Audrey Rose Page #5

My birthday's tomorrow.

Did you pick something nice for me?

Yep, it's all picked, wrapped,

ribboned and waiting to be opened.

- How about a pizza and going home?

- With cream soda?

- The works.

- Mom, let's go home.

Come on, Mom, I'm hungry.

Let's go home. We're gonna buy a pizza.

- (lvy screams)

- Ivy!

Damn it. Ivy! Lvy!

Janice, help me. Ivy!

- (screaming)

- (buzzer)

It's Kaplan, honey.

Stay with her. Stay with her.

Ivy. Ivy.

- Ah, Mr Templeton.

- How the hell did you get up here?

Please let me explain.

Please, Mr Templeton!

Come on. Please. I'm sorry.

- I'll kill you, you son of a...

- Please. Please.

Please, Mr... (chokes)

Hurry, call the police.

(lvy screams)

Stop it! Stop it!

Audrey Rose! Audrey, I'm coming.

- Bill!

- (door slams/lock clicks)

Oh, my God. Bill, the door. The door.

Get a cop.

The son of a b*tch has got my kid.

They're on the way.

- Open the door, you son of a b*tch.

- Bill!

Will somebody ring for the elevator

and get a pass key?

The guy's a kook, he's a psycho.

Will you hurry?

Bill. Bill, it's all right. He won't hurt her.

Will you keep out of this?

I've had enough of this bullshit. Hoover!

Dominick,

bring me the pass key, come on.

Open up. Hurry.

Hoover!

Hoover!

- Hoover!

- What's the trouble?

A man is in my house with my child.

He assaulted me and he's locked us out.

- Do you know this man?

- His name is Elliot Hoover.

Wait, wait, wait,

the service entrance. Of course.

My God, he's taken her. Hoover!

- Stand back here.

- Hoover!

Lvy!

Hoover!

Lvy!

They're gone.

He's kidnapped lvy.

Just today, Mr Hoover sublet a suite

on the eighth floor. Number 802.

This way. Come on.

Hoover!

We'll handle this, sir.

Mr Hoover, I'm a police officer.

Open the door.

Mr Hoover, I will ask you

once again to open the door.

- No.

- Open the door, you bastard.

That will do, sir.

Mr Hoover, please open the door.

No. There has been

enough insanity for one night.

Is there a child on your premises?

Yes. She's sleeping peacefully.

Does this child belong to this person?

- No, she's mine.

- He has no child.

He's a nut. Now break it down.

Mr Hoover, I will give you

30 seconds to open the door.

Daddy...

My name is Michael Noonan. Police

officer first class, badge number 1433.

You're under arrest on suspicion

of the felony of kidnapping.

You have the right to remain silent,

the right to legal counsel.

If you give up these rights,

anything you say

will be used against you in a court of law.

Do you understand these rights?

There is nothing more I can do than to

ask you to listen to your own heartbeat.

Just feel what you're feeling right now.

Think what you're thinking right now.

You're watching me

trying to convince you of things

that you don't care about,

you don't believe.

But I'm telling you

there are lives at stake right now

and I tell you from the bottom

of my heart this child lives.

She lives!

Audrey Rose lives!

Her soul has crossed over that veil

of darkness into a new earth life

and now resides in the body of the child

who is called lvy Templeton.

And so, four months after his arrest,

and after five hard weeks of jury selection

and the presentation

of the prosecution's case,

the defence of Elliot Hoover

finally gets underway.

Among the first witnesses

will be Gupta Pradesh,

the holy man from Benares, India,

the maharishi,

whose task it will be

to convince 12 American jurors

of the truth of reincarnation,

which will form the basis

of the defence's case -

a case unique in the annals

of Anglo-Saxon jurisprudence,

a case that has riveted

the attention of the entire world.

Many of you look upon death

as the ending to life,

a leap into an eternal nothingness

from which there is no return.

Because of this, you are filled

with dread and despair,

even rage, at the injustice of death.

We in India are not afraid of death.

Our bodies,

because they are material, can die,

but the soul, which is spirit, can never die.

That is the difference

between matter and spirit.

In India, our belief in reincarnation

inspires us to love all people.

For in the course

of our numerous rebirths,

we have been parents,

children and friends to one another.

For us, death is not the end to life,

but a momentary separation,

a fragile respite in the astral cosmos,

where the soul must wait

and through meditation seek to clothe

itself in the higher spiritual garments

before attempting rebirth

in the next earth life.

Now, please understand me.

When a person dies in my country

and we set flame to the body

and watch as it is consumed,

we do not grieve for the body that is lost,

for the Bhagavad-Gita assures us

that as a man casts off worn-out garments

and takes new ones,

so the soul casts off old bodies

and enters into others that are new,

and so our minds are freed

from the fear of death

and we are able to live each earth life

in a spiritually productive manner,

for we are certain that the end is good

and all are blessed,

even to the final atom

in the scale of being.

(he hears Hindu devotional singing)

(they sing a Latin hymn)

# Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

# Alleluia!

Freak!

We found it on one of the girls

and now it's all over the school.

In spite of everything

we tried to do to shield lvy, we failed.

I'm sorry, Mrs Templeton.

Ivy seems to love it here so.

Her nightmares have lessened

and she's been so happy.

Until this.

Will you speak with lvy

and explain to her the truth of the matter?

She doesn't understand and is frightened.

Yes, of course I will. May I keep her

with me overnight at the motel?

Certainly.

- Then I am a freak. The girls are right.

- No.

No, no, lvy,

it does not mean that you are a freak.

Now, let me see.

Well, you see, this man,

he's a very lonely man.

And he sees something in you

that reminds him of his daughter,

who he loved very much,

but he lost her.

But you can't believe that.

There's no way.

It's just not possible.

Is it possible or not?

Lvy.

Mr Hoover seems to think so.

But...

It can't be true. I'm my own self

and I'm not somebody else.

- No wonder the girls are being so mean.

- Oh, lvy.

I'm so sorry about all of this.

Listen, I'm taking you home with me.

But Sylvester will be crowned day after

tomorrow. Can't I stay for that at least?

We've all worked so hard on him.

Well...

You want to?

OK.

I love you.

And yet it'd be really wonderful,

wouldn't it, Mom?

Lt'd be fantastic.

What would be fantastic, babe?

To live for ever and ever and never die.

Wouldn't it be wonderful, Mom?

Yeah.

Yep, it would be wonderful.

It'd be really terrific.

- I love you.

- I love you too, baby.

(lvy whispers) Audrey...

Hey, Audrey.

(whispering) Audrey Rose. Audrey Rose.

Hey, Audrey Rose.

Audrey Rose.

Hey, Audrey Rose.

Audrey.

Audrey Rose.

Audrey. Audrey Rose.

Audrey Rose.

Hey, Audrey.

Audrey.

Audrey Rose.

Hey, Audrey.

Audrey.

Audrey.

Call Janice Templeton.

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