The Woodsman
 
                           Based on the play

                                  by

                             Steven Fechter

 
                                Written

                                  by

                             Steven Fechter

                                 and

                             Nicole Kassell


       
            Winner 1st Prize 2001 Slamdance Screenplay Competition

 




 
                                       July 30, 2002










     BEGIN TITLES - OPENING SEQUENCE MONTAGE
     
     Over black we HEAR the rhythmic sound of machinery. This
     sound will continue throughout the title sequence as other
     sounds fade in and out. We move forward and back in time.
     
     EXT. APARTMENT - DAY
     
     A sparrow flutters in birdseed on a window sill. More birds
     crowd a bird feeder that hangs above.
     
     EXT. SCHOOL PLAYGROUND - DAY
     
     A lone child swings lazily on a swing. Other children tear
     about in a wild game of chase.
     
     INT. LUMBERYARD WAREHOUSE - DAY
     
     CLOSE on a piece of wood as it is fed through a wood chipper.
     
     A man finishes feeding the log into the chipper. He pauses to
     wipe the sweat and grime from his face. He is WALTER, early
     forties, features handsome but hardened by time.
     
     INT. BUS - EARLY MORNING
     
     Walter is silhouetted by the early morning light. He holds a
     duffel bag in his lap and watches out the bus window.
     
     The sun is just rising over the horizon, streaks of pink and
     purple graze the frosted ground. Wilderness gives way to
     frozen farmland.
     
     INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - DAY
     
     Walter stands at a counter, a female officer fingerprints
     each finger.
     
     EXT. LUMBERYARD - DAY
     
     Walter and some other men drop the side of the flatbed truck
     and trees crash to the ground.
     
     EXT. BUS STOP - DAY
     
     The bus pulls away, revealing Walter standing alone on the
     sidewalk of a dilapidated neighborhood. He holds his duffle
     bag.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE - DUSK
     
     The 5 oíclock whistle BLOWS. Workers hustle to get their
     coats and punch out. Walter stands in line, keeping to
     himself. As his turn arrives to punch out he receives a rough
     knock by two guys play-fighting behind him. Walter doesnít
     react, punches out, and exits the door.
     
     Vicki, a tough-looking but striking woman, stands in line a
     little further back watching.
     
     EXT./INT. APARTMENT - DAY
     
     A superintendent opens the door to an apartment, then hands
     Walter the keys. Her gaze is cold.
     
     Walter closes the door and turns around. He stands in the
     middle of a prefab/pre-furnished kitchen, living room area.
     
     Light works its way through the dilapidated blinds.
     
     INT. LUMBERYARD OFFICE - DAY
     
     Walter shakes the bossís hand -- BOB, early thirties,
     strapping and trim, is the manager of the business.
     
     MARY-KAY, the secretary, looks up from her typing and takes
     Walter in. Bob introduces them. She is in her early forties.
     
     Walter follows Bob from the office, Mary-Kay watches as they
     leave.
     
     INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT
     
     There is a flash as a camera snaps a photo.
     
     Walter is captured in a photograph, standing against a babyblue
     background.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - DAY
     
     Walter lifts the blinds. The birds flutter away.
     
                                                           CUT TO:
     
     Walter stands under the shower.
     
                                                           CUT TO:
     
     Walter, hair wet and clean shaven, tosses back some pills.
     
     EXT. WAREHOUSE - DUSK
     
     Tires SCREECH as cars tear out of the driveway. Walter stands
     at a bus stop across the street.
     
     As Vicki walks across the lot, a car pulls up next to her and
     men catcall and whistle out the window.
     
     Vicki flicks them off. The men burst into hysterics and peal
     out of the lot. She gets in her Jeep and leaves, tearing by
     the bus stop.
     
     Walter looks after her then turns his collar up against the
     chill. It is late winter. The trees are bare -- black
     silhouettes against the darkening sky.
     
     Walter turns towards the shelter for protection from the
     wind. Filling the kiosk, a clothing advertisement displays a
     young girl striking a seductive pose.
     
     INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - DAY
     
     CLOSE on a police file. A mug shot reveals Walter, many years
     younger. Pages are flipped through giving glimpses of newspaper
     clippings as well as typed documents. Words stand out --
     "Convicted, 1st degree --," "3 counts --," "served --."
     
     An plain clothes officer closes the folder and looks out his
     office window where Walter stands being fingerprinted. This
     is Sergeant LUCAS, mid-fifties, face creased and greying
     hair.
     
     INT. BUS - DAY
     
     Walter watches out the window as farmland gives way to city.
     
     Traffic builds, billboards line the highway.
     
     INT. LUMBERYARD WAREHOUSE - DAY
     
     Details of machines cutting the wood.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - DAY
     
     Walter fills the bird feeder with birdseed.
     
     There is the SOUND of children playing, and Walter looks up.
     
     Walterís POV: Across the way, children play outside of the
     school.
     
     Walter watches then closes his window.
     
     EXT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - DAY
     
     Walter exits the police station and crosses the street.
     
     INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT
     
     CLOSE on fingers typing on a keyboard.
     
     A computer screen shows Walterís image -- the photo just
     taken of him against the blue background. Words appear across
     the screen as they are typed, creating an Internet
     notification page:
     
     Released: 02/25/02 Qualifying Offense(s):____________
     
     We MOVE in on the photo of Walter till it fills the frame.
     
     FREEZE FRAME. All sound fades out.
     
     The title "THE WOODSMAN" fades in.
     
     END TITLES
     
     INT. OFFICE - NIGHT
     
     Walter sits in a small windowless office with his coat still
     on. He looks at someone off screen.
     
                         MAN (0.S.)
               So. How are you adjusting?
     
                         WALTER
               Iím adjusting okay.
     
                         MAN (O.S.)
               And your new apartment?
     
                         WALTER
               Apartmentís okay.
     
                         MAN (O.S.)
               Are you taking your medication?
     
                         WALTER
               It gives me headaches.
     
                         MAN (O.S.)
               But you are taking it?
     
                         WALTER
               Yeah.
     
     Across from Walter, sits ROSEN, young, awkward and clearly
     new to the profession, jotting something down in a notepad.
     
                         ROSEN
               Good. Iíll talk to your physician
               about the headaches. Maybe he can
               change the prescription.
     
     Walter doesnít say anything.
     
                         ROSEN (contíd)
               And howís your job?
     
                         WALTER
               The jobís okay.
     
                         ROSEN
               Do I take "okay" to mean you feel
               good about working there?
     
                         WALTER
               I said the job is okay.
     
                         ROSEN
                    (smiling)
               Thatís right, you did.
     
                    (pause)
               Have you made any friends there?
     
                         WALTER
               Iím not running for Mr. Popularity.
     
                         ROSEN
                    (pause)
               You seem a little hostile today.
     
                         WALTER
               That was a joke.
     
     Rosen jots something on his notepad. Walter reaches over and
     taps on the notebook.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Itís called sarcasm, Dr. Rosen.
     
                         ROSEN
               No need to call me doctor. Iím a
               therapist, not a psychiatrist.
     
                         WALTER
               Itís all the same.
     
     Rosen looks at Walter for a long moment. Walter avoids his
     gaze.
     
                         ROSEN
               Walter, Iíd like you to try
               something for me.
     
                         WALTER
               What?
     
                         ROSEN
               Iíd like you to keep a journal.
     
                         WALTER
               A diary?
     
                         ROSEN
               Thatís right.
     
                         WALTER
               No way.
     
                         ROSEN
               Why not?
     
                         WALTER
               Diaries have sent too many guys to
               prison.
     
                         ROSEN
               I donít understand.
     
                         WALTER
               Ev-i-dence.
     
                         ROSEN
               Oh. It never crossed my mind.
     
                         WALTER
               Of course.
     
                         ROSEN
               It was just an idea.
     
                         WALTER
               Bad idea.
     
                         ROSEN
               I thought a journal would encourage
               you to reflect.
     
                         WALTER
               Reflect.
     
                         ROSEN
               Thatís right.
     
                         WALTER
               You think reflection is good.
     
                         ROSEN
               Itís very good, indeed.
     
                         WALTER
               Howís that?
     
                         ROSEN
               By reflection we can derive a
               deeper meaning from our experience
               in life. We gain greater
               understanding about ourselves that
               can lead to making better choices
               in our relationships, our careers,
               and our goals.
     
     Walter looks at him flatly.
     
                         WALTER
               You read that in a book.
     
     Rosen blushes.
     
                         ROSEN
               Try it.
     
                         WALTER
               No fucking way.
     
                         ROSEN
               Then think about it.
     
     Walter is silent.
     
     EXT. PHARMACY, STRIP MALL - NIGHT
     
     The sidewalk is crowded with pedestrians. Walter heads
     towards the pharmacy entrance, but he is abruptly cut off by
     a group of kids zooming by on their scooters and skateboards.
     
     He pauses for them to pass, watches after them momentarily,
     then proceeds inside.
     
     INT. PHARMACY - NIGHT
     
     Walter hands a prescription to a MALE PHARMACIST. The
     pharmacist looks at the prescription. He glances at Walter
     then goes over to a FEMALE PHARMACIST working in the back
     area.
     
     She reads the prescription, glances at Walter over her
     bifocals, then back at the prescription. Walter has not
     missed any of this.
     
                         WALTER
               There a problem?
     
                         MALE PHARMACIST
               A problem?
     
     A middle-aged shopper talking on her cell phone nearby looks
     over and pauses in her conversation.
     
                         WALTER
               Can you read the prescription?
     
                         MALE PHARMACIST
               Yes.
     
                         WALTER
               Can you fill the prescription?
     
     FEMALE PHARMACIST
     Yes.
     
                         WALTER
               Then I suggest one of you move your
               ass, because if I donít get my
               medication I get extremely violent.
     
     The male pharmacist scrambles to fill the prescription.
     
     The shopper gasps. Walter looks at her and smiles. The
     shopper stuffs her items in her cart and quickly leaves.
     
     Walter stifles his grin.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - NIGHT
     
     Walter opens the door to his apartment, carrying a grocery
     bag. As he flips on the lights, a metal object is thrown
     across the room. He catches it with one hand. Itís a can of
     beer. A man laughs.
     
                         CARLOS (O.S.)
               You still think fast.
     
     Carlos sits at the table with a six-pack. Walter sets the bag
     on the table and pops open the can.
     
                         WALTER
               Donít need to think fast to handle
               beer.
     
                         CARLOS
               Took some talking to convince your
               super I was a relative.
     
                         WALTER
               I told her all my relatives are
               good-looking.
     
     Carlos laughs.
     
                         CARLOS
               Jesus Christ, man, itís good to see
               you!
     
     Carlos stands and they awkwardly embrace.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
               You look good, damn good,
               considering youíre an old man now!
     
                         WALTER
               Seems like the whole worldís gotten
               younger.
     
     There is silence. Carlos sits back down at the table and
     opens another beer.
     
     Walter starts unpacking the groceries.
     
                         CARLOS
               You doing okay?
     
                         WALTER
               Got a job at old Frankís place. His
               son runs it now.
     
                         CARLOS
               Oh man, that kid takes himself real
               serious.
     
                         WALTER
               Yeah, you still with Northland?
     
                         CARLOS
                    (grins)
               Foreman now.
     
                         WALTER
               No shit.
     
                         CARLOS
               Five years.
     
                         WALTER
               Beautiful. Howís business?
     
                         CARLOS
               Booming. Lots of building going on.
               We canít keep up with all the work.
               In fact, I just hired a few new
               guys...
     
     Glancing at Walter, he realizes his blunder.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
               Just until we catch up.
     
     There is a brief silence as both men drink. Carlos looks at
     Walter.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
               Iíll never forget you got me
               started there.
     
                         WALTER
               I just recommended you. You still
               had to prove yourself.
     
     Carlos gets up and walks over to the window. He gazes
     outside.
     
                         CARLOS
               Hey, is that a school?
     
                         WALTER
               K through sixth.
     
     Carlos glances at Walter, then back outside.
     
                         CARLOS
               Living across the street from a
               grade school. Jesus.
     
                         WALTER
               Something wrong with that?
     
                         CARLOS
               I was just thinking of... the
               noise.
     
                         WALTER
               I like the noise.
     
     Walter walks over to the window.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               One hundred and twenty feet.
     
                         CARLOS
               What?
     
                         WALTER
               Law says I canít come within one
               hundred feet of where children
               congregate. I figure the distance
               from my window to the school is one
               hundred and twenty. Make a bet?
     
                         CARLOS
               No way, man, youíd rob me blind!
               The two men laugh, but the laughter quickly fades.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
               But maybe itís not so healthy being
               so close, you know, to a school.
     
                         WALTER
                    (heated)
               You find me a decent place for
               under three hundred a month in this
               town, and Iíll happily move out of
               this crap neighborhood.
     
     Carlos shrugs and tosses down the rest of his beer.
     
                         CARLOS
               I should go. Your sister worries,
               and when she worries she yells.
     
                         WALTER
               How is she?
     
                         CARLOS
               Annette? Sheís good... tense.
     
                         WALTER
               When can I see her?
     
                         CARLOS
               Iím working on it.
     
                         WALTER
               Is it because of Anna?
     
                         CARLOS
               I donít know. She wonít talk about
               it.
     
                         WALTER
                    (pause)
               Youíre the only one in the family
               who still talks to me.
     
                         CARLOS
               I remember when they all referred
               to me as "the little spic poor
               Annette married." Except her
               brother. You treated me with
               respect.
                    (pause)
               Look, you paid your dues. Your
               slate is clean now.
     
                         WALTER
               How old is Anna?
     
                         CARLOS
               Sheíll be twelve next week. Weíre
               throwing a big party on Saturday.
               Wish I could ask you to come...
     
                         WALTER
               Only if itís no closer than a
               hundred feet.
     
     Carlos looks away.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Sorry, bad joke.
     
     They stiffly embrace. Then Carlos exits leaving Walter alone.
     
     EXT. SCHOOLYARD - DAWN
     
     CLOSE on a manís feet slowly walking heel to toe. The ground
     is covered in frost. TILT UP to reveal Walter counting his
     footsteps as he walks towards the school across from his
     apartment building. The schoolyard is empty.
     
                         WALTER
               One hundred and ten, one hundred
               and eleven, one hundred and
               twelve...
     
     A birdís cry pierces the sky. Walter looks up to see a hawk
     circling above. He watches for a moment then continues
     walking.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               One hundred and thirteen, one
               hundred and fourteen, one hundred
               and fifteen...
     
     He reaches the school entrance and touches it.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               One hundred and twenty.
     
     Walter looks at the hawk still circling above and hollers --
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               How about that!?
     
     Slowly the SOUND of children fades in and a red ball bounces
     to Walterís feet. He looks in the direction the ball came
     from.
     
     Nothing is there.
     
     Walter looks back down at his feet. The ball is gone. The
     sound of children fades back away and is replaced by a
     rhythmic squeak. Walter looks towards the playground where an
     empty swing sways back and forth in the wind, the chain
     squeaking in its hinges.
     
     The hawkís cry pierces the silence. Walter looks up to see
     the hawk being chased by two smaller birds.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
     
     There is a tremendous crash as logs are dropped near the wood
     chipper. Forklifts move and stack wood.
     
     Walter stands at the end of a wood chipper, pushing a long
     piece of wood through. Suddenly above the din of machinery
     there is the sound of raised voices.
     
     Walter looks across the way to see Vicki yelling furiously
     and smacking a GUY around the head with her work gloves. The
     man cowers, protecting his head from the blows. Some other
     men nearby are doubled over in laughter.
     
                         VICKI
               GOD DAMN IT! PEDRO! WHAT THE FUCK
               DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING! HOW
               WOULD YOU FEEL IF SOME FUCKER DID
               THAT TO YOUR SISTER?! YOU WOULDNíT
               THINK IT SO FUNNY THEN, WOULD YOU?!
     
     She backs off out of breath. Pedro straightens up, having a
     very hard time keeping a straight face.
     
     The other guys start to applaud.
     
     Vicki looks around and storms off, kicking a piece of wood
     into one of the men, hard. She brushes past Walter on her way
     to the exit. He watches after her.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE CAFETERIA - DAY
     
     Vicki sits alone at a table eating a sandwich. She takes
     large bites and eats fast.
     
     Walter approaches carrying a tray of food. He pauses across
     from where Vicki sits.
     
     Vicki ignores him.
     
                         WALTER
               You okay?
     
     Vicki looks up.
     
                         VICKI
               What?
     
                         WALTER
               Are you okay?
     
                         VICKI
                    (pause)
               Yeah, Iím fucking fantastic.
     
     Walter nods and keeps on walking. Vicki returns to her food.
     
     After a moment, she steals a glance up at Walter.
     
     Across the way, Mary-Kay watches Walter as he sits down to
     the table neighboring Vickiís.
     
     Bob sits down across from Mary-Kay with a tray of food and a
     newspaper. He opens the paper and starts to read.
     
                         MARY-KAY
               So, whatíd he do?
     
                         BOB
               What did who do?
     
                         MARY-KAY
               You know, the new guy.
     
     Bob looks across the room at Walter.
     
                         BOB
               Mind your own business, Mary-Kay.
     
                         MARY-KAY
               Come on, just tell me what he did.
     
     Bob ignores her and reads the paper.
     
                         MARY-KAY (contíd)
               Drugs, armed robbery, manslaughter,
               tax evasion -
     
     Bob picks up his tray and moves away.
     
     Mary-Kay smiles to herself.
     
     INT. BUS - DUSK
     
     Walter sits on the bus. He is squeezed into the window seat,
     the bus crowded with commuters and teenagers on their way
     home from school. He focuses out the window.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - NIGHT
     
     Walter sits alone on his couch, watching a baseball game,
     drinking a beer.
     
                         SPORTSCASTER (V.O.)
               The winning run on base, and a full
               count on Williams, whoís been in a
               terrible slump. Hereís the pitch.
               Williams swings and misses! The
               Rangers win, ball game over.
     
     Walter switches off the TV.
     
     EXT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - DAY
     
     Walter crosses the street outside of his apartment and heads
     towards the bus stop.
     
     A white Volvo is parked along the road. A MAN sits inside the
     car looking out towards the school. The engine is off. Heís
     in his twenties, good build, nice clothes.
     
     Walter looks at the man as he passes by.
     
     The man doesnít notice him, his attention fixed down the
     street.
     
     Walter looks in the direction of his gaze.
     
     The schoolyard is quiet except for a couple of students
     running in.
     
     Walter looks back at the man. The man doesnít notice him.
     
     Walter hurries to his bus stop.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
     
     Walter works feeding wood through the chipper.
     
     Vicki drives a forklift past Walter and watches him as she
     passes. He remains intent upon his work.
     
     EXT. WAREHOUSE - DUSK
     
     Walter walks across the parking lot, heading towards the bus
     stop. Before he reaches the road Vickiís rusty old Jeep pulls
     up alongside him and stops, honking to grab his attention.
     
     Vicki rolls down the passenger side window.
     
                         VICKI
               Want a ride?
     
                         WALTER
               Iím all right.
     
                         VICKI
               Itís fucking freezing out here.
     
     Walter hesitates and looks down the road. There is no bus in
     sight.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Come on, I wonít bite.
     
     He gets in.
     
     As they pull away, a beat up grey Chevy pulls into the
     parking lot. Sergeant Lucas gets out of the car, and pauses
     watching after Vicki and Walter. He then turns and heads into
     the office.
     
     INT. CAR - NIGHT
     
     Walter and Vicki drive silently. Vicki glances at Walter.
     
                         VICKI
               Thereís something wrong with this
               picture.
     
                         WALTER
               What picture?
     
                         VICKI
               Iím talking about you.
     
                         WALTER
               Me?
     
                         VICKI
               Yeah, you.
     
     Walter looks out the window.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Hereís this nice, hard working guy
               who suddenly appears out of the
               blue and rides the bus to and from
               work. I mean, who rides the bus
               anymore?
     
                         WALTER
               People without cars.
     
     She gives him a look.
     
                         VICKI
               Very weird.
     
                         WALTER
               No weirder than a sharp, young,
               good-looking woman working in a
               lumberyard.
     
                         VICKI
               Whatís weird about that?
     
                         WALTER
               Most women wouldnít choose it.
     
                         VICKI
               Guess Iím not like most women.
     
     Vicki takes out a cigarette and presses the cigarette lighter
     in, revealing a tattoo on her wrist of a pair of breasts with
     angel wings.
     
     Walter notices the tattoo. Vicki notices Walter notice. She
     smiles at him.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Youíre quiet at work.
     
                         WALTER
               Iím just quiet.
     
                         VICKI
               You donít hang out with the other
               guys.
     
                         WALTER
               Neither do you.
     
                         VICKI
               Theyíre all assholes.
     
     Walter shrugs.
     
                         VICKI (cont'd)
               You never spoke to me before.
     
                         WALTER
               I thought you were a dyke.
     
     Vicki laughs and stops at a red light.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
                    (smiling)
               Are you?
     
                         VICKI
               What do you think?
     
     She shoots him a look.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - NIGHT
     
     Vicki paces around the apartment.
     
     Walter takes two beers from the fridge then turns and stands
     holding them, watching her.
     
                         VICKI
               Southern light.
     
                         WALTER
               What?
     
                         VICKI
               Your windows face south. Northern
               light is the purest. But southern
               light is very good.
     
                         WALTER
               Iíll buy a plant.
     
                         VICKI
               You should buy several. Iíve got
               shitty light in my place, but my
               plants donít seem to mind. Lightís
               important, but itís not everything.
     
     She looks at Walter.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               You plan to drink both those beers?
     
                         WALTER
               Sorry.
     
     Walter hands her a beer.
     
                         VICKI
               Thanks.
     
     She takes a swig then gazes back out the window.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Is that a school?
     
                         WALTER
               K through sixth.
     
                         VICKI
               Doesnít it get noisy?
     
                         WALTER
               I like the noise.
     
                         VICKI
               My place faces a truck street. Iíve
               got cracks in every window from the
               shaking.
     
                         WALTER
               You must hate it.
     
                         VICKI
               I go backpacking a lot. Lose myself
               in the wilderness for a week or
               two.
     
     Vicki wanders through the stark living room space, looking at
     what little there is to look at.
     
                         WALTER
               What about bears?
     
                         VICKI
               What about them?
     
                         WALTER
               They could eat you.
     
                         VICKI
                    (laughing)
               Yeah, they could.
     
     She looks closely at the bus map taped to the wall, the only
     decoration in the place. She looks at Walter.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               I thought you were just shy, but
               now I think itís something else.
     
                         WALTER
               What?
     
                         VICKI
               Youíre damaged.
     
     Walter drinks his beer and sits down on the couch.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Something happened to you.
     
                         WALTER
               Yeah?
     
     Vicki sits next to him.
     
                         VICKI
               Iím not easily shocked.
     
                         WALTER
               I get that impression.
     
                         VICKI
               So... whatís your dark secret?
     
                         WALTER
               Why do you want to know?
     
                         VICKI
               Donít you think I should know
               before we have sex?
     
     Walter looks at her in surprise.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               I donít like to waste time.
     
     Vicki leans in and kisses him.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               So?
     
                         WALTER
               What?
     
                         VICKI
               Are you going to tell me your deep
               dark secret before we have sex?
     
     She kisses him again.
     
                         WALTER
               No.
     
     Vicki looks at him.
     
                         VICKI
               Okay.
     
     She kisses him. Hesitantly, he kisses her back.
     
     SERIES OF SHOTS - JUMPING FORWARD AND BACK IN TIME
     
     A) BATHROOM: Walterís hands shake as he splashes water on his
     face. His shirt is off, and he wears just his jeans. He looks
     up at himself in the mirror.
     
     B) BEDROOM: Walter lies back on his bed. Vicki runs her hand
     up his chest, pulling his shirt over his head. Walter looks
     at Vicki, already topless. He tentatively touches her breast.
     
     C) BEDROOM: Walter kisses Vicki, then more and more rapidly,
     all over, passionately. They roll so she is underneath him.
     
     D) LIVINGROOM: Vicki walks backwards towards the bedroom door,
     pulling Walterís hand to follow.
     
     E) BEDROOM: Walter lies next to Vicki, staring up at the
     ceiling, spent, still breathing hard.
     
     F) BEDROOM: Walter gropes Vickiís body and urgently pulls her
     underwear off.
     
     G) BEDROOM: Walter and Vicki are completely engrossed in each
     other, making love.
     
     H) BATHROOM: Walter breaks his gaze from the mirror and turns
     the faucet off.
     
     INT. WALTERíS BEDROOM - NIGHT
     
     Vicki lies in bed, relaxed, smoking a cigarette. The sheets
     are pulled to her waist.
     
     Walter enters and sits on the side of the bed. He smiles
     shyly at her.
     
                         WALTER
               So, youíre not a dyke.
     
                         VICKI
               Not tonight.
     
     Walter looks at her. Vicki laughs and nudges him in the butt
     with her foot.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Hey, that was... intense.
     
                         WALTER
               Youíre still here.
     
                         VICKI
               I didnít say I didnít enjoy it.
     
                         WALTER
               Of course. Sorry. Iím such a
               fucking asshole.
     
                         VICKI
               No youíre not.
     
                         WALTER
               Donít tell me Iím not a fucking
               asshole when I know Iím a fucking
               asshole!
     
     Walter gets up and walks over to the window.
     
                         VICKI
               Whatís the problem?
     
                         WALTER
               You think I have a problem?
     
                         VICKI
               Do you?
     
                         WALTER
                    (pause)
               Itís been a while since...
     
                         VICKI
               Since youíve had sex?
     
     Walter looks out the window, silent.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Tell me about it.
     
                         WALTER
               Maybe later.
     
                         VICKI
               How about in the morning.
     
                         WALTER
               The morning?
     
                         VICKI
               I thought Iíd stay the night.
     
                         WALTER
               What for?
     
                         VICKI
               Well, Walter, this is going to
               sound off-the-wall, but I like to
               sleep with a man after we fuck.
     
     Walter is silent.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Did I say something wrong?
     
                         WALTER
               I suffer from insomnia.
     
                         VICKI
               Is that all?
     
                         WALTER
               When I do sleep, I sweat a lot.
               Usually I get nightmares and wake
               up screaming.
     
                         VICKI
                    (smiling)
               I sleep like a dead horse. Anything
               else?
     
     Walter has run out of excuses. Vicki drops her cigarette in
     an empty beer bottle and slides deeper under the covers.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - MORNING
     
     Walter stands by the window watching Vicki walk towards her
     Jeep. Something brushes his leg. He looks down to see the red
     ball resting by his foot. He turns to see...
     
     A glimpse of a young girl as she flashes by the door. She is
     twelve years old and wears a white nightgown.
     
     There is the sound of a car HONK, and Walter looks out the
     window to see Vicki pull away.
     
     He looks back toward the girl. There is nothing there.
     
     INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM - MORNING
     
     Walter rummages through a drawer. From underneath a pile of
     clothes he pulls out a well-worn notebook. Walter leafs
     through the pages. They are filled with writing but towards
     the back the pages are blank.
     
     INT. APARTMENT - DAY
     
     Walter sits next to the window watching birds play at the
     bird feeder. The notebook sits next to him on the windowsill.
     
     There is the SOUND of children playing outside. Walter opens
     the notebook, closes it, then opens it again. He looks up and
     sees his reflection in the window. He starts to write.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.)
               I watch the kids arrive at school.
     
     INT. ROSENíS OFFICE - DAY
     
     Walter sits in the chair across from Rosen, looking at his
     hands.
     
                         ROSEN
               Howís the journal?
     
                         WALTER
               Iím still thinking about it.
     
                         ROSEN
               I wish youíd give it a try.
     
     Walter is silent.
     
                         ROSEN (contíd)
               You donít like coming here, do you?
     
                         WALTER
               Itís okay.
     
                         ROSEN
               But you donít like coming here. Be
               honest, Walter.
     
                         WALTER
               Honest? No.
     
                         ROSEN
               Good. Thatís an honest answer. And
               why donít you like coming here?
     
                         WALTER
               Honest? Your cheery personality
               makes my skin itch.
     
                         ROSEN
                    (stung)
               Is it just my cheery personality
               that makes your skin itch?
     
                         WALTER
               Forget it.
     
                         ROSEN
               Maybe itís the way I look. Or the
               sound of my name.
     
                         WALTER
               Rosen? I donít have a problem with
               that.
     
                         ROSEN
               Because if you did, I know a
               therapist named Ryan. I also know a
               therapist named Chung.
     
                         WALTER
               I donít need someone else.
     
     Rosen settles back.
     
                         ROSEN
               Fine.
     
     Pause. Walter looks at Rosen.
     
     INT./EXT. APARTMENT - DAY
     
     Continued from previous journal scene. Walter sits at his
     windowsill writing in his journal. There is the sound of
     children arriving to school outside. He looks up.
     
                         WALTER
               But for the last few weeks Iíve
               noticed someone else watching them.
     
     Walterís POV: The man with the white Volvo stands leaning
     against his car watching a bus load of children arrive. He
     pops M&Ms in his mouth.
     
                         WALTER (CONTíD)
               I call him Candy.
     
     The boys run and tackle each other. A group walks by Candy.
     
                         WALTER (V.0.)(contíd)
               He talks to the boys, fifth and
               sixth graders. He goes for the
               pretty ones, faces like angels.
     
     Walter finishes writing then looks outside.
     
     INT. BUS - MORNING
     
     Walter stands on a crowded bus, staring out the window at the
     landscape rushing by. The bus pulls to a stop. Passengers get
     off, then a group of girls come crashing onto the bus. They
     overflow with energy and giggles.
     
     Walter squeezes back so they can get by, but the bus lurches
     into motion throwing one of the girls into Walter. He helps
     her regain her balance, and the girl smiles at him.
     
                         GIRL
               Sorry!
     
     She and her friends burst into laughter and move on past.
     
     Walter watches her move down the aisle then quickly turns
     away, scanning the faces surrounding him. No one looks at
     him.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
     
     Walter sweats heavily as he works. Vicki walks by and glances
     at Walter as she passes. He doesnít notice her.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE CAFETERIA - DAY
     
     Walter sits at a table eating. Vicki sits down across from
     him. They eat silently. Walter doesnít look up. Vicki blows a
     straw wrapper, hitting Walter in the face.
     
     After a moment, without glancing up, Walter retaliates. Vicki
     smothers a laugh. Walter cracks a smile.
     
     Mary-Kay sits across the room watching the flirtation between
     Vicki and Walter.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE BATHROOM - DAY
     
     Vicki exits a stall and goes to the sink to wash her hands.
     
     Sheís smiling a little smile to herself.
     
     Mary-Kay enters and starts primping in the mirror, fixing her
     hair, putting on lipstick. She watches Vicki in the
     reflection of the mirror.
     
                         MARY-KAY
               Iíd keep away from him.
     
                         VICKI
               What?
     
                         MARY-KAY
               The new man. Iíd keep away from
               him, if I were you.
     
                         VICKI
               Whyís that?
     
                         MARY-KAY
               You donít want to know, but heís
               damaged goods -- real damaged
               goods, if you know what I mean.
     
                         VICKI
                    (cold)
               Yeah, Mary-Kay, I think I do.
               Thanks a bunch for the advice.
     
     Mary-Kay smiles, missing Vickiís ironic tone.
     
                         MARY-KAY
               Just trying to be helpful.
     
                         VICKI
               Well, Mary, youíre about as helpful
               as a broken sewer pipe. You do know
               what runs out of a sewer pipe,
               donít you?
     
     Mary-Kayís smile withers into a sneer.
     
                         MARY-KAY
               Suit yourself.
     
     She drops the lipstick into her bag and exits.
     
     Vicki turns and finishes washing her hands, glancing at
     herself in the mirror.
     
     EXT. WAREHOUSE - LATER
     
     Walter exits the building amidst a group of men. He walks
     towards the bus stop. Vicki hollers to him from her Jeep.
     
                         VICKI
               Hey.
     
     Vicki waves him over.
     
     INT. DINER - NIGHT
     
     Vicki sits across from Walter in a booth. She takes a large
     bite from a burger and washes it down with a milk shake.
     
     Walter folds his napkin over his hand to make a little rabbit
     hand puppet. The rabbit nods at Vicki.
     
     She busts out laughing.
     
     INT. BAR - NIGHT
     
     Walter and Vicki play pool. She knocks two balls into a
     corner pocket. She is kicking his ass and visibly enjoying
     it.
     
     Walter hands her a quarter. Vicki kisses him on the cheek and
     goes to line up the next shot.
     
     INT. WALTERíS BATHROOM - NIGHT
     
     Walter and Vicki shower together. Walter rinses the suds from
     Vickiís hair.
     
     INT. WALTERíS BEDROOM - NIGHT
     
     Vicki and Walter have just finished making love, Vicki on
     top. She lies down on his chest. He strokes her hair, then
     leans his head close and takes a deep breath.
     
     INT. WALTERíS BEDROOM - MORNING
     
     Vicki is woken up by Walter who makes the moaning sounds of
     someone having a nightmare. She turns on her side and watches
     him.
     
     Walter wakes up with a start, then sees Vicki and cuddles
     close. She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses his
     forehead.
     
                         VICKI
               Hey, there.
     
                         WALTER
                    (sleepy)
               Hi.
     
     He closes his eyes again. Vicki looks at him closely.
     
                         VICKI
               What happened to you?
     
     Walter opens his eyes. Vicki continues to stroke his hair.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Walter, what did you do?
     
     Walter pulls away.
     
                         WALTER
               Why do you want to know?
     
                         VICKI
               Because I like you.
     
     Walter is silent.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               I wonít run away.
     
     Thereís a long pause. He rests back down against the pillows.
     
                         WALTER
               Whatís the worst thing you ever
               did?
     
                         VICKI
               The worst?
     
                         WALTER
               Yeah.
     
     Vicki looks at him.
     
                         VICKI
               Fucked my best friendís husband.
     
     Walter listens with no reaction.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               I mean my best friend since the
               second grade. Her husband was hot
               for me and, god, he was cute. She
               was an international flight
               attendant, so we would get it on
               for days, while she was off in some
               country we couldnít pronounce. Then
               he told her, the shit. It broke up
               our friendship, broke up their
               marriage. Later she had a nervous
               breakdown, quit her job, then moved
               in with her sister who she
               despised.
     
     Vicki lights a cigarette and takes a long drag.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               I still feel like the lowest piece
               of shit, when I think about it.
     
     She looks at Walter. He says nothing, his expression blank.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               So, what did you do?
     
                         WALTER
               I molested little girls.
     
                         VICKI
               Molested little girls?
     
                         WALTER
               Yeah.
     
     Vicki laughs.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               You donít believe me?
     
     She shakes her head no but the laughter begins to die.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               I wish the judge had your sense of
               humor.
     
     Vicki is quiet.
     
                         VICKI
               Youíre not joking.
     
                         WALTER
               Twelve years in prison is no joke.
     
     Walter gets out of bed and pulls on his pants. Vicki doesnít
     move, the cigarette burns in her hand.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
                    (signaling to the door)
               Look, you can go now.
     
                         VICKI
               How many girls did you molest?
     
     Walter walks over to the window.
     
                         WALTER
               Obviously one too many.
     
                    (bitter laugh)
               Vicki looks away.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Sorry.
     
                         VICKI
               What did you do to them?
     
                         WALTER
                    (looking back out the window)
               Itís not what you think.
     
                         VICKI
               How young?
     
                         WALTER
               Between ten and twelve. Once a nineyear-
               old told me she was eleven.
               Once a fourteen-year-old told me
               she was twelve. I always asked how
               old they were.
     
     Vicki is visibly shaken. She puts the cigarette out.
     
                         VICKI
               So it was mostly fondling? Shit
               like that?
     
     Walter looks at her.
     
                         WALTER
               I never hurt them. Never.
     
                         VICKI
               Twelve years in prison?
     
                         WALTER
               The judge had a thing about sex
               offenders. Later I heard his
               daughter had been raped. If I
               hadnít had a good lawyer, it would
               have been twenty-five to thirty.
     
     Vicki is silent.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Why donít you just go now, okay?
     
                         VICKI
               I told you Iím not easily shocked.
     
                         WALTER
               You should be shocked. Or do you
               get off on this shit?
     
                         VICKI
               What?
     
                         WALTER
               Get your kicks somewhere else.
     
                         VICKI
               Hey, Iím not --
     
                         WALTER
               Depraved? My mistake.
     
                         VICKI
               Walter.
     
     Advancing towards her.
     
                         WALTER
               Get the fuck out of here!
     
     Vicki doesnít move. After a long moment, Walter sits down
     next to her.
     
                         VICKI
               You donít molest little girls
               anymore, do you?
     
                         WALTER
               No. Never again.
     
     Vicki looks away, struggling to digest the news.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
                    (quiet)
               You should go now.
     
     Vicki gets up and pulls on her clothes. She looks at Walter
     who sits motionless on the bed. She leaves.
     
     INT. VICKIíS CAR - DAY
     
     Vicki drives fast. Window down. Cigarette gripped between her
     fingers. Tears stream down her face. She comes to a stop
     light and sits completely still, staring ahead without
     blinking. Suddenly cars HONK. She snaps out of her stupor and
     keeps on driving.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - NIGHT
     
     Walter sits on the couch writing in his journal. The TV is
     on, a baseball game in progress, sound on low. Abruptly,
     Walter throws the journal across the room. Then he lies back
     and stares at the ceiling.
     
     Suddenly, there is a loud THUMP outside of the apartment.
     
     Walter picks up his journal and puts it in a drawer, then
     walks quietly to the door and opens it a crack.
     
     EXT. WALTERíS APARTMENT LANDING - NIGHT
     
     A man struggles to bring a large object up the stairs.
     
     Walter opens the door. Carlos turns in surprise.
     
                         WALTER
               What are you doing?
     
                         CARLOS
               This little table is one heavy
               bitch.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - NIGHT
     
     Carlos enters the apartment and sets a table down in the
     middle of the room. Walter looks at it.
     
                         WALTER
               Cherry.
     
                         CARLOS
               Huh?
     
                         WALTER
               Itís made from cherry. Thatís a
               hard wood.
     
                         CARLOS
               Itís a nice table.
     
     Walter runs his hand along the surface.
     
                         WALTER
               Notice the grain. See how deep and
               rich the red runs?
     
                         CARLOS
               Yeah. Itís really nice.
     
     Carlos sits in a chair.
     
                         WALTER
               Itís my own design. You wonít find
               another table like it in the world.
     
                         CARLOS
               It was a beautiful present.
     
                         WALTER
               Then why the fuck are you giving it
               back to me?!
     
                         CARLOS
                    (gesturing to the empty space)
               You need a table.
     
                         WALTER
               She was going to throw it out,
               wasnít she? Just toss it like a
               scrap of wood.
     
                         CARLOS
               It wasnít like that.
     
                         WALTER
               Then what? What?!
     
                         CARLOS
               Sheís got all this new furniture
               now. She said it didnít fit
               anymore, so I kept it in the attic.
     
     I thought you might like it.
     
                         WALTER
               I made that table for you and
               Annette, for your wedding. I put a
               lot of love into it.
     
                         CARLOS
               I know, man. I love this table too.
                    (Looks at Walter)
               But I also love my wife.
     
     Carlos notices the TV.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
               Whatís happening?
     
                         WALTER
               Mariners are pounding the shit out
               of the Tigers.
     
     Walter stares at Carlos for a moment, then turns and goes to
     the fridge and pulls out two beers. He hands Carlos a beer
     and sits down on the couch. Carlos sits down next to him.
     
                         CARLOS
               Fucking Mariners.
     
                         WALTER
               Fucking Tigers. They got no
               pitching except for a bunch of
               green kids straight out of Double A
               or Southern Cal.
                    (pause)
               How was the party?
     
                         CARLOS
               What party?
     
                         WALTER
               The birthday party.
     
                         CARLOS
               Oh, Annaís. It was great, man. Anna
               was so pretty.
                    (getting excited)
               She looked like a princess, like
               one of those girls in a fairy tale,
               you know, like Snow White.
     
     Walter looks at Carlos.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
               Iíve got some pictures.
                    (reaching for his back pocket)
               Want to see?
     
                         WALTER
               No thanks.
     
                         CARLOS
               Ah, come on.
     
                         WALTER
                    (snapping)
               I donít want to see any goddamn
               pictures.
     
     Carlos backs off.
     
                         CARLOS
               Theyíre just photos I took of the
               party.
     
     Walter is silent and avoids Carlosís gaze. Carlos gives
     Walter a look, then heads to the door.
     
                         WALTER
               Carlos.
                    (Carlos turns)
               I want to see my sister and Anna in
               person. Okay?
     
     Carlos nods.
     
                         CARLOS
               Yeah, man, I understand.
     
     He exits.
     
     Walter walks over to the table and slowly runs his hand along
     the surface.
     
     INT. ROSENíS OFFICE - DAY
     
     Walter sits across from Rosen.
     
                         ROSEN
               How do you feel about that?
     
                         WALTER
               I donít feel anything.
     
                         ROSEN
               You have no feelings for your
               niece?
     
                         WALTER
               She was born after they put me
               away. How can I have feelings?
     
                         ROSEN
               Then why are you talking about
               this?
     
                         WALTER
               Have to talk about something.
     
                         ROSEN
               What are you afraid will happen?
     
                         WALTER
               Iím not afraid. Iím just saying
               that Carlos has a thing for his
               daughter, and if he isnít careful
               heís going to suffer.
     
                         ROSEN
               Have you talked to Carlos about
               your concerns?
     
                         WALTER
               Iím not that crazy.
     
                         ROSEN
               Do you think youíre crazy?
     
                         WALTER
               If Iím not, then what the hell am I
               doing here?
     
                         ROSEN
               Why do you think youíre here?
     
                         WALTER
               You know why. Itís part of the
               parole deal.
     
                         ROSEN
               Is that what you are angry about?
     
                         WALTER
               Talking to you is like riding on a
               merry-go-round.
     
                         ROSEN
               That is a marvelous image, Walter.
               Because by going in circles we find
               the things we missed the first time
               around.
     
     Walter looks at Rosen.
     
                         WALTER
               How long is this going to take?
     
                         ROSEN
                    (checking the clock)
               We have a few more minutes.
     
                         WALTER
               I mean, when will I be normal.
     
                         ROSEN
                    (pause)
               We have a lot of work to do.
     
                         WALTER
                    (speaking slowly)
               Will I ever be normal?
     
                         ROSEN
               I couldnít say.
     
                         WALTER
               You couldnít say.
     
                         ROSEN
               Iím afraid not.
     
                         WALTER
               Do you know what "normal" is?
     
                         ROSEN
               I suppose itís however society
               defines it.
     
                         WALTER
               How do you define it?
     
                         ROSEN
               I donít.
     
                         WALTER
               Then how do you know if your
               patients are getting better?
     
                         ROSEN
               They usually tell me.
     
                         WALTER
               How do they know?
     
                         ROSEN
               What is your idea of being normal?
     
                         WALTER
                    (mimicking Rosen)
               What is your idea of being a Jew?
     
                         ROSEN
                    (controlled)
               Whatever my ideas are of being a
               Jew is not going to help you.
                    (looks at the clock)
               Why donít we continue this on
               Thursday.
     
                         WALTER
                    (exploding)
               I want to be normal!
     
                         ROSEN
               Then go see a therapist who will
               tell you youíre normal!
     
                         WALTER
               Fuck you, Rosen!
     
                         ROSEN
               I know --
     
                         WALTER
               You donít know!
     
                         ROSEN
               I know youíre frustrated, Walter,
               but --
     
     Walter gets up and slams out the door.
     
     Rosen looks at the empty chair.
     
                         ROSEN (contíd)
               -- you really are making progress.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - MORNING
     
     Walter sits at his window with his journal, watching outside.
     
     Walterís POV: Candy leans against his car, patiently waiting.
     
     Something grabs Candyís attention, and Walter follows his
     gaze.
     
     Kids pour off a school bus. Candy waves to one ANGEL-FACED
     BOY of ten or eleven.
     
                         WALTER (V.O)
               So what should I do? Call the cops?
                    (he laughs)
               Yeah, thatís pretty funny.
     
     The boy and a buddy run over to Candy.
     
                         WALTER (V.0.) (contíd)
               But what if Candy seduces one to go
               for a ride?
     
     Candy smiles and offers Angel-face a candy bar, which the boy
     accepts.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.)(contíd)
               Yeah, thatís right. If the boy goes
               for a ride itís because he wants to
               go for a ride.
     
     The BELL rings. The other boy grabs Angel-face, and they run
     off to school.
     
     Walter rests his chin on his hands, watching.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE LOCKER ROOM - DAY
     
     Vicki closes her locker to see Walter standing at the end of
     the room in front of his locker. She looks away.
     
     Walter looks at her, closes his locker loudly, and walks
     brusquely past.
     
     EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
     
     Vicki stands near a pile of wood chips, taking a cigarette
     break.
     
     Walter approaches, pushing a cart full of wood chips. Vicki
     looks at him as if to say something, but Walter continues
     past, dumps the chips, and returns back inside.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE CAFETERIA - DAY
     
     Walter sits at a table across the room from Vicki.
     
     Mary-Kay enters and sits down with Walter
     
                         MARY-KAY
               Hi, Walter. How are you doing?
     
                         WALTER
               Fine thanks.
     
                         MARY-KAY
               You know, itís really a beautiful
               day out there, and I was thinking -
     
     Walter wipes his mouth and gets up.
     
                         WALTER
               Excuse me. Got another load coming
               in.
     
     Walter exits. The smile fades from Mary-Kayís face.
     
     Vicki watches Walter leave.
     
     EXT. WAREHOUSE - DUSK
     
     Walter stands alone at the bus stop.
     
     Vicki gets in her Jeep and pauses before turning on the
     engine, watching Walter.
     
     He turns his back to the cold wind and her.
     
     Vicki turns on the car and pulls out of the lot, roaring by
     Walter without looking at him.
     
     INT. VICKIíS APT. - MORNING
     
     Vicki moves around her apartment, cigarette in one hand,
     spray bottle in the other, squirting her plants.
     
     She prunes dead leaves from one of them, then pauses looking
     at the leaves in her hands.
     
                         VICKI
               Donít die on me, you little shit.
     
     She aggressively squirts the little plant with water, then
     pauses, noticing her reflection in the window. She looks at
     herself long and hard.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APT. - MORNING
     
     There is a knock on the door. Walter walks through the room
     to the door, tucking in his shirt as he walks. He cracks the
     door.
     
     Vicki stands outside. Walter opens the door.
     
                         VICKI
               You want to go for a ride?
     
     Walter looks at her.
     
     INT. VICKIíS CAR - A LITTLE LATER
     
     Walter and Vicki drive without saying anything. Slowly the
     city-scape gives way to countryside. Walter looks over at
     Vicki. She stares ahead.
     
     EXT. RESERVOIR - DAY
     
     Walter and Vicki get out of the car which is parked on the
     edge of a reservoir surrounded by a thick pine forest. Vicki
     works her way down to the waterís edge. A Great Blue Heron
     skims across the waterís surface.
     
     Walter watches her for a moment then follows. He sits down
     near her.
     
     Vicki lights a cigarette and stares out over the water. After
     a long pause.
     
                         VICKI
               What was prison like?
     
                         WALTER
                    (pause)
               You donít really --
     
                         VICKI
               Yes! I want to know.
     
     Walter is quiet for a moment.
     
                         WALTER
               Prison is... time.
     
     Vicki looks at him.
     
                         VICKI
               You mean the time youíre locked
               away?
     
                         WALTER
               No. Prison is time. Thatís it. You
               think time, you feel time, you hear
               time. Your heart doesnít beat to
               live, it just beats... time.
     
                         VICKI
               Iím sorry, Walter.
     
                         WALTER
                    (shrugs)
               Donít be sorry for me. I did those
               things. No one else did. Iím
               dealing with that.
     
     Vicki looks out at the water.
     
                         VICKI
               My father took me fishing here when
               I was a kid. He could name every
               fish in the lake. And for every
               fish he named, he had a fishing
               story. I hated fishing, but I loved
               his stories.
     
                         WALTER
               Sounds like a special guy.
     
                         VICKI
               My father was an alcoholic who
               drank himself right into the grave.
     
     Walter looks at her.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               He said he couldnít help it. Said
               he hated himself for doing it. But,
               boy, did that man love to drink.
     
     There is a long pause.
     
                         WALTER
               Iíve changed.
     
                         VICKI
               Why young girls, Walter?
     
     Walter is silent.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Is it their innocence? Their
               beauty?...
     
                         WALTER
                    (pause)
               Their power. They seduce me.
     
                         VICKI
               They seduce you?
     
                         WALTER
               I was always the one seduced.
     
                         VICKI
               You really believe that?
     
                         WALTER
                    (long pause)
               No. Thatís what I used to tell
               myself.
     
                         VICKI
               And what do you tell yourself now?
     
                         WALTER
               Nothing. Itís over.
     
                         VICKI
               Bullshit.
     
     Walter looks at Vicki for a moment then stands up.
     
                         WALTER
               Okay. Then take me home.
     
     Vicki doesnít move.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               What do you want from me?
     
     Vicki stands.
     
                         VICKI
               I want you to change my mind!
     
     Walter is silent. Vicki shoves Walter hard.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Try, goddamnit!
     
     Walter stumbles back a few steps but regains himself. He
     stares at Vicki. His anger wells and he snaps.
     
                         WALTER
               I had this plan once... or maybe it
               was a dream. I was going to quit
               the building business... open my
               own shop. Make and design fine
               country furniture. I had saved
               enough money. I found the perfect
               place. Cheap five-year-lease. The
               loan was in the bag. My wife was a
               hundred percent behind it.
     
     Everything was set... Then I got in
     trouble.
                    (pause)
               Do you know what the worst kind of
               trouble is?
     
     Vicki watches Walter, silent.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Itís trouble you bring on
               yourself... and the people you love
               the most. I lost a wife and a
               daughter. It hurt to lose my wife.
     
     It killed me to lose my daughter.
     
     Walter stops, looks at Vicki.
     
     Vicki stares back at him. After a long pause, she approaches
     and tentatively pulls him into an embrace.
     
     INT. OFFICE SPACE
     
     Close up on computer screen displaying a web page for
     registered felons. The heading reads -"Sex Offenders: the
     more we know, the better!" "Stay informed!" Mock Police
     sirens and lights frame the heading.
     
     The listing of sex offenders scrolls down revealing photos,
     name, address, and crime details of man after man, in
     alphabetical order, page after page.
     
     The scrolling slows down, past "Mason," past all of the
     Mcís..., and stops on "Miles, Walter." Convicted 1988 for
     sexual abuse of minors, five counts, released... It is the
     notification page that we saw created in the opening montage.
     
     Walterís photo stares back at us.
     
     We slowly pull back to reveal Mary-Kay at the computer. She
     clucks her tongue and shakes her head.
     
     INT. WALTERíS BEDROOM - DAY
     
     Vicki and Walter lie in bed, spooning, fully clothed. Vickiís
     back to Walter, he holds her close.
     
                         WALTER
                    (gently)
               You know, this is crazy.
     
                         VICKI
               What?
     
                         WALTER
               Being here, with me.
     
                         VICKI
               I know.
     
                         WALTER
                    (pause)
               Most people say the odds are
               against me.
     
                         VICKI
               What odds?
     
                         WALTER
               The percentages --
     
     Vicki looks at him blankly.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               For men like me. They say most of
               us end up back... there. Iím saying
               there are risks... seeing me.
     
                         VICKI
               Well, most people are stupid.
                    (pause)
               You want to talk about odds? One
               day Iíll tell you how I survived as
               the youngest in a family of three
               sons. You wanna talk about odds?
     
                         WALTER
               Why not tell me now?
     
     Long pause. Vicki lights a cigarette.
     
                         VICKI
               I got poked around... here and
               there.
     
                         WALTER
               Which brother did this?
     
                         VICKI
               All three -- in chronological
               order.
     
                         WALTER
               You must hate your brothers.
     
                         VICKI
               I love my brothers.
     
                         WALTER
               No you donít.
     
                         VICKI
               I love all of them. Theyíre strong,
               gentle men with families of their
               own. And if you asked them about
               what they did to me, theyíd call
               you a fucking liar and then beat
               the shit out of you.
     
                         WALTER
               You never asked them about it?
     
                         VICKI
                    (laughs)
               Are you serious?
     
                         WALTER
               Not ever?
     
                         VICKI
               Not ever.
     
     Vicki drinks from her beer. Walter watches her.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APT. - NIGHT
     
     Walter sits at his table, a scrap of wood in his hand. He
     whittles away at the wood. It is the rough outline of a heart
     with wings.
     
     There is a loud KNOCK on the door. Walter gets up. The KNOCK
     comes again, even harder.
     
     Walter goes to the door and opens it. The smiles fades from
     his face.
     
     Sergeant Lucas pushes the door open further and walks right
     in. He wears a well-tailored suit.
     
                         LUCAS
               Hiya, Walter.
     
                         WALTER
               Cop.
     
                         MAN
               Sergeant Lucas.
                    (flashes his badge)
               May I come in?
     
                         WALTER
               You are in.
     
                         LUCAS
               So I am. But I always like to ask.
     
     Walter closes the door behind him. Lucas walks around the
     apartment. Walter watches him, uneasy.
     
                         WALTER
               Whatís up?
     
                         LUCAS
               Have a seat.
     
     Walter hesitates, then obeys.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               You donít know?
     
                         WALTER
               I have no idea.
     
                         LUCAS
               I think you do.
     
                         WALTER
               Why donít you just tell me?
     
     Lucas walks over to the window.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
                    (pause)
               I havenít broken any laws.
     
                         LUCAS
               Then you wonít mind if I look
               around.
     
                         WALTER
               I would.
     
                         LUCAS
               Got something to hide?
     
                         WALTER
               Doesnít everybody?
     
                         LUCAS
               I could get a search warrant.
     
                         WALTER
               If you could, you would have
               brought one today.
     
     Lucas looks at Walter. He looks at the table.
     
                         LUCAS
               Cherry?
     
                         WALTER
               Yeah.
     
                         LUCAS
               Unusual design for a contemporary
               piece.
     
     Lucas runs his hand along the surface.
     
                         WALTER
               Itís not for sale.
     
                         LUCAS
               Who said I wanted to buy it?
     
     Lucas walks back to the window.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               Two nights ago, a ten-year-old-girl
               was attacked not too far from here.
               Seems thereís been a number of
               attacks on young girls in the
               vicinity. Kind of a coincidence,
               wouldnít you say?
     
     Walter stands up.
     
                         WALTER
               If you tell me when this happened --
     
     Walter places his hands in his pockets. Lucas whirls around.
     
                         LUCAS
               Move your fucking hands away from
               your pockets!
     
     Walter does.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               Sit down!
     
     Walter sits.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               We know every step you make, every
               goddamn step! We know when you
               sleep, when you eat, when you shit,
               and when you jack off.
     
     Lucas leans over the table, nose to nose with Walter.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               And when you sit by the window,
               watching the girls in the little
               cotton skirts parade by, do you
               wave your wanger at the girls? Is
               that when you jerk off?
     
                         WALTER
               You canít talk to me like --
     
                         LUCAS
                    (interrupting)
               Like a piece of shit? In my eyes,
               you are a piece of shit. Think
               anyone would miss you if I threw
               you out the window right now?
               I could say you jumped when I came
               in. Who are they going to believe?
               Not you, because youíd be a dead
               piece of shit.
     
     Beat. Lucas taps Walter on the forehead and smiles.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
                    (feigning kindness)
               We just want to make sure youíre
               being a good boy, Walter. Okay?
     
     Walter is silent. Lucas taps him again.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               Okay?
     
                         WALTER
                    (flatly)
               Okay.
     
     Lucas rises, spits his gum in the sink, and leaves.
     
     Walter leans over squeezing his head tight between his hands.
     
     The sound of children fades in and Walter looks up. The girl
     with the red ball stands across from him in the doorway to
     his bedroom. She smiles and bounces the ball.
     
     Walter folds over, cradling his head in his arms.
     
     EXT. WALTERíS APT. - DAY
     
     Walter stands alone at his bus stop. As he waits, he sees the
     white Volvo turn a corner and pull up in front of the school.
     
     The bus pulls up to the stop, obscuring Walterís view. He
     quickly gets on and moves to the back, looking for Candyís
     car. It is nowhere in sight, the place where it had parked,
     empty. Walter sits down and stares ahead, numb.
     
     EXT. MALL - DAY
     
     Itís a bright Saturday afternoon. A city bus turns into the
     parking lot of a large mall. Passengers exit the bus and pour
     into the mallís entrance. Walter is among them.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.)
               I followed a girl.
     
     INT. MALL - DAY
     
     Music blares from speakers. Packs of teenagers cruise the
     mall. It is alive with chatter.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.)
               I donít know why I did it.
     
     Walter is frequently jostled, as if he has forgotten how to
     navigate crowds.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.) (contíd)
               There were all of these people...
     
     He passes many stores and snack shops then sees a Barnes &
     Noble and enters.
     
     INT. BOOKSTORE - DAY
     
     The bookstore is two floors and vast. Walter looks lost as he
     moves through the crowds.
     
                                                           CUT TO:
     
     Walter rides an escalator. Three girls stand ahead of him.
     
     The girl closest to him wears a short skirt which flutters
     above Walterís face. He looks up.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.)
               She was pretty. Very pretty.
     
     They reach the next level and Walter watches the girl walk
     away with her friends. Suddenly, the girl looks back. Their
     eyes lock -- briefly. She turns the corner.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.) (contíd)
               She gave me a look. If she hadnít
               given me that look...
     
     Walter pauses, then follows.
     
     The girl separates from her friends and goes down an aisle.
     
     Walter follows her. She goes down another aisle. He follows.
     
     In the middle of the aisle, the girl bends down, looking at
     titles. From the end of the aisle, Walter pretends to be
     looking for a book as he edges closer to her. Heís now a few
     feet away. The girl pulls out a book and opens it. Walter
     gazes at the nape of her neck.
     
                         SALESMAN (O.S.)
               Can I help you find something?
     
     Walter turns, startled.
     
     Behind the salesman, Walter sees a security guard exit the
     rest room area.
     
                         WALTER
               No, Iím --
     
     He turns, the girl is gone. He bolts the other way, through
     the aisles, down the elevator, through the mall as fast as
     possible. The faces are a blur, sound becomes distorted. Then
     we hear --
     
                         ROSEN (O.S.)
               Did she know that you were
               following her?
     
     INT. ROSENíS OFFICE
     
     Walter sits in Rosenís office.
     
                         WALTER
               I donít know.
     
                         ROSEN
               What did you think would happen?
     
                         WALTER
               I donít know.
     
                         ROSEN
               What did you want to happen?
     
                         WALTER
               I donít know!
     
     Walter is agitated. Rosen calmly writes.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               I canít believe I took such a risk.
                    (looks at Rosen)
               Will you stop writing in that
               fucking pad!
     
     Rosen stops and looks at Walter.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               You know that if anything happens,
               I spend the rest of my life in
               prison. No parole, no nothing.
     
                         ROSEN
               Is this the first one?
     
                         WALTER
               Of course it is! Thatís why Iím
               telling you!
     
                         ROSEN
               I want you to calm down.
     
     With effort Walter settles down.
     
                         ROSEN (contíd)
               You followed a girl. One girl.
               Perhaps you wanted to see what it
               felt like after so many years.
               Maybe unconsciously you were
               testing yourself. You followed her
               and nothing happened. And here you
               are talking about it with me. This
               is positive.
     
     There is a pause. Walter looks down, unconvinced. Rosen
     checks the time.
     
                         ROSEN (contíd)
               Walter, weíll pick up here next
               time.
     
                         WALTER
               I want to talk about it now.
     
                         ROSEN
               Weíll talk about it more on
               Thursday.
     
                         WALTER
               Remember when you asked me what my
               idea of "normal" was?
     
                         ROSEN
                    (gently)
               Go home, Walter.
     
                         WALTER
               Now I know. Itís when I can see a
               girl, be near a girl, even talk to
               a girl... and walk away.
                    (pause)
               Thatís my idea of being normal.
     
     INT. BUS-STOP - DAY
     
     Walter rides the bus, staring out the window. Sensing
     something, he looks up.
     
     A GIRL sits across from Walter. She is about twelve years
     old. She wears glasses and a pair of binoculars hangs around
     her neck. She casually nibbles on food she produces from her
     backpack. She glances at Walter briefly then looks back out
     the window.
     
     Walter turns away.
     
     INT. WALTERíS KITCHEN - NIGHT
     
     Walter and Vicki sit at his table eating Chinese take-out.
     
     Walter glances at Vicki who is devouring her food.
     
                         WALTER
               Maybe this isnít a good idea.
     
                         VICKI
               What?
     
                         WALTER
                    (pause)
               Us seeing each other.
     
     She looks up at him.
     
                         VICKI
               Youíre scared.
     
                         WALTER
               Iím not scared.
     
                         VICKI
               Neither am I.
     
                         WALTER
               Maybe you should be.
     
     Walter gets up from the table and clears his plate to the
     sink. Vicki looks at him.
     
                         VICKI
               Well, Walter, I got an idea of my
               own.
     
     He avoids her look.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               You listening to me?
     
     He doesnít answer.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               We should live together.
     
                         WALTER
                    (looks at her)
               Live together.
     
                         VICKI
               Move in with me.
     
     He stares at her.
     
                         WALTER
               Itís a bad idea.
     
                         VICKI
               I think itís a fucking good idea.
     
     Walter goes to the fridge for a beer.
     
                         WALTER
               I donít even know how to live with
               myself.
     
                         VICKI
               Just think about it.
     
                         WALTER
               Iíve got problems.
     
                         VICKI
               Who doesnít?
     
                         WALTER
               Most people donít have my kind of
               problems.
     
                         VICKI
               Guess that makes you pretty
               special.
     
                         WALTER
               Thatís not what I meant.
     
     Vicki looks at him blankly.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               I say we call it quits.
     
                         VICKI
               Fine.
     
     Vicki puts her fork down, pulls on her jacket and exits.
     
     Walter looks at the closed door, baffled.
     
                         WALTER (CONTíD)
               Sheís gone.
                    (pause)
               That was easy.
     
     He takes a swig from his beer.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Good. Iím glad. Iím fucking glad!
     
     EXT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - CONTINUED
     
     Vicki jogs down the stairs and over to her Jeep. She opens
     the door.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - CONTINUED
     
     Walter pulls the carving he was working on from a drawer and
     looks at it. Itís finished.
     
     Vicki reenters holding a plant and sets it loudly on the
     table. Walter looks at her then at the plant.
     
                         WALTER
               Whatís this?
     
                         VICKI
               Whatís it look like?
     
     She gets herself a beer from the fridge.
     
                         WALTER
               I donít need a plant.
     
                         VICKI
               Everyone needs a plant. This ivy is
               one tough baby. Itís a cutting from
               one of mine.
     
     Walter seems at a loss. Vicki takes a swig from her beer.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Hereís the deal. Give it a little
               water. Go easy on the direct
               sunlight. And notice it every once
               in a while. They love it when you
               look at them, or touch their
               leaves. Can you handle that?
     
     Walter looks unconvinced.
     
                         WALTER
               Thank you.
     
                         VICKI
               Youíre such an asshole.
     
     She kisses him then gives him a teasing look.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Donít be scared, Walter.
     
                         WALTER
                    (cracking a smile)
               Iím not scared.
     
                         VICKI
               Prove it.
     
     Vicki walks towards the bedroom.
     
                         WALTER
               Hey.
     
     Vicki turns. He tosses her the carving.
     
     Vicki catches it and looks at it for a long moment, then at
     Walter.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               I made it for you.
     
     She smiles.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Itís cedar.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE LOCKER ROOM - DAY
     
     There is the usual morning chaos in the locker room. Walter
     opens his locker but stops abruptly.
     
     Taped to the inside of his locker is a magazine ad of a young
     girl, joyfully swinging on a swing. Scrawled over the image
     in red marker is a circle with line across it and the words
     "WEíRE WATCHING YOU" written below.
     
     Walter quickly tears down the picture and looks around. The
     men are all oblivious.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
     
     Walter works at the saw, watching closely every person that
     walks by him. No one pays him any mind.
     
     Bob, the boss, walks into the space and stops to have a few
     words with a worker who points in Walterís direction. Bob
     heads towards Walter.
     
     Walter sees him coming and pauses in his work. Bob walks
     right by to talk to another man working behind Walter.
     
     Walter watches for a moment then continues working.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE - LATER
     
     Walter exits the mens room and stops to drink from the water
     fountain. Mary-Kay is walking down the hall and pauses.
     
                         MARY-KAY
               Hi, Walter. How ya doing?
     
                         WALTER
               Fine thanks. How are you, Mary-Kay?
     
     She leans up against the wall.
     
                         MARY-KAY
               Well, Iíve got this problem. I
               promised my sister that Iíd babysit
               her little girl tonight while
               sheís on a date. Single mother,
               right? Her daughterís a cute little
               thing, about nine or ten. Real
               entertaining. But once sheís
               asleep, I get soo bored. Iíd love
               to have some company.
     
     She gives Walter a suggestive look.
     
                         MARY-KAY (contíd)
               What are you doing tonight, Walter?
     
                         WALTER
                    (cold)
               I got plans.
     
     A couple of men walk down the hall interrupting them.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Have a nice day, Mary-Kay.
     
     Mary-Kay watches Walter walk away.
     
     INT. BUS - DUSK
     
     Walter rides the bus, staring out the window. The bus is
     crowded.
     
     Time passes, fewer passengers, dusk has turned to night.
     
     INT. ROSENíS OFFICE - NIGHT
     
     Walter and Rosen sit in their usual places.
     
                         ROSEN
               Youíre very late.
     
                         WALTER
               Sorry.
     
                         ROSEN
               Please donít do it again.
     
                         WALTER
               I said I was sorry.
     
                         ROSEN
               I canít move my patients around to
               accommodate one person.
     
     Walter silently stares at his hands. Rosen looks at him
     closely.
     
                         ROSEN (contíd)
               Walter, I want to ask you a
               question. Will you try to answer
               it?
     
     Walter looks at him.
     
                         ROSEN (contíd)
               When did it all start?
     
                         WALTER
               You mean my problem?
     
                         ROSEN
               If by "problem" you mean your
               desire for prepubescent girls, yes.
     
                         WALTER
               I donít know.
     
                         ROSEN
               Thatís not a helpful answer.
     
                         WALTER
               Thatís my answer.
     
     Rosen looks at Walter.
     
                         ROSEN
               Close your eyes.
     
                         WALTER
               What?
     
                         ROSEN
               Iíd like you to close your eyes.
     
                         WALTER
               Why?
     
                         ROSEN
               To relax.
     
                         WALTER
                    (snaps)
               Iím relaxed.
     
                         ROSEN
               Close your eyes and let your mind
               be blank.
     
                         WALTER
               Hey, Rosen, you going to hypnotize
               me?
     
     Walter laughs.
     
                         ROSEN
               No, I am not going to --
     
                         WALTER
                    (closing his eyes)
               Okay. Eyes closed, mind a blank.
               Iím all yours. Do it, Rosen.
     
     Rosen gets up so heís positioned directly in front of Walter.
     
                         ROSEN
               When I say the word "girl" what is
               the earliest image that you can
               remember?
     
                         WALTER
               Nothing. Can I open my eyes?
     
                         ROSEN
               No. When I say the word "pretty,"
               when I say the word "pleasure,"
               what is the earliest memory you
               see?
     
                         WALTER
               I donít see --
     
                         ROSEN
               In your mind, Walter. Take your
               time.
     
     After a moment, Walterís expression shifts.
     
                         ROSEN (contíd)
                    (watching closely)
               Who do you see?
     
                         WALTER
                    (long pause)
               I see my sister.
     
     Rosen is excited by this "breakthrough."
     
                         ROSEN
               Where is she? What is she doing?
     
     How old --
     
                         WALTER
                    (interrupting)
               Not so fast.
     
                         ROSEN
               Sorry.
     
                    (pause)
               Where is she?
     
                         WALTER
               In my bedroom, sleeping.
     
                         ROSEN
               Where?
     
                         WALTER
               In my bed, Rosen. Where do you
               think?
     
                         ROSEN
               Where are you?
     
                         WALTER
               In my bed too.
     
                         ROSEN
               How old are you and your sister?
     
                         WALTER
               Weíre little kids.
     
                         ROSEN
               But roughly, how old?
     
                         WALTER
               Iím maybe about six... which would
               make her four.
     
     Rosen walks around Walter and paces behind him.
     
                         ROSEN
               And what are you doing?
     
                         WALTER
               Just lying there.
     
                    (pause)
               Weíre taking a nap.
     
                         ROSEN
               A nap?
     
                         WALTER
               Yes, a nap. Kids do that. You ever
               take a nap, Rosen?
     
     Walter opens his eyes.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               I donít want to talk about it any
               more.
     
     He sees Rosen behind him.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               What the hell are you doing there?
     
                         ROSEN
               Did you and your sister often take
               naps together?
     
                         WALTER
                    (exploding)
               I want you back in your chair!
               Right now!
     
     Rosen stumbles back to his chair.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Donít ever do that again.
     
                         ROSEN
               All right.
     
                         WALTER
               I donít like nobody behind my back!
     
                         ROSEN
               Iím sorry. I shouldnít have been
               there.
     
     Walter looks away, quelling his anger.
     
                         ROSEN (contíd)
               Walter, what did you do while
               taking a nap with your sister?
     
                         WALTER
               Nothing.
     
                         ROSEN
               Did you touch her? Did you take off
               her clothes? Did you take off your
               clothes?
     
                         WALTER
               This is garbage!
     
                         ROSEN
               Iím only asking questions.
     
                         WALTER
               Okay Iíll tell you what I did --
               just to shut you up!
                    (pause)
               I smelled her hair.
     
                         ROSEN
               What else?
     
                         WALTER
               Thatís all. I just liked smelling
               her hair.
     
                         ROSEN
               You felt pleasure.
     
                         WALTER
                    (long pause)
               Yes.
     
     Rosen writes a few notes.
     
                         ROSEN
               Did you get an erection?
     
                         WALTER
                    (glaring at Rosen)
               I was six years old!
     
                         ROSEN
               I meant later... when you two took
               naps.
     
     Walter is silent.
     
                         ROSEN (contíd)
               When the two of you held each
               other. When you were ten or eleven
               and she was eight or nine. When
               your parents were out and the two
               of you were alone... completely
               alone in that big house.
     
                         WALTER
               It was a small house.
     
                         ROSEN
               All right. A small house... with
               small rooms.
     
                         WALTER
                    (His eyes well up.)
               I smelled her hair. Thatís it. I
               just liked smelling her hair.
     
     Walter presses his face into his hands. Rosen watches him
     silently. When Walter lifts his face...
     
     INT. BAR - NIGHT
     
     ... Carlos sits before him. They are in a booth, the table
     covered with drinks and remnants of bar food. The bar bustles
     in the background.
     
                         CARLOS
               Iíve got some good news.
     
                         WALTER
               Whatís that?
     
                         CARLOS
               Annette will see you.
     
     Walter is quiet.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
               Arenít you glad?
     
                         WALTER
               When?
     
                         CARLOS
               Soon.
     
                         WALTER
               Next week? The week after?
     
                         CARLOS
               Early July.
     
     Walter looks at Carlos.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
               Itís just a better time.
     
     Carlos avoids Walterís gaze.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
               Anna will be away at camp. The
               house will be quiet. Itís better
               when itís quiet.
     
                         WALTER
               Tell Annette Iím busy in July.
     
                         CARLOS
               Címon, Walter.
     
                         WALTER
               You should see my appointment book.
               It got crazy.
     
                         CARLOS
               Itís not what you think.
     
                         WALTER
               Isnít it?
     
                         CARLOS
               The important thing is that you and
               Annette need to talk. She needs to
               see you, and you need to see her.
     
                         WALTER
                    (a long pause)
               Iím not a monster.
     
                         CARLOS
               Youíre a good man, Walter. Okay,
               you did some wrong things, but
               inside youíre a good, decent man.
     
                         WALTER
               Maybe Iím not a good man. Maybe
               inside Iím bad, and Iíll always be
               bad.
     
                         CARLOS
               Donít talk like that.
     
     The waitress interrupts to clear the table, leaning over to
     grab the empty plates. Carlos checks her out.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
                    (pause)
               Next week Annette is going away for
               a few days. And the thing is that
               when Annetteís away...
     
     Carlos watches the waitress depart.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
               I get horny as hell for other
               women.
     
                    (whispering)
               I mean I fantasize about raping
               some beautiful woman.
     
                         WALTER
               You donít have to tell me this.
     
                         CARLOS
               Iím just talking, man.
     
                         WALTER
               Carlos, I never raped a woman.
     
                         CARLOS
               I know. Iím just saying I
               understand.
     
     Walter doesnít look at Carlos.
     
                         CARLOS (contíd)
               Itís crazy out there.
                    (signaling to the crowd)
               Young girls wearing mini this and
               mini that. Sometimes when I walk
               down the street and pass some sexylooking
               woman, she makes me feel
               like Iím bothering her. She stares
               down like sheís afraid to look at
               me. Why she do that? Why canít she
               look me in the face?
     
                         WALTER
               Maybe because youíre looking her in
               the face.
     
     Carlos looks at Walter.
     
                         CARLOS
               I see a pretty woman, I look.
               Thatís the price of beauty, my
               friend. My god, you should see what
               Annaís friends wear.
     
     Carlos laughs. Walter looks at him.
     
                         WALTER
               Carlos, can I ask you something?
     
                         CARLOS
               Sure.
     
                         WALTER
                    (pause)
               Nothing.
     
                         CARLOS
               Ask me. Ask me anything.
     
                         WALTER
                    (pause)
               Did you ever... Do you have
               feelings for Anna?
     
     Carlos looks at Walter.
     
                         CARLOS
               What do you mean?
     
                         WALTER
               I mean... feelings.
     
     A look of horror/disgust passes over Carlosís face, and he
     lurches forward grabbing Walter by the shirt collar. Drinks
     spill.
     
                         CARLOS
               Listen, man. I donít got your sick
               problem, and if you or anybody else
               ever comes near my daughter, Iíll
               kill you.
     
     Carlos lets go of Walter roughly and gets up and leaves.
     
     Walter looks around embarrassed -- onlookers slowly turn
     away. Walter picks up a napkin and starts to blot the table
     dry.
     
     INT. WALTERíS BEDROOM - NIGHT
     
     Vicki stands before Walter who sits on the edge of the bed.
     
     Both are naked. She kisses him. He turns her around and pulls
     her to his lap.
     
     Walterís hands are on her hips. He moves her body slowly --
     very slowly -- around his lap.
     
     Vicki goes with it, enjoying herself, then tries to turn
     around. Walter holds her still.
     
                         VICKI
               Walter...
     
     He leans his face into her hair. He takes deep audible
     breaths. Vicki tries to turn again, but he wonít let her. She
     is aroused but confused.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Walter... let me...
     
     She tries to reach back. Walter catches her hand and holds it
     to her side.
     
                         WALTER
               Donít touch me... please.
     
     He holds her tight.
     
     INT. WALTERíS BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING
     
     Walter lies in bed, eyes open. There is the SOUND of children
     playing outside. He carefully sits up in bed revealing Vicki
     asleep beside him.
     
     EXT. SCHOOLYARD - MORNING
     
     In slightly fast motion grainy style of transferred 8 mm,
     kids parade down the sidewalk heading for school. The camera
     pans to reveal Candy watching them.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.)
                    (in the ratatat tone of a
               sportscaster)
               Good morning, fellow sports fans.
               The match is about to begin. Candy
               enters the arena looking sweet and
               trim. He checks out the scene but
               plays it cool. Heís definitely
               holding back.
                    (Pause)
               Uh-oh, Candyís eyes have locked
               onto something. Oh yeah.
     
     Trailing behind the others is the angel-faced boy. Freeze
     frame.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.)(contíd)
               A cherub of a lad has separated
               from his friends. Candy quickly
               makes his move. He pats the cherub
               on his head, ruffles his hair. With
               his other hand, he offers the boy a
               bag of M&Ms. Jumbo size.
     
     The boy tears open the bag.
     
     Candy smiles. Freeze frame.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.) (contíd)
               Round one to Candy.
     
     Candy points across the street to his white Volvo.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.) (contíd)
               A very risky move by Candy. The boy
               looks at the car but walks away!
     
     Candy follows the boy. Freeze frame.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.) (contíd)
               Round two goes to the cherub.
     
     Candy struts around the boy rapping, clapping, snapping his
     fingers.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.) (contíd)
               I have never seen Candy act so
               cocky.
     
     Candy points to his car again, then dances, seen in slowmotion,
     toward it.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.) (contíd)
               The cherub looks at Candy; the
               cherub looks at the car; the cherub
               looks for his friends. But his
               friends are long gone. The cherub
               is alone. The cherub crosses the
               street!
     
     Candy opens the car door.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.) (contíd)
                    (Pause. Normal tone)
               The cherub gets in the car.
     
     The boy gets in the car. Instant replay. The boy gets in the
     car. ZOOM IN. The car door closes.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APT. - DAY
     
     Walter sits staring out the window. The sound of children
     playing.
     
     Vicki walks into the room and sees Walter sitting by the
     window. She walks up behind him and puts her hands on his
     shoulders.
     
                         VICKI
               What are you doing?
     
     Walter turns around, startled, brushing her off.
     
                         WALTER
               Donít do that.
     
                         VICKI
               Do what?
     
                         WALTER
               Sneak up behind me like that.
     
                         VICKI
               Whatís your fucking problem?
     
                         WALTER
               Whyís it always my fucking problem?
     
     Vicki looks at Walter.
     
                         VICKI
               Whatís going on?
     
                         WALTER
               Nothing.
     
     Vicki looks at him.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               I didnít sleep well.
     
                         VICKI
               Do you want to talk about it?
     
                         WALTER
               I need a shower.
     
     He walks back into the bedroom.
     
     A SCHOOL BELL rings and Vicki looks out the window. She sees
     the children running into school. She looks back in the
     direction Walter left.
     
     INT. VICKIíS CAR - DAY
     
     Vicki and Walter ride in the car. Vicki glances at Walter. He
     stares ahead, then leans his head back and closes his eyes...
     
     INT. BUS - DAY
     
     ... Walter rides, head back, eyes closed. The bus comes to a
     stop and a couple of passengers get on. Walter opens his
     eyes.
     
     The girl with binoculars comes to sit in the seat ahead of
     Walter.
     
     Walter stares at the girl. The bus pulls up to another stop --
     it is Walterís. The doors to the bus open. Walter looks at
     the doors, he does not move. The doors close. He looks back
     at the girl. The bus drives on.
     
     EXT. BUS-STOP - DAY
     
     The bus comes to a stop. The girl gets off amongst a couple
     of passengers. Walter follows.
     
     EXT. PARK - DAY
     
     Walter walks down a path that opens onto a secluded little
     field surrounded by trees.
     
     The girl stands in the middle of the field looking at the sky
     through her binoculars. She turns slowly, scanning the trees.
     
     She spots Walter and lowers the binoculars.
     
                         GIRL
               Hello.
     
     Walter is silent. He looks up at the trees.
     
                         GIRL (contíd)
               What are you looking at?
     
                         WALTER
               Birds.
     
                         GIRL
                    (indifferently)
               Thereís a million birds here.
     
                         WALTER
               In that birch tree is a nest.
     
     GIRLíS VOICE
                    (interested)
               Where?
     
                         WALTER
                    (pointing)
               Up there.
     
     She looks through her binoculars. Walter stares at her.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               A little higher.
     
     She points her binoculars up. Walter walks towards her.
     
                         GIRL
               Thereís little chicks!
                    (turns to Walter)
               You want to see?
     
                         WALTER
               Sure.
     
     She hands him her binoculars. He looks through them.
     
                         GIRL
               Theyíre starlings.
     
                         WALTER
                    (continues looking)
               Is that right?
     
                         GIRL
               I donít like starlings.
     
                         WALTER
               Why not?
     
                         GIRL
               Theyíre extremely aggressive birds.
               Plus, their habits are rather
               filthy.
     
                         WALTER
               The mother sure has her hands full.
     
     He hands her back the binoculars.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               You always carry these?
     
                         GIRL
               When I go bird-watching. Itís why I
               like coming here.
     
                         WALTER
               Itís just a city park.
     
                         GIRL
               Youíd be surprised how many kinds
               of birds youíll see here. Last week
               I saw a purple martin. And the week
               before that, I saw a solitary
               vireo. Thatís rare.
     
                         WALTER
               A solitary vireo. I like that one.
     
                         GIRL
               Their sound is quite musical.
     
                         WALTER
               How does it sound?
     
                         GIRL
               Itís hard to describe.
     
                         WALTER
               Try.
     
                         GIRL
               I canít.
     
                         WALTER
               I bet you can.
     
     She shakes her head.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Iíd love to hear it.
     
                         GIRL
                    (pause)
               Itís a bright sound.
     
     She closes her eyes and pipes a little tune.
     
                         GIRL (contíd)
               Cheery! Cheerily! Cheery! Cheerily!
     
     She opens her eyes, shyly.
     
                         GIRL (contíd)
               Something like that.
     
                         WALTER
               That was terrific.
     
                         GIRL
               You should hear the bird.
     
                         WALTER
               You live around here?
     
                         GIRL
                    (Pause)
               Not too far.
                    (She looks at him)
               Are you a bird-watcher too?
     
                         WALTER
               Me? Nah. Iím more of a people
               watcher.
     
                         GIRL
               Were you watching me?
     
                         WALTER
                    (pause)
               Not at first. You would stare at
               the tops of the trees so intently.
               Any second I thought you would take
               off and fly.
     
                         GIRL
               I have to go.
     
                         WALTER
               Do you come here often?
     
                         GIRL
               My daddy likes me home before dark.
     
                         WALTER
               Itís good to listen to your daddy.
     
     The girl runs off down the path.
     
     Walter watches after her. He stands alone in the field.
     
     INT. BUS - DAY
     
     Walter rides the bus. Through many different neighborhoods,
     day passes into night. He stares beyond his reflection. Over
     the following voice-over we cut between Walterís apartment
     and Walter riding the bus.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.)
               I followed a girl.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - NIGHT
     
     Walter sits at his window, writing in his journal, fast.
     
                         WALTER (V.0.)
               I talked to a girl... I was near a
               girl... Jesus God! What did I want
               to happen?
     
     INT. BUS - NIGHT
     
     The bus drives by a number of billboards, childrenís Gap
     ads...
     
                         WALTER (V.O.)
               Maybe itís like Rosen said. Maybe I
               wanted nothing to happen.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APT. - NIGHT
     
     Walter pauses in the writing.
     
                         WALTER
                    (out loud)
               Fucking Rosen! This isnít helping.
     
     Thereís a loud KNOCK at the door. Walter looks over in
     surprise. The KNOCK comes again. Walter quickly closes his
     journal and puts it in a drawer. The KNOCK comes again.
     
     Walter goes to the door and opens it partially.
     
     Sergeant Lucas stands outside.
     
                         LUCAS
               Hiya, Walter.
     
     Walter opens the door. Lucas enters. Walter slowly closes the
     door behind him.
     
                         WALTER
               What can I do for you, Sergeant
               Lucas?
     
     Lucas signals a chair.
     
                         LUCAS
               Have a seat.
     
     Walter slowly sits. Lucas walks around the room. He pauses.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               Too much sun.
     
                         WALTER
               What?
     
     Lucas points to the plant on the windowsill.
     
                         LUCAS
               Your ivy. Too much direct sunlight.
               These plants donít like a lot of
               sun.
     
                         WALTER
               They grow outside, donít they?
     
                         LUCAS
               Sure they do. But outside theyíve
               got trees around them. The trees
               shade them from the sun. Of course,
               the plants enrich the soil around
               the trees. One of natureís
               symbiotic relationships.
     
                         WALTER
               You going to take me on a nature
               walk?
     
                         LUCAS
               Donít be witty.
                    (pause)
               Yesterday you took the number
               twelve bus from work, but instead
               of getting off at your normal stop,
               for some reason you stayed on. Why
               did you stay on the bus, Walter?
     
                         WALTER
               I fell asleep.
     
     Lucas throws him a look.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               When I woke up I was confused. I
               got off at the wrong stop and
               walked home.
     
     Lucas looks at the bus map on the wall.
     
                         LUCAS
               You walked home.
     
                         WALTER
               Yes.
     
     Lucas spits his gum into the garbage can and sits down across
     from Walter.
     
                         LUCAS
               Some of these guys... They walk
               right into a familyís home as if
               they live there. Very fucking
               ballsy.
     
     Walter is silent.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               This one guy on death row, who Iíll
               call Henry, told me about his last
               victim. Henry says how heís in the
               bedroom of a seven-year-old cutie
               named Adele. Her motherís in the
               living room watching TV. Sheís got
               the volume on so damn high he can
               hear David Lettermanís jokes. Henry
               puts his hand over Adeleís mouth
               and says, "If you scream, little
               girl, Iíll kill your mother." And
               of course little Adele doesnít
               scream, doesnít cry, doesnít make a
               sound. Then he takes her hand and
               out they go through the front door.
                    (pause)
               Ten days later they find Adeleís
               body. Or whatís left of it.
                    (looks at Walter)
               You believe in fairy tales?
     
                         WALTER
               Fairy tales?
     
                         LUCAS
               Do you believe in them?
     
                         WALTER
               No.
     
                         LUCAS
               Neither do I.
               Whatís the one with the woodsman?
     
                         WALTER
               Woodsman?
     
                         LUCAS
               The one with the ax?
     
                         WALTER
               I donít know.
     
                         LUCAS
               Sure you do. He cuts open the
               wolfís stomach, and the girl steps
               out alive.
     
                         WALTER
               Little Red Riding Hood.
     
                         LUCAS
               Thatís it. Little Red Riding Hood
               jumps out of the wolfís guts with
               hardly a scratch.
                    (pause)
               Ever see a seven-year-old girl
               sodomized almost in half?
     
     Walter shakes his head.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               She looked so small and broken. I
               saw hardened twenty-year veterans
               cry. They cried like babies. I was
               there. Ainít no fucking woodsman in
               this world.
     
     Lucas takes out a fresh piece of gum and pops it in his
     mouth. Then he rises.
     
                         WALTER
               You knew her?
     
                         LUCAS
               What?
     
                         WALTER
               The girl.
     
     Lucas stares coldly at Walter, his face red. He looks
     dangerous.
     
                         LUCAS
                    (seething)
               I donít know why they keep letting
               scum like you return to the
               streets. It just means weíve got to
               catch you all over again.
     
     He slaps Walter on the back of the head...
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               See ya, Walter.
     
     ... and exits.
     
     Walter rushes to the blinds, drawing them down, then
     scrambles to get his journal from the drawer. He drops to his
     knees, tearing the pages from his journal, tearing them to
     bits.
     
                         WALTER
               You have no right to talk to... to
               speak like... I am not!... I am
               not!
     
     The SOUND of children fades in, and Walter looks up.
     
     In the bedroom doorway is the girl in her white nightgown,
     sitting on the red ball, rocking back and forth, her chin in
     her hands.
     
                         GIRL
               Wallie, what are you doing?
     
     Walter squeezes his eyes shut and clamps his hands over his
     ears. The sound abruptly stops.
     
     INT. BUS - MORNING
     
     Walter rides the bus. He is unshaven and looks exhausted. He
     is jostled by the crowds but seems oblivious.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE - MORNING
     
     As Walter walks into the warehouse, men step out of the way
     and give him leering looks. Walter walks into --
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE LOCKER ROOM - DAY
     
     -- the locker room. A hush suddenly falls over the room.
     
     Walter looks around. No one will meet his eyes. He opens his
     locker and a piece of paper slides out.
     
     It is a Xerox of the police notification information of
     Walter printed from the Internet.
     
     Walter stares at the paper. Suddenly something slams next to
     his head. A piece of metal clangs to the floor. Walter turns
     around.
     
     Pedro stares at him, surrounded by a number of men.
     
     Vicki stands in front of her locker holding the flyer. She
     looks scared. She glances at the men then walks over to
     Walter.
     
                         VICKI
                    (quiet)
               Come on, letís get out of here.
     
     Walter doesnít move.
     
                         PEDRO
               Donít tell me you feel sorry for
               this sick fuck.
     
                         VICKI
               Mind your own business, Pedro!
     
     Vicki looks defiantly at the men.
     
     Bob hurries in, followed by a worker.
     
                         BOB
               What the hell is going on here?!
     
     Heís handed a flyer. He looks it over and turns red. He looks
     at Walter then the men.
     
                         BOB (contíd)
               Who did this?
     
     Mary-Kay stands quietly in the back of the room, a look of
     satisfaction on her face. Vicki looks at her. Mary-Kay turns
     and sees Vickiís glare. She quickly looks away.
     
     No one answers. Bob looks at the men for a long moment then
     at Walter.
     
                         BOB (contíd)
               Any man who canít deal with it can
               see me in my office. Iíll pay you
               for a week, and you can clear out.
     
     Bob crumples the paper in his hand.
     
                         BOB (contíd)
               Weíve got a hell of a lot of orders
               today. Get to work.
     
     Bob turns and walks away.
     
     The men are stunned. Three angrily follow after Bob. As does
     Mary-Kay.
     
     Walter walks off without saying anything, his expression
     blank.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
     
     Walter works at his station. He pauses, staring at the
     cutting blade whirling before him. He looks up around him.
     
     After a long moment, he turns the machine off and walks away.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE - LATER
     
     Vicki looks up from where she is working and notices Walterís
     place is empty. She looks around.
     
     INT. WAREHOUSE OFFICE - DAY
     
     Vicki enters. Mary-Kay sits at her desk, typing.
     
                         VICKI
               Have you seen Walter?
     
                         MARY-KAY
                    (big fake smile)
               Loversí quarrel?
     
     Vicki picks up Mary-Kayís mug and pours coffee on her lap.
     
     Mary-Kay shrieks and stands up.
     
     Vicki tears through Mary-Kayís drawers throwing contents to
     the floor.
     
                         MARY-KAY (contíd)
               What the hell are you doing?
     
     Bob walks in.
     
                         BOB
               What the hell is going on?
     
     Vicki pulls out a handful of the notification fliers.
     
                         MARY-KAY
               People have the right to know.
     
                         VICKI
               If sheís here tomorrow, Iíll
               fucking kill her.
     
     Vicki throws the papers at Bob and storms out.
     
     Bob looks at Mary-Kay.
     
     EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
     
     Vicki quickly crosses the parking lot to her Jeep, putting
     her coat on as she goes.
     
     INT. BUS - DAY
     
     Walter rides the bus, watching the landscape go by, his
     expression stony.
     
     EXT. WALTERíS APT. - DAY
     
     Vicki pulls her Jeep into the parking lot and screeches to a
     stop.
     
     She races up the stairs and knocks on Walterís door. No
     answer. She knocks again. No answer.
     
                         VICKI
               Shit.
     
     She disappears back down the stairs.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APT. - DAY
     
     The door opens. Vicki enters and turns to the superintendent
     standing in the doorway.
     
                         VICKI
               Thanks again. I promised Iíd take
               care of his plants.
     
     The super shrugs and heads back down the stairs. Vicki closes
     the door and turns around.
     
     The place is a mess, the blinds drawn. She turns on the
     lights. There is no sign of Walter.
     
     She sees the journal scattered on the floor and leafs through
     the pieces. The image of the girl with red marker is stuck
     inside.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Shit.
     
     She picks up a couple pieces of paper and scans them, then
     she puts the pieces together. Walterís words are scrawled
     across the paper. Her hands start to shake.
     
     INT. BUS - DAY
     
     The bus pulls to a stop. Walter gets off.
     
     EXT. PARK - DAY
     
     Walter walks down park path. A jogger runs by, but otherwise
     it is quiet.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APT. - DAY
     
     Vicki frantically gathers pieces of the journal and stuffs
     them in a plastic bag. Her face is flushed.
     
     She stands up and stuffs the bag in the garbage then pauses,
     staring at the garbage can. She opens the can, grabs the bag,
     quickly looks around the apartment. There is the sound of the
     school bell outside. She rushes to the window and raises the
     blinds. Children pour out of the school. She quickly leaves.
     
     EXT. PARK - DAY
     
     Walter sits on a park bench in the same little field where he
     had encountered the girl before. He is alone. He sits still.
     
     He looks up at the trees.
     
     INT. VICKIíS CAR - DAY
     
     Vicki drives, the bag on the passenger seat. She comes to a
     stop light and looks in the rear view mirror.
     
     A cop car pulls up behind her.
     
     Vicki reaches over for the bag and stuffs it under the seat.
     
     The light turns green. Vicki drives slowly. The cop changes
     lanes and passes her. She lets out her breath.
     
     EXT. STREETS MONTAGE - SAME TIME
     
     Vicki slowly drives by a series of parks, schools, malls -
     searching.
     
     Children abound, playing, running free, getting off of school
     buses, running to meet their parents. There is no sign of
     Walter.
     
     EXT. PARK - DAY
     
     The girl walks into the clearing, wearing her binoculars
     around her neck. She stops when she sees Walter sitting on
     the bench.
     
     Walter continues staring at the trees. She walks over to him.
     
                         GIRL
               See anything interesting?
     
                         WALTER
               Not yet.
     
     The girl sits on the bench and pulls a small book from her
     backpack. She starts writing in it.
     
     Walter watches her.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               What are you writing in that book?
     
                         GIRL
               Itís my bird book.
     
     She shows it to him.
     
                         GIRL (contíd)
               Iíve identified sixty-seven species
               of birds this year alone.
     
     The girl writes in her book. Walter watches.
     
                         WALTER
               Where are your friends?
     
     She continues writing ignoring his question.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Donít you have friends?
     
                         GIRL
               I have friends.
     
                         WALTER
               A pretty girl like you should have
               a lot of friends.
     
                         GIRL
               Iím not pretty.
     
                         WALTER
               Well... not in the common way.
     
     She looks at Walter.
     
                         GIRL
               What does that mean?
     
                         WALTER
               It means uncommon beauty is
               commonly overlooked. Most people
               only notice birds with the
               brightest colors.
     
     The girl sits silently.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Whatís your name?
     
     She picks up her binoculars and peers through them.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Linda... Susan... Jennifer...
               Jackie..
     
     She continues looking, but she smiles.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               You tell me your name, Iíll tell
               you mine.
     
                         GIRL
                    (pause)
               Robin.
     
     Walter laughs.
     
                         ROBIN
               Yeah, like the bird.
     
                         WALTER
                    (pause)
               Can I ask how old you are?
     
                         ROBIN
               Iím twelve.
     
                         WALTER
               No youíre not.
     
                         ROBIN
               I will be in three months.
                    (pause)
               I canít wait. I hate being eleven.
               It has to be the stupidest age in
               the world.
     
     She looks at Walter.
     
                         ROBIN (contíd)
               Whatís your name?
     
     Walter hesitates then shrugs.
     
                         WALTER
               Walter.
     
                         ROBIN
               Do you have many friends?
     
                         WALTER
               No.
     
                         ROBIN
               How come?
     
                         WALTER
               A long time ago, I was sent far
               away. When they let me come back,
               all my friends were gone.
     
                         ROBIN
               It sounds like you were banished.
     
                         WALTER
               Banished... yeah.
     
                         ROBIN
               Birds are my friends. That sounds
               egotistical, but they are. Birds
               know I watch them, but they donít
               mind because they like being
               watched... if they know you wonít
               hurt them.
     
                         WALTER
               Robin?
     
                         ROBIN
               Yes?
     
                         WALTER
               Would you like to sit on my lap?
     
     Robin looks at him.
     
                         ROBIN
               What?
     
                         WALTER
               Would you like to sit on my lap?
     
                         ROBIN
                    (pause)
               No thank you.
     
                         WALTER
               Are you sure?
     
                         ROBIN
               Iím sure. Thank you all the same.
     
                         WALTER
               Thatís okay... doesnít matter.
     
                         ROBIN
                    (pause)
               Do you want me to sit on your lap?
     
     Walter looks at her.
     
                         WALTER
               Yes. I would enjoy that.
     
     Robin shivers.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Are you cold?
     
     She shakes her head. Walter slides closer and rubs her arms
     with his hands.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               You look cold.
     
     Robin is silent.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               I know a place in the park where
               only very small birds go. There are
               no people or dogs or ugly crows and
               pigeons. Itís quiet except for the
               song of these tiny sparrowlike
               birds. Would you like me to take
               you there?
     
                         ROBIN
                    (pause)
               They sound like finches.
     
                         WALTER
               They could be finches. I donít
               know. We should go before it gets
               dark.
     
     He stands up.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Ready?
     
     Robin doesnít move.
     
                         ROBIN
               My daddy lets me sit on his lap.
     
                         WALTER
               Does he?
     
                         ROBIN
               Yes.
     
                         WALTER
               Do you like it when he asks you?
     
     She looks at him.
     
                         ROBIN
               No.
     
     Her answer has a strange effect on Walter, as if for a moment
     he has lost his balance. Carefully, he sits down and stares
     at his hands.
     
                         WALTER
               Why not?
     
     She is quiet.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Are you two alone when he asks you?
     
     Still silent.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Does he touch you?
     
     Robin looks through her binoculars.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Does he say strange things?
     
     She scans the trees.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Does he move his legs in a funny
               way?
     
     Robin drops her head and quietly sobs. Walter looks at her
     but makes no effort to comfort her.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Have you told your mother?
     
     She shakes her head.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Is there anyone at home you can
               talk to?
     
     She is quiet.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Is there a teacher you like at
               school?
     
     She nods.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Whatís her name?
     
                         ROBIN
               Ms. Kramer.
     
                         WALTER
               Tell Ms. Kramer what your daddy
               does.
     
                         ROBIN
               I canít.
     
                         WALTER
               Yes you can, Robin.
     
     Robin in silent.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               You said you couldnít make the
               sound of a solitary vireo. But you
               did. Beautifully. I heard you.
     
                         ROBIN
               What will happen if I do?
     
                         WALTER
               Someone will talk to your daddy.
               And then heíll stop doing those
               things... the things you donít
               like.
     
     Tears come to Robinís eyes again.
     
                         ROBIN
               But will he... ?
     
                         WALTER
               Your daddy will always love you.
     
                         ROBIN
               How do you know?
     
                         WALTER
               I know because... itís just
               something I know.
     
                         ROBIN
               I donít want to hurt my daddy.
     
                         WALTER
               Robin, listen to me.
     
     She looks at him. Walter struggles to find the words.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               At first heíll be upset... very
               upset. Itís because heíll realize
               heís been a bad daddy. Then heíll
               try... Heíll try very hard to be a
               good daddy... People will say
               stupid, ignorant things about your
               daddy. That will be hard for you...
               But one thing I know for sure,
               heíll always love you... always.
     
     There is a long moment of silence.
     
                         ROBIN
               Walter?
     
                         WALTER
               Yes?
     
                         ROBIN
               Do you still want me to sit on your
               lap?
     
     Walter stares at her.
     
                         ROBIN (contíd)
               I will.
     
     Walter slides away from her.
     
                         WALTER
               No.
     
                         ROBIN
               I donít mind.
     
                         WALTER
               You should go home.
     
                         ROBIN
               Canít I stay a little longer?
     
                         WALTER
               It's getting dark. Go home.
     
                         ROBIN
               Will I see you again?
     
     Walter is silent.
     
                         WALTER
               Go home, Robin.
     
     Robin gets up, goes over to Walter, and hugs him. Walter
     starts to put his arms around her but refrains.
     
                         ROBIN
               Bye.
     
     She runs off. Walter looks out, numb.
     
     EXT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - NIGHT
     
     Walter approaches his building. The white Volvo sits parked
     across the street in front of the school. Walter walks a
     couple of more steps when the door to the Volvo opens. Walter
     freezes.
     
     Candy gets out of the car. As he turns, Walter no longer sees
     Candy but himself -- many years younger.
     
     Walter watches, fear and emotion coursing through his face.
     
     Young Walter leans back in and pulls the front seat forward,
     and a young girl emerges.
     
     Flash to the angel-faced boy getting out of the car. Candy
     pats him on the head.
     
     Walter sees young Walter pat the girl on the head. She runs
     off down the street.
     
     Walter races towards Candy.
     
     Candy tucks his shirt in, puts the seat back, and is about to
     get in the car when Walter calls out --
     
                         WALTER
               Hey!
     
     Candy whirls around. Walter smashes him in the face. Candy
     reels backwards hitting the car. Walter attacks Candy full
     force. As he punches flashes of young Walter appear, then
     Candy, then young Walter again.
     
     He pounds and pounds on Candy then finally pulls away.
     
     Candy sputters on the ground.
     
     Walter, breathing hard, stares at Candy. He looks at the
     blood on his hands, which shake uncontrollably. He slowly
     stands up and starts to back away.
     
     Candy rolls over and groans as he tries to raise himself.
     
     Walter turns, tucks his head down, and quickly walks away.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - NIGHT
     
     Walter stands in the living room. He looks down at the floor
     where the journal was and sees that nothing is there. He goes
     to his windows and lowers the blinds.
     
     EXT. VICKIíS APARTMENT - NIGHT
     
     Through the window we see Vicki sitting on her couch, biting
     her nail, staring off into space. The phone sits next to her.
     
     INT. WALTERíS BATHROOM - NIGHT
     
     Walter stands in the shower. He turns the water on and lets
     it run over him. Slowly, he begins to sob.
     
     INT. WALTERíS BEDROOM - NIGHT
     
     Walter stands at the bureau, cleaned up and dressed in fresh
     clothes. He looks up and stares at himself in the mirror. The
     sound of TRAFFIC fades in.
     
     EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT
     
     Walter walks down a city street with boarded up store fronts.
     
     The sidewalks are wet from a steady drizzle. Cars pass by on
     the wet pavement.
     
     As Walter walks, we intercut with a SERIES OF FLASHBACKS:
     
     A) EXT. SCHOOL - Walter looks at the blood on his hands then
     at Candy moaning on the ground.
     
     B) EXT. PARK - Robin stands in the middle of the field,
     binoculars held to her eyes, scanning the trees.
     
     C) EXTREME CLOSE-UP: Robin lowers the binoculars and stares
     us straight in the eye.
     
     EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
     
     Walter stands at an intersection. The lights play across his
     face.
     
     FLASHBACK
     
     D) EXT. COP CAR - NIGHT - Walterís face slams against a cop
     car. His hands are cuffed behind him, and he is roughly
     frisked. He tries to look back over his shoulder but his face
     is held down.
     
     E) EXT. PARK - Robin dances in circles in the fields, arms
     stretched out as if she is ready to fly.
     
     EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
     
     A car races by, and Walter walks along a busy street fast.
     
     The rain falls harder now.
     
     FLASHBACK
     F) EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT - Walter gets place in the back of the
     cop car. The cops get in the front seat. Walter looks out the
     window at his house as the car pulls away.
     
     Standing on the front steps, his wife turns away, carrying
     his daughter inside. A cop closes the door behind them.
     
     G) EXT. SCHOOL - Walter pounds and pounds on Candy.
     
     EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
     
     Walter crosses an old brick bridge that spans a river.
     
     FLASHBACK
     
     H) EXT. PARK - Robin twirls and twirls, then slowly dissolves
     into the girl with the red ball and white nightgown. The girl
     spins and spins, her dress fluttering in the wind. Slowly the
     girl fades away so the field is empty, except for a number of
     small birds fluttering around the ground.
     
     EXT. VICKIíS APARTMENT - NIGHT
     
     Walter stands outside Vickiís door. After a moment he knocks.
     
     The door opens to show Vicki. She stares at Walter.
     
     EXT./INT. VICKIíS APARTMENT - NIGHT
     
     Through the window we see Vicki sit down on the couch, and
     Walter sit on the coffee table, facing her. He starts to talk
     and takes her hand. She pulls it away. He continues to talk
     and takes her hand again, not letting her pull away.
     
     Trucks pass by over the wet pavement, rattling the windows.
     
     EXT. SCHOOLYARD - DAY
     
     The school is quiet, the playground empty. Swings sway
     listlessly in the breeze.
     
     EXT. WALTERíS APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
     
     The old Chevy pulls into the parking lot.
     
     INT. WALTERíS APARTMENT - DAY
     
     Walter brings his duffel bag into his living room and sets it
     down next to a clothes hamper. Boxes are scattered about the
     space. Thereís a KNOCK on the door.
     
                         WALTER
               Itís open.
     
     The door opens and Lucas enters.
     
     Walter pauses.
     
                         LUCAS
               Hi ya, Walter.
     
     Walter automatically sits down in the chair.
     
                         WALTER
               What can I do for you, Sergeant
               Lucas?
     
     Lucas walks over to the window.
     
                         LUCAS
               You donít know?
     
                         WALTER
               Know what?
     
                         LUCAS
               Iíll be asking the questions.
                    (pause)
               Last night, you hear anything
               unusual? Screams? Shouts?
     
                         WALTER
               No.
     
                         LUCAS
               A man was badly beaten across the
               street. You know anything about
               that?
     
                         WALTER
               I was asleep.
     
                         LUCAS
                    (pause)
               I didnít say what time the assault
               occurred.
     
                         WALTER
               You said last night. I went to bed
               pretty early.
     
                         LUCAS
               The assault took place at
               approximately seven thirty.
     
                         WALTER
               I went to bed around seven.
     
     Lucas gives him a look.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               I wasnít feeling well.
     
                         LUCAS
               I could take you downtown.
     
                         WALTER
               You could. Itíd be a waste of your
               time, though.
     
     Walter starts folding his clothes and placing them in the
     duffle bag.
     
                         LUCAS
               There was a boy there.
     
     Walter is silent. Lucas watches him closely.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               He I.D.íd the assailant. The
               description matches you pretty
               well.
     
                         WALTER
               I suppose if youíre looking for a
               male between the ages of thirty and
               fifty, medium height, medium
               weight, medium build. Probably not
               too many men fit that bill.
     
                         LUCAS
               Just give me a straight answer,
               Walter, cause the irony goes right
               over my head.
     
     Lucas walks around. Walter folds a shirt.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               Thatís a nasty scratch on your
               neck.
     
                         WALTER
               I have a passionate girlfriend.
     
                         LUCAS
               Whatís with the boxes?
     
                         WALTER
               Youíre a cop. Figure it out.
     
                         LUCAS
               Iíd say youíre moving.
     
                         WALTER
               Itís a free country, isnít it?
     
     Lucas throws him a look.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Just kidding. Iím moving in with my
               girlfriend.
     
     Lucas raises his brows then takes out a piece of gum.
     
                         LUCAS
               The passionate one?
     
                         WALTER
               Yes.
     
                         LUCAS
               Then Iíd say youíre a lucky fellow.
     
                         WALTER
               I count my blessings.
     
                         LUCAS
               Well, I guess Iíll be seeing you.
     
     Lucas pops the gum in his mouth and heads towards the door.
     
     Walter pauses in his folding.
     
                         WALTER
               Think youíll catch this guy?
     
     Lucas turns.
     
                         LUCAS
               Oh, yeah. Weíll catch him.
               Unfortunately, the victim canít
               talk. In addition to his other
               injuries, his jaw is broken.
     
     Walter is silent.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               However, we ran an I.D. on the
               victim. Turns out heís wanted in
               Pennsylvania. He raped a boy there.
     
     Lucas watches Walter who impassively unrolls and rolls the
     same pair of socks.
     
                         LUCAS (contíd)
               You sure you donít know nothing
               about this?
     
                         WALTER
               ĎFraid not.
     
     Lucas looks at Walter for a moment.
     
                         LUCAS
               Stay out of trouble, Walter. Cause
               Iíll be watching you.
     
     He exits.
     
     Walter realizes he unrolled the socks. He tosses them in the
     duffel bag.
     
     INT. VICKIíS CAR - LATE AFTERNOON
     
     Vicki drives. Walter stares out the passenger window. The sun
     is low on the horizon. Walter wears a pressed button-down
     shirt. He is clean-shaven and his hair neatly combed. His
     hand fidgets in his lap.
     
                         VICKI
               You okay?
     
                         WALTER
               Yeah.
     
                         VICKI
               Fucking liar.
     
     Vicki reaches for his hand, then something catches her eye.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Hey, look.
     
     Walter follows her gaze.
     
                         VICKI (contíd)
               Starlings.
     
     On the horizon, a flock of starlings whirl and turn as if one
     huge body, a dancing cloud against the sky.
     
                         WALTER
               I heard they were filthy birds.
     
                         VICKI
               Not when they fly.
     
     Vicki looks at him and smiles. There is a long beat as they
     drive.
     
     I/E. VICKIíS CAR, RESERVOIR - DAY
     
     Vicki sits in her car smoking. She stubs out her cigarette.
     
     The ashtray is full. She looks out the window.
     
     Vickiís POV: Walter and a woman stand in the distance near
     the water. The woman looks a few years younger than Walter.
     
     There is space between them. Walter faces her, but she looks
     out at the water. After a long moment, he reaches to touch
     her arm.
     
     The woman pulls away and yells something at him. Walterís
     head drops.
     
     Vicki lights another cigarette. She flips on the radio to
     country music, blocking out all sound. She looks back out the
     window.
     
     The woman yells angrily then falls quiet -- staring at
     Walter. After a long moment, she turns and walks back up the
     hill to her car where Carlos waits, leaning against the car.
     
     Annette gets in the car, slamming the door. Carlos pauses,
     looking at Walter, then gets in the car and turns on the
     engine to leave.
     
     Walter stays standing near the water.
     
                         WALTER (V.O.)
               I saw my sister.
     
     
     INT. ROSENíS OFFICE
     
     Walter sits in his usual seat across from Rosen.
     
                         WALTER
               It was hard.
     
     Rosen is silent.
     
                         WALTER (contíd)
               Sheís still really hurt... and
               angry. I donít know... if she will
               ever... forgive me.
               I understand that. I do. I just
               hope... I just want her to...
     
                         ROSEN
               Accept you?
     
     Walter nods.
     
                         ROSEN (contíd)
               Itís going to take time, Walter.
     
                         WALTER
                    (to himself)
               Time.
     
                         ROSEN
               How do you feel about that?
     
                         WALTER
               I feel... okay.
     
     Walter looks at Rosen who nods. There is a moment of silence
     between them.
     
                                THE END