Halloween: The Series
	Episode 4.3: In a Lonely Place

	We open on the Haddonfield University campus grounds.  A snowfall drifts down into the dead of night, covering the old brick buildings and trees with a thin white layer of snow.  We slowly descend from the bare treetops to see the college’s broadcasting building.

Alternative sounding music fades in as we get closer.  We cut to the interior of the building, finding ourselves in the radio-recording studio.  DARYL LYNSKEY, twenty years old with a punk rocker look, stretches back in his seat inspecting his fingernails as the music blasts overhead.  He glances up at the window to the adjoining control room where JULIA MALONE is signaling for his attention.  She’s attractive, dark complexion, looking about the same age.  She nods pointedly to the clock on the wall behind Daryl.  Almost midnight.  He gives her the thumbs up, sliding on his headset as the song finishes playing.

DARYL
All right, my faithful late night aficionados, the time is currently twelve o’clock which means Daryl has to officially go bye-bye for the evening.

	He looks back to Julia, now waving a sign back and forth.  Daryl nods and grins, reading the message scrawled across the paper.

DARYL
I also have some bad news, so don’t go shooting the messenger.  The annual chess tournament has been cancelled this year due to the expected snowstorm later this week.  Grief counselors will be available to any chess hopefuls whose hearts have been effectively crushed.  This is Daryl Lynskey, signing off.

	In the other room Julia flips several switches on the control panel, plunging the two areas into stillness.  She picks up a lengthy textbook and goes back to reading it as Daryl enters from the studio with a smile on his face.

DARYL
Nice save, Jules.  What would the chess club do without you?

JULIA
I’m still in awe of one there actually being one at HU.

DARYL
Kids are doing the craziest things these days.  So what do you say to some midnight snackage?  My treat?

JULIA
Sounds tempting but I still have tons of homework to do for tomorrow…

DARYL
Like what?  I’ve got some killer study buddy methods.

JULIA
The chapters on quantum physics and the theory of supersymmetry.

DARYL
You know that all sounds really fascinating, Jules, but I just remembered I already made plans for tonight.

	Julia laughs and nods knowingly.

DARYL
Good luck with that though.  You’re going to need it.

JULIA
Thanks, Daryl.  See you tomorrow.

	Daryl’s hand waves back at her, already out the door.  She waits awhile for the sound of his footsteps to fade before returning to her studies.  Julia reaches for her papers and begins to take down some notes.  Her pencil lead suddenly snaps as we hear a door slam somewhere in the neighboring hallway.

	Julia sets her things down and goes to the door.  Soft light pours into the dark corridor as Julia peers out from the control room doorway.  The building, much like the rest of the campus, is empty.

JULIA
Daryl?  I’m not in the mood for games, okay?

	Nobody answers.  Julia sighs and withdraws back into the room, closing the door behind her.  Just as she does loud music starts blasting over the speaker system.  Julia quickly turns to face the window.  Only the dark abyss of the recording studio stares back at her.

JULIA
Goddamn it…Daryl…

	She keeps her eyes trained on the blackness.  Nothing.  Julia takes in a short, panicked breath as a shadow sweeps across the room right in front of the window.  Somebody is in there.

	Julia slowly backs away from the control panel, scared now, her hands mindlessly searching for some kind of defense.  Her fingers grasp a pair of scissors on the desk as she backs up toward the door.  Eyes still focused on the opposing room.  Julia fumbles with the doorknob, unable to twist it open.  She screams as Daryl’s chair suddenly smashes through the window, sending broken glass out all over the control panel.  Julia spins around and throws the door open.

	She races blindly down the hallway, turning a corner and slamming directly into a chain-link barricade.  Julia falls back from it in confusion as she looks past the blockade.  We can see the open elevator doors on the other side.  She pounds on the barricade with her fists, rattling the chains.  It’s not going anywhere.

JULIA
What the hell is going on…

	She turns back and sneaks a quick look around the corner.  Nobody has followed her yet.  Julia scans the rest of the corridor, seeing the emergency exit.  She pauses, takes in a deep breath, and slowly creeps out along the wall with the scissors held tightly in her grip.  Her gaze is fixed on the control room door.

	Our focus slowly shifts to the supply room door directly behind Julia as its knob silently twists open.  Without warning Julia is suddenly wrenched back into the supply room.  She kicks and thrashes violently as her attacker hurls her into a large shelf of equipment.  It all goes crashing to the floor as Julia struggles under his weight.  Her eyes widen as the attacker takes out a syringe and thrusts it into her side.  Julia screams, stabbing him in the arm with the scissors.  She kicks him away and weakly staggers back out into the hallway, holding her side as the drug takes effect.

	Julia hopelessly crawls across the floor toward the emergency exit, her strength quickly giving way.  She finally collapses onto the cold tile.  Unconscious.  We watch from a low angle as the attacker drags her body back into the supply room, slamming the door shut behind him.  The Halloween Theme begins to play.

HALLOWEEN: the series

	The music becomes a far more rock and roll version of the theme as images from previous seasons flash up.  The cast is named as…

Paul Rudd as TOMMY DOYLE
Carrie-Anne Moss as DEBRA LOOMIS
Johnny Depp as LONNIE ELAMB
Rebecca Gayheart as HELEN JACOBS
with
Colin Baker as ADAM TRAVERS

	We open in the boarding house kitchen.  Helen is sitting on the countertop, casually flipping through some kind of instruction manual.  She lifts the booklet to the sunlight, unable to make any sense of its illustrations.

HELEN
Remind me again why you’re doing this?

	She leans forward over the countertop edge as Tommy slides out from beneath the sink, looking ruffled with a wrench in his hand.

TOMMY
I need a screwdriver.

HELEN
Isn’t it kind of early for one of those?

TOMMY
Meant the tool.  Although now that you mention it, I could probably use a drink.

	Helen sorts through the toolbox sitting beside her, coming up with what she hopes is the right one.  She shrugs and hands it down to Tommy.  He disappears back under the sink.

TOMMY
And to answer your question, I’m helping Mrs. Blankenship out of the goodness of my heart.
(pauses)
Besides, I needed a break.

HELEN
Battling aliens one week and fixing kitchen sinks the next.  Is there anything this man can’t do?

TOMMY
Did I mention I can also make a wicked tofu-cheese soufflé?

	Helen laughs and looks toward the backdoor as Lonnie enters.  He’s dressed in winter gear, balancing several cappuccinos and a box of donuts.  Helen jumps down to help him as Tommy climbs to his feet.

LONNIE
I come bearing gifts and high-priced coffee.  Is it just the three of us?

HELEN
Looks to be.  Adam said he had to go to some meeting and Debra wasn’t home.  Or wasn’t answering the phone.

TOMMY
More donuts for us then.

	He washes his hands in the now-functional sink, joining the others at the kitchen table.  Helen slides Lonnie’s coffee across to him as he reads the newspaper.

HELEN
Anything new in the world?

LONNIE
Well the obituaries are looking kind of bare these days.  I guess that’s new.

TOMMY
Is it weird that I’m disappointed…?

HELEN / LONNIE
(together)
Yes.

	They share an amused look across the table as Tommy shrugs and eats his breakfast.  Helen glances up at Lonnie, her smile slowly fading.  On the back page of the newspaper we can see a photo of Julia Malone.  Helen reaches across and tears it out of Lonnie’s grasp with her eyes locked onto the article.

LONNIE
Hey!  I wasn’t reading that or anything.

HELEN
Sorry…I know this girl…

LONNIE
Big deal.  I’ve known lots of girls and they’ve known me, if you get what I mean.

TOMMY
We always get what you mean.  What’s it about, Helen?

	Helen shakes her head distractedly, reading the article.

HELEN
She disappeared last night.  The third Haddonfield University student to go missing in the last month.

LONNIE
How do you know her?

HELEN
I’m not sure.  Probably from one of my classes or around campus.  I’ll ask my brother about it when I see him.

TOMMY
Lonnie and I can check out the details later too, maybe see if the cops know anything?

LONNIE
Thanks for volunteering my time, Doyle.  I appreciate it.

TOMMY
Sorry.  I assumed you didn’t have any other plans, since you never seem to…

LONNIE
Well you’re right.
(pauses)
But that’s beside the point.

	Helen gasps as she suddenly remembers something, checking the time on Tommy’s wristwatch.  She jumps out of her chair and grabs her book bag on the way to the door.

TOMMY
What’s the rush?

HELEN
I’m late for class again.  So we’ll compare notes later?

LONNIE
My place, seven o’clock.

Helen nods and heads out as we cut away to a quiet residential area, establishing the scene in front of Debra’s house.  We find the doctor herself working in the bedroom, with most of the daylight deliberately obscured from view.  Debra is settled in the center of the bed with files and papers scattered all around her as the television drones on in the background.

She pauses for a moment and takes off her reading glasses.  Debra scans over the never-ending work on all sides, groaning as the telephone begins to ring in the other room.  She doesn’t make any effort to answer.

DEBRA
Machine can get it…

	She puts her glasses back on and continues reading a file.  Before long the ringing stops and the answering machine kicks in.  On the other line we can hear the muffled voice of an older man, distinguished and important sounding.  It belongs to DR. CALVIN BANNISTER, as we’re about to find out.

DR. BANNISTER
(VO)
Good morning, Dr. Loomis, this is Calvin Bannister calling.  I realize you’re not coming into the office today, but there is a rather important matter to be addressed at the board meeting and I think it would be in your best interest to be present.

Debra looks up from her work, dread slowly setting in over her features as she realizes what he’s about to say.  Dr. Bannister goes on with hesitation.

DR. BANNISTER
(VO)
You see some concerns have come up regarding some of your recent efforts at the institution, Dr. Loomis, and the board made a unanimous decision to bring your work under review.  To be honest you’ve been a great asset to Country Manor in the past, which is why I recommend that you attend.  We’d truly hate to lose you.

Debra quickly jumps off the bed and runs into the other room.  She tears up the phone just as it clicks.

DEBRA
Hello?  Dr.  Bannister?

	The line is already dead.  Debra sighs and stares down at the lifeless phone in her hand.  She sets it back in its place as we cut to a Haddonfield University lecture hall.  A middle-aged man with gray hair and glasses paces the stage.  He’s clearly confident in his step, bordering on cocky, and wearing an expensive suit.  This is PROFESSOR SEAN WELLES.  Admired by everyone and he knows it.

WELLES
The dawning of a new century is near.  The field of technology is advancing faster than ever, with our society changing right alongside it.  Everyday we are able to harness limitless amounts of information, to know more about the world around us than anybody ever has in the past.  So it all sounds pretty harmless, right?

	The professor stops for a moment for the students to take this in, gazing out over the crowd of faces in the room.  He continues across the stage.

WELLES
Let’s think about that.  Our society constantly relies on technology to make our lives easier, to make them better, but is anybody really stopping to think about its effects in the long run?  Will we always be in control?  Could this influx of technology ever go too far?

Among the turnout of students in the auditorium we find Garry Jacobs, taking notes as the professor goes on with his lecture.  Helen enters the darkened hall and slips into the seat next to him.  He shoots her a quick side-glance.

GARRY
You do know that class started fifteen minutes ago, right?

HELEN
Guess I lost track of the time…again…

GARRY
The werewolf in me senses some new and exciting happenings with the gang.

HELEN
You’re not wrong.  So what have I missed?

GARRY
One of his lame conspiracy theories.  Apparently the computers are out to get us this time.

	Helen laughs, bringing an abrupt end to the lecture.  Welles looks up and singles her out from the crowd.

WELLES
Did you have something to add, Miss Jacobs?

HELEN
No…sorry…

WELLES
I imagine it must be difficult for you to sit through such a boring lecture, seeing as how you’ve been here all of two minutes.

	Everybody seems to find this funny, Garry included.  Helen roughly punches him in the shoulder as she sinks lower into her seat.

WELLES
Please see me after class.

	Helen sighs and buries her face into a book as we cut to the broadcasting building exterior.  We find ourselves back in the hallway from the previous night, now bathed in light coming through the windows and busy with police activity.  We recognize Daryl Lynskey watching from the sidelines with several other students as the cops go about their work.  Deputy Robbie Redman enters the shot with Tommy and Lonnie in tow.  He leads them toward the supply room.

ROBBIE
We think she was attacked here.  Looks like a lot of equipment was damaged in the struggle.

TOMMY
Did you find any evidence that she might be…?

ROBBIE
Deceased?  Not so far, and that applies to the other two kidnappings as well.  I just hope it stays that way.

LONNIE
Yeah, good luck with that one.  Twenty bucks says they’re all pushing up daisies in a week.

	A collective gasp from the crowd of bystanders.  Lonnie quickly becomes aware of his surroundings as Tommy glares back at him.  They follow Robbie across the threshold into the supply room.  The officer flips on a light switch, revealing the aftermath of the struggle.  Tommy looks down as his foot crunches over broken glass.  He notices some splattered blood, glancing over at Robbie.

ROBBIE
The lab processed it.  Not hers.

TOMMY
So you have the attacker’s blood.  Sounds like a good place to start investigating.

ROBBIE
We’ve already started running a sample through the computers.  Last time I checked it was nearly finished and had zero matches.

TOMMY
Which means he probably doesn’t have a criminal record.

LONNIE
I guess that rules me out as a suspect.

	Tommy steps over the broken glass as he scans the scene one last time.  A female officer enters the supply room behind them and whispers something to Robbie.  His expression turns cold, looking at the others.

TOMMY
Is everything all right?

ROBBIE
There was a body found in Lampkin Park…it’s one of the students…

	Lonnie and Tommy exchange a worried glance as we cut to Country Manor, right in the middle of the board meeting.  The institution’s key players are seated on each side of the long table with Debra standing alone at one end.  All eyes are on her as she nervously shuffles through her notes.

DEBRA
I’m not going to stand here and try to rationalize my mistakes.  The quality of my work here late last year was subpar, but I can assure you all that it’s in the past.

	Dr. Bannister rises from his chair.  We also recognize Dr. Mark McGee sitting across from him.

DR. BANNISTER
We appreciate your honesty, Dr. Loomis, but how do we know that you are being sincere?

DEBRA
You don’t.  I can only suggest looking at my track record.  My patients have always relied on me and my judgment.

MARK
That’s an interesting comment, since you did endanger the lives of several patients through wrongfully prescribed medication.

	Debra is stunned, not expecting that from him.

DR. BANNISTER
Quite frankly you left Country Manor in its most vulnerable state.  We were already severely understaffed and for you to abandon your work was simply inexcusable.

DEBRA
I know and for that I apologize.  But I’m working now more than ever before to compensate for my mistakes.

	Dr. Bannister considers her words for a moment, taking a look at his watch.  The other board members prepare to leave.

DR. BANNISTER
Thank you for coming today, Dr. Loomis.  The board will continue to review your case and you will be contacted when a decision is made.

	Debra nods and forces a half-hearted smile as the physicians walk past her and empty out into the adjoining hallway.  She slowly begins to collect her things in defeat.  Mark approaches.

DEBRA
Really don’t have anything to say to you…

MARK
I know you’re angry with me, but you have to realize that it’s for your own good.

DEBRA
Exactly how was that good for me?  And why didn’t you tell me about this whole inquisition earlier?  I could have used a warning.

MARK
Don’t take it personally, Debra.  You know how these big shots can be sometimes.  Business is business.

DEBRA
So you decided to make me look bad to get some extra bonus points.  Very nice work.

	She slings her bag over her shoulder and pushes him aside to leave.  We move out into the hallway as Mark follows, trying to keep up with Debra.

MARK
That’s not why.  I’ve been worried about you ever since that meeting with Leland Jericho.  You looked like hell afterwards.  Did he get under your skin or what?

DEBRA
I’ve just been having a rough time lately.  It could happen to anybody.

MARK
What the hell was it then?  Was it Lonnie?

DEBRA
Leave him out of this.  My point is that things get ugly sometimes.  Things we can’t predict or stop from happening.

MARK
You’re acting like you had no control over yourself.

DEBRA
You really have no idea…

	She walks away, leaving Mark puzzled as we cut to the lecture hall.  Helen reluctantly moves down the steps toward the professor’s office.  She gently knocks on the door and enters.  Welles is sitting at his desk, appearing to grade papers as Helen makes herself known.

HELEN
Professor Welles?  You wanted to see me?

	The professor nods to acknowledge her and sets his pen down.  He motions toward one of the comfortable looking chairs across from him.  Helen timidly takes a seat with her books held to her chest.

HELEN
I should apologize for talking before…I wasn’t thinking and it was wrong of me…

WELLES
Yes, I suppose you’re right.  However that’s not why I wanted to see you.

	Relief washes over Helen’s face.  She looks up at him.

HELEN
It’s not?  Then you mean coming in late?

WELLES
To be honest your attendance today was actually somewhat of a surprise.  I can’t remember the last time you were here.

HELEN
I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t notice.

WELLES
Didn’t have to.  Your grades provide all the proof I need to see that you’re having trouble.

HELEN
I guess I can get caught up with other stuff sometimes…

	Her eyes drift over the contents of the office.  Degrees and prestigious honors adorn the walls, along with dozens of newspaper clippings and notes.  From what we can see most of them seem to be directed at the controversy of recent technological advancements.  Welles takes notice.

WELLES
It’s a hobby of mine.  Most people don’t pay much attention to it but I find the whole subject rather intriguing.

HELEN
My friend is the same way…

WELLES
I don’t want to waste your time, Miss Jacobs, so I’ll get to the point.  I realize that you’ve been having troubling balancing school with other things in your life.  It probably feels like the end of the world sometimes.

This strikes a chord as Helen’s eyes flash up to meet his.

WELLES
Trust me, I’ve been in your shoes before.  But I think what you need to do here is look to the future.  To concentrate on what’s important.

HELEN
You mean getting an education.

WELLES
I hope that I’m not starting to sound like some preachy after-school special.

HELEN
Not at all, it’s actually kind of refreshing.  My other professors would probably just tell me to not bother showing up anymore.

	She stands and reaches over the desk to shake his hand.  As they touch a brief chill runs through Helen’s body.  She quickly pulls her hand away.  It’s gone.  Helen looks up at the professor.  He doesn’t seem to have noticed anything.

WELLES
So I can count on seeing you in lecture next week?

HELEN
Of course.  Whatever it takes.

WELLES
Glad to hear it.  From what I’ve seen of your essays you really do have a brilliant mind, Miss Jacobs.  I think you see things that other people don’t.  It’s a gift.

	Helen smiles and makes her way toward the exit.  She takes one last fleeting glance back at the professor, already back to grading papers, as the closing door separates them.  Helen walks off as we cut to a high angle of the Haddonfield Memorial morgue.  From our bird’s eye view we slowly descend toward the coroner as she prepares for an autopsy.  This is CHARLIE MONTOYA, late twenties with green eyes and long reddish hair.  She pulls it back into a ponytail as Robbie enters the morgue with Tommy and Lonnie.

CHARLIE
Right on time, Redman.  And you even brought company.

ROBBIE
Hope you don’t mind?

CHARLIE
Shouldn’t be a problem as long as nobody wants to prod the corpse with sticks.

	She leads them to the stretcher where the victim lies anonymous beneath a white sheet.  Charlie passes out surgical masks and moves to uncover the body but pauses, glancing up at the guys.

CHARLIE
Might want to prepare yourselves, boys.  This kid has been sitting postmortem for awhile.

LONNIE
Thanks but I’ve seen plenty of dead bodies before.

	Charlie flashes him a questionable glance and pulls the white sheet back to the chest, causing Robbie to turn away.  The others don’t seem fazed.  Lonnie leans over the corpse to get a better look.  It appears to be a male, nineteen or twenty, quite frozen solid.  His glassy dead eyes stare up coldly at his observers.

CHARLIE
Can you ID him, Redman?

ROBBIE
Jeremy Kent.  He disappeared about three weeks ago.  Second to go missing.

CHARLIE
Tell me what you make of these mutilations.

	She reaches across the stretcher and turns over the body’s right forearm.  Charlie points to a series of crude markings carved into the flesh.  Robbie glances briefly before his stomach goes weak again.

ROBBIE
They don’t look like anything I’ve seen before.

TOMMY
Probably a derelict form.  Do you mind if we takes pictures for research?

CHARLIE
Yeah, sure.  I’ll get the camera.

	She goes to the storage locker at the far wall of the morgue and sifts through its contents, shortly returning to the others with an old dusty camera.  From the body’s point of view we stare up at the group as Charlie angles the camera overhead.

CHARLIE
Say cheese…

	A bright white flash quickly fills the screen as we cut to an establishing shot of the Jacobs residence.  Inside we find Rose striding around the kitchen as she prepares dinner.  Garry is sitting at the table doing homework.  We hear the muffled sound of a door closing in the other room.  Helen enters, promptly dropping her book bag on a chair, and kisses Rose on the cheek.

ROSE
Somebody’s happy to see her mother.

GARRY
I take it Professor Welles didn’t drop you from his course?

	Rose’s smile quickly melts away into disappointment.

ROSE
And why would your teacher want to do a thing like that, Helen?

HELEN
Would you guys relax already?  Everything is all right.  I talked to him.

ROSE
Still not satisfied.  Keep explaining.

HELEN
He was worried that I wasn’t in lecture enough and thought my grades were suffering, so I told him that I would try harder.  End of story.  Are we happy now?

ROSE
For now.  But I better see those grades improving.  College tuition isn’t cheap.

HELEN
You will.  I promise.

	Rose smiles warmly and hugs her daughter, going back to making dinner.  She signals to the clock on the wall behind Garry.

ROSE
Dinner will be ready soon.  Better wash up.

HELEN
Actually I haven’t been feeling too well.  I think I’m just going to study for a couple hours and go to bed.

GARRY
Aren’t you supposed to be meeting with your friends?

HELEN
Looks like school wins out tonight.

	She grabs her book bag and exits as we cut to the living room of Lonnie’s house.  Adam and Debra are sitting on the couch with the autopsy photographs displayed out in front of them and Tommy is in a nearby armchair.  They look over the pictures as Lonnie comes down the staircase drying his hair with a towel.

LONNIE
Three showers and I still smell like formaldehyde…

DEBRA
What are we looking at here, Tommy?

TOMMY
Those cuts were made on his right inner forearm.  I think they could mean something.

ADAM
Just looks like a bunch of gibberish to me…the ravings of a madman…

	Lonnie examines one of the pictures.

LONNIE
I’m with the foreigner on this one.  As far as I’m concerned it’s just somebody taking their love of arts and crafts to a disturbing new level.

DEBRA
No…there’s definitely something else…

	She hands Tommy one of the close-ups where we can see the series of markings clearly.  Debra points to where some of the symbols repeat themselves.

DEBRA
See how they’re used again?  Like some kind of sequence, or a pattern?

ADAM
What are you getting at here, Debra?

DEBRA
They’re not just a bunch of random carvings.  There’s structure to them.

LONNIE
Like some kind of evil alphabet?  Maybe we can make our prime suspect the Count from Sesame Street…

TOMMY
Debra’s right.  The killer left a message.

	He stares intently at the picture in his hand as we cut to Lonnie’s house.  Soft music plays in the background as we follow a trail of discarded clothes to the bed.  Lonnie is staring straight up at the ceiling and Debra is on her side, wide awake as she gazes out the window.

LONNIE
Debra?  You still awake?

DEBRA
Uh-huh.  I was just thinking about some stuff from work today.

LONNIE
Just work?  Nothing else is bothering you?

Debra turns over and props her elbow on the pillow, running her fingers through his hair.  Lonnie seems uncertain about something as he watches her face.  His expression is clear in the moonlight.

DEBRA
What’s the matter?  You’ve been acting strange all night.

LONNIE
Can’t a guy be concerned for his girlfriend?

DEBRA
Some guys can be…but the ones named Lonnie usually aren’t…

LONNIE
Thanks for your vote of confidence.

	He pulls away.  Debra sighs and rolls back over, reaching for her clothes on the floor.  She begins to dress as Lonnie sits up behind her.

LONNIE
Are you still happy with me?  With us?

DEBRA
What do you think?

LONNIE
Honestly, I really don’t know.  Ever since that vampire branded you his undead plaything it’s been weird between us.

DEBRA
I don’t feel any different.

LONNIE
Then you’re either lying or in serious denial.

Debra ignores him, clumsily pulling a shirt on over her head as she stands to leave.  Lonnie just watches from the bed.  Debra pauses in the doorway, not looking back at him.

DEBRA
Stop trying to help me, Lonnie.  It’s not your problem.

	She leaves him sitting there as we cut to a Haddonfield University lecture hall, recognizing it as the same one we saw earlier.  Only now the hall is totally empty.  We track up the center aisle toward the exits as one of the doors opens and a figure appears in its frame.  As she draws closer we realize that it’s Helen.  She has a bemused look in her eyes as she approaches the stage, not quite sure what to make of the situation.

	Helen cautiously moves up the steps and walks across the deserted stage.  She shields her eyes as a spotlight is suddenly cast on her from above.  Hearing hundreds of whispering voices, Helen lowers her arm and looks out over the auditorium.  The place is now very much packed with students.

Several faces stand out from the crowd.  We see the first kidnapped victim, Elizabeth Carpenter.  Jeremy Kent.  Julia Malone.  All of them are watching Helen.  Her brother Garry waves to her from his seat with a grin.  It fades as he puts a finger to his lips and points to another area of the stage.  Helen follows his guide to the podium where Professor Welles is droning on about something.  His words aren’t intelligible at first, but as his voice grows louder we can tell that he’s speaking some kind of ancient language.

	The professor, so far paying Helen no attention, suddenly turns to face her from across the stage.  His expression is downcast, covered in shadows, but Helen can feel his eyes burning into her.  He spits out his words in contempt.

WELLES
I know what you are.  And I know what you see.

	His eyes are completely blackened.  Almost inhuman.  Helen watches as his body begins to twitch uncontrollably.  The veins of his arms are pulsing with blood, ready to burst, and his flesh is turning pale.  Helen looks around her as the lecture hall seems to be changing too.  The room becomes colder, soon surrounded by crumbling brick walls and the stench of decay.

	The missing students are each tied up to columns in the middle of the room.  Helen tries to help them but realizes that she too is bound with rope.  She watches helplessly as Welles emerges with a sharpened knife at his side.  He goes toward Elizabeth Carpenter.

HELEN
No!  Leave her alone!

	He looks over his shoulder at Helen.

HELEN
Don’t hurt her…take me instead…

WELLES
You’ll have to wait your turn, Miss Jacobs.

	Without warning he thrusts the knife into Elizabeth’s chest.  A deafening scream escapes from her mouth and we cut suddenly to Helen storming into the bathroom at her house.  Her breathing is deep and she’s drenched with sweat.  Looks like we’re back in the real world again.

	Helen turns on the sink faucet and splashes cold water all over her face.  After a few moments a trembling hand reaches to turn it off.  She stares up at her weary reflection in the mirror as Tommy’s voice fades in over the scene.

TOMMY
(VO)
I’m worried about her.  Things haven’t been right since it happened.

	From the bathroom we cut to see a crowded tavern.  Tommy is sitting at the bar staring fixedly at the beer in his hands.  He glances toward Adam, who is busy sampling a bowl of mixed nuts.

TOMMY
Are you even hearing me?  Adam?

ADAM
I’m listening…go on…

TOMMY
Debra is practically a daughter to you.  She’s out there getting her heart broken without even realizing it.

ADAM
I told the lot of you time and again that their relationship would end on bad terms, and when it actually happens everybody is surprised…

TOMMY
Nothing is certain yet.

	Adam quickly downs the rest of his drink, whistling for the bartender to come around again.  He’s still pretty intrigued by the mixed nut bowl, leaning closer to inspect each one carefully.

ADAM
What did you expect would happen?  Debra and Lonnie settling down to live the American dream, white picket fence and all that nonsense?

TOMMY
Some happiness.  That’s all I expected.

ADAM
It’s a myth.  No person is ever truly content and they’re lying if they say otherwise.

	Tommy glances over at him.

TOMMY
Well you’re a ray of sunshine tonight.  How much have you had to drink?

ADAM
I’m seeing eight of you…

TOMMY
Right.  Maybe we should call it a night then.

	He pays the bartender for the drinks and stands, pulling on his coat.  Adam grabs a handful of nuts and stumbles after him through the exit.

ADAM
I’ll have you know, young Doyle, back in my prime I’d be able to drink you under the table any night of the week.

TOMMY
Come on, you old drunk.  I’ll drive you home.

	He laughs and guides Adam to the vehicle as we cut to Haddonfield University the following afternoon.  Helen emerges from the flow of students walking between classes, a determined look etched across her face.  Garry follows with some hesitation.

GARRY
I can’t believe we’re really going through with this…it’s so…not legal…

HELEN
You didn’t have to come along, Garry.

GARRY
And watch my little sister get thrown out of college and into the slammer?  Not likely.

HELEN
Look at the bright side.  You can finally have the bedroom you always wanted.

	They stop near one of the brick buildings.  Helen scans the area before leading Garry around to the back.  Here we see a narrow trail, bordered by a fence overgrown with dead vines on one side and the building itself on the other.  Garry watches as his sister drops her book bag in the snow and casually retrieves a crowbar.  He grabs her arm as she goes for one of the windows.

HELEN
What are you doing?

GARRY
You don’t even know how to use that thing.

	Helen ignores him.  She looks around the alleyway one more time, getting the crowbar into place.  We hear a satisfying crack as she wrenches it downward and the window lifts open.  Helen stands back and smiles at her accomplishment.  Garry looks freaked out.

GARRY
Executed like a true professional.  Exactly who the hell are you?

HELEN
Lonnie showed me how.

GARRY
Sounds about right.  Go ahead, you first.

	We cut to the interior of the building as Helen and Garry climb in through the window and look around.  We’re right in the middle of Welles’s office.  Helen immediately goes to work.

GARRY
So what are we looking for again?

HELEN
Incriminating evidence.  Anything to link him to the kidnappings.  Or anything unnatural.

	She tackles the filing cabinet while Garry goes for the desk.  He rummages through the papers.  Finding nothing.

GARRY
Have you ever heard of Occam’s razor?

HELEN
Who is Occam and why are we talking about his grooming utensils…?

GARRY
Professor Welles was teaching it in lecture once.  It means that the most basic explanation for a problem is likely the correct one.

HELEN
What’s your point?

GARRY
Think about it, Helen.  You’ve been having a rough time with school lately.  And now with people disappearing…

	Helen abruptly stops ransacking the filing cabinet and turns around, staring at her brother in disbelief.

HELEN
What?  You think I’m jumping back on the schizoid bandwagon?

GARRY
I’m just saying, maybe you’re getting mixed signals.  The guy is the most respected professor at HU, and you…

HELEN
Don’t have the reputation of being the most stable person around?  I get that part.

GARRY
…are just a student, was what I meant to say.

	Helen goes back to her investigation.  Garry sighs in defeat and continues searching around the desk as Helen tries the filing cabinet’s bottom drawer.  It’s locked.  She looks around for the key and spots one hanging from a hook on the wall.  Helen grabs it and works it into the lock.  The drawer glides open.

GARRY
Find something?

	Helen shrugs, pulling out the first folder entitled “Achlys” in bold black lettering.  She starts reading it over just as we hear the distinct sound of a key opening a lock.  Her eyes dart toward the doorknob as it slowly begins to turn.  Helen climbs to her feet and shoves the filing cabinet over.  It crashes forward, spilling hundreds of papers out across the floor and effectively blocking the doorway.

GARRY
Time to get the hell out of here…

HELEN
Agreed.

	They both run for the window as someone, probably Professor Welles, begins angrily pounding on the office door.  We cut back to the exterior of the building as Garry jumps down.  He turns and helps lower Helen from the window as two shouting security guards emerge at the end of the alleyway.  Helen and Garry see them and take off in the opposite direction.

GUARD
Hey!  Stop right there!

	They ignore him, winding around the side of the building to find themselves trapped at a dead end lined with several trashcans and a large blue dumpster.  Helen and Garry quickly lunge onto the dumpster and climb the nearby fire escape.  The staircase rattles beneath them as they bound up the steps.  Helen looks through the metal slats, seeing the security guards still charging after them.  They reach the building’s rooftop and run to the other side.  No fire escape here.  Only a four story drop to the snow-covered ground below.

HELEN
All right, what now?

	Garry shakes his head in vain, out of breath.  From his point of view we search the area aimlessly.  Nowhere to go.

GARRY
The window ledges.  Maybe we can lower ourselves down.

	Helen turns to see the guards appear behind them, running across the rooftop.  She quickly obliges and climbs over the edge while Garry holds onto her arm.  Her foot finds a holding on the window ledge.  Garry lets go and carefully pulls himself over the brink as well.  We watch as they repel down the side of the building from window to window, safely reaching the ground level.  Helen cranes her neck upward where we see the guards helplessly stranded on the roof.

GARRY
Helen!  Come on!

	They run away as we cut to the boarding house at nightfall.  Indoors we find Debra and Lonnie sprawled out before the fireplace, an otherwise romantic setting if it weren’t for the volumes of dusty texts between them.  Debra glances around the edge of her book, watching Lonnie with a smile.  She gently rests her hand over his but he quickly withdraws and stands up.

DEBRA
Where are you going?

LONNIE
I need some air.

	He wanders outside as Debra takes a break and checks her cell phone.  No missed calls.  She sighs and returns to her reading.  Across the room Tommy is researching as well, and in the background we see Adam preparing tea in the kitchen.

TOMMY
I don’t understand.  These markings aren’t anywhere in our research.

DEBRA
Getting a bad feeling about this one?

TOMMY
Whatever force we’re dealing with is something very ancient.  Older than books.

	They share worried glances as we cut to the Haddonfield University main library.  Aside from some students lounging about the building is mostly deserted.  Weaving through the bookcases we find Helen and Garry talking quietly at one of the study tables, keeping a low profile.

HELEN
We must have looked over something in his office.  I’m telling you that file had answers.

GARRY
You’re not suggesting we go back there…

HELEN
I don’t know.  Maybe.

GARRY
Open your eyes, Helen.  The only proof you have is through a vision.  It’s not exactly the smoking gun to send a person to jail.

	From a distance Colin Moritz watches them argue out of earshot.  From his point of view we see Garry storm off, leaving Helen alone.  Colin gazes at her in admiration for a moment before approaching the table, stumbling over his own feet in the process.  Helen takes notice and glances up at him.  She looks upset.

COLIN
Excuse me, Helen?  Do you remember me?

HELEN
Of course I do.  How have you been?  Did your UFO sighting ever pan out?

COLIN
Still working on that one.  Anyway, I just wanted to see if everything was all right.  I know how sibling rivalry can be sometimes.

HELEN
I’m fine…thanks for your concern though…

	She goes back to her homework, dismissing him.  Colin sighs and walks away in defeat as Helen suddenly gets an idea.  She turns after him.

HELEN
Colin?  You wouldn’t happen to know a lot about computers, would you?

	Colin knowingly smiles to himself as we cut to the Country Manor estate grounds.  Debra is carrying some grocery bags up the front walk to her darkened house, juggling them around as she feels her pocket for the keys.  She screams and drops the bags as somebody grabs her shoulder.  She reels around to see Mark McGee.  The last person she wants to talk to right now.

DEBRA
Where the hell did you come from?

MARK
One of my patients cancelled so I decided to make a house call.  I was concerned.

DEBRA
How thoughtful of you…

	She kneels down and starts regrouping the fallen groceries, looking annoyed.  Mark joins her on the ground to help.

MARK
You know contrary to popular belief, I’m really not trying to ruin your career.

DEBRA
I know.  Sorry I’ve been so defensive this week.  Things haven’t exactly been going all that great for me lately…

MARK
Do you want to talk about it?

	Debra shakes her head and offers a reassuring smile. Mark nods understandingly and returns the smile. He backs down the porch steps.

MARK
Call me if you change your mind, all right?

DEBRA
I will, Mark.  Thanks for stopping by.

	She stands and watches him for a minute before heading into the house.  We cut to the interior as Debra flips on the light switch.  She dumps the grocery bags on the kitchen counter as something catches her attention across the room.  The flashing red button on the answering machine.  Debra goes toward it as we cut to the Haddonfield University library.  We find Colin hunched over a computer workstation, laboring away on the keyboard in full-blown geek mode.  Helen watches from the sidelines, impressed by his abilities.

HELEN
The name is Welles.  Professor Sean Welles.

COLIN
You’re in luck, Helen.  Under normal circumstances the faculty pages would require a password, but just last month I discovered a way to override the safeguard checks entirely.

HELEN
That sounds like it could be dangerous…

COLIN
Only in the wrong hands, and I’m very careful about who I tell.  Not even the other science club guys know.

HELEN
Have you found anything yet?

COLIN
Your professor has a pretty extensive directory of files.  Got any cross-references?

HELEN
Yeah…try this word…

	She shows him a notebook with “Achlys” scribbled in black ink on the front cover.  Colin types, waits a moment.

COLIN
Bingo, we’ve got a match.  That file was most recently logged into yesterday afternoon.  Are you ready to boldly go where no student has ever gone before?

	He laughs hysterically at his joke as Helen focuses her attention on the monitor.  From her point of view we watch the file upload.  Several rough-looking symbols, not unlike the ones from the corpse, gradually becomes pronounced on the screen.  A short description follows.

COLIN
“Though to be a pseudonym given by early linguists, the term Achlys derives from a forsaken language meaning ‘unholy beast’ and is rarely referenced in texts.  Popular mythology claims the creature lived in the earliest days of the earth, both feared and worshipped by mortals for its unyielding power and wrath…”

	We slowly pull back from the screen to find ourselves in Tommy’s room at the boarding house.  He is sitting at his computer, holding the telephone to his ear as he continues to read from the same article.  The eerie glow of the monitor is cast across his face.

TOMMY
“…until Achlys was stripped of its strengths and became dormant for several millennia.  Contemporary followers think it possible to summon these powers or even resurrect the ancient being itself despite several damaging tears in the alleged ritual process.”

	We cut to see Helen standing at a campus payphone on the other line.  She nervously scans her surroundings as we intercut between them.

HELEN
What do you think?  Will it be enough to prove his involvement in the kidnappings?

TOMMY
Slow down, Helen.  I’m kind of lost about the details here.  You’re telling me that you broke into your professor’s office and illegally searched his personal files?

HELEN
We would have found out more if the security guards hadn’t shown…

	Tommy sighs in disbelief, rubbing his eyes tiredly.  He looks out at the neighborhood from his window.  From his point of view we see the town of Haddonfield being blanketed in a light snowfall.

TOMMY
I’m coming to get you, Helen.  Where are you right now?

HELEN
At the library.

TOMMY
Stay there, all right?  Then we can figure things out together.  Rationally.

HELEN
We both know my visions have never been wrong before so why are you suddenly talking to me like I’ve gone off the deep end?

	Tommy hesitates, not knowing how to break the news.

TOMMY
Sean Welles was questioned about the disappearances weeks ago, Helen.  Right after Elizabeth Carpenter was abducted.

HELEN
How do you know that?

TOMMY
Courtesy of Robbie Redman.  Welles told them that he was at a teaching convention in Chicago on the same night.  Even had witnesses to back his story.  It’s an airtight alibi.

HELEN
He must have been lying to the police.  What I saw in my vision was real.  I have proof.

TOMMY
What are you talking about?  What proof?

HELEN
It turns out Welles owns some condemned property across town.  I think that’s where he’s planning to do the ritual.

	Tommy isn’t buying it.

TOMMY
Don’t go anywhere.  I’m coming for you.

HELEN
You won’t find me, Tommy.

	She abruptly hangs up the payphone receiver and disappears as we cut to an old abandoned house.  Snow drifts through the shot as Helen emerges alone.  She stops at the front gate and looks down at a piece of paper in her hand.  This is the address.

	Helen pushes through the gate.  From her point of view we see the old building looming over us as we drift closer.  She tries the front door.  It’s locked.  Helen throws her weight into it, easily breaking it open.  She enters the house and closes the door behind her, stomping her snow-covered shoes on the floor as she has a look around the place.  The house is dark and rotted with the stench of decay in the air.  The floorboards creak beneath Helen as she walks farther inside, sidestepping the steady trickles of water coming from the roof above her.

	A figure suddenly races across the hallway behind Helen.  She spins around, only catching a glimpse of their shadow.  She reels again as a door slams somewhere in the house.  Somewhere close.

	Without warning Helen is thrown forward and crashes into an old couch.  Clouds of dust haze over the room as she climbs back to her feet.  She looks up to see the attacker coming at her.  Helen grabs a lamp and smashes it over his head, kicking him square in the jaw as he stumbles backward.  She takes some bricks from a pile of rubble and pitches them hard.  She turns and runs blindly through the house.  Completely lost.  Helen screams as the attacker springs on her again from the side, shoving her into the wall.  The paneling crumbles away as they struggle, shoving each other back and forth between the opposing walls.  We see the attacker take out a syringe at his side.  He drives it into Helen’s side as we cut to Tommy storming into the Haddonfield University library.  He approaches the reception desk as somebody taps his shoulder.  Tommy turns around to see Colin standing there meekly.

COLIN
Excuse me, are you Helen’s friend?

TOMMY
Yeah.  I need to find her.

COLIN
She thought you might show up here.  She said to tell you where she was going.

TOMMY
You know where Helen went?

Colin nods and leads the way to his computer as we cut to Helen’s unconscious body tied to a column.  A bucket of water is suddenly thrown over her.  Helen comes to immediately, coughing and choking as she becomes aware of her surroundings.  From her point of view her attacker emerges from the shadows.  Daryl Lynskey.

DARYL
Awake at last.  I was beginning to think you had a bad reaction to the sedative too, just like Jeremy Kent.

	Helen tries to move, realizing she’s tied down with rope.  She looks around at everything.  We’re in the basement of the condemned house.  The room is shrouded with burning candles and a large pentagram is drawn on the floor, a column at each of its points.  Helen recognizes Elizabeth Carpenter and Julia Malone bounded as well.  Lastly her eyes fall on Garry, badly beaten and bloodied.

HELEN
Garry…

DARYL
I mean, you go through all that trouble kidnapping someone and then your human sacrifice just up and dies on you.  It was totally uncivil.

	Helen looks at him in confusion.

HELEN
Who the hell are you?

DARYL
You don’t recognize me, Helen?  The notorious voice behind Haddonfield University’s numero uno radio station?

JULIA
Number two, you asshole…

	Daryl glances over at her and shrugs with a smile.

DARYL
As I’ve been telling Jules since that fateful night we tangoed in the supplies room, this whole ritual thing isn’t a personal vendetta.

HELEN
You’re the one behind the kidnappings?

DARYL
As much as I’d like to take credit, Helen, I’m really the foot soldier.  I rounded up all of you like a good little boy scout.

HELEN
Why are you doing this?

DARYL
Boredom, I guess.  And everybody loves a good demon raising, right?

	He turns to the staircase as the steps creak.  Helen follows his gaze to see someone walking down.  She glares in contempt as she recognizes Professor Welles.  He smiles at her.

WELLES
Good evening, Miss Jacobs.  I’m glad you could join us tonight.

HELEN
I knew it…

DARYL
Not the whole story though.  Otherwise you would have been all over me too.
(pauses)
Not that I would have minded, Helen.

	He smirks and touches her bruised cheek.  Helen spits in Daryl’s face but he only laughs, wiping it onto her shirt.

DARYL
We’re pretty unlikely accomplices, right?  Me being a slacker student and him a renowned professor.  Nobody would ever suspect foul play.

HELEN
Match made in hell…

DARYL
You know the Internet is a very scary place.  You can meet and greet all sorts of evil worshipping psychos.  A rather generous proportion live right here in our fine town.

WELLES
That’s enough, Daryl.  Finish preparing for the ritual.

	Daryl obeys and goes back to work.  Welles approaches Helen with a knife, the same one from her vision.  She flinches as he raises it in front of her face, admiring the shimmering blade in the candlelight.

HELEN
Do you really expect this to work?  That article said there were missing pieces to the ritual process.

WELLES
It may have taken years but I finally managed to fill in the gaps, to decipher the ancient texts.  All thanks to the age of technology.

HELEN
The same technology you’re always warning us about in class?

WELLES
This is different.  I’m in control now.

HELEN
You’re going to fail…

WELLES
You should feel proud to have a honorable death as Achlys, Helen.  You see you were chosen for your uniqueness.

	He turns around, waving the knife toward everybody.

WELLES
Everyone here was chosen for that reason.  Each of you had a special gift.

HELEN
What about Jeremy Kent?

WELLES
He was a terrible waste.  Showed so much promise.  And thanks to Daryl’s incredible ineptitude for the most simple of tasks, he’s dead now.

DARYL
Sorry about that, boss.

WELLES
I know you are…

	Helen looks away as Welles suddenly lashes the blade across Daryl’s back, sending him facedown to the concrete floor writhing in pain.  He drags him to the final column and ties him up.  Daryl looks at him angrily, a trail of blood running down the side of his mouth.  Welles shrugs.

WELLES
Sorry.  Change of plans.

	Helen struggles uselessly under the ropes, finally giving up.  She watches helplessly as Welles goes to the middle of the pentagram and begins chanting in the ancient language.  He holds the bloody knife up in the air, chanting louder and faster.  The blade starts to glow with a blinding light.  Helen looks away from the brightness, noticing a figure moving behind the columns in the shadows.  Tommy.  He creeps up behind Helen’s column and quickly starts cutting her down.

TOMMY
I’m sorry I didn’t believe you earlier.

HELEN
Apology accepted.  Just get me the hell down from here.

	Welles is completely fixated on the ritual.  Not oblivious is Daryl, seeing them from across the room.

DARYL
Boss!  She’s getting away!

	Welles opens his eyes angrily, now totally blackened.  We can see his veins beginning to pulse intensely with blood and his flesh is pale.  He roars inhumanly and runs toward Helen with the blade.  Tommy tackles him to the ground but Welles is stronger, propelling him into the nearest wall.

	The professor turns his attention to Helen.  She is backed up against the wall, the glow of the candles illuminating the fear on her face.  They each walk in a circle around the pentagram with their eyes on each other, waiting for the other to strike.

WELLES
You don’t know what you’re missing.  The power of Achlys is infinite by human standards.  I could have made you a goddess.

HELEN
That power is ancient.  You don’t know anything about the consequences.

WELLES
Consequences don’t exist for gods.

	He lunges at her, knocking over several of the candles.  They quickly start burning the basement as Helen dodges his attack.  Welles looks at his knife.  The glow is starting to fade.  Time is running out.  He turns to Daryl.

	Daryl screams as he is violently impaled on the blade, his blood gushing out all over the pentagram.  Welles tears the knife out again with a grin.  His body is surging with power.  He stumbles to the center of the room as the effects become more prominent on his figure, paying no attention as Tommy and Helen cut down the others from their columns.  Welles looks down at his chest where we can see his heart pumping.  It suddenly stops.

WELLES
My heart…it’s not beating…I’m a god…

	His awed expression suddenly turns pained.  He looks at his chest in realization, devoid of any movement.  Now his words taking on a whole different meaning.

WELLES
It’s not…beating…

	Everybody else is running up the staircase now as the house burns down around them.  Helen stops and turns around.  She watches as Welles’s frame crumbles to the floor, too weak to contain the power.  His flesh begins to crack and a brilliant light comes forth.  Helen shields her eyes as his remains shatter into nothing but dust.  Tommy suddenly grabs her shoulder.

TOMMY
Come on!  We have to get out of here!

	He grabs her hand and they run up the stairs.  We cut to the exterior of the house as Garry follows out Julia and Elizabeth.  He turns and looks for the others, watching as the walls of the house come down.  Back inside Tommy and Helen run through the crumbling structure, dodging flaming material as it crashes all around them.  They emerge from the house, diving from the porch as the remaining house comes down in a fiery blaze.

	Tommy and Helen lay in the snow, their breaths heavy as they look back on the burning remains.  They exchange a relieved look as we cut to the Jacobs residence the following night.  Rose and Adam are in the kitchen preparing dinner together.

ROSE
Thanks for joining us tonight, Adam.  It’s always nice to have company.

ADAM
I’m glad to be here.  It might be hard to believe, but having only Wolf to talk to can get somewhat dull at times.

	Rose laughs as Helen enters from the other room, headed in a direct course for the refrigerator.  Rose blocks her path.

ROSE
Dinner in ten minutes.

	Helen sighs and takes a seat at the kitchen table as Rose disappears into the other room.  Helen picks up the current newspaper, seeing a pictures of Welles on the front.  Adam reads it over her shoulder.

ADAM
“Local professor perishes in fire…”

	He joins Helen at the table as she glances over the article.

ADAM
I heard you’ve had quite a rough week.

HELEN
You heard right.  I’m just happy that it’s all over.  Including his lame class that I would have for sure failed…

ADAM
All over?  Just like that?

HELEN
You know it’s weird…the fact that I almost died last night isn’t what has been bothering me…

ADAM
No?  Then what is?

	Helen sets the newspaper aside, looking down at her hands.  She stares out the window for a moment.

HELEN
When nobody was believing me.  When they thought my vision was just a nightmare.

	She looks up to Adam.

HELEN
For a second I believed them.  It scared me, you know, thinking I wasn’t so well?  That maybe the past isn’t really in the past?

ADAM
What are you saying?

HELEN
What if I was never well enough to leave that institution?  What if there was a mistake and I’m still supposed to be locked up in there?

	Adam shakes his head doubtfully.

ADAM
You’re not, Helen.  You have been well again for a long time now.

HELEN
I’ve never told anybody, but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night thinking I never left that place.

ADAM
You left, Helen.  All of that is in the past.

	He smiles reassuringly.  Helen nods but Rose and Garry enter the kitchen before she can respond.  Everybody is sitting down to dinner as we slowly pull back from the scene and out the window to see the snow coming down.  We fade to darkness.  The Halloween theme begins to play.

Halloween: The Series
Episode 4.3
In a Lonely Place
Written By: Screamer009
Script Editor: Scarecrow Cenobite
Creative Consultant: Robbie Red
Creative Consultant: Screamer009
Assistant Producer: MysterioMan007
HTS Produced By: Scarecrow Cenobite
Based on Characters Created by John Carpenter & Debra Hill