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  SOUND

  UNFOLDING AND SNAPPING CRISP PAPER MONEY.

  DIRECTOR

  Here’s five hundred cash, out of my own pocket. I consider it a charitable contribution. Now keep your mouth shut and do your job.

  JIM

  Please. . .

  SOUND

  THE CREWMAN HALF-CARRIES JIM AWAY.

  CREW #4

  (to Jim) You are one brave son of a bitch.

  JIM

  What. . .?

  CREW #4

  Don’t know if I could do what you’re doin’. Just keep thinkin’ about that beautiful wife and kids. A minute from now it’ll all be over. I’ll use extra

  CREW #4 (cont’d)

  pyro – you won’t feel a thing. (moving off, emotional) God bless you, man. . .

  DIRECTOR

  (calling) Fire extinguishers!

  CREW #1

  (off) Here, boss!

  DIRECTOR

  Who wants to wrap this sucker?

  CREW VOICES

  Me!

  DIRECTOR

  Places! Once I yell “action,” we won’t have a second chance! Get ready to burn, baby, burn! Let’s light up the sky like the Fourth of July!

  MUSIC

  EPISODE SCORE UP.

  FADE DOWN.

  ANNOUNCER

  We’ll return with the conclusion of Dreadtime Stories. . . after these words.

  MUSIC

  THEME.

  COMMERCIAL BREAK

  MUSIC

  THEME.

  ANNOUNCER

  And now back to Dreadtime Stories and Act Three of. . . “The Late Shift.”

  MUSIC

  EPISODE SCORE.

  THRU TO:

  SOUND

  EXT. NIGHT – FILM SHOOT – IN THE PROP CAR.

  JIM

  (groggy) Unhh. . .

  SOUND

  THE PROP CAR DOOR SLAMS.

  SOUND (cont’d)

  FOOTSTEPS OF A CREWMAN RUNNING AWAY.

  CREW #4

  (moving off) Clear!

  NARRATOR

  He opened his eyes again to blinding light. He was behind the wheel of a car pointed into darkness. He tried to move but the harness held him firmly to the seat. . .

  SOUND

  THE CAR SEAT CREAKS AS JIM STRUGGLES.

  NARRATOR

  Then there was only the night and the sound of his breathing. The sky was black above the end of the ramp. The trees stopped moving and the crickets fell silent – as the first crack appeared in the clouds. Something was coming. It would be here soon. . .

  SOUND

  A RUMBLE OF THUNDER.

  DIRECTOR

  (off) Track?

  CREW #2

  (off) All set.

  DIRECTOR

  Dolly!

  CREW #3

  (off) Ready.

  DIRECTOR

  Remote starter!

  SOUND

  THE IGNITION CATCHES AND THE ENGINE REVS.

  CREW #2

  Revving up.

  DIRECTOR

  Roll camera. . . and. . . action!

  SOUND

  THE ENGINE REVS FASTER. A SQUEAL OF TIRES AS THE CAR TAKES OFF ALONG A WOODEN RAMP, THE SOUND PANNING FROM LEFT TO RIGHT. THE CAR REACHES THE END OF THE RAMP AND THE TIRES LOSE CONTACT.

  CREW #1

  Off the ramp. . .

  DIRECTOR

  Ready to cue pyro!

  SOUND

  SUDDENLY THERE IS A CRACK OF THUNDER DIRECTLY OVERHEAD. A HEAVY DOWNPOUR OF RAIN BEGINS.

  THE CAR COMES DOWN ON THE GROUND, BREAKING LEAVES AND BRANCHES.

  A SWITCH CLICKS.

  A SMALL, MUFFLED EXPLOSION.

  A CRACKLE OF FLAMES. . .

  FOLLOWED BY A SIZZLING – AS THE RAIN IMMEDIATELY DOUSES THE FLAMES.

  DIRECTOR

  Throw the switch!

  CREW #1

  I am! It’s too wet to burn!

  SOUND

  THE SWITCH CLICKS REPEATEDLY.

  SOUND

  CUT TO:

  IN THE PROP CAR.

  THE FLAMES SIZZLING OUT AS RAIN FALLS ON METAL.

  JIM

  (groaning) Let me out. . .!

  SOUND

  HE UNLATCHES THE SEAT BELT AND TRIES TO FORCE THE DOOR. WINDSHIELD GLASS BREAKS. HE STRUGGLES OUT OF THE CAR AND LIMPS AWAY THRU WET LEAVES AND BRUSH.

  CREW #1

  (off) What in the. . .?

  DIRECTOR

  (off) Get him!

  CREW #4

  (off) But – what happens to his wife and kids now?

  SOUND

  MORE THUNDER AND RAIN.

  FOLLOWING JIM:

  AS HE SCRABBLES THRU MUD AND LEAVES.

  THE RAIN FALLING ALL AROUND.

  MUSIC.

  EPISODE SCORE UP.

  BRIDGE THRU TO:

  SOUND

  INT. – GROUNDSKEEPER’S SHED.

  NOW THE RAIN IS ONLY A FEW DROPS ON A TIN ROOF. AS THE GROUNDSKEEPEER POURS A CUP OF COFFEE.

  RADIO DJ

  (from a small radio) And that was The Doors, trying to set the night on fire. Good luck, boys, because it’s been a wet one. That’ll have to do it for the late shift. If you’re just getting off work,

  RADIO DJ (cont’d)

  take her easy on the way home. . . and if you’re ready to hit the freeways – take time to smell the flowers – and the coffee. Ear Witness News is next, so stay tuned. . .

  SOUND

  TUNING ACROSS THE DIAL. BLIPS OF MUSIC. THEN – A WEAK KNOCK ON A WOODEN DOOR. THE RADIO CLICKS OFF.

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Yes?

  SOUND

  THE KNOCKING AGAIN.

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Someone there?

  SOUND

  HE CROSSES A WOOD FLOOR, UNLATCHES THE DOOR AND OPENS IT.

  JIM

  (out of breath) Please. . .

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Can I help you?

  JIM

  I have to get down the hill.

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Car trouble? I could call a tow. . .

  JIM

  Please. . .

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Come-inside. You’re soaked.

  SOUND

  THE DOOR SWINGS WIDE. JIM ENTERS UNSTEADILY. THE DOOR CLOSES.

  JIM

  Lock it.

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Why?

  JIM

  They’re coming.

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Who is?

  JIM

  They!

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  You don’t look so good, mister. Why don’t you sit down.

  SOUND

  HE HELPS JIM TO A CHAIR.

  JIM

  I need the police. They won’t believe me unless I show them. . .

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Show them what?

  JIM

  You wouldn’t believe me, either. Where’s the phone?

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Right over there.

  JIM

  Give it to me. . .

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Easy, now. I’ll do it for you.

  SOUND

  THE GROUNDSKEEPER CROSSES, LIFTS A TELEPHONE RECEIVER AND DIALS.

  JIM

  Hurry, please. . .

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  (into phone) Dee? This is Kelly, over at the shed. Listen, I have a young man here. He’s in quite a state. (pause) Hold on. (to Jim) Do you need an ambulance?

  JIM

  Just the police.

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  (into phone) He wants to speak to the authorities. Mm-hm. I understand.

  SOUND

  HE HANGS UP THE PHONE.

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  I called the main building. They’ll take care of everything. Meanwhile, how about some coffee. It’s fresh.

  SOUND

  THE GROUNDSKEEPER PICKS UP A TIN POT AND POURS A CUP OF COFFEE.

  JIM

 
; The police are on the way?

  SOUND

  THE GROUNDSKEEPER CARRIES A CUP OF COFFEE TO JIM.

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Sure are. It won’t be long. Now why don’t you tell me what happened? An accident, was it?

  JIM

  It was no accident. They drugged me. I remember some kind of needle gun. Not what they gave the others. . . They got a different drug – to keep them awake. And something else. . .

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Who are we talking about, now?

  JIM

  The ones no one sees! They’re all around. Gas stations. Fast-food places. All-night markets. . . while everybody else is sleeping. It’s so wrong. . .

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Is it? Somebody has to do those jobs. Wouldn’t you say?

  JIM

  You don’t understand.

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Then why don’t you explain it to me?

  MUSIC

  EPISODE SCORE.

  JIM

  What is this place?

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  The grounds office. Don’t worry. You’re safe now.

  JIM

  But the van’ll be back. They’ll look for me. . .

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Which van is that?

  JIM

  The blue one.

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Ah. I think I know the one you mean.

  JIM

  (suspiciously) You said this is the grounds office. (beat) What kind of grounds?

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Why, Dry Lawn, of course.

  JIM

  Dry. . .?

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Dry Lawn Cemetery. Where did you think you were?

  SOUND

  JIM STANDS, TIPPING THE CHAIR OVER.

  JIM

  Keep away from me.

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  Why make it hard? You don’t have Lo run anymore.

  SOUND

  JIM CROSSES THE ROOM. THE GROUNDSKEEPER FOLLOWS.

  JIM

  Stay back!

  GROUNDSKEEPER

  It’s so much easier this way. . .

  JIM

  You go to hell.

  SOUND

  JIM OPENS THE DOOR AND STUMBLES OUT.

  MUSIC

  EPISODE SCORE UP.

  FADE THRU TO:

  SOUND

  EXT. DAY – CITY STREET – EARLY MORNING.

  OUTDOOR ATMOSPHERE. BIRDS. THE STREET IS NOT BUSY YET BUT THE CARS AND PEDESTRIANS ARE BEGINNING TO MULTIPLY. A BUS PULLS TO A STOP (AIR BRAKES) AND THE DOOR HISSES OPEN. PEDESTRIANS FILE ON.

  WOMAN #3

  Excuse me, driver. Is this the bus to Long Beach?

  BUS DRIVER

  No, ma’am.

  WOMAN #3

  Oh, dear. My car broke down. I have to get to work.

  BUS DRIVER

  Transfer at Rimpau. Watch your step. All aboard. . .

  SOUND

  THE DOOR FLAPS SHUT. THE BUS STARTS OFF. . . AND STOPS AGAIN WITH A SQUEAL OF BRAKES, AS JIM RUNS RAGGEDLY ACROSS THE INTERSECTION. TWO CARS HONK.

  PEDESTRIAN #1

  What’s the matter with that guy?

  PEDESTRIAN #2

  Watch out, fella! What’re you, blind? The light says don’t walk!

  JIM

  (out of breath) Give me your phone.

  PEDESTRIAN #1

  No way.

  JIM

  I need it!

  PEDESTRIAN #1

  GeL your own.

  JIM

  Please –

  PEDESTRIAN #2

  There’s a pay phone in front of the flower shop.

  SOUND

  JIM HURRIES OFF ALONG THE SIDEWALK.

  CUT TO:

  A PHONE BOOTH. AS JIM OPENS THE RICKETY DOOR, STUMBLES INSIDE AND CLOSES IT.

  HE LIFTS THE RECEIVER AND DIALS 9-1-1.

  911 OPERATOR

  (filtered) Nine-one-one.

  JIM

  Get me the Police.

  911 OPERATOR

  What is your emergency?

  JIM

  Just put me through!

  911 OPERATOR

  Your name?

  JIM

  It doesn’t matter. Please –

  911 OPERATOR

  What address?

  JIM

  I don’t know the address! I want to report a crime!

  911 OPERATOR

  What kind of crime, sir?

  JIM

  I’ll explain it when they get here.

  911 OPERATOR

  Sir, this number is for emergencies. . .

  JIM

  This is an emergency! You have to do something! There’s a van. A blue van. There may be others, I’m not sure. I think they work with the hospital. . .

  911 OPERATOR

  Hospital?

  JIM

  And the cemetery. They have to be in on it. They take people – people who die – and they use them. A day, two days – as long as they can. They’ve invented a way to –

  911 OPERATOR

  Slow down. What medications are you on?

  JIM

  I’m talking about criminal activity!

  911 OPERATOR

  I’ll connect you with the Mental Health Hotine.

  JIM

  I don’t need a psychiatrist!

  911 OPERATOR

  For future reference, the direct line is –

  JIM

  Will you listen to me? What happens to people when Lhey die – before they get put in the ground? It’s a scam! If you don’t have any family, you’re out of luck! They won’t let you rest, till they get one last pound of flesh!

  911 OPERATOR

  Sir, you need help. . .

  JIM

  Don’t you get it? They’ll never let us rest, as long as there’s money to be made! It’s the system. They want to bleed us dry. We’re in it like rats. . .

  911 OPERATOR

  Give me an address. I’ll send someone –

  JIM

  They shoot you up with some kind of super-adrenaline, right in the heart. And there’s a pacemaker – a little silver thing they strap to your chest, to keep it pumping – just enough. All you can say is “please,” “sorry,” “thank you,” stuff like that. . . but it’s the cheapest labor there is! Who will bury them? That’s what I want to know! What kind of sick, twisted –?

  911 OPERATOR

  Try to remain calm, sir. Sir?

  JIM

  Why won’t you listen?

  SOUND

  JIM HANGS UP. THEN HE BEGINS FLIPPING FRANTICALLY THRU THE PAGES OF A LARGE PHONE DIRECTORY.

  JIM

  (intensely, to himself) What’s the number? Gotta be in the book. . .

  SOUND

  HE PUNCHES IN A SEVEN-DIGIT NUMBER.

  OPERATOR

  (filtered, recorded) Please deposit fifty cents for the first three minutes.

  SOUND

  JIM FUMBLES TWO QUARTERS INTO THE SLOT. THE PHONE RINGS ON THE OTHER END.

  POLICE OPERATOR

  You have reached the Los Angeles Police Department. All our personnel are busy serving other citizens. A representative will take your call in the order received. Please remain on the line. . .

  JIM

  Damn it!

  SOUND

  JIM IIANGS UP IN FRUSTRATION. THEN LIFTS THE RECEIVER AGAIN AND PUNCHES IN ANOTHER NUMBER.

  NURSE #1

  (filtered) Good morning, Saint Sebastian’s. May I help you?

  JIM

  Sixth floor.

  NURSE #1

  One moment.

  MUSIC

  FILTERED MUZAK AS HE IS PLACED ON HOLD.

  NURSE #3

  (filtered) Nurse’s station.

  JIM

  Six-two-six.

  NURSE #3

  Oh. Are you immediate family?

  JIM

  Yes!

  NURSE #3

  I’ll get the attending physician.r />
  SOUND

  MUZAK RESUMES AS HE IS PLACED ON HOLD.

  DOCTOR

  This is Dr. Benway.

  JIM

  Let me talk to him.

  DOCTOR

  That’s. . . not possible.

  JIM

  (assertively) Then wake him up.

  DOCTOR

  I’m afraid he never regained consciousness.

  JIM

  What?

  DOCTOR

  When you’re ready to make arrangements, the Coordinating Office will take care of everything. Or, if you’d rather come in, Mr. Macklin. . .