Ce script VO a été migré dans le guide de l'épisode.
1 TIGHT ON A MAN 1
He's terrified, his cheeks tear-streaked, his chin trembling.
He makes a feeble attempt, succeeding in a horrible caricature
of a smile.
Come on, put some life into it.
There's a FLASH as he snaps a photo.
TIGHT ON A POLAROID
As the PHOTO OF THE MAN spits out of the camera. We see a
hand turn the photo over, then write this on the back with a
PEN: "Expiration Date: Sunday 5 a.m." And we DISSOLVE TO:
2 OMITTED 2
3 INT. FBI HQ - DAY 3
Jess rushes in, holding her PAGER in her hand. The place is
humming. Agents rushing around everywhere. Jess finds
Brooke, who is looking harried.
I got your page at the movies with
(re the pager:)
You didn't tell me you installed a
subwoofer in this thing. It's like
having a fire alarm clipped on my
The body of a missing person was
found in Chicago this morning.
Brooke hands her the picture of A DEAD MAN, his body wrapped
in plastic. It's THE MAN WE SAW HAVING HIS PICTURE TAKEN.
Jess turns serious fast.
We need your help, Jess.
Jess hands the photo back to Brooke as if it contains
These visions I have in my dreams...
they're always about missing people.
Now that you've... found him... what
can I do?
You can help us find the next victim.
Brooke shows her a NOTE IN A BAGGIE.
This was taped to the body.
"You were too late. Now there's
another one. Tick-Tock."
And on Jess, reacting to this deadline, we FADE OUT.
END OF TEASER
4 INT. FBI HQ - DAY 4
The place is crammed with FBI agents, working the phones,
the keyboards, or running around with files. BROOKE, JESS,
and SUNNY sit at the conference table with several AGENTS.
A PHOTO of the DEAD MAN from the teaser is on a LARGE FLAT
SCREEN COMPUTER MONITOR with information scrolling beside
it. A picture of the dead man, before he was a dead man, is
on the screen.
Three days ago, Manny Clarke, a thirtytwo
year-old insurance broker,
disappeared from his girlfriend's
condo in Chicago. She found this
photograph on her refrigerator.
Sunny hits some key and brings up the image of a POLAROID of
MANNY, looking terrified. Then shows the reverse side of
the Polaroid -- there's WRITING on the back.
It says "Expiration Date: Sunday, 5
a.m." This morning Manny Clarke's
body was found in a dumpster. He'd
been suffocated. His wrists were
bound with rope and ashes were found
on his clothes. Sunny...
Brooke nods at Sunny, who brings up the image of the note
left on Manny's corpse.
There was a note on the body.
"You were too late. Now there's
Clearly there's another victim and
that clock started counting down
when Manny Clarke died.
The Chicago M.E. puts Clarke's time
of death at 5 a.m...exactly 72 hours
after he was kidnapped.
Brooke looks at her watch.
It's five p.m. now, which means we've
already lost 12 hours on the next
victim. We've only got 60 hours to
find our missing person.
(to head of Logistics:)
Logistics: Contact VICAP. Find out
if this M.O. has turned up any where
(to head of Deep
Deep Background: Examine every aspect
of Manny Clarke's life and see if
that leads to anyone who's vanished.
Forensics: I need you to examine the
work done by the Chicago C.S.I. Give
them whatever help they need.
Jess speaks up hesitantly.
So... we have to find a missing
person, but we don't know who's
The others exchange a look. This is the hard part.
That's about the size of it.
Now Jess is completely lost. Brooke slides a BULGING FILE
down the table toward Jess... along the way, the file opens,
spreading out a STREAM OF PHOTOS OF MEN AND WOMEN of ALL
AGES and RACES. There must be at least fifty pictures.
This is everyone reported missing in
the Chicago area in the last 48 hours.
Ordinarily, we wouldn't tackling
most of these cases... but one of
them could be our victim.
Jess starts to sort through the photos... it's overwhelming.
Brooke turns to the other agents.
You have your assignments. Update
me every twenty minutes.
The agents file out, leaving Brooke alone with Jess.
Brooke... I don't know if I can do
I know this is hard.
Maybe it's not even possible. I was
hit by lightning one night and woke
up with visions of missing people...
I've got no idea how it works... or
There's a life depending on it, so
we've got to try.
I will. But what if I dream about
one of these people and it's not the
Let's hope that doesn't happen.
She gives Jess a sympathetic look and leaves. Jess studies
the photos... so many lost people...so little time. And on
her look, we DISSOLVE TO:
5 INT. JESS'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 5
Jess returns home and realizes that the door to her apartment
has been jimmied. She tenses up immediately. That's when
she hears A VOICE, startling her.
Young lady, where have you been?
She turns in the direction of the voice and sees DOUG sitting
in the shadows at the kitchen table. She relaxes... a bit.
She goes in and turns on the lights.
Doug, what are you doing here?
You mean, aside from my astonishing
impression of Mom?
Doug. I don't care if you're my
brother, you can't just break into
I rearranged your spice cabinet.
I don't have a spice cabinet.
You do now.
He points to the counter where ALL OF JESS' NEW DISHES are
piled. Great. She flings open the cabinet he took them
from. It's empty. Except for a BOX OF SALT.
By the way, you're running low on a
couple of spices. I made a list.
She pulls out a chair and sits down wearily across from him.
You didn't come over here to rearrange
my cabinets. You always get
compulsive when you're upset.
You're fighting with Mom again.
It's not a fight.
It's a principled stand.
I know I have a mental condition.
I'm aware I need a certain level of
medication. But I have a right to
my feelings, even if she can't
understand them. The new pills
smother everything. I won't take
Mom doesn't know you're here, does
I didn't copy her on my itinerary.
I can't deal with this right now.
You call Mom and tell her you're
here. I've got work to do.
And she goes to her bedroom, Doug looking after her. And we
6 INT. JESS' APARTMENT - HER BEDROOM - NIGHT 6
Jess is curled up on top of the bed, asleep, the MISSING
PERSONS PHOTOS all over the floor. We PUSH IN on Jess and
Of Jess's dream. She is standing on the edge of an ABYSS...
a BIG BLACK HOLE. DOUG rushes up behind her and SHOVES HER
IN. As she PLUMMETS into THE PITCH BLACKNESS, she can see
DOUG receding behind her, LAUGHING. As Jess tumbles, she
SEES a WOMAN'S FACE, frozen in a SCREAM, in front of her.
Jess passes THROUGH the face as if it were made OF MIST.
Jess hits the bottom...rolls over on her back to see a
pinpoint of light above her. And then something covers the
lights and she's CONSUMED IN DARKNESS.
BACK TO SCENE
Jess is still sleeping, still dreaming, but it's far from
peaceful. She's thrashing around in the bed, almost like
she's trying to fight or run in her sleep. On her face, an
expression of terror.
7 INT. JESS' APARTMENT - NIGHT 7
Doug is laying on the couch, asleep, when he hears A
BLOODCURDLING SCREAM. He jumps off the couch and rushes
into Jess' room to find...
8 INT. JESS' APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT 8
...his sister sitting up, trembling and drenched with sweat,
absolutely terrified. He goes to her side and hugs her.
Jess...it's okay, it was just a dream.
No, it wasn't.
And on Jess, deeply troubled, we CUT TO:
9 INT. FBI HQ - DAY 9
Brooke looks up from her computer to see Sunny delivering a
LARGE GIFT BASKET to her.
It was left for you at the front
desk. I happened to be passing by
so I thought I'd save you the trip.
You're just nosy.
I'm jealous. Alfie doesn't send me
gifts like when we were first married.
He's down to four or five a month.
Brooke sorts through it. It's full of SOAPS, BUBBLE BATH,
BATH GEL, CANDLES, a BOTTLE OF WINE etc. Brooke is
embarrassed... and touched.
Hmmm. Someone likes a warm bath.
Is it for one... or two?
I'm a shower person myself.
There's no card.
(then, with a smile:)
I can dust it for prints if you like.
Brooke glares at her, more out of embarrassment than anger.
Don't you have work to do?
Sunny stifles her smile and hurries off. Brooke sets the
basket aside, and looks up again to see Jess coming in,
obviously very disturbed. She is holding a picture. Brooke
rises and hurries out to meet her. Jess thrusts the photo
She's the one.
The photo is of SUSAN WILHITE, a woman in her early forties,
who we will recognize from the brief flash we saw in Jess'
Brooke turns the photo over, reads the sheet attached to it.
Susan Wilhite, 44, married, mother
of two, lives in Chicago.
Reported missing yesterday afternoon
by her husband, Kenneth.
What else did you see?
Are you sure?
To a split second recall of Jess HURTLING through Susan's
face, and we're
BACK TO SCENE
Jess shudders involuntarily.
Her face was... cloudy.
What do you mean? It was hard to
see? Out of focus?
No. It was like a cloud. A swirling
fog of a face. Kind of like --
Okay, that's good. What else?
There is nothing else.
Nothing at all?
I don't know. I woke up and the
dream was... gone. I try to think
back on it, and there's nothing.
We need to know, Jess. Any detail,
no matter how small, could be crucial.
I don't remember.
Brooke sighs with frustration. Checks her watch. Comes to
You better come with me.
Where are we going?
Susan Wilhite's house in Chicago.
Maybe it will give you something
more to dream about.
And we CUT TO:
10 INT. WILHITE HOUSE - DAY 10
SUPERIMPOSE: CHICAGO. WILHITE RESIDENCE.
Sure, it's easy to bash suburbia -- until you see this kind
of perfect family home. Well, perfect except for the squad
of FBI FORENSICS AGENTS rampaging through it. KENNETH
WILHITE, 40s, tries to ignore the agents searching his house,
and focus on Brooke, as they walk together. Jess wanders
through the house, looking, touching, feeling. Outside, the
Wilhites' children, ages 6 and 8, play in the backyard.
Something's really wrong, isn't it?
Why do you say that, Mr. Wilhite?
Yesterday, when I called the police,
they took my name and told me to
call back after three days if Susan
hadn't come home. Now...
He gestures at the storm of investigative activity.
We just want to find your wife.
(to an Agent:)
Make sure you dust all the windows,
inside and out, for prints.
But that's only half the sentence,
We just want to find your wife --
before... Because... In case... What's
the part you're leaving out?
Where were you when your wife
disappeared, Mr. Wilhite?
I took the kids to church, then out
Less than twelve hours after you got
home from Disneyworld?
What difference does it make?
I have to ask these questions. Until
we know what happened, we have no
way of knowing what's important and
(to another agent:)
Check all the drains in the house
and have whatever you've vacuumed
from the carpets sent directly to
our lab in Indianapolis.
Wilhite calms down, but his nerves are still on edge.
After four days of unadulterated
consumerism, Susan thought Thomas
and Lizzie should be reminded of
what's really important.
Why didn't she go with you?
She'd been on hold with the airline
half the night. I let her sleep.
They lost one of our bags. The one
with all our souvenirs, of course.
She wanted to get it back before the
kids realized it was gone.
And yes, that was the other reason
for going to church.
That's when SPECIAL AGENT CHET RYKER, 30s, appears in the
doorway, motioning to Brooke.
She gets up and goes over to Chet, who offers his hand.
I don't think we've had a chance to
meet. I'm Special Agent Chet Ryker,
Brooke Haslett. What's up?
He leads her across the room. We GO BACK to Jess, who is
admiring a shelf of HANDCRAFTED POTTERY FIGURINES.
These are beautiful.
Susan makes them. She wants to sell
them on e-bay, put the money in the
kids' college fund.
Jess takes one off the shelf.
I love this.
That's when a little voice says:
Jess turns to see a little boy, age 8, has joined them.
Maybe Mom will make one for you.
I'd like that very much.
Tommy looks up at his father.
When is Mommy coming home?
Tommy smiles and runs off to play with his sister. Wilhite
You're not one of them, are you?
He motions to one of the agents.
I'm with the FBI.
With them, not of them.
(off her look)
What's really happening? Where's my
wife? You can tell me.
The pleading on his face is so urgent, it breaks Jess's heart.
But she can't say what she knows.
We'll find her, Mr. Wilhite. Excuse
She leaves the room. Jess heads towards Brooke and Chet.
10A OMITTED 10A
Chet hands a Polaroid photo to Brooke.
This was under the workbench.
Why didn't the police find it?
No reason to look. It's not an active
case until the subject's been gone
Which means they'll start looking
for her as soon as she's dead.
Brooke looks down at the IMAGE OF SUSAN WILHITE on the
POLAROID Chet has given her (the picture is in an EVIDENCE
BAGGIE). Then flips it over to see the handwriting:
EXPIRATION DATE: WEDNESDAY, 9 AM.
We have 48 hours to find her.
And on her concern:
END OF ACT ONE
11 INT. FBI JET - DAY / INT. FBI HQ - LAB - DAY 11
SUPERIMPOSE: FBI JET
"TIME REMAINING: 47 HOURS, 22 MINUTES."
Jess lies on the couch in the back of the plane, trying to
relax, trying to sleep. Brooke is ON THE PHONE with Sunny,
who is back at FBI HQ. MANNY CLARKE'S PICTURE is up on the
VIEW SCREEN beside SUSAN WILHITE'S.
Manny Clarke lived in Park Slope,
Brooklyn, worked for First Fidelity
Casualty in Manhattan, and traveled
frequently, often to Chicago, where
his girlfriend Carol Tamlyn is a
medical supplies rep with Allied
MedTech. He visited her this time
on his way back from a business trip
Contact the local police and our
field office in Houston. Have them
retrace every move Clarke made. If
he bought a hot-dog on the street, I
want to know who he bought it from
and what he put on it.
What about forensic evidence?
The rope used to bind his wrists was
a twisted synthetic fiber, a Dacron
and polypropelene blend made by the
Tiemaster company and sold under a
variety of brand names at any hardware
Any chance of tracing it?
Three hundred and fifty thousand
feet were sold in Illinois alone
The ashes found on Manny Clarke were
from some kind of refined grain.
Again, nothing unique or traceable
on its own.
The killer was burning grain? Why?
Could be some kind of ritual
sacrifice. Pagan. Appollonian.
Even Aztec. Or maybe he was making
breakfast and overcooked his oatmeal.
Let's see what else we can find out
about the ash. What do we know about
Full-time mother, amateur potter.
Husband Kenneth owns a small chain
of pet stores.
Did she or anyone in her family ever
do business with First Fidelity?
Nope. And as far as I can tell,
they haven't used an Atlas MedTech
There must be a connection between
Manny Clarke and Susan Wilhite.
So far, all we can confirm is that
they're both members of the human
race who happened to be in Chicago.
I'd really like to narrow that down
just a little. There's a reason the
killer chose these two people. Find
it and we find him.
END INTERCUT. Brooke HANGS UP THE PHONE, gets up and moves
to the back of the plane...
12 INT. FBI JET - REAR COMPARTMENT 12
...where Jess is lying on a couch in the back, holding the
photo of Susan Wilhite.
Brooke starts to back away, quietly, not wanting to wake
her. But Jess opens her eyes, turns to her.
How's it coming?
(glances at her watch:)
Soon, I hope. I know we can find
her, I just don't know if we can do
it in 47 hours without some help.
Brooke takes a seat across from her.
I don't know anything about visions.
But I have a feeling they're a lot
like tennis. When I'm relaxed, I
can serve the ball and make it land
exactly where I want. But when it
really matters, I start to try. I
start to think. And it all goes to
Isn't thinking a good thing?
Not in tennis. It's got to come
straight from the subconscious.
Thinking just gets in the way.
That's not my problem.
You start thinking about it, then
you think about not thinking about
it and then--
You don't understand. I just can't
Brooke looks at her for a long moment.
Yes, you can. You're just under too
much pressure here. We're almost
home, Jess. I'm sure you'll sleep
in the peace and quiet of your own
And on Jess' anguish, and Brooke's concern, we CUT TO:
13 INT. JESS'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY 13
SUPERIMPOSE: "TIME REMAINING: 45 HOURS, 34 MINUTES"
The curtains are drawn. An aromatherapy candle soothes the
air. Quiet MUSIC softly drowns out the sounds from outside.
Heck, we're getting sleepy just describing the scene. Jess
lies on her bed, her eyes fluttering closed, on the brink of
sleep, when she sees a LIGHTNING FLASH MEMORY OF:
from her dream -- Jess plummeting through the void and the
sound of DOUG LAUGHING and --
BACK TO SCENE
Jess's eyes flash open. She's breathing hard, terrified.
Tries to get herself under control again. She takes a deep
breath, relaxes her muscles, slowly closes her eyes. And
sees another LIGHTNING FLASH MEMORY OF:
falling, screaming, terrified. And DOUG'S LAUGHTER making
it even worse.
BACK TO SCENE
Jess bolts up in bed, sweat dripping off her face, gasping
for breath. This is useless. She can't sleep. That's when
she hears VOICES from the other room.
14 INT. JESS'S LOFT - KITCHEN - DAY 14
Doug and her mother TONI argue furiously, loud and emotional.
Do you want to go back to the
I want to think for myself, Mom
Like last time? Do you remember
what happened last time?
I was happy!
You almost died!
That's when Jess appears in the doorway, still shaken by the
memory of her dream...
Can you keep it down? I'm trying to
How long were you going to let him
hide here? Did you even care that I
was going out of my mind worrying?
He said he'd call you. I really
need to sleep right now.
I won't take those pills.
You know better than to take his
word on something like that. How
could you be so irresponsible?
You can't force me to do this.
Not with your sister enabling your
illness, I can't.
Leave Jess out of this.
She's already in it.
It's all too much for Jess. She explodes.
Stop it! Both of you!
Doug and Toni freeze. Jess never yells.
There's a woman out there. A woman
with a husband and two kids.
They're waiting for her to come home.
But she's not going to come home.
She's going to die.
She's going to die unless I help
find her. But I can't do that if I
can't sleep and you won't let me!
She turns and storms out. And on Toni and Doug's shock:
15 INT. FBI HQ - DAY 15
SUPERIMPOSE: "TIME REMAINING 45 HOURS, 5 MINUTES"
Brooke stands next to the giant flatscreen monitor that churns
through photos and information about the two victims,
searching for a connection. She ignores it, instead working
at a DRY ERASE BOARD, which is now COVERED with photos of
MANNY CLARKE and SUSAN WILHITE... with LINES connecting them
to their HOMES, FAMILY MEMBERS, JOBS... but no LINES
connecting them to each other. She stares at the board,
fighting exhaustion. Coyle watches for a moment before coming
up to her.
We've got a new gadget here. Called
I'll remember that when I feel like
a game of Solitaire.
(off his look:)
I need to see the connection. Have
it all in front of me.
Maybe there is no connection. Maybe
it's completely random.
No such thing. There's a reason
these two people were chosen.
Then why hasn't the computer found
Because the computer only searches
for what we tell it to.
Maybe the connection is only in the
killer's mind -- a pun, a metaphor,
an anagram, something it's not
programmed to find.
Washington wants to hear we're going
to find this woman alive. I think
it's time to lower their expectations.
But Brooke doesn't hear him -- because she's staring at the
board, realization dawning on her.
Or maybe it's so obvious we've looked
right past it.
Manny Clarke came here from Houston.
Susan Wilhite was on vacation in
Orlando. The one thing they had in
common -- they both flew into O'Hare.
Along with a half million other
That's why the computer didn't kick
it out -- it's not specific enough
to be a useful match.
(off her look:)
Did they at least fly on the same
Wouldn't that be nice.
Brooke glances at the details on the board, then shakes her
Different airlines. Different days.
Manny Clarke rented a car. Susan
Wilhite's minivan was in long-term
So all we need to do is go through
thousands of airport employees and
hundreds of thousands of passengers,
and we've got our guy.
Brooke's already on the move, grabbing A PASSING AGENT.
Stan -- talk to the Transportation
Security Administration. We need
background on everyone who works at
STAN nods and rushes off. Brooke finds Sunny.
I want airport security camera footage
from an hour before to an hour after
each victim's arrival.
All of them.
You're talking about hundreds of
cameras and thousands of hours of
Just get it.
Sunny shrugs and heads off. Coyle looks Brooke in the eye.
We'll find the connection.
Maybe in a month, but not in 45 hours.
I'm going to alert DC there's going
to be another victim.
We still have time.
Coyle looks past Brooke to see Jess' office.
More importantly, is she?
And on his look, and Brooke's uncertainty, we CUT TO:
16 INT. FBI HQ JESS'S OFFICE - DAY 16
Jess sits on the couch, staring at the ground, barely looking
up as Brooke comes in, under pressure, tired, and showing
it. Jess looks up at her, anguish on her face.
I know. But we're running out of
Do you think I don't know that? Do
you think I don't care?
What you know, what you care about,
that's doesn't matter. Right now,
all that matters is finding that
I woke up one morning and I had
this... gift. I could see people in
trouble. I could help them. But I
can't make- it happen, and right now
it doesn't feel like much of a gift.
Jess, you've saved lives.
Not me. I didn't do anything. It's
this... thing that happens when I
sleep. I don't understand it.
As long as you get results --
But I'm not! And I don't know how
to change that. I can't summon a
vision, I can't control this power.
I'm like a TV -- when I'm working I
can show you whatever you want to
see, but unless someone else hooks
up the cable, I'm just an empty box.
Brooke realizes how hard she's been pushing Jess and what
Jess must be going through.
Great. Two votes for the empty box.
Maybe we have taken your gift for
granted. That's not fair to you --
but we can't deal with that now. We
have to find Susan Wilhite.
I don't know what to do. Every time
I close my eyes...
She throws up her hands.
There's something we haven't tried
yet. Inducing sleep... Medically.
Drugs? I don't even like to take
aspirin for a headache...
We have to try this...
Okay. I'll do it.
And on her determination:
17 INT. FBI HQ - LAB AREA - LATER 17
SUPERIMPOSE: "TIME REMAINING: 43 HOURS, 34 MINUTES"
Jess lies on a couch, hooked up to all kinds of WIRES and
READ-OUTS as an FBI MED-TECH GUY prepares an I.V. Jess' CELL
Hey, Hunter. How are you?
I'd love to hang out with you tonight.
The thing is...
She glances at the MED-TECH preparing the IV. She swallows
I'm kind of tied up right now.
I don't know about tomorrow either.
But I really want to see you. I'll
She hangs up just as Brooke comes in. Jess glances nervously
at the needles, IV bags, etc.
I really didn't think there'd be a
needle involved. Couldn't I just
take a sleeping pill with a glass of
If all we wanted was a good night's
sleep. We need to control how long
you're out and we need to wake you
as soon as you emerge from the R.E.M
state. You had trouble remembering
what you saw before -- we don't want
that problem this time.
The Med-Tech INSERTS THE IV NEEDLE into Jess' arm. She
I always wondered if that would hurt.
In a minute, you won't feel anything.
Will you talk with me 'til then?
Brooke would rather not, the watch on her wrist weighs a ton
right now -- but she can see Jess looking nervously at all
the readouts, all the machinery. Trying so hard not to think
Sure. What do you want to talk about?
How about Sunny? What do you know
Enough to give her the job. She's a
brilliant analyst. She was on the
fast track in DC.
What knocked her off?
Her husband's promotion. The software
company he works for sent him here a
few years ago...so she requested a
transfer, too. Nobody in the FBI
decides to be in Indiana. It gets
decided for you.
Maybe she doesn't care what track
You don't become a PhD at 25 just to
have something to hang on the wall.
She's an achiever. I'm familiar
with the type. Very.
You mean... she like you?
Well, in my case it was a law degree.
You never told me you were a lawyer.
We all have dark secrets. I worked
in the D-A's office. But it was
about compromises, cutting deals. I
was interested in ... justice. So,
I joined the Bureau.
Jess is finally getting sleepy, her eyelids becoming heavier.
And she's talking slightly... dopey.
See, this is the sort of stuff you
need friends to talk about.
I have lots of friends.
But they're all in D.C. You're in a
new town. You need friends. Like
Sunny, for instance... or...
Isn't Jess supposed to be unconscious by now? Brooke looks
hopefully at the med-tech guy, but he's busy monitoring Jess.
I've got the mystery guy.
What mystery guy?
I don't know. That's why it's a
mystery. He's been sending me
flowers. And soap.
I know it sounds silly, but it's
also kind of... romantic. I suppose
I could find out who he is... I mean,
that's what I do for a living ...
but I'm afraid if I do, it might
ruin things. What do you think?
Brooke turns to Jess for answer and discovers she is FAST
ASLEEP. Brooke exits, relieved--
18 INT. FBI HQ - DAY 18
-- collides with Sunny, who drops the file he was carrying,
spilling a half-dozen PHOTOS on the floor.
Sorry. I haven't had much sleep.
They both bend down to pick up the pictures. Brooke looks
at the top one -- a FIFTEEN YEAR-OLD BOY.
What is this?
Coyle ordered me to contact the
Chicago PD and get copies of all
missing persons reports as they come
He's giving up on Susan Wilhite and
moving on to next victim.
Brooke glares in the direction of Coyle's office, where he's
talking on the phone, oblivious to her.
He thinks we're going to fail.
I don't think so. I think he's
protecting us from their expectations,
he's buying us some time.
I hadn't thought of it that way.
What do you have?
Sunny sorts through the pictures.
Joshua Tate, 15, packed his things
and left an email for his parents
saying he was going to LA to become
Tom Banks, 29... didn't show up at
an Atmospheric Sciences Symposium to
deliver his paper on "Linear Eddies
In Cumulus Cloud Formations."
Charlie Pruitt, 54, left on a fishing
Brooke yanks the photo of TOM BANKS from Sunny's grasp.
Did Banks come in through O'Hare?
Flew in from Rochester.
(then to Brooke:)
What the sudden interest in
Jess said Susan Wilhite's face in
her dream was like a cloud.
That's a stretch.
We're relying on her dreams to help
us solve cases. Nothing is a stretch
So you're off to Chicago.
While I'm gone, find out everything
you can about Tom Banks.
What about Coyle?
He's got to play politics. I don't.
Brooke hurries off. And we CUT TO:
19 INT. HOTEL - DAY 19
SUPERIMPOSE: EDGEWATER HOTEL, CHICAGO
"TIME REMAINING: 40 HOURS, 13 MINUTES"
Brooke and Special Agent Chet Ryker march down the hall,
putting on PLASTIC GLOVES as they go.
Mr. Banks checked in Saturday morning.
According to the maid who services
this floor, the room hasn't been
And no one said anything?
People meet people... have liaisons,
if you know what I mean...according
to the hotel manager, it's not unusual
for a guest at one of these events
not to occupy their own room for
several days. No one noticed he was
gone until his speech.
They reach the room. Chet unlocks the door. Brooke steps
in slowly, followed by Chet. There's a LAPTOP BAG on the
table, a coat draped over a chair. Chet starts opening
drawers. They're empty. Brooke opens the closet. There's
a POLAROID clipped to a hanger. Brooke snatches it. It's
Tom, looking utterly terrified.
Looks like we just found victim number
Brooke flips the Polaroid over. There's a message.
Victim number two.
Chet looks confused. Brooke hands him the Polaroid.
"Expiration Date: Tuesday, 9 a.m."
Tom Banks was taken 24 hours before
Susan Wilhite. Our time has just
been cut in half. In 16 hours, this
man is going to die.
And on her look, and Chet's realization, we FADE OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
20 INT. FBI HQ - KITCHEN - DAY 20
SUPERIMPOSE: "NEW DEADLINE. TIME REMAINING: 14 HOURS, 50
The place is even more frenzied than before. Jess staggers
groggily out of the lounge to the kitchen, where an exhausted
Sunny is making herself a much-needed cup of coffee. Jess
has just come out of sedation... and looks it.
Good morning. Good night. Whatever.
Jess takes a mug and reaches for the pot... but Sunny yanks
it from her reach.
This isn't for you.
What did you say?
You can't have any of this coffee.
Jess glares daggers at her, which amuses Sunny enormously.
I may not have a badge, but I'm a
full-fledged member of this team. I
can drink from the same pot as the
Jess grabs for the pot, but Sunny yanks it away again with a
You really think a caffeine jolt is
gonna help you sleep?
Oh. Right. Sorry.
I never been sedated before. I guess
it makes me cranky. And stupid.
I didn't dream.
I know. We were watching your EEG.
I want to sleep. I want to dream.
But as soon I close my eyes, I freak
out. I can't breathe, my heart is
pounding, I'm dizzy. I want to throw
Jess has a LIGHTNING FLASH MEMORY of
from her dream -- Jess plummeting through the void and the
sound of DOUG LAUGHING and we're --
BACK TO SCENE
as Jess fights the fear. Sunny studies her thoughtfully.
That's okay. You did what you could.
I want to do more. I'm still trying.
But the little bit you already gave
us helped a lot.
There's been another victim. His
name is Tom Banks...and he's only
got ten hours left.
Just ten hours? I don't understand.
The killer snatched him before Susan
Wilhite. But we wouldn't know about
him at all if it wasn't for your
cloud-face-vision thing. You did
Sunny walks away, Jess looking after her, feeling like crap.
21 INT. FBI HQ - ELSEWHERE - DAY 21
Brooke is just coming out of the conference room as Sunny
Can I give you some unsolicited
21 CONTINUED: 21
Will it help me find Susan Wilhite
and Tom Banks before they expire?
I think you should talk to Jess.
She's having panic attacks whenever
she tries to sleep.
What's she afraid of?
If I had to guess, I'd say something
scared her a long time ago, probably
when she was a child. Scared her so
much she completely buried the memory.
Until she saw something in a vision
that tapped into her fear. Now her
mind has shut off access to her
subconscious rather than deal with
whatever she buried.
That's some guess.
My Mom's a shrink... try growing up
with that... and I've spent a little
time studying psychology... just so
I could win an argument with her
once in a while.
So what do you recommend we do about
Get her with a therapist who could
earn her trust and help her find the
courage to face her crippling fear.
Let's do it.
Great. It shouldn't take more than
a couple of months for Jess to work
through her issues.
Unless the therapist is a Freudian --
then it could be decades.
We have 12 hours.
So we need to jump start it. We
need someone in the room she already
trusts, so she feels safe enough to
confront what's scaring her. A
Brooke gets the message.
She's only known me for a few weeks.
Why is she going to think of me as a
Maybe if you treat her as yours.
Share with her. Bond.
Fine, but since it's your idea, you're
going to be there too.
All right. The Bureau keeps a
therapist on retainer... I'll book
First, give me what you have on Tom
He came from Rochester for a weeklong
climatology convention. He's
carrying two mortgages and a couple
thou of credit card debt. Married
for thirteen years, faithful as far
as anyone can tell. Wife's been
notified, she's flying in.
He was supposed to be here a week?
(off her nod:)
There was only one bag in his room --
his laptop carry-on.
I'm thinking even Atmospheric
Scientists like to change their
underwear once in a while.
Brooke moves past Sunny into the conference room and goes
to the big dry-erase board, studies the scribbles for a
moment, then points to something.
There. Susan Wilhite's husband said
she was on hold with the airline for
three hours on the day she
disappeared. They lost her suitcase
full of souvenirs. That's our
I'll find out if Manny Clarke and
Tom Banks also reported lost bags.
Don't wait for the results. Call
our agents in Chicago. Tell them to
start looking at the baggage handlers
who worked those flights.
Brooke marches out and we CUT TO:
22 EXT. CHICAGO AIRPORT - TARMAC - DAY 22
SUPERIMPOSE: O'HARE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
"TIME REMAINING: 13 HOURS, 42 MINUTES"
FBI Agent Chet Ryker approaches THREE BAGGAGE HANDLERS who
are tossing SUITCASES onto a CONVEYOR BELT from a LUGGAGE
Hey, fellas. Can I talk to you a
BAGGAGE HANDLER #1
Talk slow. We're paid by the hour.
I'm on a clock, too. Only I don't
have time to spare.
BAGGAGE HANDLER #2
You don't look like you punch a time
Chet flashes his ID.
Chet Ryker. FBI.
Suddenly BAGGAGE HANDLER #3 bolts.
Chet leaps over the conveyor belt and gives chase, tackling
the guy into an OPEN LUGGAGE TRUCK full of SUITCASES. They
both tumble through to the other side in a cascade of luggage.
Chet wrenches the man's hands behind his back, eliciting a
painful yelp from the baggage handler, and yells in his ear.
Where are they?
BAGGAGE HANDLER #3
In the trunk of my Impala.
Chet handcuffs the man and yanks him to his feet.
Are they still alive...or have they
BAGGAGE HANDLER #3
I suppose some of the batteries are
And on Chet's look, we CUT TO:
22A THE TRUNK OF AN IMPALA 22A
Being popped open, to reveal DOZENS OF CAMERAS, CD PLAYERS,
and CAMCORDERS inside. We PULL BACK to reveal Chet, the
handcuffed baggage handler, and a dozen COPS looking into
You were stealing electronics out of
BAGGAGE HANDLER #3
Bags break. Things fall out. I
keep them here as customer service
so they don't get lost.
The other two baggage handlers who
were with you tonight, did they also
work Thursday morning, Saturday
morning, and Sunday afternoon?
BAGGAGE HANDLER #3
Them and Earl. But he hasn't been
And on Chet's look, we CUT TO:
23 INT. FBI HQ - JESS OFFICE - DAY 23
SUPERIMPOSE: "TIME REMAINING: 13 HOURS, 8 MINUTES"
Brooke comes in to find Jess looking at a picture of Tom
Nothing's happened yet, but I'm sure
What's up? *
Did Sunny tell you she's setting up *
a session with a therapist? *
Yeah, I like that idea even less *
than the medication. *
Brooke would like nothing more than to walk out the door.
But she forces herself to speak.
Speaking of which... what you said *
before. When we gave you the
medication. About me not having any
friends in Indianapolis. You were
I'm sure you'll make some, soon. I
guess I'd better get back to work.
But Brooke sits down. Stiff, yes, and thoroughly
uncomfortable, but she's going to do this.
Fact is, I don't have time for many
friendships. My work keeps me too
No, not always. In college, I had a
roommate. Alice. We were really
tight. We --
This is ridiculous.
Sunny's idea. I'm supposed to share
with you, then we bond, so you feel *
like you have a friend in the therapy *
session and boom, the panic attacks *
I don't think it'll be that easy.
What happened with Alice?
(off her look:)
So it's not a cure. I still want to
She was murdered? And that's why
you joined the FBI?
No. She had cancer. She was 22.
Must have been terrible having your
friend suffer like that.
I was okay. As long as I didn't see
her. Or think about her. Soon as I
did, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't
stand. I just wanted to run.
Panic attacks. Like me.
That's right. Funny, Brooke never put that together.
How did you get over them?
Alice died. I was there when she
Brooke's cell phone RINGS. She snatches it up.
(then, to Jess:)
We've got him.
And on her triumph:
24 INT. EARL PEVNEY'S HOUSE - NIGHT 24
"TIME REMAINING: 8 HOURS, 57 MINUTES"
A bleak little house in a bleak corner of suburban Chicago.
The door is bashed in towards us. FBI AGENTS and SWAT
OFFICERS swarm in, led by BROOKE. She motions to some SWAT
OFFICERS who rush forward with a BATTERING RAM. The door
EXPLODES off its hinges and the agents POUR IN, guns out.
25 INT. EARL PEVNEY'S HOUSE - NIGHT 25
Earl Pevney, in sweats and a t-shirt, makes a run for the
back-door, but Chet Ryker is waiting, gun leveled right at
Pevney's face, a team of AGENTS behind him. Brooke comes up
FBI. On your knees, hands on your
Pevney looks at Brooke, blows her a kiss, and drops to his
knees. While Chet handcuffs Pevney, AGENTS call out "CLEAR"
from various corners of the house. Brooke acknowledges them
and gets on her radio.
The house is clear.
It's over, Pevney. Tell us where
He just smirks at her. Brooke holsters her gun and glances
at Chet as Jess comes in, along with the FORENSICS TEAM.
Get him out of here. I'll talk to
(to Forensics team:)
Take this house apart, down to the
Is it him?
Brooke leads Jess into the living room and motions to the
wall. Above the mantelpiece are THREE BASEBALL CAPS, mounted
like ANIMAL HEADS. One cap is SOUVENIR FROM ORLANDO, another
says "CLIMATOLOGISTS DO IT IN THE CLOUDS," another has the
FIRST FIDELITY LOGO on it.
Those are his trophies.
And on the horrible realization:
26 INT. CHICAGO PD - NIGHT 26
SUPERIMPOSE "TIME REMAINING: 4 HOURS, 37 MINUTES"
Brooke stands with Jess and Chet in the observation room,
looking through the one-way glass at Earl Pevney in the
INTERROGATION ROOM, sitting casually in his chair, utterly
relaxed. Brooke refers to a file.
We ran his prints. It turns out
Earl Pevney aka Arnold Erskine, has
been in and out of mental institutions
all his life. He started torturing
pets when he was a teenager...and
graduated to attempted rape, attempted
kidnapping, and attempted murder.
Looks like he finally got it right.
Why did he wait until now to start
taunting the police?
Because he wasn't getting the
attention he wanted before.
He lived in Baltimore and Detroit,
changed his ID and moved to Chicago.
VICAP found killings in both cities
that match his M.O.
Brooke gives them a look, then goes into...
27 INT. CHICAGO PD - INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT 27
She takes a seat across from Pevney, who doesn't even
acknowledge her presence.
As she begins talking, we INTERCUT with Jess, who watches
from the other side of the one-way glass.
You refused a lawyer. Does that
mean you're ready to confess?
Pevney just looks at her, disinterested, as if she were
talking about nothing.
Why bother? We know everything.
Your garage was full of stolen
luggage...including the bags belonging
to Manny Clarke, Susan Wilhite and
She studies Pevney. He gives her nothing back.
We know you grabbed them when you
came to deliver their lost baggage.
We even know how you picked them.
We saw your trophy collection.
He acknowledges her now with a look of smug satisfaction.
It was like a scavenger hunt for
you, wasn't it? Going through the
bags, looking for a baseball cap.
Whoever had one got nabbed. What is
it about caps that gets you off,
She leans forward provocatively.
Inflatable women too intimidating
But Earl won't be provoked.
If you don't help me, you are going
to die. They will strap you down
and give you the needle. You can
save yourself. Just tell us. Where
He shifts his gaze from her and glances at the mirror...
it's like he's looking right at Jess, who instinctively takes
two steps back from the glass. He smiles, as if he can see
that, too. Without shifting his gaze, he says:
1-800-MISSING: "Insomnia" 41.
Green Script - June 18th, 2003
27 CONTINUED: (2) 27
And on Jess' horror, we FADE OUT.
END OF ACT THREE
28 INT. CHICAGO PD - BULLPEN - NIGHT 28
TIME REMAINING: 3 HOURS, 42 MINUTES
Brooke snaps out orders to assembled agents and officers.
I want to know where Pevney was every
second of the last three days.
Somebody must have seen something.
The assembled masses rush off to their tasks. Brooke turns
to find Jess standing behind her.
Jess, if you're ever going to help
us with this, it has to be now.
We've arranged a session with a
therapist. So you try to work through
this... get to the root of the panic
I really don't want to do this.
We have to. If there's anything I
can do to help...
Tell me how you did it.
What do you mean?
You said you were with your friend
Alice when she died. But you said
the panic attacks didn't stop until
after she was gone. How did you
conquer the fear?
Now Brooke sees where she's going.
I didn't. But I realized if I gave
into it, I'd lose the chance to see
my best friend before she went.
That was worth fighting through the
But you never conquer fear. But if
you're strong enough, you can face
it. And live with it.
Okay... let's try this session. I
think I can do it. If you help.
And on their look:
29 INT. CHICAGO PD - LOUNGE - NIGHT 29
SUPERIMPOSE: TIME REMAINING: 3 HOURS, 14 MINUTES
It's as dark as they can get it. Jess lies on the couch,
her eyes closed, a Therapist, DR TILMAN, works with her.
Sunny and Brooke are sitting next to her.
Just relax. Let yourself go.
Easy for you to say.
Take deep breaths, let them out
Imagine yourself floating gently on
the water... weightless, completely
29A INT. CHICAGO PD LOUNGE - LATER 29A
You are still in control, Jess. You
are so relaxed... your senses are
heightened. Your hearing... your
taste. Your memory.
29B INT. CHICAGO PD LOUNGE - LATER 29B
Let's find that place, Jess. That
place that makes you so afraid.
Jess does -- and gets a LIGHTNING FLASH MEMORY of THE ABYSS.
She stiffens, her eyes flash open, terrified.
I'm here, Jess. Nothing's going to
What scared you?
I was falling.
It was dark, that's all I know. But
I don't mind the falling. It's the
Jess closes her eyes and gets ANOTHER LIGHTNING FLASH OF
MEMORY. But this time she keeps her eyes closed, despite
the panic wracking her body.
May I talk to her?
It's Doug. He's laughing at me.
Because you're falling?
I don't know!
It's just a dream!
She's breathing hard now, sweat beading on her brow.
It's something real, Jess. Something
you don't want to remember. But you
have to. Why is Doug laughing at
Jess forces her eyes to stay closed, feeling waves of fear
and nausea slamming into her as we
to her memory, the dream she's blocked out, Jess all alone
in a TIGHT, DARK SPACE.
BACK TO SCENE
Jess is fighting to get past the crippling panic.
It's dark. And I'm alone. Oh, God,
I can't move.
I can't do this!
Where are you, Jess?
to her memory. Jess is cramped into a tiny space, dirt under
her, dank wood walls closing in on her.
Why is Doug laughing at you?
BACK TO SCENE
Jess fights off a wave of nausea, realizing:
He put me in here!
Where are you?
He put in me in here and locked the
door and he went away and he's never
coming back! Why won't he come back?
Why did he lock me in this --
She breaks off, finally remembering.
In this what?
Crawl space. In the basement. He
talked me into climbing in, then he
locked the door behind me. I was
there for hours.
I couldn't have been more than three.
Can't believe I didn't remember that.
You did. Just not consciously.
Jess starts to get up from the couch when she suddenly
freezes. She looks terrified.
Jess... what is it?
Jess looks past Brooke...as if seeing something rushing
I don't know.
Jess... it's all right. You're in
No I'm not...
And we PUSH RAPIDLY into Jess' eyes and
INTO THE ABYSS
Where we are falling with Jess, Doug's laughter following us
down, until we hit bottom. She is in a TIGHT, ENCLOSED SPACE.
It's made of brick. She looks up. It's DOUG, dressed as a
baggage handler. She reaches out to him...and notices her
arm is COVERED IN WHITE POWDER. In fact, she's ENTIRELY
COVERED in white powder...she looks like a ghost. Doug closes
the opening...it SLAMS SHUT with a HEAVY IRON CLANG, leaving
her in darkness. And yet there is still light from some
undefined source, just enough for her to see...the FIRE below
her. As the FLAMES RISE to lick her skin--
BACK TO SCENE
Jess snaps out of it, as if jolted by a bolt of electricity.
Brooke and Sunny are holding her steady, both concerned.
Are you all right?
Jess is still slightly stunned, like someone who just stepped
off a monster rollercoaster.
I had a vision. Right then. While
I was standing there.
But I'm awake...
I've never seen this...
Tell me about it.
It felt like an enormous shove, like--
No, I meant tell me what you saw.
Doug was dressed like a baggage
handler. I was covered in white
powder. Locked in some kind of
crematorium. Then the flames came
She shudders. Brooke turns to Sunny.
The ash found on Manny Clarke. What
Some kind of refined grain, like
cereal, pasta or--
You were covered in flour. Which
means it wasn't a crematorium you
saw. It was an oven.
Is there anything that ties Pevney
to a restaurant or bakery?
His father worked at the Weidermeyer
Bakery for twenty-five years. They
closed down in '97.
Brooke heads out.
Let's go. Call for a medical team
to meet us there.
And they roll... we CUT TO:
30 EXT. WEIDERMEYER BAKERY - DAY 30
SUPERIMPOSE: CHICAGO. WEIDERMEYER BAKERY
"TIME REMAINING: 1 HOURS, 48 MINUTES"
TWO FBI SEDANS, a PARAMEDIC UNIT, and an AMBULANCE come to a
screeching halt outside the old building, it's windows broken,
weeds poking up through the asphalt.
Brooke, Jess, Chet Ryker, and several FBI agents spill out
of the cars, followed by the MEDICS, and rush into the
building, holding FLASHLIGHTS.
31 INT. WEIDERMEYER BAKERY - DAY 31
They make their way urgently through a maze of old machinery.
It's EERIE and SPOOKY. They finally discover the huge,
rusted, INDUSTRIAL OVEN. There's a PADLOCK on the OVEN DOOR.
Chet takes a BOLT-CUTTER and SNAPS THE LOCK. Brooke pulls
open the heavy door and SHINES IN A FLASHLIGHT...
...revealing SUSAN WILHITE and TOM BANKS curled up inside,
BOUND AND GAGGED, cowering and wincing against the light.
But they're ALIVE.
It's okay, we're the FBI... you're
going to be all right.
Brooke shares a smile of relief with Jess and, as the medics
move in to bring the victims out, we DISSOLVE TO:
32 EXT. WILHITE HOUSE - DAY 32
SUPERIMPOSE: CHICAGO. WILHITE RESIDENCE.
Susan Wilhite emerges from her husband's car and embraces
her kids, tears streaming down her cheeks. Brooke, Jess and
Chet Ryker, are watching the family reunion from a polite
You did good work today, Agent Ryker.
We really appreciate it.
My pleasure. Haven't had a chance
to tackle anybody since high school.
We still lost the Regionals, though.
This time we won.
He smiles and ambles off. Kenneth joins Brooke and Jess.
Thank you for bringing her home safe.
It's what we do, Mr Wilhite.
Kenneth glances at Jess, sees something in her eyes.
I think this time you did a little
He smiles warmly at Jess.
You'll always be in our prayers.
As he returns to his loving family, Jess turns to Brooke.
This thing I have... if it ever
frightens me again, remind me that
whatever I'm feeling doesn't matter.
It's not about me.
Of course it is. These visions are
part of you.
And what happens if I ignore what I
see? Or I'm just too scared to look
at it? Who gets hurt?
(looks at the Wilhites:)
You're learning more about your
visions everyday. Today you tapped
into them because you wanted to.
Jess gives her a look.
Oh, come on. I was half-conscious
and terrified. I have no idea how I
tapped into them...or if I can ever
do it again.
But you did it this time. This is
only the beginning of the journey,
Great -- now I never know when a
vision will hit. That's what it
feels like, by the way. Being hit.
At least when I was asleep, I didn't
You didn't have any control over
them, either. Maybe soon you will.
And what if they begin to control me
Brooke looks at her thoughtfully.
I'll be there to make sure that
Jess smiles. So does Brooke. And on the two of them walking
away together we DISSOLVE TO:
33 INT. JESS'S APARTMENT - DAY 33
Jess is with Doug. They've been talking for a while.
I'm sorry I locked you under the
Why didn't you let me out? I must
have been screaming.
I tried. But I couldn't.
Then why didn't you tell Mom and
I was embarrassed. It's hard to
admit you lost your only sister.
Then... well, I forgot.
I had a lot going on back then.
Jess sighs. Has to smile. That's Doug. They take a seat
on a PARK BENCH.
I think I understand why you won't
take the new meds.
I doubt it.
Sometimes what you see in your head
scares you or depresses you...but
when the meds take it away, nothing
replaces it. There's just a void.
You end up living there.
Everything becomes empty. I'd rather
be sick than dead inside.
Why does it have to be one or the
What's the alternative?
Accept the fact you're on medication
for a long time, maybe for life.
And start working with Mom and the
doctors to find a level you can live
They never listen to me.
They will -- if you stop shouting
and start talking.
You have to go home and deal with
Mom. Work out a compromise.
Can you be the compromise? Can I
come here when it gets bad?
You can always come here.
She snuggles up against her brother. They enjoy their
closeness for a moment, then:
Did you know your bran was full of
raisins? It took me a while, but I
think I got them all out.
But Jess doesn't respond. She's fast asleep. And on Jess,
sleeping soundly, we