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SHEPARD:

Nice.

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - FAMILY ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Frank's wrists are bleeding. He can't get out. But then he

sees something. Something he can use. His WATCH. Frank

struggles to unfasten the watch strap. He does it. He

pinches the metal clasp with his thumb and forefinger and

guides it to the keyhole in the left handcuff. He works it.

Nothing. Then CLICK. He's out!

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT - 1998

John Shepard fight furiously. But John has managed to get

control of the .45's TRIGGER. He squeezes it. BANG.

ANOTHER ONE. BANG! BANG!

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - MASTER BATHROOM - NIGHT - 1969

Shepard's hands are moving towards Julia's breasts. SUDDENLY

she lashes out, DIGGING HER NAILS DEEP INTO SHEPARD'S

FACE...TEARING FLESH, DRAWING BLOOD.

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT - 1998

CLOSE ON SHEPARD, struggling with John. A LARGE SCAR ETCHES

ONTO HIS FACE, in the exact spot where Julia dug her nails in

29-years ago. BANG!! BANG!!

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - MASTER BATHROOM - NIGHT - 1969

Shepard grabs Julia by the throat. Slams her against the

wall, knocking her unconscious onto the shower floor. He

touches the GASH on his face, stares at the blood.

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT - 1998

BANG! BANG! John keeps squeezing that trigger.

CLICK. CLICK. No more bullets.

Shepard lets go of the gun, heave John over and grabs him by

the neck...strangling him.

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - MASTER BATHROOM - NIGHT - 1969

Shepard is on top of Julia in the shower. He uncoils the

garrote, snaps it taut, and starts around her neck.

And then a SOUND. Instantly recognizable. Beyond adequate

description. But once you've heard it, you don't forget

it...

CHUUT, CHUUT, CHUUT: THE SOUND OF A 12-GUAGE PUMP-ACTION

SHOTGUN RATCHETING AROUND THE CORNER.

Shepard's head spins about.

FRANK STANDS IN THE DOORWAY, SHOTGUN AIMED AT SHEPARD'S FACE.

FRANK:

Get your f***ing hands off my wife.

SHEPARD:

Don't. Don't do it, Frank. You're not a

killer.

He is right. Frank hesitates. Shepard LUNGES, grabbing the

shotgun barrel.

BOOM! Frank FIRES. BUCKSHOT RIPS THROUGH THE AIR.

SHEPARD'S RIGHT HAND EXPLODES...blood spattering everywhere.

Like a wounded animal, Shepard bolts, blowing past Frank.

Frank gently wraps Julia in a towel. The fading sound of

Shepard thundering down the stairs. Out the door.

And then softer footsteps. Coming closer. Johnny appears in

the doorway. Safe and sound.

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT - 1998

SHEPARD RIGHT HAND GOES LIMP AROUND JOHN'S NECK. HE STARES

IN SHOCK AS HIS HAND BEGINS TO DISFIGURE.

John starts to choke back to life...

And then something happens. Some kind of SHOCK-WAVE ripples

through the house -- bending light - bizarrely distorting

everything in its path, including Shepard and John.

The shock-wave is over. But the house is different.

Changed.

Shepard scans the changed room - disoriented, bewildered.

CRASH! John pounces. Pounding blows to Shepard's head.

John is on top of Shepard, hands on his neck. As John

squeezes the life out of him, Shepard struggles to reach down

his leg with his good hand...

There's something down there. An ankle holster. Shepard

strains to get his hand on the gun. He does.

In a flash, Shepard has the gun to John's temple.

CLICK. Shepard c*cks back the hammer.

SHEPARD:

You were the kid. I remember now.

Keeping the gun pressed against John's temple, Shepard gets

to his feet.

SHEPARD (CONT'D)

But this time, no Daddy.

John closes his eyes. It's over, he knows he's gonna die.

SILENCE. Then a sound. A sound we've heard before. A sound

you never forget. Music to our ears.

CHUUT, CHUUT, CLICK: THE SOUND OF A 12-GAUGE PUMP-ACTION

SHOTGUN RATCHETING A ROUND IN THE CHAMBER.

Shepard looks up to see: MAN HOLDING SHOTGUN.

B-O-O-O-M:
SHOTGUN BLAST: Buckshot ripping into Shepard.

Impact lifting him off his feet. He lands dead on the floor.

CLOSE ON JOHN'S FACE

Opening his eyes. Looking up at the doorway. Blinking

through shotgun smoke, trying to focus. Not believing what

he sees.

FRANK SULLIVAN - AGE SIXTY-NINE

John looks up at his father, speechless.

FRANK:

I'm still here, Chief.

EXT. LITTLE LEAGUE BASEBALL FIELD - MORNING - SOME YEARS

LATER:

We are soaring high above a baseball diamond. Clear light

air, you can see for miles. Float down to the field...

The first taste of Spring and Softball. Picnic baskets.

Flowers. Kites flying. Children running.

The bleachers filled with families and loved ones.

Among them sits SAMANTHA. She's smiling, she's

glowing...she's pregnant. PULL BACK to reveal SATCH, GORDO,

ELLEN & GORDY JR. A dalmation puppy scampers at their feet,

barking in recognition as...

Frank Sullivan steps into the batter's box.

CLOSE ON:

Pitcher:
22 year-old African-Amerasian, a muscular beanpole.

Embroidered on the back of the his FDNY jersey is his

nickname:
PHIRE POWER.

Quick shot of first baseman. GRAHAM GIBSON - once a nervous

PROBIE, now a seasoned vet. And one hell of proud father.

GIBSON:

(to pitcher)

Take it easy on him son, he's older than

Moses.

Frank sneers at Gib, then glances up at GIB's WIFE in the

bleachers. She looks familiar, it's the girl Frank saved in

the warehouse 29-years ago.

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