A dirt road recedes into the woods.
INT. KENT’S HOME -- HALLWAY -- WEDNESDAY MORNING
Slow pan down the hall toward the semi-closed door to Aunt Elspeth’s bedroom.
KENT (O.S.)There was a fight at school yesterday, Aunt Elspeth. Two big guys. James and I watched part of it, but we left when the girl he likes showed up. I think he didn’t want her to see him there. She’s the sister of one of the boys that was fighting. Her brother was the boyfriend of that girl who was murdered over the weekend. Remember I told you about that? James is very interested in the whole thing. Well, it’s almost time for me to get off to school. The weather’s nicer today. Not as drizzly for a change. Bye, Aunt Elspeth. I’ll see you again this afternoon.
KENT comes into the hall. JANET appears and they almost bump into each other. She is wearing only a bath towel, with another wrapped around her head.
JANETWhoops!KENTExcuse me!JANETMy fault. I’m so sorry.KENTNo, really. It... I... Um...JANETYou were talking to your aunt? How is she?KENTShe’s not well, really.JANETI’m so sorry. Can I meet her?KENTI don’t think that would be a very good idea.
Kent locks the door and slips the key into his pocket.
JANETIt’s just that I feel a bit odd, I mean, staying in her home and not at least popping in to say how-do-you-do.KENTIt’s all right, really.JANETWell, if you say so.
Janet touches Kent’s shoulder, then runs her hand down his arm.
JANET(softly)Will you help me?KENTI...JANET(takes his hand and kisses it)Why don’t you help me decide what to wear? Come.
They go into Janet’s room and shut the door.
EXT. SHERIFF STATION -- MORNING
Gale’s car pulls up.
INT. SHERIFF STATION -- LOBBY -- MORNING
GALE enters. LYNDON is waiting for him.
GALEGood morning, Lyndon.LYNDONAgent Gale, may I talk to you for a minute?GALEOf course.LYNDONYou see, this weekend is my mother’s birthday and we’re having a party, only I don’t have any idea what to get her. You know, for a present. I was wondering if you could give me some ideas.GALEI’ll be glad to assist in any way I can. Lyndon, do you have any siblings?LYNDONYes, I have my sister, Leigh. She works in the library. She’s giving the party, you see.GALEDo you know what Leigh is getting for your mother’s present?LYNDONYes, a gallon jug of real maple syrup. It’s her favorite.GALEReal maple syrup. Well...
SHERIFF sticks his head out of his office.
SHERIFFAgent Gale, glad you’re here. I’ve got something you might be interested in.GALEOkay. Lyndon, I’ll get back to you on this.
INT. SHERIFF’S OFFICE -- MORNING
GALE enters. SHERIFF goes behind his desk. They sit.
GALEWhat have you got, Bob?SHERIFFReports of strange goings-on in Shadygrove woods last night.GALEWhat happened?SHERIFFWell, I’m not really sure, but from the description, it looks like some kind of cult ritual.GALEThat’s it, Bob. The break we’ve been looking for.SHERIFF(hands him a piece of paper)Have a look.GALE(reads)“A bunch of weird-looking dudes in black robes with hoods and stuff, walking around a campfire making spooky noises, like singing or something. There were a couple of cats tied up on leashes, too. The place smelled really gross.” Bob, this sounds like a nine-year-old’s description.SHERIFFUh... actually, it is. It’s from Wayne Corbett. He’s a little boy I met when he joined the Cub Scouts.GALECan we trust his description of the events?SHERIFFWayne is... not like just any little boy. He seems to have a knack for finding things. It was Wayne who found Millicent’s body. Otherwise, it could have been days, weeks maybe, before we found her. I trust him.GALEBob, I can see that in Twinsburg, I’m going to have to keep an open mind.SHERIFFWell, Twinsburg isn’t like any other town.
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET -- MORNING
NICHOLAS and PENNY are walking to school.
PENNYNicholas, I think we should go and talk to Sheriff Armstrong. We’re in a very bad situation now, and we could get into serious trouble. If someone has the pages of Millicent’s diary that implicate us in Duane’s scheme and turns them into the sheriff, then it would be too late to tell the truth.NICHOLASWhy?PENNYNo one would believe us then, don’t you see? Our only chance is to go to the sheriff right away and tell him everything.NICHOLASWe shouldn’t do anything hasty. Duane thinks Bradley Thomas took the pages. Now, if he did, I’m sure he’d try to blackmail Duane, or all three of us. But he wouldn’t just turn them in without making some kind of demands. So we’re safe for the time being.PENNYWe don’t know that Bradley has them, and we don’t know that he would blackmail us. We just don’t know any of that and we can’t risk it, Nicholas. This whole thing has gone so terribly wrong! We were just trying to do some good -- trying to save Millicent, but she’s dead and we keep getting in deeper and deeper...NICHOLAS(embraces her)It’s okay. We’re gonna be okay.
INT. LIBRARY -- MORNING
TUPPENCE enters the library and is greeted by two ELDERLY LIBRARIANS.
TUPPENCE(happily)Good morning!1ST LIBRARIANGood morning, Mrs. Collins.2ND LIBRARIANGood morning, Mrs. Collins.
Tuppence strides past them.
2ND LIBRARIANShe’s a strong woman.1ST LIBRARIANI still say it’s denial.
Tuppence greets LEIGH with a hug.
TUPPENCEGood morning, dear.LEIGHMrs. Collins, how are you? You’re holding up so well. My mother was a wreck for so long after my father’s accident.TUPPENCEIt’s hard, yes. But your company last night was tremendously helpful. I know that Millicent is gone, but I have to just pick up the pieces of my life and go on without her. It’s what she would have wanted.LEIGHYou are a special person, Mrs. Collins.TUPPENCEYou’re so sweet.
ALBERT comes in and approaches Tuppence.
ALBERTTuppence, I need to talk to you.TUPPENCEAll right. Excuse us, Leigh.
Leigh leaves the area. Tuppence begins filing papers.
TUPPENCEWhat do you want to talk about?ALBERTI’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I think we should try spending some time together. I mean, Millicent was our daughter. I know we haven’t been much of a family, but maybe we could put aside our differences and at least be friends, help each other through the difficult times.TUPPENCEAlbert, whatever we once had ended long ago. It’s over between us, and that’s something we cannot change. I’m finding human contacts and I’m beginning the healing process. I suggest you do the same. But trying to get back together will only open old wounds and make us both worse off in the end.ALBERTYes... I see your point. I mean, yes, I understand.
Albert leaves. Tuppence watches him go with a sudden, desperate yearning in her eyes.
INT. SHERIFF STATION -- LOBBY -- MORNING
GALE and SHERIFF come out of the office, hearing a commotion. FBI forensics expert DUNCAN MACNEIL is arguing with the Sheriff’s secretary, ABIGAIL VOIGT.
DUNCANLook, missy, I need to see Special Agent Gale and I need to see him now, as in right now!ABIGAILI’m sorry, sir, but you’ll have to wait until they come out of conference...GALEDuncan! Good to see you!DUNCANGale, finally! It’s good to see you! You look well!
Duncan gives Gale a robust hug, patting him vigorously on the back.
GALEDuncan, this is Sheriff Robert Armstrong.DUNCANGood to meet you, Sheriff!SHERIFFWelcome to Twinsburg, Agent MacNeil.
They shake hands.
DUNCANWhoa, wait a minute! Wake up, Sheriff! Let’s try that again!
They shake again, more vigorously.
DUNCANThought you said the corpse was a girl, Martin. Feels like somebody offed the sheriff here. Actually, though, most of the stiffs I’ve examined had a firmer grip than his!SHERIFFNow, see here...DUNCANFranklin informs me that this girl goes under tomorrow. Therefore, I suggest we begin the examination as soon as possible.
The phone rings. Abigail answers it.
GALERight you are, Duncan. We’ll--ABIGAILAgent Gale, you have a telephone call from a Professor Saltares.
Gale looks at Sheriff with excitement, then goes to the phone.
GALEProfessor, Agent Gale here. You found the source of Millicent’s poem? Excellent. I’d like to meet with you right away. Perfect. Good bye.
Gale hangs up, returns to Sheriff and Duncan.
GALEI think we’re on a roll, Bob. Why don’t you take Duncan down to the morgue while I go see the professor?SHERIFFGood idea.DUNCANAre you up to the drive, Sheriff? I hope to heaven you have power steering!SHERIFFI’ll contact Dr. Terrence.
Gale frowns at Duncan and leaves.
EXT. HIGH SCHOOL -- WEDNESDAY NOON
The school bell rings.
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY -- NOON
JAMES is at his locker. KENT comes up and opens his own.
JAMESSo there you are! Finally decided to come in?KENTI overslept.JAMESOh, okay. I saw the way that Janet was looking at you over the dinner table. I wondered what went on after I went home.KENTJust shut up, all right?JAMESFine. But your rudeness can’t spoil my good mood anyway.KENTWhat are you so happy about?JAMESWell, I just ran into a bit of good luck.KENTWhat the hell does that mean?
MEGAN walks by.
JAMESMegan! How are you?MEGANHi, James. I’m fine. How are you?JAMESJust great. On your way to lunch?MEGANYes, I am.JAMESSo am I. See you later, Kent.
James and Megan walk off together. Kent squints at them.
INT. SALTARES’ OFFICE -- NOON
GALE raps on the door. SALTARES slips something into his desk drawer.
SALTARESAgent Gale, come in, come in.GALEYou have some information for me?SALTARES(produces a large book)Indeed I do, and I hope you’ll find it very interesting. You see, Agent Gale, before the advent of our technological society, information was passed along in a manner only slightly different from our own. Minstrels would travel the countryside singing about the important events of the day, and ballads were written about nearly any kind of celebrity. The poem you found is part of just such a ballad, one that concerns the exploits of a colorful pillager, Llewellyn the Marauder. He is said to have led an army of the most evil men in Medieval Europe, roaming far and wide, raping and torturing people and plundering both hamlets and castles alike.GALEWhat’s the connection with Millicent Collins?SALTARESYou know, Millicent surprised me when I first told her about the battles of Llewellyn and his arch-nemesis, the sheriff Gruffydd. It seemed as though she had found what she’d been looking for.GALEInteresting. Were these figures real people, or merely legends?SALTARESOh, they were real enough. Well, the stories are mostly legend, a grain of truth surrounded by thick layers of nonsense.GALEI see. Professor, does your Medieval Re-creation Society ever discuss Llewellyn the Marauder?SALTARESNo, not really.GALEThank you for your help, Professor. I’m sure it will prove valuable to my investigation.SALTARESGlad to be of service.
INT. COLLEGE HALLWAY -- NOON
GALE presses the elevator call button, taking out his tape recorder.
GALERoseanne, it is 12:19 P.M. and I have just left the office of Professor Saltares. I am intrigued by his information on medieval legends about a figure called Llewellyn the Marauder. I still must find the path that led a portion of this legend to the back of Millicent’s school folder...
The elevator doors open, revealing the BOX LADY. Gale gets into the elevator beside her.
GALE and the BOX LADY stand next to each other.
GALEGood afternoon.BOX LADYMy box has another message.GALEI would like to know it.BOX LADY(looks in her box)It is this. The shadows grow longer.
CU -- GALE squints.
INT. ROSEMARY’S PASTRY SHOP -- NOON
DANI is having a cup of coffee. JANET is sitting with her.
DANIAhh, I needed that.
Janet sings softly to herself.
DANIAre you feeling especially happy or are you always this way?JANETOh, it’s just that I had a very good morning. And I’m looking forward to a very good evening.DANIJanet, I know, and I’m sure you do too, that Rosemary is a terrible blabbermouth. But I can kept a secret.JANETI’m so full of secrets, I wouldn’t know where to begin. But I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you. You know, Dani, I’d forgotten how much I loved Twinsburg. I mean, England was super, but it feels good to be home. You know, I might just decide to stay.
KIMMY comes in and looks around nervously. ROSEMARY comes to the counter and sees her.
KIMMYRosemary, I think we should talk.ROSEMARYI have nothing to say.KIMMYYou’re just acting childish.ROSEMARYI’m the one who’s childish? You started the whole thing, remember?KIMMYIt was you who wanted me to -- Look, this whole thing is idiotic.ROSEMARYThe only thing idiotic here is you, so why don’t you just leave? I don’t have the time to deal with you now, anyway.KIMMYFine, but you’re going to have to open your eyes someday, and when you do, maybe I won’t be there!
Kimmy storms out. Dani and Janet look at each other uncomfortably.
INT. MORGUE -- WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON
MILLICENT’s body is on the examining table. SHERIFF, TERRENCE, and DUNCAN are all standing with arms crossed, fuming, when GALE enters. Sheriff, Terrence, and Duncan complain to Gale as soon as he comes in.
GALEGentlemen! Please! Calm down. Duncan, what’s going on here?DUNCANThese people are hampering my investigation in any way they can, Martin! First I was kept waiting while this old fool finished his lemonade, then they refused to let me proceed with my examination of the body. I’ve heard of these small-town cover-ups. Everybody from Mayor Hayseed to Farmer Brown’s dog is involved in a conspiracy to--TERRENCEI got back from lunch just in time to stop him from drilling holes in Millicent’s forehead!DUNCANIt’s standard procedure--SHERIFFMillicent’s parents have requested an open casket viewing at the funeral home.DUNCANI could have patched her up perfectly well.TERRENCEI’ve never seen such a callous son of a--GALEDoctor, Sheriff, would you please step outside for a moment? I’m sure we can clear this up to the satisfaction of both sides.TERRENCEVery well, Agent Gale.
Sheriff hesitates, then he and Terrence step out.
GALEDuncan, I understand that you meet life with a particular gusto and find it difficult to tolerate more soft-spoken individuals, but I want you to restrain yourself and show these people some respect. Twinsburg is a place unlike any I’ve encountered, and I do not want to see the natural harmony of this town disturbed by Bureau personnel. Do I make myself clear? Good. Now, I want the results of your investigation by five o’clock today, and I want that girl’s body pristine. That’s an order, Duncan.
Duncan grumbles. Gale turns to go, but pauses at Millicent’s side and gazes at her intensely.
INT. SHERIFF STATION -- LOBBY -- AFTERNOON
NICHOLAS and PENNY enter and see ABIGAIL at her desk.
ABIGAILMay I help you?PENNYWe need to talk to Sheriff Armstrong.ABIGAILI’m afraid Sheriff Armstrong is out. Would you like to talk to one of the deputies instead?NICHOLASNo.PENNYNo, thank you. We’ll stop by later.ABIGAILAll right.
EXT. SHERIFF STATION -- AFTERNOON
NICHOLAS and PENNY leave the building. They are observed from across the street by JAMES. He gives himself a big smile.
INT. GREY’S BIKE SHOP -- AFTERNOON
ELLIOTT is behind the counter when MEGAN comes in.
MEGANHello, Elliott.ELLIOTTHi, Megan. It’s been pretty slow today. If you have a chance, I’d like you to organize these orders by part number.MEGANSure thing.
KIMMY enters, close to tears.
KIMMYElliott, can we talk?ELLIOTTSure, honey. Come on in the back.
Elliott and Kimmy go in the back. Slow pan towards Megan, sitting on a stool behind the counter, listening to Kimmy’s sobs from the back room. Megan’s eyes slowly widen. All the bicycle wheels in the shop start slowly spinning, then go faster and faster. Her throat tightens as she watches. Then she sees blood start running down the walls, and the wheels keep spinning.
BRADLEY suddenly appears.
BRADLEYMegan! Snap out of it!MEGANWhat? Oh, Bradley. I’m sorry.BRADLEYNot half as sorry as you’d be if your boss caught you zoning out on the customers like that. You’re shaking -- are you okay?MEGANI’m fine.BRADLEYOkay. Anyway, have you seen Nicholas Grey around here?ELLIOTT (O.S.)Nicholas isn’t here.
Bradley turns and sees Elliott standing in the doorway to the back room.
ELLIOTTIf you have any ideas about fighting with Nicholas, you can just give them right up.BRADLEYHey, man, I’m just looking for him. It’s nothing for you to worry about.ELLIOTTI’m Nicholas’s uncle, and I’ll decide what I worry about. You shouldn’t judge Nicholas by the company he keeps, Bradley. That’s called guilt by association, and it doesn’t wash in this country. If you have something against Duane Cartwright, that’s between you two. But where Nicholas is concerned, I make it my business to be involved.BRADLEYThat’s cool. Hey, I was just on my way out. See you later, Megan.
ELLIOTTI’m sorry about that, Megan.MEGANIt’s all right. I understand.
INT. SHERIFF STATION -- CONFERENCE ROOM -- WEDNESDAY EVENING
GALE and SHERIFF are going over the poem.
SHERIFFSo, “hoyll” is a hole! I see. That should do it.GALE(reads)When came the night’s dark melodyThen longs one with such black eyesTo run to the heart of coalAnd make the good man black in soulInto the hole of a devil’s woodsThe Marauder pierces you, if he could.SHERIFFWell, the words are plain English, but I’ll still be damned if I know what it means.GALE“The hole of a devil’s woods...”
DUNCAN enters abruptly.
DUNCANGood evening and welcome to the five o’clock news.GALEYou have the results of your tests?DUNCANThe preliminary results.SHERIFFThat was quick.DUNCANIf we can get started...? The sooner I can get to my own labs, the better.GALEProceed.DUNCANI examined the body as carefully as I was able and discovered callouses on both wrists and both ankles. The patterning of these callouses indicate to me that the girl was bound often, most recently with nylon rope, fibers of which I found in her wrists. Peculiar marks on her neck indicate that shortly before she died, she had been wearing a dog’s choke chain. I also found minute scars and burns in sensitive areas of her anatomy, indicative of a long history of physical abuse. She was also addicted to cocaine.SHERIFFI can’t believe what I’m hearing. That she was tortured before she was murdered, sure, but you’re saying she was on drugs? And she was abused?DUNCANThe facts don’t lie.SHERIFFShe always seemed to have a great life. Always so happy and friendly...GALEThat’s often the way it is with abused children, Bob. The friendliest manner often hides the deepest scars.DUNCANI was also able to find tiny fragments of the sword used to kill her embedded in her ribs. I’ll be taking them back to my lab for analysis and comparison with similar evidence from the Chavez case. It looks like a match already, Martin.GALEI know. Good work, Duncan.DUNCANWell, that done, I’m going to catch the next train out of this crossroads, and in fact, it’s leaving right now. Good day, gentlemen.
SHERIFFI just can’t believe it all. It’s almost too much to take in at one time.GALEI know the wrenching when our perceptions of someone are turned inside-out. It’s probably the most disturbing facet of my work.
ABIGAIL buzzes the sheriff on the intercom.
ABIGAIL (V.O.)Sheriff?SHERIFFGo ahead, Abigail.ABIGAIL (V.O.)There’s a James Clapsaddle here to see you.
INT. ALAN’S OFFICE -- EVENING
ALAN is on the phone.
ALANDuane, I received a call from your principal today regarding your school performance. You know what I’ve told you about that. I don’t have time for parent-teacher conferences. We should have been done with those when you left elementary school. You’re not a child anymore, Duane. When are you going to stop shooting spitwads and act like an adult? You be home tonight, mister. We will continue this discussion. No, I’m having dinner with someone. You can just wait.
Alan hangs up. ALBERT appears in the doorway, putting on his coat.
ALBERTTrouble at home?ALANIt’s nothing, Albert. Thank you for staying late to go over those contracts.ALBERTNo problem, Alan. Good night.ALANGood night.
Albert leaves. Alan is alone in the office. He gets up and looks in the mirror, straightening his tie.
JANET (O.S.)Hello, Alan. It’s good to see you. It’s been such a long time.
Alan turns around and JANET steps into the light.
INT. SHERIFF STATION -- CONFERENCE ROOM -- EVENING
GALE and SHERIFF are standing near JAMES, who is sitting. The pages of the diary are spread out on the table.
GALEWhere did you get these, James?JAMESI found them at school. In a wastebasket. I was curious, you know, because they looked like part of somebody’s diary, which they are, of course. But when I read them, I was shocked. I thought I’d better turn them in to you right away.SHERIFFJames, did you show these to anyone, or tell anyone about them?JAMESNo one knows about it but me. And you, now.SHERIFFWell, James, you’ve done the right thing. This will make all the difference in my investigation. And in Agent Gale’s, I’ll bet.JAMESI’m always glad to help.SHERIFFThank you, James. You can go.JAMESSo long.
GALEThis diary belonged to Millicent Collins.SHERIFFYeah.GALEDuane Cartwright. Penny Gardner. Nicholas Grey.SHERIFFI can’t believe it. First the autopsy and now this.GALESheriff, let me be frank. I believe you know a good deal more about Nicholas Grey than you have previously let on. I would like to know the truth.SHERIFFI used to know Nicholas when he was in the Boy Scouts. He really looked up to me, and said he wanted to be a police officer. Then he seemed to fall in with the wrong crowd. It just haunts me that it might be something I said or did that turned him off. Maybe I let him down somehow.GALEBob, no one is responsible but Nicholas himself, and now he must pay the consequences of his decisions.SHERIFFRight. I’ll have to place them all under arrest.
EXT. CARTWRIGHT HOME -- WEDNESDAY NIGHT
INT. CARTWRIGHT HOME -- DUANE’S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
DUANE is sitting in the middle of his bed, listening to music on his headphones. The room is lit by many candles. Then he sees the flashing red and blue lights of police cars. He thinks for a moment, then realizes they have stopped. He gets up and shuts off the music.
HOUSEKEEPER (O.S.)Can I help you, Sheriff?SHERIFF (O.S.)I’m sorry, ma’am, but I have a warrant for the arrest of Duane Cartwright.
Duane panics. He goes to the head of the stairs and sees SHERIFF with the HOUSEKEEPER by the front door. Sheriff spots Duane and starts up the stairs.
Duane runs back into his room and locks the door. He quickly climbs out the window. Sheriff bangs on the door.
EXT. CARTWRIGHT HOME -- NIGHT
DUANE runs across the porch roof and jumps to the ground. He runs across the yard, but GALE appears and tackles him. Duane fights back, but Gale pulls out his gun.
SHERIFF comes running up.
SHERIFFDuane Cartwright, I’m placing you under arrest for suspected drug trafficking.
CU -- DUANE squints.
INT. SHERIFF STATION -- LOBBY -- NIGHT
GALE and SHERIFF bring DUANE in past ABIGAIL. LYNDON and other DEPUTIES bring in NICHOLAS and PENNY. Penny is crying.
NICHOLASSheriff, you’ve got to listen to me! I can explain everything! It’s really not what you think!DUANEShut up, Grey!NICHOLASYou’ve got to listen to me!SHERIFFTake them downstairs and lock them up.
Lyndon and the deputies exit with Duane, Nicholas, and Penny.
SHERIFFAbigail, give me hand calling the parents.ABIGAILYes, sir.
Sheriff and Abigail go into his office. Gale finds himself alone in the now-quiet lobby, sipping a cup of coffee.
GALE“The shadows grow longer...”
A streetlight illuminates a web of high-tension wires converging atop a telephone pole.
EXT. TWINSBURG INN -- NIGHT
INT. GALE’S ROOM -- NIGHT
GALE is sleeping fitfully. A dream comes to him.
EXT. WOODS IN SUMMER -- DAY
After a burst of white light, GALE finds himself walking through a forest in his pajamas. There are no signs of modern civilization, and he breathes in the unusually fresh air. He sees a bright light moving through the trees, and it envelops him. The LADY OF LIGHT appears, a beautiful woman in a flowing white gown adorned with wildflowers. Light streams from behind her, and from her very being.
LADY OF LIGHTWhan cam the nyght his dark melodyeThanne longen one with swich black eyeFor to yronne to the hart of collAnd to maken the goode man black in soulInto the hoyll of a devil woodeThe Marauder perced thee, whan he cudde.
There is a burst of flame, and Gale turns around. The forest behind him has been replaced with desert. LLEWELLYN appears.
LLEWELLYNBlack are the stars that bring me lightBlack the souls that bring delightWither in the flames!Enter, enter into my caveMeet your killer, slave of a slave!
MILLICENT, in her formal gown, runs past Gale and into wintry woods, screaming.
LLEWELLYNI’ll scratch you with the poison clawsDance upon my name!Crush your bones within my jawsDance within the flame!
Laughing, Llewellyn vanishes in another burst of flame. The desert vanishes as well. Gale turns to see the Lady of Light wince in pain.
LADY OF LIGHTTime is of the essence!GALEThe shadows grow longer.
GRUFFYDD appears and brings Gale a cardboard box.
GRUFFYDDI am Gruffydd and I speak trueLlewellyn the one I pursueTunnels lead two waysBeware! History it repeating itself!
Millicent runs by again, exactly as she did before. The Lady of Light points at her.
GALEWait--!GRUFFYDDI am where I know everyone’s name.
Gruffydd and the Lady of Light disappear. Gale runs after Millicent into the wintry woods. Millicent appears again at a rock formation and then disappears into a small tunnel. Gale follows her in.
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET -- NIGHT
GALE emerges from a drainage ditch in his suit and tie and looks up at a house silhouetted against the night sky. He hears a person howling within.
INT. GALE’S ROOM -- NIGHT
GALE wakes up in a cold sweat, fresh green maple leaves scattered on his bed.
Special Agent Martin Gale, 34. FBI agent.
Sheriff Robert Armstrong, 36. Sheriff of Twinsburg.
Megan Thomas, 16. High school sophomore.
Bradley Thomas, 18. High school senior, Megan’s brother.
Alan Cartwright, 50. Real estate developer, mall owner.
Penny Gardner, 17. High school senior.
Duane Cartwright, 18. High school senior, Alan’s son.
Lyle Terrence, 62. Local doctor.
Rosemary Clapsaddle, 40. Owns pastry shop/catering service.
Nicholas Grey, 17. High school senior.
Elliott Grey, 42. Owns bike shop, uncle of Nicholas.
Kent Clapsaddle, 16. High school sophomore, Rosemary’s son.
Tuppence Collins, 46. Librarian.
Dani Clapsaddle, 29. Rosemary’s sister-in-law.
Janet Flynn, 39. Twinsburg native returned from England.
James Clapsaddle, 18. High school senior, Rosemary’s brother.
Lyndon Pfiffer, 26. Deputy.
Millicent Collins, 17. Murdered girl, daughter of Tuppence.
Gabriel Saltares, 44. College professor.
Albert Collins, 48. Lawyer, father of Millicent.
Abigail Voigt, 24. Sheriff’s secretary.
Duncan MacNeil, 38. FBI forensics expert.
Box Lady, 53. Local eccentric.
Kimmy Clapsaddle, 38. Sister of Rosemary.
Gruffydd. Sheriff from the Dark Ages.
Lady of Light. Mystical being.
Llewellyn the Marauder. Killer from the Dark Ages.
Leigh Pfiffer, 23. Library aide, sister of Lyndon.
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