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REVERSE, CLOSE:
YOUNG MAN -- His face registering horror at

what he sees:
he stops speaking, and the GIRL turns to look

down to see what is it he's looking at, and begins to

SCREAM...

THEIR POV.

Below, floating in the water is ANDY, wearing his bright

jacket, except it's not all of Andy. HIS HEAD IS MISSING.

CUT TO:

REVERSE:
(TIME HAS PASSED). FROM WHAT WOULD BE ANDY'S POV

-- FACES LOOKING DOWN. M.J., QUINN, SAKS AND CORONER'S

MEN...

THEIR POV. NOW RUBBER BOATS HAVE BEEN TIED IN A RING

AROUND THE BODY. DOC IS DOING HIS WORK, PREPARATORY TO

LIFTING THE BODY OUT OF THE WATER...

HE PULLS A WALLET OUT OF THE POCKET AND HOLDS IT UP TO THE

PEOPLE ABOVE.

M.J. TAKES IT. BEGINS TO LOOK THROUGH IT. SHE IS NUMB WITH

EXHAUSTION AND SORROW.

CUT TO:

INT. HELEN'S APARTMENT - DAY

Her teeth chattering, HELEN tries to talk.

HELEN:

I am not going to talk about it.

How do you know it was Andy if the

head was gone? Where is the head?

Are you looking for it? Oh, God,

why him? Because of me. I can't

talk about it. I write about

things like this, stuff it all in

books and bury it in libraries.

This is the first person close to

me who's ever died. And it's

because of me. This monster killed

him because I loved him.

M.J.

I've got to go. I've got to go.

M.J. hands HELEN her bottle of Xanax.

M.J.

How many do you need to sleep.

Really sheep?

HELEN:

W-We had a fight. I called him...

called him a name...

M.J.

Christ, Helen. The first time,

we're ahead of the son of a b*tch!

I can't leave you like this -- and

there's no time. Knock yourself

out.

Offers the Xanax again. Helen looks at the bottle...

HELEN:

(beat)

Right. Well. He's going to do

Bundy. Bundy faked injuries, wore

a plaster cast, or walked on

crutches, and asked college girls

for help -- carrying his books,

pushing his car...

M.J. starts for the door... Helen has turned to her

computer and types... meanwhile we are HEARING.

M.J. (V.O.)

Like the others -- he'll pick the

most extravagant murder -- Bundy's

three murders in one night at a...

And we SEE Helen's message on the computer screen...

PETER KURTEN, PLEASE CONTACT INTERNET HUDSONHEL@UNIVOLD.COM.

CUT TO:

INT. TASK FORCE - DAY

M.J. IS MOVING FROM DESK TO DESK... ISSUING INSTRUCTIONS, in

continuous segue from above...

M.J.

...Chi Omega sorority house. Find

out how many Chi Omegas there are

on college campuses this area.

DETECTIVE:

How far out?

M.J.

Hundred mile radius.

To the next...

M.J.

What are the FBI doing?

DETECTIVE 2

They were combing Fertility

clinics.

M.J.

You want to get onto the DMV, we

want records on all gold or yellow

colored VW bugs, any year. I want

an in-person check on every

registered owner. If it's rental --

check rental first -- get names and

location of who is driving one now.

Next station. QUINN has appeared and is listening.

M.J.

Alert Campus Security on college

campuses, all of them. They should

warn all female students with long

straight dark hair parted exactly

in the middle -- I'm serious! -- to

avoid any strange male contacts and

report any man with an apparent

handicap who tries to get them to

carry groceries or books, or push

his car...

SAKS has appeared and stands by Quinn: they both stare at

her and she becomes more and more self conscious and aware

of how impossible this is...

M.J.

(to them)

That was Bundy. He killed forty of

them, identical, long hair, parted

in the middle, alike as Barbie

dolls.

(breaks off)

...this is hopeless. Let's try to

get time for a police spokesman to

appear on college radio and TV

hookups and broadcast a warning?

QUINN:

"Spokesperson."

SAKS:

What about auto body and paint

shops; any recent VW bug repainted

to gold or yellow?

M.J. is mildly surprised at help from this source.

M.J.

You or us gonna do it?

QUINN AND SAKS TURN TO EACH OTHER: TURF WAR.

CUT TO:

FERTILITY CLINIC - DAY

NITROGEN FOG swirls as a Stainless steel tubule is lifted

out its bath of liquid nitrogen, with a long pair of tongs.

CAMERA FOLLOWS TO REVEAL PETER FOLEY, in white lab coat.

Through a glass partition, he SEES two unmistakable FBI men

enter and begin talking to the receptionist in an outside

office. HE CONTINUES ABOUT HIS WORK. CAMERA STAYS ON THE

FBI MEN AND RECEPTIONIST. CUT BACK TO WHERE PETER WAS

WORKING. THERE IS ONLY A PAIR OF RUBBER GLOVES AND LAB COAT

LYING ON THE WORK SPACE. A BACK DOOR IS CLOSING...

CUT TO:

INT. HELEN'S BEDROOM

HELEN'S BED IS EMPTY, COVERS THROWN BACK. A GLORIOUS

MORNING. THE TV'S LEAP INTO LIFE. WE HEAR OVER: HORRIBLY

CHEERFUL VOICE:

TV (V.O.)

Welcome to weekend gridlock on the

Freeways! Everybody heading for

the mountains and or the sea,

(sings)

"by the sea, by the sea, by the

beautiful sea," and my-oh-my what a

mess! On 101 south of Burlington,

we have a big rig over the side,

blocking the on-ramp..."

(etc., blah, blah)

INT. HELEN'S OFFICE - CURTAINS DRAWN - STILL NIGHT HERE...

Helen at her computer... which says

BACK ON LINE -- SORRY FOR THE DELAY.

THESE ARE CONFIDENTIAL UNIVERSITY RECORDS

REQUIRING APPROVED AUTHORIZATION

PLEASE TYPE YOUR PASSWORD:

Helen types -- 'xxxx xxxx' appears on screen. Then a

message:

DOCTOR HELEN HUDSON, YOUR ACCESS LEVEL IS THERE.

HELEN:

Any student name registered in

Crime-Psych 137 matched to titles

of term papers with any mention of

'Peter Kurten.'

What she types on SCREEN is the text for a Boolean search

for such items (research needed). She waits for a second.

SEARCH COMPLETEDSTUDENT NAMES:342

CRIME-PSYCH 137 11

TERM PAPERS736

PETER KURTEN 1

MATCHING ALL CRITERIA: PETER FOLEY

'PETER FOLEY, DOCTORAL CANDIDATE, 1991 TERM PAPER,

'PSYCHOPATHOLOGY OF SERIAL KILLER PETER KURTEN AS A SYMPTOM

OF SOCIAL UPHEAVAL AND POLITICAL VIOLENCE IN GERMANY CIRCA

1936,' UNPUBLISHED.

HELEN:

Peter Foley. Good God. You poor

sad little bore. I failed you, is

this what...?

SOUND:
HER FRONT DOOR OPENS. She starts, turns. Feet

moving toward her, but quietly, cautiously. As the

footsteps turn into the hall. She stands, reaching for

anything to defend herself with: a paperknife. She moves to

the door, raising the knife... footsteps closer... A man

turns into the office, and she launches herself, only

stopping the stab of the knife at the last split second...

ANDY. She SCREAMS!

ANDY:

Stop screaming!

She screams again. Then smothers him with kisses and

hugs...

ANDY:

For God's sake, stop -- my head! I

have the Iraqi mother of all hang-

overs. Very quiet in the hospital

zone, please.

She clings to him.

HELEN:

Where have you been? What happened

to your wallet?

ANDY:

Hal has it.

CUT TO:

INT. SQUAD ROOM - NIGHT

SAKS is sitting on edge of a desk. M.J. is standing, and

QUINN is sitting almost knee-to-knee with ANDY.

ANDY:

...then he gave me a popper and I

started to feel really wild... all

over the dance floor. Then

suddenly I was just s o stoned. And

sick? I had to race for the

john... horribly sick. Over and

over and over. I was in there a

very long time. And when I came

out they were gone. So was my

jacket which I'd tossed to Hal when

I was dancing. Hal was my...

Could I have a glass of water?

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