days... I need to go to bed early on a night...
FADE TO:
INT. VENTILATION/MARTYN'S OFFICE - MORNING.
MARTYN'S in the office, working at the computer.  The door's pushed open, and GLORIA WHYTE walks in, 30's, very pretty, short brown hair tied back in a bun, wearing the black shirt for the club and black trousers.  She places a steaming mug down on the desk.
GLORIA WHYTE.
I am very sorry... I only just got in... The bus broke down...
MARTYN.
It's fine... I needed the peace for a moment to work on these files anyway...
GLORIA.
I know it's cheeky and I've just got here, but do you mind if I pop out to the bank to sort some bills out?
MARTYN.
           (Nods)
Sure, go ahead... It's not like its busy... 
He points to a bank card and a bag of notes.
MARTYN (CONT'D)
Just as long as you bank that...
GLORIA.
Is there anything else you need?
MARTYN.
I need you to go to the print shop... There's some fliers and stuff they've done fore us...
GLORIA.
And a bun from the bakers?
MARTYN.
(Smiles)
That would be just great...
She leaves the office, he goes back to the computer, and he's interrupted by the telephone, which he picks up.
MARTYN (CONT'D)
Hello?
INTERCUT WITH:
ANNABEL in a clothes store, holding a basket, speaking into her mobile phone.  We can see FAYE behind her, raking through the rails hurriedly.
ANNABEL.
Hi hon...
MARTYN.
Hey... Did you manage to get Faye out the house?
ANNABEL.
Yup... She's browsing just behind me...
Martyn (V.O.)
It's good for her to be out of the house... She can move on then...
ANNABEL.
You're right... She can't keep him on her mind for too long... She'll go mad... Anyway, I didn't call about Faye... I was just calling to tell you I'd get you more shirts... You're getting tighter in the chest...
INTERCUT WITH:
MARTYN looks shocked as he continues to speak into the telephone.
MARTYN.
How the hell did you know that?
ANNABEL (V.O.)
I've got my ways... I'll get you some...
MARTYN (V.O.)
You don't need to do that...
ANNABEL.
Yes I do... You're too busy to do it yourself...
MARTYN (V.O.)
Thanks... I'll pay you the money back later...
ANNABEL sighs.
ANNABEL.
I'd better go... I'm kinda running over on my bill...
MARTYN (V.O.)
Okay... Speak later then...
He cuts off, and ANNABEL smiles, flipping her phone shut.
ANNABEL.
      (Looses her smile)
And that's more money I've got to spend...
She bites her bottom lip, and FAYE grabs her shoulder, and has a basket full of clothes.
Faye.
They've got the most amazing summer selection here by the way!
Seconds later she rushes away.  ANNABEL smiles to herself.
FADE TO:
EXT. CEMETERY - MORNING.
SAGE is scraping moss off a gravestone with a knife she probably shouldn't be carrying.  Trees lead into woods.  The whole cemetery is in need of repair, and most of the gravestones lay on their side broken, or slightly uprooted.
INTERCUT WITH:
SAGE finishes scraping the moss, and drops the knife.  She's got mud all over her hands, and she wipes it on her jeans.
INTERCUT WITH:
The mud on her jeans seems to dissolve into the denim.  We C-UP on the gravestone, and see the words "DENISE OAKLAND, BORN 13TH OCTOBER, 1955.  LOVING MOTHER TO SAGE, DOTING WIFE TO MICHAEL.  DIED SEPTEMBER THE 1ST, 1994, DUE TO TERMINAL ILLNESS," written in Gothic letters.  There's a symbol of a crescent moon, like that on TAMMY'S wrist.  SAGE touches the gravestone, and tears roll down her cheeks.  She bends over, and kisses the grave like kissing her mother.
SAGE.
I will always love you...
DENISE OAKLAND (V.O.)
As will I... No matter what...
SAGE moves to the next gravestone that's got a pentagram etched into the stone.  The words read: "MICHAEL OAKLAND, BORN 6TH JUNE 1954.  HUSBAND OF DENISE, BOTH HIGH SCHOOL LOVERS, FATHER OF SAGE.  DIED ON NOVEMBER 4TH, 1994.  HE WILL BE SADLY MISSED."
SAGE wipes her tears away with a sleeve, leaving streaks of mascara.
SAGE.
It's so unfair! I am never going to see them again!
The HOMELESS MAN stands in the trees watching.
HOMELESS MAN.
I wouldn't be so sure of that...
FADE TO:
INT. ARRAN AIRPORT - DAY.
MARIA ROSS is in her late sixties, wearing a brown dress right down to her brown leather boots, with her suitcases around her feet.  She's got short brown hair.  ESMERALDA LAKE is the same age, wearing a long, silk green dress, with blue earrings in her ears, whit whipsy white hair.  There are several of them stood around a board that's got times of aeroplanes on it.
ESMERALDA LAKE.
She should have been here by now...
ANGELA STEVEN'S is about the same age as MARTYN and his friends.  She wears a straw sun hat, and a bright yellow dress.
ANGELA STEVEN'S.
It's very unlike Patricia to be late...
MARIA ROSS.
Relax guys... The plane was going to be late... Maybe she just got the next flight over here, after spending time with Martyn and his friends...
ESMERaLDA.
That makes sense... She probably did that...
PATRICIA wheels the suitcase through the airport, and sees her friends gathered at the board.  They turn around, see her and screech.  PATRICIA is hugged by MARIA.
Maria.
I thought that you'd never get here...
PATRICIA.
And so did I... But I am now...
          (BEAT)
And I'm parched... Lets go and get a drink...
They laugh as they walk down the corridor.
INTERFADE WITH:
INT. CAFE - AFTERNOON.
ANNABEL and FAYE are sat in a cafe, eating their lunch, with their shopping around their feet.  Other CUSTOMERS are chatting and eating.  There's a clatter and the sound of smashed glass that comes from the kitchen.
ANNABEL.
Oh no!
FAYE.
What's wrong?
ANNABEL.
It's Saturday the first of September... It's the anniversary of Sage's mum's death...
FAYE.
(Gasps)
So it is... No wonder she's in such a bitchy mood...
ANNABEL.
She's always in a bitchy mood...
She takes a sip from her glass of coke.
ANNABEL (CONT'D)
Do you know what's weird about it though?
FAYE.
What?
ANNABEL.
The fact that it's been thirteen years since she died...
FAYE almost spits her coffee over ANNABEL.  ANNABEL grabs her glass, and feels her eyes roll-up into the back of her head.
INTERFLASH WITH:
TAMMY walks across the suspension bridge, but suddenly looses her footing and plummets downwards.
TAMMY.
Uh-oh...
INTERFLASH WITH:
TAMMY hits the windscreen of a car crossing the suspension bride, and it shatters on impact.
INTERFLASH WITH:
JOHN GALLAGHER a handsome guy in his forties, wearing a black sweater and a goatee on his face falls into the dashboard when TAMMY hits his car.
INTERFLASH WITH:
Blood on TAMMY'S face as she rolls off the car, onto the concrete road.  Her eyes are wide-open.  Her arm falls across her chest, and on her wrist, a crescent moon tattoo.
INTERFLASH WITH:
A blood-red leather BOOK falls into darkness, with eerie music playing over the top.
InteRFLASH WITH:
A YOUNG WOMAN falling to the ground.  She's got straight brown hair and dressed in a black dress.  Her head cracks sickeningly.
IntERFLASH WITH:
We focus on the WOMAN'S face for a moment, and her mouth is wide-open.  She is terrified.
InterFLASH WITH:
INT. cafe - aftERNOON.
The cafe is slightly shaky, and the whole place is a mess as everything comes into focus.  The glass shatters, and shards spray everywhere.  ANNABEL'S hair is a mess as the whole place settles.
FAYE.
What the hell was that?
ANNABEl.
Who knows...
A waitress wearing a red shirt, a short red skirt, holding a carrier bag rushes over to their table, collecting things.
WAITRESS.
Sorry about that guys... We were listening to the radio in the kitchen and there were no earthquake warnings...
FAYE.
It's not your fault... And they're usually unexpected...
ANNABEL.
I'm going to the toilet... Can you pay the bill Faye...
FAYE.
Sure...
ANNABEL walks away, FAYE grabs her credit card out of her bag.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. VENTILATION/MARTYN'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON.
MARTYN continues to work way.  GLORIA rushes into the office.
GLORIA.
Do you mind if I get off early?
MARTYN.
    (Looks at the clock)
Sure thing... I need to go and do some things anyway...
         (BEAT)
I'll drop you off...
GLORIA.
Are you sure? I don't want you to go out of your way...
MARTYN.
It's no problem... But we need to speak about something on the way anyway...
GLORIA looks nervous so suddenly.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. marTYN'S CAR - afternoon.
MARTYN and GLORIA are sat in the car, driving down a street where there are Victorian HOUSES on either side, with cars parked out in front.  Leaves fall off trees.
MARTYN.
So, hit me if you want to... Tell me I'm not going on holiday because it's too much work for you to do...
GLORIA.
Don't be stupid... I can handle looking after the club for you...
MARTYN.
While planning your wedding? 
          (BEAT)
It's that stupid Tom's fault... He swans off all the time on holiday, leaving everyone else to look after the club, which he owns half of by the way...
          (BEAT)
And it's always difficult when we want to go away on holiday...
GLORIA.
Stop fretting Martyn.  I'll look after the club while you go on holiday... If you close it down, you'll loose out on money...
MARTYN.
That wouldn't be the first time...
          (BEAT)
Only if you're sure... I've got a list of everything that needs to be done... The daily takings report should be sent to me anyway... If you need anything, call...
GLORIA.
And spoil your holiday? Go, and have a relaxing time... Do you know when you plan to be back?
MARTYN.
I think about November time... And, as a present to you, you can use the club for your reception, free of charge...
GLORIA.
Thanks very much... We did plan on booking the Grand Hotel, but they had loads of conferences booked...
She points to the left hand-side, where there's a school, with cars parked in front.
GLORIA (CONT'D)
Just here would be great...
INTERCUT WITH:
Int. thirteen greene close/kitchen - afterNOON.
Annabel is in the kitchen, preparing for that nights meal, mixing batter in a bowl.  The back door is open to let some of the heat out.  Music plays from the LCD TV in the wall, pans are boiling on the stove, and there are veg laid on the chopping board.  SAGE walks into the room, and places a bag on the worktop.  She's sour-faced.
SAGE.
Where were you today?
ANNABEL turns around.
ANNABEL.
I am sorry that I missed going to visit your mum and dads graves' with you... I was out with Faye, and it was lunchtime by the time I realised what today was...
          (BEAT)
I am sorry... Can I make it up to you? We can go and get a bus now...
SAGE.
It's too late now! I've already been!
          (BEAT)
We made a promise that we would go every year together!
          (BEAT)
And you broke it!
*Make you sound quite evil.
ANNABEL.
I really am sorry... Why don't you help me make dinner? You like that...
SAGE.
         (Smiles)
Yeah... I do...
ANNABEL opens some drawers.
ANNABEL.
You've not seen my little silver knife, the one that's part of the set that Martyn got me for Christmas have you?
InterfLASH WITH:
SAGE opening a drawer, taking out a small, silver knife, that looks quite expensive.
Interflash WITH:
SAGE scraping moss off a gravestone with the knife she probably shouldn't be carrying.
INTERFLASH WITH:
The kitchen.  The scene continues as before.
SAGE.
No! Why should I have?
ANNABEL.
Jeezus! I only asked you a simple question...
SAGE.
I know... And I'm sorry... Have you checked the drawer where you keep it?
ANNABEL.
Yeah... And it's not there...
SAGE.
    (Closes her eyes)
Check again... It's probably hidden...
ANNABEL looks through the drawer.
ANNABEL.
No...
Sage.
Check the other drawers... You've probably just moved it...
ANNABEL.
Okay, but I don't see why I would have done...
INTERFLASH WITH:
The knife lies on the ground in front of SAGE'S mums' grave.  It fades away in a golden light.
INTERFLASH WITH:
In a dark drawer, the knife appears.  ANNABEL opens the drawer to look, and there she finds it.
ANNABEL.
There it is...
She takes it.
ANNABEL (CONT'D)
I don't know why it's there...
She shrugs her shoulders.
SAGE.
Maybe you just forgot...
ANNABEL.
Yeah... Maybe...
She crosses to the chopping board, and begins to chop.
ANNABEL (CONT'D - V.O)
Or not... I never have done before...
InterfaDE WITH:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/DINING ROOM - EVENING.
They're in the dining room, finishing up a lovely meal that ANNABEL cooked.
ANNABEL.
Who is on the rota tonight then?
MARTYN.
Me, yourself and Lee... But I don't see him around...
LEE (O.C.)
Where's everyone?
MARTYN.
In the dining room...
LEE walks into the dining room, dressed in brown cargo pants, a creased t-shirt, with messed brown hair.  He sits down, grabs a plate, and fills it, and then gobbles it down.
MARTYN (CONT'D)
Where have you been all weekend mate?
LEE.
I am really sorry about that... I've been out drinking with mates, and I forgot about the time...
MARTYN.
It's no problem... You can do as you like... I'm going to dock two nights pay from your wages though...
LEE.
As you wish... It's only fair... I need to make some money tonight though...
MARTYN wipes his mouth with a mint green napkin that matches the wallpaper.
MARTYN.
That was a lovely meal Annabel...
ANNABEL.
Thanks, but Sage did most of the work...
SAGE.
I can cook... I studied cookery at college...
MARTYN.
Why didn't you continue it when you left?
SAGE.
I was supposed to work as a head chef in London in a posh hotel, but I decided not to take the job...
FAYE swirls her glass of red wine.
FAYE.
     (Slightly drunk)
Why aren't you then?
MARTYN.
Were you mad?
Tears pour down SAGE'S face.
SAGE.
No... But mum was... She was ill, and I had to look after her... Dad was away most of the time bringing the money in...
She grabs ANNABEL'S hand.
SAGE (CONT'D)
But Annabel's always been there for me, through thick and thin... She really helped me when I found dad hanging in the bathroom...
ANNABEL squeezes SAGE'S hand.
ANNABEL.
And I always will be there for you...
INTERFADE WITH:
INT. VENTILATION - NIGHT.
It's very quiet, and ANNABEL, MARTYN, FAYE and GLORIA are sat at the bar, drinking.  There are a few CUSTOMERS sat at tables.  LEE'S collecting glasses.
FAYE.
I don't mean to put this place down, because it's such a great club, but it's dead in here...
MARTYN.
It is, isn't it?
He checks his watch, seeing it's only nine o' clock.
MARTYN (CONT'D)
I think we should just close up...
GLORIA.
Do you want me to do that?
MARTYN.
No, I think we'll just do it now... Can I speak to you in the office for a moment?
GLORIA.
Sure...
They walk into the office whilst the others get their things sorted.
GLORIA (CONT'D)
I know this is about earlier, and I'm so sorry about that... It won't happen again... It's just Steven and I are apart from each other for so long... We, he especially, get a little horny...
MARTYN.
I actually quite enjoyed it... But it can't happen again...
GLORIA.
That I understand...
They walk out of the office.
MARTYN.
Right troops, lets get going, before I die of boredom...
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/LIVING ROOM - NIGHT.
SAGE is sat on the sofa, drinking a glass of red wine, with her feet up on the brown leather puffee.  She's watching a film on the LCD TV sat on a table.  There's a loud knock on the door.
SAGE.
Who could be knocking at such a time on a night?
She puts her glass down on the coffee table, next to a bowl of popcorn, and walks out of the room.  As she walks down the hallway, the lamps flicker on eerily.  There's another loud knock.
SAGE (cONT'D)
Who is it?
There's no answer.
SAGE (CONT'D)
I bet it's my stupid friends, who have all forgotten their keys...
She hurries to the door, and pulls it open..  The HOMELESS MAN is stood there.  She screams, and proceeds to slam the door in his face, but he stops her from doing so.
HOMELESS MAN.
Don't Sage! I'll only be a minute... I just wanted to know if you got my present...
SAGE.
The book? That was you?
HOMELESS MAN.
It's your book Sage... It was meant to be passed onto you...
SAGE.
What are you? Some sort of sicko?
HOMELESS MAN.
It's all in the book Sage... Everything you need to know... Now that you've got it, you must keep it safe, away from prying eyes... I must go now that you've got the book...
SAGE.
Who are you?
HOMELESS MAN.
I can't actually tell you that... They'll have my guts for garters if I do... And too many people want me dead...
             (BEAT)
Everything you need to know is in that book...
SAGE.
What do I do with it?
HOMELESS MAN.
You'll know in due time...
He walks away from the HOUSE, hiding in the darkness.  In a golden light, the BOOK appears in SAGE'S hands.  She sighs loudly.
SAGE.
Why do the weird things always happen to me?
She closes the door, and we:
FADE TO:
INT. FORTUNE TELLER'S - NIGHT.
MADAME ZARA looks shocked when she looks at the overturned cards on her coffee table.  The candles flicker eerily and she shivers.  The cards are all the death cards, thirteen of them.  MADE ZARA gulps.
MADAME ZARA.
Oh no... This is bad...
            (BEAT)
Very bad...
The candle flames sizzle out.
Fade TO:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/ANNABEL'S ROOM - NIGHT.
ANNABEL tosses-and-turns on her bed, as a storm batters down outside.  The alarm clock on the bedside table reads 2:59 A.M.
InterfLASH WITH:
Int. Thirteen greene close - night.
Thunder crashes and lightning flashes outside the windows in the walls of number thirteen, and SAGE makes her way down the staircase, dressed in Whinnie the Pooh pyjamas, holding out her hands as if going to hug someone.  The moonlight that's eerily blue shines through the windows, and seems to be sucked right into her eyes.
She steps off the staircase, and walks across the floor.  The telephone rings out shrilly, and she picks it up.  The line is crackly.
SAGE.
Hello? Who is it?
VOICE ON PHONE (CONT'D)
             (With raspy breath)
Its your worst nightmare...
SAGE drops the phone, and it falls in slow motion to the floor.
INTERFLASH WITH:
The phone hitting the floor and breaking into pieces.
InterFLASH WITH:
The batteries rolling across the floor into the darkness.
InterfLASH WITH
SAGE.
Uh-oh...
She falls to the floor, and we:
FADE TO:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE - MORNING.
Sunlight shines through the windows, and SAGE continues to lie on the floor where she fell the previous night.  She groans, and rubs the back of her head.
SAGE.
Why does Annabel leave the heating on at night?
ANNABEL walks down the staircase dressed in her dressing gown and slippers.
ANNABEL.
She doesn't, because she knows it's just a waste when no one is awake in the early hours...
           (BEAT)
She doesn't know her friends spend the night sleeping downstairs...
           (BEAT)
What are you doing sleeping downstairs?
SAGE.
      (Rubs her eyes)
Sorry... I didn't mean to... I came down to get a glass of water, but I just fell asleep...
ANNABEL nods her head and yawns.
ANNABEL.
Come on into the kitchen, and I'll make you a cup of coffee...
INTERCUT WITH:
Int. ThirTEEN GREENE CLOSE/DINING ROOM - mORNING.
The sun shines through the windows of the dining room, which look out onto the back garden, where there's a swimming pool, a couple of lawn chairs, some beautiful flowers, and a summer house.
ANNABEl.
I'm really sorry that I missed going to the cemetery with you yesterday Sage...
SAGE.
That's fine, don't worry about it... You're a busy person...
MARTYn.
Talking about being busy... Do you need to do any food shopping?
ANNABEL.
Well, we need a few bits until the morning...
Martyn.
When you've finished, we'll head then... Has everyone finished packing yet?
FAYE.
Finished? Try started...
MARTYN.
You'd better get a move on... And don't go packing too much either... I'm going to try to book a minibus before heading over to the club...
He looks at ANNABEL.
Martyn (cONT'D)
I won't be there all day... I just need to pick some things up, and sort out some things... I want to spend the rest of the day sorting things out...
INTERFADE WITH:
INT. SHOPPING CENTRE - MORNING.
ANNABEL makes her way round the shopping centre where she works, pushing a trolley.
ANNABEL (V.O.)
Why the hell would the lightbulbs be down the pet food aisle?
She pushes the trolley and moves into the electronics aisle.
ANNABEL (CONT'D - V.O)
Close enough...
She stops for a moment to look at some nice dab radios.
ANNABEL (CONT'D - V.O)
Ooh... Only fifteen pounds each...
She opens her handbag, and takes out her purse.  Opening it, she sees a ten pound note there.
ANNABEL (CONT'D - V.O)
But you can't afford them, even though you want them...
She grabs the two left, and slips them into the trolley.
ANNABEL (CONT'D - V.O)
I'll take it out of the shopping budget, and pay it back later, like you've been doing a lot lately...
GORDON walks up the aisle, dressed in a white shirt, a black tie and black trousers, scribbling something down on a clipboard and sticking labels to items.  He glances up at ANNABEL.
GORDON.
Oh... Hi...
           (BEAT)
I thought you were going away to Klinburn?
ANNABEL.
We are, in the morning...
GORDON.
It does make sense...
ANNABEL.
Is there any news yet?
GORDON.
Nope... The boss is just an arse with things like these...
          (BEAT)
I'd like to strangle him one day...
          (BEAT)
I've just paid in your wages... I'm sorry it took so long... We've just had an update on the system... I've also been covering for a lot of people lately, as Cathy, Miranda and James just quit...
ANNABEL.
If you need me to cover, just say.
GORDON.
I gave you time off, take it... I'll be fine here.
ANNABEL.
If you're sure...
           (BEAT)
I know this sounds like a silly question, but you don't know where the light bulbs are do you?
GORDON.
Not a silly question at all... We've just had a change around...
He leads her to where the light bulbs are.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. MARTYN'S CAR - MORNING.
MARTYN'S sat in the car, in the car park across from the shopping complex.  On the backseat is a yellow carrier bag, with 'Computer Stores' written across the front.  He smiles at something said on the radio.  ANNABEL hurries to the car, opens the back door, puts her stuff in, then closes the door, and gets in the passenger seat.
MARTYN.
I thought you weren't going to get much?
ANNABEL.
I didn't want to originally... But then I kind of went mad, and totally went away from the list...
MARTYN.
That's unlike you... Are you rebelling?
ANNABEL.
     (Grinning wickedly)
A little...
She fastens her seatbelt.
ANNABEL (CONT'D)
I had to take some money out of the shopping budget though... I found two nice DAB radios...
MARTYN.
The white ones? Yeah, I saw those... I was going to get a couple, but they were too expensive...
Annabel.
Fifteen quid each...
MARTYN.
I may invest in some of those...
ANNABEL.
I'll pay the money back...
MARTYN.
Take your time... That's your area, not mine...
          (BEAT)
How comes you needed it though?
ANNABEL.
         (Sighing)
I've been having a few cash problems... I'm kind of in the process of loosing my job...
MARTYN.
Poor you... If you want, you can come on full time at the club... I'm in need of some more bar staff...
ANNABEL.
I'll think about it...
MARTYN.
And you're due wages any day from the club... I need to sort out that problem today...
ANNABEL.
Thanks...
MARTYN turns on the engine, and they pull out of the parking space.
INTERFADE WITH:
Ext. Thirteen greene close - aFTERNOON.
MARTYN sweeps the jeep up onto the drive with a sigh.  PEOPLE are cutting their lawns and watering the plants.  MARTYN gets out with his things.  JENNY MACKIE isn't a day older than sixty-five, and has curled brown hair, wearing white tennis shorts, a yellow t-shirt, and a backwards cap, cutting the hedges in her front garden, next door to MARTYN'S HOUSE.
MARTYN.
Hey Jenny.
JENNY MACKIE.
Hi Martyn... How are you?
MARYTYN.
Not doing too bad... You?
JENNY.
Having a relaxing time... We've just had the kids over for a bit... But it's all quiet now... I'm just getting things sorted before school starts back tomorrow...
MARTYN.
Fun times... We're just heading away in the morning...
JENNY.
Where?
MARTYN.
Klinburn...
JENNY almost chops her fingers off with the shears.
JENNY.
That sounds lovely... I haven't been there for years...
JENNY (CONT'D - V.O)
I don't want to either...
JENNY (CONT'D)
Have a nice time then...
MARTYN.
We will do...
He walks up the path into the HOUSE.
JENNY.
Uh-oh...
INTERFADE WITH:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE - EVENING.
ANNABEL is in the kitchen, washing her hands.  The back garden is lit up with lights all the way down the side of the fence.  MARTYN walks into the room.
ANNABEL.
Oh, hi...
MARTYN.
I was just at the neighbours houses, asking them if they wanted to come round for a drink... I hope you don't mind...
Annabel.
Not at all... I was thinking the same thing... It's our last night, and we should have a bit of fun before the morning...
MARTYN.
You're right... It's been such a long weekend... Gloria should be coming over as well...
ANNABEL.
That would be great...
INTERFADE WITH:
EXT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE - EVENING.
The neighbours are in the back garden, having a good time.  There are PEOPLE in the pool, splashing water at each other, laughing.  There are PEOPLE stood, chatting to each other, holding drinks in their hands.  SAGE and FAYE are laid on a blanket, dressed in swimming costumes, laughing at a joke SAGE has just cracked.  MARTYN, GLORIA and ANNABEL are seated on loungers on the patio.  Music plays from the HOUSE.
MARTYN.
Are you sure you can cope with looking after the club?
Gloria.
We've been through this about a hundred times... Of course I'm sure... Go on your holiday...
MARTYN.
Where's Steven then?
GLORIA.
He's still working... They're building a nice area up by the beach...
MARTYN.
Sounds great... Will be expensive though....
Gloria.
Yeah... Don't we know... We're hopefully trying to buy one of them... If we sell our house on Shaw terrace...
MARTYN.
It's a nice house you've got already...
GLORIA.
Yeah, but it's too small, and two-bedroomed... We're planning on... Let's say... Extending the family...
MARTYN.
You're pregnant?
GLORIA.
Ssh... Steven doesn't know yet...
MARTYN.
I think a toast is in order...
They clink their glasses together.
Annabel.
Did you manage to get a minibus Martyn?
MARTYN.
Yup... I've to go and pick it up in the morning... Gloria, could you do another favour for me?
GLORIA.
        (Sips wine)
What is it?
MARTYN.
Pop by here every day to make sure everything's okay? And get the mail for us?
GLORIA.
I will do just that...
InTERCUT WITH:
Int. ThiRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/KITCHEN - night.
ANNABEL locks the back door and flicks off a series of switches on the wall.  The lights along the fence go off.
MARTYN.
That was Exhausting... It was so tiring...
ANNABEL.
I am so glad it's over...
MARTYN.
There's a film on the box I want to watch before heading upstairs... Do you want to join me?
ANNABEL.
As much as I would love to, I can't... There's still a few things to do... Do you want a coffee?
MARTYN.
I would love one...
He leaves the kitchen, and ANNABEL busies herself filling the kettle up.
InterCUT WITH:
MARTYN sitting down on the sofa, picking up the remote control and flicking the TV on.
TV ANNOUNCER.
Practical Magic next...
MARTYN smiles.
INTERCUT WITH:
FAYE wrestling a bulging suitcase shut.  She has no use, and it burst open.  She falls to the floor in despair.
FAYE.
He really will kill me...
INTERCUT WITH:
LEE wrapped in a towel after just taking a shower.  His mobile phone jingles, and he picks it up to see 'Rachel Jones' is calling.  He flips it open.
LEE.
Hello?
RACHEL JONES . (V.O.)
Hey Lee, is that you?
Lee.
It is... What's up?
RACHEL . (v.O.)
I was calling to see if you wanted to see each other again?
LEE.
Oh, I think we saw enough of each other this weekend...
RACHEL.
We can have a drink...
LEE.
One drink leads to another, then another, and then another... And then we end up having sex... You're a married woman...
RACHEL.
Like that ever stopped you before...
LEE.
Well, I've grown a conscience... You and Jon have got to work things out...
RACHEL.
         (Sighing)
I guess you're right... I probably should work things out with him, why I ever married him in the first place... Well, you have fun on your holiday... When you get back, you give me a call...
LEE.
Uh....
RACHEL (V.O.)
And we'll go out for a friendly drink...
She cuts off the phone, and there's a hum.  He flips it shut.  He sighs heavily.
INTERCUT WITH:
ANNABEL fills a glass of water at the sink, the moonlight shining in through the kitchen windows.  Her eyes roll up into the back of her head, and we:
INTERFLASH WITH:
A thick haze of fog.  There's a full moon in a sky with twinkling stars on it.  ANNABEL stands in the trees, a shimmer.  She sees three women wearing flimsy sack clothing, tied to wooden poles at the centre of a blazing fire.  PEOPLE are watching, cheering and clapping.
INTERFLASH WITH:
A YOUNG WOMAN falling to the ground.  She's got straight brown hair and dressed in a black dress.  Her head cracks sickeningly.
INTERFLASH WITH:
We focus on the WOMAN'S face for a moment, and her mouth is wide-open.  She is terrified.
INTERFLASH WITH:
The glass falls out of ANNABEL'S hand, and smashes on the floor.
INTERCUT WITH:
MARTYN, sat in the living room watching the TV hears smashing glass.  He gets up quickly from the sofa, and runs through the door.
INTERCUT WITH:
EXT. UNVERSITY SCIENCE LAB ROOF - NIGHT.
LEI CHING is a very pretty Chinese woman, about five-foot nine, in her thirties, with silky brown hair, wearing a long black coat, stood on the roof of the SCIENCE LAB at the UNIVERSITY, which we can see the blazing lights of in the distance.  She's talking into her mobile phone.
LAURA LIU (V.O.)
When are you setting off?
LEI CHING.
I leave in the morning... The ferry leaves at eleven... I should get there by seven tomorrow night...
LAURA (V.O.)
Okay then... Anne and I will be there to pick you up...
LEI.
Thanks for letting me stay...
LAURA (V.O.)
You know that you can anytime... It's good that you're coming over... You can forget about everything then...
LEI.
         (Sigh)
Something I would like to very much do...
LAURA (V.O.)
Right, I had better go... We're just heading out...
LEI.
Anywhere nice?
LAURA (V.O.)
No... Just some errands to run...
There's a hum as LAURA cuts off the phone.  LEI sighs, and snaps it shut.
LEI.
It's probably nothing... They're always like that...
She moves away from the SCIENCE LAB roof, and, in the darkness, near the trees, we see a CLOAKED FIGURE, clasping their hands together.  LEI walks past them, and they disappear into the trees.
InterfaDE WITH:
Int. ThirTEEN GREENE CLOSE/KITCHEN - nIGHT.
There's glass on the floor and a puddle of water.  ANNABEL stands there, coming out of her vision.  MARTYN walks into the room, and sees her there shaking.
MARTYN.
Are you okay? I heard smashing glass.
ANNABEL grabs some kitchen roll, and bends down to pick the glass up.
ANNABEL.
I'm fine... I'm just tired...
MARTYN also grabs kitchen roll and helps her.
MARTYN.
Another vision?
ANNABEL nods.
MARTYN (CONT'D)
Want to tell me about it?
She shakes her head.
MARTYN.
         (Sighing)
Fine... Be that way...
INTERCUT WITH:
EXT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE - NIGHT.
LEE stands in the back garden, smoking a cigarette.  When he's finished, he flicks it over the fence.  He hears his mobile go off.  He takes it out of his pocket, and flicks it open.
LEE.
Hello?
mary Simmons (V.O.)
Hey... It's Mary... I was wondering if you wanted to come out for a drink....
LEE.
I really don't know... I'm going away in the morning...
mary (V.O.)

It's only one... That can't harm anyone...
LEE (V.O.)
Yeah, that's what you said the last time...
LEE (CONT'D)
Fine... I'll meet you at the club...
He flips his mobile shut, and sighs very loudly.
Intercut with:
Int. A bedroom - night.
Clothes are strewn on the floor, and LEE kisses MARY SIMMONS, a hot, sexy woman in her thirties, while they have sex in a bed.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE - NIGHT.
FAYE is dressed in a silky sexy nightdress and black slippers as she makes her way up the staircase carefully, holding a glass of milk.  Rain batters against the glass.
Intercut with:
The top landing, where moonlight shines through the windows.  She stops at the cupboard, where, from underneath comes a glowing blue light.
FAYE.
Maybe I'm still asleep...
          (BEAT)
It's probably just a dream...
          (BEAT)
We've not been able to get into that cupboard for years, ever since Annabel and Sage moved in...
She shakes her head.
FAYE (CONT'D)
No... I'm imagining things...
She walks across the landing, and into her bedroom.  We:
InterfLASH WITH:
Int. thirteen greene close/cupboard - night.
In the cupboard, there's a tremendous amount of a shimmering light blue coloured light.  SAGE is sat on the floor, reading the ancient parchment pages of the BOOK the HOMELESS MAN gave her.  She's got a terrified look on her face.
INTERFLASH WITH:
INT. THIRTEEN GREENE CLOSE/ANNABEL'S ROOM - NIGHT.
The alarm clock on the bedside table flicks to three a.m., and ANNABEL wakes up, gasping for breath.  Just a second later, she screams out loud.  There's a crash of thunder.
INTERCUT WITH:
MARTYN rolls over in his bed with a groan, and pulls the blanket over his head.
MARTYN.
This is getting annoying now...
INTERFLASH WITH:
EXT. ATOP A MOUNTAIN - NIGHT.
ANNABEL stands at the very top peak of a mountain, wearing a brown raincoat.  We can just see HAVEN-HILL CITY in the distance.  Her ginger hair blows in a gust of wind.  Lightning flashes and thunder crashes above her.
ANNABEL.
My name is Annabel Parker, and this is my story...
          (BEAT)
My friends story...
          (BEAT)
Our story...
            (BEAT)
This is the story of the Deathly Inheritance...
We linger on her face for a moment, and then we swing round her head, and on up into the sky, where there's a full moon.  Something flies past it and cackles.  We:
FADE TO BLACK.