Shasta

SEAN:

Should keep me busy awhile.

SANDRA:

Not too long, I trust. My budget is limited, so don't try to milk this project, Mr. O'Leary.

SEAN:

Why don't you just call me Sean?

SANDRA:

Because you're my employee, not my friend.

SEAN:

Yes, Miss Love. Got it.

SANDRA:

Mrs. Love.

SEAN:

Sorry. I'll round up some tools and start tomorrow.

EXT. OLD CABIN - DAY

Sean pulls up in his car and getting out, goes to the trunk where he pulls out his tools.

LATER:

Sean pounds nails into boards as he continues fixing up the cabin. His shirt is off, revealing his muscular physique and a large scar on his back. Sandra drives up and stops. She sits in the car awhile looking at Sean working before she gets out.

SANDRA:

Good day, Mr. O'Leary. How's the work coming?

SEAN:

Well enough, I suppose.

SANDRA:

How long until you're finished?

SEAN:

Don't know. Maybe a month or so.

SANDRA:

Can't you speed it up?

SEAN:

Get me some help.

SANDRA:

That's out of the question.

SEAN:

Figured.

Sandra looks around the cabin and grounds as if she's looking for something.

SEAN (CONT’D)

Looking for empties?

SANDRA:

No, of course not.

SEAN:

Well, there ain't any.

INT. BOARDING HOUSE ROOM - NIGHT

Sean is restless and wakes up. He gets dressed and leaves the room.

INT. TAVERN - NIGHT

Sean pays the BARTENDER for a couple of beers, then leaves with them.

EXT. OLD CABIN - DAY

Sean drives up to find Sandra waiting for him. He gets out of the car.

SANDRA:

You're late.

SEAN:

I know.

SANDRA:

This a habit with you?

SEAN:

Trouble sleeping? Yeah.

SANDRA:

Listen. I need this work done and I am paying you decent money. If you slip up again, I'll have to-

SEAN:

I know, I know. Got it. Won't happen again.

SANDRA:

I'm sure you've said that before.

Sandra walks towards the car and turns around.

SANDRA (CONT’D)

You were in the war, right?

Sean nods.

SANDRA (CONT’D)

My husband was killed on Tarawa. This was our honeymoon cabin. Please do a good job.

Sandra starts to get into the car.

SEAN:

I'm sorry. I really am.

LATER:

Sean is on the roof banging shingles. He looks up and sees a flying saucer hovering over the mountainside. In shock, he drops his hammer and almost falls off the roof. The craft slowly moves and appears to disappear inside the mountain.

EXT. SANDRA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Sean knocks on the door. A few moments later, Sandra opens.

SANDRA:

Mister O'Leary! What are you doing here?

SEAN:

Got a question.

SANDRA:

And?

SEAN:

Ain't I allowed in?

SANDRA:

Long question, is it?

She motions for him to come in.

INT. SANDRA'S HOUSE, KITCHEN - NIGHT

The two are sitting at the table drinking coffee.

SEAN:

Thanks for the joe. Your husband live here? Before the war, I mean.

Sandra nods.

SANDRA:

That's your question, Mister O'Leary?

SEAN:

Won't kill you to call me Sean.

SANDRA:

All right... Sean.

SEAN:

Can I get my pay up front?

SANDRA:

No, of course not.... You're planning to skip out, aren't you?

SEAN:

You're a sharp dame.

SANDRA:

I know. Tell me, is the work too hard or is it that you're just plain lazy?

SEAN:

I ain't lazy!... Something else.

SANDRA:

Like what?

SEAN:

You wouldn't understand.

SANDRA:

What makes you say that?

SEAN:

Believe me, you wouldn't.

SANDRA:

Christ! Well, whatever it is-

SEAN:

This afternoon...

SANDRA:

Yes?

SEAN:

Never mind.

SANDRA:

Look. Either say it or-

Sean gets up to leave.

SEAN:

Look, I think I best go. Forget I asked.

SANDRA:

Been drinking?

SEAN:

Hell no!

Sandra gets up and heads for the front door, opens it, and turns to Sean.

SANDRA:

Whatever your problem is, I can't let it interfere with fixing that cabin.

SEAN:

You giving me the ax?

SANDRA:

Weren't you planning to run out anyway? Come by in the morning and we'll settle your pay.

Sean heads for the door, but stops in front of Sandra.

SEAN:

Hey, look. I wasn't serious 'bout-

SANDRA:

I'll bet you've never held a job longer than a few weeks, right?

SEAN:

You know, I was at Tarawa.

SANDRA:

Playing on my sympathy?

SEAN:

No, Miss Love. But if it were your husband who came back...

SANDRA:

He didn't.

SEAN:

Yeah, I know. Got it.

Sean heads out the door.

EXT. FRONT OF SANDRA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Sean is halfway down the front walk.

SANDRA:

Sean!

Sean turns around.

SANDRA (CONT’D)

Were you really at Tarawa?

Sean nods.

SANDRA (CONT’D)

His name was Frank... Captain Love.

SEAN:

Didn't know him. Sorry.

SANDRA:

Listen. Please, come back to work tomorrow.

BACK TO PRESENT:

INT. KNUTE LOVE'S MANSION, LIBRARY

Natalie closes the journal.

NATALIE:

A flying saucer? Give me a break.

She gets up and puts the journal back on the shelf. Nearby, she sees an elaborately carved wooden box sitting on a table, and going to it, opens it. Inside she sees a Silver Star, Purple Heart, Asiatic Pacific Campaign Medal, World War II Victory medal and a 2nd Marine Division patch. She then goes back to the shelf, takes the journal and sits down again.

FLASHBACK TO:

EXT. TAVERN - NIGHT

Sean is coming out of the bar, paper bag in hand.

EXT. OLD CABIN - DAY

Sean is on the roof hammering shingles. He stops to admire the gorgeous view, then notices bushes rustling.

SEAN:

What the...?

A Bigfoot comes into the clearing around the cabin and looks at Sean. Sean brandishes his hammer like a weapon.

SEAN (CONT’D)

Holy Shit!

The Bigfoot stares at him a while, then slowly turns around and disappears into the brush.

EXT. SANDRA'S HOUSE - LATER

Sean KNOCKS on the door, but there's no answer. A NEIGHBOR WOMAN walks out of her house and sees Sean.

NEIGHBOR:

Sandy's at work.

SEAN:

Where's that?

NEIGHBOR:

The bank.

SEAN:

Which bank?

She looks at him like he's an idiot.

NEIGHBOR:

Mister. This is Weed.

INT. BANK - DAY

Sean walks in, looks around, and sees Sandra is a teller. He walks up to her window.

SEAN:

Hey!

SANDRA:

Sean!

SEAN:

Look, I know you think I'm a lush, but I ain't.

SANDRA:

What now?

SEAN:

You wouldn't believe what I been seeing--

SANDRA:

Like what?

SEAN:

Things... Weird things.

SANDRA:

You're right. I wouldn't believe.

SEAN:

Hey, lady! I ain't lying!

SANDRA:

Yeah? How would I know?

SEAN:

You can't tell me nobody else seen weird things up there.

SANDRA:

You're right. But this much I do know. There's not much to do around here but drink.

SEAN:

So it's just all us... Look, I know what I saw.

She looks at him dubiously.

SANDRA:

I've never seen anything unusual up there.

SEAN:

Then you're a lucky dame. Say, you got a gun?

SANDRA:

A gun? Could you say that a little louder?

SEAN:

Don't get your dander up. This ain't no heist.

Sandra notices a CUSTOMER behind Sean with an alarmed look on her face.

SANDRA:

Look, just come to the house later, okay?

INT. SANDRA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Sean is sitting on the couch examining a rifle. Sandra comes into the room with a tray of coffee and pie.

SANDRA:

Does that thing work?

SEAN:

It's a Krag. Great condition. Yeah, it'll work if you got the ammo.

SANDRA:

I don't know... Maybe there's some... So, what did you see?

SEAN:

I ain't gonna say.

SANDRA:

That weird, huh?

SEAN:

You believe me, then?

SANDRA:

No. Of course not. I don't believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and, let's see... whatever it is you saw up there.

SEAN:

So what's with giving me the gun? Ain't that a risk?

SANDRA:

Don't think so. I know your kind. Anyway, if that'll help you drive nails--

SEAN:

It was a monster. I seen some kind of hairy beast.

SANDRA:

You're serious, aren't you?

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