Pale Boy
This is my second script and was originally entitled PPD, which stands for Post Partum Depression.  The story was inspired by a Donahue show that had six mothers who had all viciously murdered their babies as a result of this catastrophic mental illness.  Paranoid schizophrenics and people suffering from depression base all their perceptions on past memories that are twisted and distorted by a chemically screwed up brain.  This is a story about one woman's journey into madness; an anatomy of her insanity from her point of view.   It's actually pretty creepy.
WARNING: This material is copyrighted © 1990 by Tom Alexander.    Plagiarism of any kind will result in prosecution.    Enjoy!

                          PALE BOY
                             by 
                        Tom Alexander

FADE IN:

BEGIN MAIN TITLE AND CREDITS OVER BLACK
                          
                          WEATHER MAN (V.O.)
                  (slight Texas accent)
             ...and it's the third week of the
             heat wave that is just about to fry
             everything in sight.  If you're hoping
             for things to cool off next week, I
             suggest you leave the state.  Let's
             take a look at the satellite and as
             you can see there ain't cloud to be
             found anywhere...

THE CREDITS CONTINUE OVER THE NEXT SCENE AS WE...
                                             
                                             DISSOLVE TO:

INT.  KITCHEN - EVENING

BEATRICE ANDERSON, young, pretty and nine months pregnant,
ignores the portable TV set displaying the weather man, and
instead continues her systematic search for a meat tenderizer.
She looks at the piece of meat on the counter lying beside a
cookbook featuring a chicken fried steak recipe.  The oil
filled frying pan on the stove next to it begins to boil.
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (muttering to herself)
             Tenderizer... tenderizer...

Beatrice waddles across the floor, bumping into an ironing
board as she steps over MAX, a black and white collie.  The
dog, bored with Beatrice's mallet search, nods off under the
ironing board. Suddenly a spark of ingenuity hits her and she
zooms past the refrigerator and out to the garage.

ON THE REFRIGERATOR DOOR is a wedding snapshot of a pregnant
Beatrice stuck next to a sonogram showing her unborn child.
An arrow points to the unborn child's genitalia asking the
question "Where's the Beef?"

Beatrice emerges from the garage carrying a ballpeen hammer
and BEATS the steak into submission.  She then plops the
flattened steak into a bowl of flour before tossing it into
the frying pan.  The steak CRACKLES and POPS in the boiling
oil as grease splatters everywhere.  Beatrice jumps back and
bumps into the ironing board knocking the iron off and onto a
sleeping Max.  The dog YELPS.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Sorry, Max.

The pan of grease catches fire quickly filling the kitchen
with smoke.  Beatrice tries to remain calm.  The smoke alarm
BLARES.  She goes over to the sink and fills a large glass of
water.  Fortunately, common sense takes hold before she can
splash the small inferno.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             What am I doing?

She fishes around in a drawer for an oven mitt and pan lid.
Finding both, she quickly places the lid over the burning
grease snuffing the fire out instantly.  She stands in front
of the stove victorious.

END OF OPENING CREDITS

INT.  FRONT DOOR HALLWAY - EVENING

ROB ANDERSON is greeted by a BLARING alarm, an excited dog and
a lot of smoke as he enters carrying a brown paper sack. Rob's
not exactly a yuppy (but give him a few years).
                          
                          ROB
             Honey, you okay?
                          
                          BEATRICE (O.S.)
             No problem.
                          
                          ROB
                  (to Max)
             Is she cooking again?

Rob walks down the hallway to the smoke alarm.  He takes off
the cover and pulls out the battery.
                          
                          ROB
                  (silencing the machine)
             Ahh, Shut up!

INT.  KITCHEN - EVENING

Rob enters the smoke filled kitchen and surveys the mess.
                          
                          ROB
             Honey, I'm home.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Hi, dear, how was work?

They kiss and Beatrice returns to her salvage operation.
                          
                          ROB
             What was it?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Chicken Fried Steak.
                          
                          ROB
             Oh, great.  Chicken Fried Steak,
             Fried Chicken, Fried fish, Fried
             okra, geez, it's like a state
             policy.

Beatrice motions to the paper sack Rob sets on the table.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             What's in the bag?
                          
                          ROB
             Chinese food.

Beatrice holds up the charred chicken fried steak.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             What am I suppose to do with this?
                          
                          ROB
                  (whistling)
             Max?  Here, boy.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             You can't give it to a dog.
                          
                          ROB
             What do you mean?  You were going to
             give it to me.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Yeah well, you're insured.
                          
                          ROB
             Thanks a lot.

Beatrice cuts up the steak as Rob pulls small cartons from the
paper bag.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Where did you get the Chinese?
                          
                          ROB
             Lone Star.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Where we bought the car?
                          
                          ROB
             No, Lone Star Chinese.  That's the
             other thing, everything down here is
             called Lone Star.  Lone Star
             Chinese, Lone Star Chevrolet, Lone
             Star Doughnuts, Lone Star this, Lone
             Star that.

Beatrice gives the chunks of chicken fried steak to Max.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             I wish I knew you were going to
             bring home dinner, I wouldn't have
             wasted money on this steak.
                          
                          ROB
             I'm sorry.  I guess I should have
             called but I thought I'd make it an
             early birthday surprise.  Instead of
             breakfast in bed, dinner in a box.
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (tasting the food)
             Does this have MSG?
                          
                          ROB
                  (whining)
             I don't know.

INT.  BEDROOM - NIGHT

Rob gets ready for bed while Beatrice talks on the phone.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Oh that's great.  I can sure use the
             company.
             Rob is fine.  They're keeping him
             busy.
             I do not have a twang.
             Maybe in a few more months I'll be
             saying
                  (Texas drawl)
             "I reckon so", and "I'm fixin' to do
             this", or "looky over yonder"
                  (starting to laugh)
             But I still talk like a Yankee...

A severe cramp causes Beatrice to stop in mid-sentence.  Rob,
brushing his teeth, leans in from the bathroom.  He looks at
his wife, "you okay?".  She nods she's all right.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Yes, I'm fine.  Just a cramp.  How
             late can a baby be?
             Yes, I know I was two weeks late.
             Yes, I know it was terribly painful
             for you.
             Yes, I know it caused a great deal
             of resentment which you later took
             out on me in my adolescent years.
             Yes, you did.
             You did, mother.  You just won't
             admit it.
             Alright already.
             I love you.  Tell Pop I love him,
             also.
             See y'all real soon.  Bye.

Rob joins her in bed where he reads "Dress for Success", while
Beatrice picks up the latest offering from Stephen King.
                          
                          ROB
             What did they have to say?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Wished me a Happy Birthday. Dad's
             got some vacation time coming so
             they'll be here after I have the
             baby.
                          
                          ROB
             Great.  And your grandmother?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             No, mom's got someone to look after
             her while they're here.
                          
                          ROB
             Oh, whatever.  About your birthday?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             I want to lose 30 pounds.
                          
                          ROB
                  (pointing to her stomach)
             The hard way?
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (amused)
             You got it.
                          
                          ROB
             Why don't I just get a rolling pin
             and we'll pop that sucker on out.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Rob!  I just want to hurry up and
             have this thing and get on with our
             lives.
                          
                          ROB
             Yeah, I want to have this Thang
             also.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             You know what I mean.

Rob turns out the light.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             I love you.
                          
                          ROB
             I love you, too, honey Bea.
                                             
                                             FADE TO:

INT.  BEDROOM - MORNING

Beatrice buries herself deeper in the covers, trying to escape
the sounds of breakfast preparations (BACON SIZZLING, ELECTRIC
JUICER).  She hears a dull BUBBLE sound, the kind a water
cooler makes when it passes gas.  She hears it again,
BUBBALOOP!  and realizes that the sound is coming from within
the room.  She pokes her head up and tries to trace the noise.

BUBBALOOP!, her eyes lock onto a large oval shaped blob in the
corner of the room near the window.  The thing shudders,
BUBBALOOP!  Beatrice's awareness of her surroundings escalates
and with it her fear of the blob in the corner.  She attempts
to call out.  BUBBALOOP!

Rob barges into the room and throws open the curtains letting
the morning sun shine in.
                          
                          ROB
             Are we going to sleep all day?

Rob exits briefly, leaving Beatrice alone with the thing in
the corner.  The illumination from the window reveals the
object to be more egg-shaped with a translucent membrane that
wobbles from something shadowy moving inside.  Rob bounds back
in this time carrying a large breakfast tray which he places
in front of Beatrice.
                          
                          ROB
             How's my little queen Bea doing?  Is
             um' up for some breakfast?  Got your
             favorite?  Pork flesh and Chicken
             embryos.  Mmmm Mmmm!

Beatrice, confused, looks at her husband and then at the thing
in the corner.  Rob follows her eyeline.
                          
                          ROB
             Holy smokes!  Look at the size of
             that guy.

Rob examines the large egg up close.  A cotton mouth Beatrice
shows a bizarre mixture of confusion and fear.
                          
                          ROB
             Now that's a 30 pounder!

Rob touches the sweaty membrane wall.  The thing pulsates.
                          
                          ROB
             Hey! It kicked me!
                  (pressing his head into
                   the membrane wall)
             Man O man, look at the arms on that
             sucker.  He's going to make one
             helluva quarter-back...
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (sluggishly)
             It's a girl.
                          
                          ROB
             A minor technicality.

Beatrice is apprehensive about her husband being so close to
the thing. Rob looks at her with reassurance.  Suddenly, a
hand bursts from the egg and throttles Rob as murky reddish
brown fluid gushes out of the tear in the membrane.

INT.  BEDROOM - NIGHT

Beatrice bolts upright from her nightmare in a cold sweat.
She quickly scans the room, making sure reality has returned.
A dampness between her legs causes her to pull back the covers
which reveals a large reddish brown stain.  Her water has
broken. Fighting back panic, she awakens Rob.
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (firmly)
             Honey, it's time.
                          
                          ROB
                  (sleepy)
             Huh?  I got three more hours...
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (her voice rising)
             My water has broken, get up now or
             I'll kill you.

Rob snaps to.  He jumps from bed in a panic and steps on Max
who was sleeping beside the bed.  The dog YELPS.
                          
                          ROB
             Sorry, Max.

Rob sees the blood stain on the sheets.
                          
                          ROB
             Oh, God!  Oh, God!  What do you
             need?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Get dressed and get me to the
             hospital, now.
                          
                          ROB
             Right!  What should I wear?
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (out of control)
             Goddamn it!  Put some clothes on and
             get me to the hospital.

INT.  HOSPITAL O.R. - DAWN

Beatrice lies on the delivery table with her legs strung up in
stirrups.  A NURSE finishes stringing a curtain across her mid-
section while DOCTOR OVERTON crouches down at one end of the
operating table like a catcher at home plate.
                          
                          NURSE
             Finished prepping for C, Doctor.
                          
                          DR. OVERTON
             Great.  Now where's our sandman?

The ANESTHETIST walks in behind Dr. Overton.
                          
                          ANESTHETIST
             Right behind you, Bruce.
                  (headed toward Beatrice)
             Howdy, Ma'am, How you doing?
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (through deep breaths)
             Lousy.
                          
                          ANESTHETIST
             Know the feeling.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Did you see my husband out there?
                          
                          ANESTHETIST
             Skinny guy with his head in a trash
             can?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             That's him.
                          
                          ANESTHETIST
             Stress get to him?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Chinese food; too much MSG.
                          
                          ANESTHETIST
             OOOh, I hate that.  How come your
             not sick?
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (strained)
             I've been sick for nine months.
             Guess I'm used to it.

Dr. Overton looks over the curtain at the anesthetist.
                          
                          DR. OVERTON
                  (perturbed)
             You guys ready down there?
                          
                          ANESTHETIST
                  (to Dr. Overton)
             Ready, Bruce.
                  (to Beatrice)
             Someone must have an early tee time.
                          
                          DR. OVERTON
             Knock her out.
                          
                          ANESTHETIST
             Relax, honey.  First one?
                          
                          DR. OVERTON
             No.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Yes.

The Nurse looks at Dr. Overton quizzically.  Overton shakes
his head and frowns.
                          
                          ANESTHETIST
             Just relax.  Deep breaths.
             Excellent.

Beatrice puffs off into unconsciousness.
                                             
                                             FADE TO:

INT.  HOSPITAL ROOM - MORNING

Beatrice half asleep, is vaguely aware of her husband's
conversation with Dr. Overton and the morning news broadcast
of yesterday's heated debate between pro-choice and anti-
abortion activists.
                          
                          ROB
             As far as the surgery goes, is there
             anything special I need to do?
                          
                          DR. OVERTON
             Nahh, she'll be okay.  Cesareans are
             so routine nowadays that there are
             hardly ever any complications.  Her
             biggest problem was her high blood
             pressure.
                          
                          ROB
             Our old doctor said that the
             pregnancy caused the high blood
             pressure.
                          
                          DR. OVERTON
             Right.  It happens in some cases,
             which is why we put her out
             completely instead of using an
             epidural.
                          
                          ROB
             How long is she going to be out?
                          
                          DR. OVERTON
                  (looking at his watch)
             Ought to be coming around...

They turn and see Beatrice staring glassy-eyed at them.
                          
                          ROB
             Hey, Birthday girl, you okay?
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (mumbly)
             Thirsty.

Rob rushes over to her night stand and feeds her a straw of
water as Dr. Overton takes her pulse.
                          
                          ROB
             How long will she be laid up?
                          
                          DR. OVERTON
             She'll be sore some for the next
             month or so, but I can give her some
             pain killers and fix her up just
             fine.

Beatrice gains more of her senses as she sucks on the straw.
The TV plugs a promo for today's "Donahue" - the subject is
"Women Who Kill Their Babies".
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Where's the baby?

A NURSE walks in carrying the baby.
                          
                          DR. OVERTON
             Speak of the Devil, here she is now.

The Nurse gives the newborn to Beatrice.  Everyone gushes.
                          
                          ROB
             Man O' man, look at the arms on that
             sucker.  He's going to make one
             helluva quarter-back...
                          
                          NURSE
                  (surprised at Rob)
             It's a girl.
                          
                          ROB
             A minor technicality.


Beatrice has a sense of deja vu as she cuddles the baby.
                          
                          DR. OVERTON
             What's her name?
                          
                          ROB
             Sam.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Short for Samantha.
                          
                          DR. OVERTON
             Well, good luck, easy parts done,
             now you've got to raise the silly
             thing.

As the Nurse and Dr. Overton leave, Beatrice glimpses a PALE
BOY, sevenish, staring in at her from the hallway.  His dark
eyes and almost white skin cause a chill to run up Bea's spine
as the door swings closed.
                          
                          ROB
             Honey, I think we've done something
             good here.

Beatrice, troubled, returns her attention to Rob and the baby.
                                             
                                             FADE TO:

INT.  ROB'S OFFICE - MORNING

Rob carries a briefcase and a newspaper through the a massive
maze of cubicles.  He reaches his small office and immediately
gets down to business by putting his feet up on his desk and
reading the newspaper.  GEORGE HARBINGER, a co-worker
currently running an electric shaver over his face, pokes his
head over the wall.
                          
                          GEORGE
             What no cigars?
                          
                          ROB
             Hey come on it's been two weeks.
                          
                          GEORGE
             Uh-oh, party's over.
                          
                          ROB
             Why are you here so early?
                          
                          GEORGE
             Early?!  I never left.  Things are
             starting to get tight around here.
                          
                          ROB
             Excuse me?
                          
                          GEORGE
             We're a government contractor,
             right?
                          
                          ROB
             Yeah, so?
                          
                          GEORGE
                  (pointing at newspaper)
             Can you read, Robbie?

Rob sees the headlines, "Congress Slashes Defense Budget".
                          
                          GEORGE
             Peace is breaking out all over the
             place.  It's a sick world.
                          
                          ROB
             Man, I don't need this. My wife just
             had a baby.

MALCOLM BIDLEMAN, Rob's boss, enters the cubicle.
                          
                          MALCOLM
             Morning, Anderson.  You got that
             Norcom proposal finished yet?
                          
                          ROB
             I'm waiting on some figures from
             processing, and I should have a
             draft to you tomorrow...
                          
                          MALCOLM
             Tomorrow!  Listen, I know you just
             had a baby but I need you to get
             your priorities back in order.
                          
                          ROB
             I'll see if I can't get it to you
             this afternoon.
                          
                          MALCOLM
             I'd appreciate it.  So how are they?
                          
                          ROB
             Bea and the baby? Fine. Bea's folks
             are visiting from out of town...
                          
                          MALCOLM
             Good.  That should take a load off
             your shoulders.
                  (to George)
             George, that Honeywell bid....
                          
                          GEORGE
             Already on your desk, MB.
                          

                          MALCOLM
             Good work, George.  Remind me to
             keep you around.

Malcolm turns and stalks away as a cheshire grinning George
sinks beneath the wall of his cubicle.

INT.  NURSERY - DAY

Samantha CRIES relentlessly in the excessively decorated
nursery.  Beatrice tries to soothe her baby while her mother,
MILLY KNAVISH, enters behind her.
                          
                          MILLY
             Who's crying in here?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Someone who needed changing--again.
                          
                          MILLY
             Fun isn't it?  Don't worry you'll
             get used to it.  And then they
             become teenagers.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             How do you keep from going crazy?
                          
                          MILLY
             Marry a comedian, speaking of which
             when does Rob get home?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             He called; said he might be late.
                          
                          MILLY
             Leaving you here all by yourself.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             What do you think you're doing here?
                          
                          MILLY
             Honey, we can't stay forever.
             Daddy's got to work, and I've got to
             take care of your grandmother.

JACK KNAVISH, Beatrice's father, lumbers into the room.
                          
                          JACK
             What's going on in here.  How's my
             grandson.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Granddaughter, dad.
                          
                          JACK
             Still.  Damn, you did it once
             before.  But no, had to go and have
             a girl.
                          
                          MILLY
             Jack, why don't you go watch TV.
                          
                          JACK
             Just thought I'd come and visit;
             wanted to make sure no one raffled
             off the baby.

Milly gives Jack the evil eye.  The air is thick with tension.
Beatrice isn't sure what's going on and avoids the issue by...
                          
                          BEATRICE
             I'm going to check on my rice.

Beatrice leaves and Jack follows but stops abruptly when Milly
grabs him by the ear.
                          
                          MILLY
             Keep it up, Jack Knavish.  Keep
             shooting your mouth off and I swear
             to God I'm gonna stick a fist in it.
                          
                          JACK
             Oh, she knows I was just kiddin'.
                          
                          MILLY
             You can be such an ass.

Milly storms out of the room leaving Jack with a sore ear.

INT.  LIVING ROOM - EVENING

Jack, planted in an easy chair, sips a beer and watches TV.

"Geraldo" is on and the subject of today's show is "Mass
Murderers, Serial Killers, and Satanic Cults - Are They
Destroying America?"  Mr. Rivera moderates the heated
discussion concerning the morality of capital punishment.

Rob trudges through the front door, looking overworked and
stressed out.  Max runs to greet him.
                          
                          JACK
             Howdy, partner, rough day on the
             range?
                          
                          ROB
             Evening, Jack.  What's happening?
                          
                          BEATRICE (O.S.)
                  (from the kitchen)
             Hi, Hon.  How was work?
                          
                          ROB
             Busy.  Where's Granny?
                          
                          MILLY (O.S.)
                  (also from the kitchen)
             Don't call me Granny.

Jack smiles at Rob; male bonding at its best.  Rob picks up
the daily newspaper and plants himself next to Jack.
                          
                          ROB
             What are we watching?
                          
                          JACK
             Geraldo.
                          
                          ROB
             No "People's Court"?
                          
                          JACK
             Hell, they could use a People's
             Court on this one.  They're talking
             about serial killers getting out of
             the electric chair.

On the TV, Geraldo starts badgering one of his guests, MILTON
FISK, whose caption reads "Lawyer who Represents Mass
Murderers."
                          
                          JACK
             I know that son of a bitch.
                  (calling out to kitchen)
             Hey, Milly.  They're talking about
             our favorite foster parent.

Milly wanders in with a beer that she offers to Rob.
                          
                          MILLY
             You say something, Jack?
                          
                          JACK
             You remember ol' Ernie, don't you?

Milly glances at the TV set and is visibly upset at the site
of Milton Fisk.  She looks to see if Rob notices her concern.
                          
                          MILLY
             Dinner's about ready, boys.

Absorbed in his newspaper, Rob doesn't note Milly's distress.
Milly, fuming, glares at Jack. Jack looks back, "What'd I do?"

INT.  DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Rob, Jack, Beatrice, and Milly finish their desserts.
                          
                          ROB
             Milly, I do believe this is my
             favorite dessert.
                          
                          MILLY
             Why, thank you, Robbie.  I was
             afraid it wasn't going to make it.

Rob looks at Milly, then at Beatrice questioningly.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Electricity went out again.
                          
                          ROB
             How long?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             About an hour.
                          
                          JACK
             Heats up pretty quick around here.
                          
                          ROB
             Welcome to the Last Outpost to Hell.
                          
                          JACK
             What's the problem?  Can't these
             people keep the power running?
                          
                          ROB
             They're still building in the
             neighborhood and every so often they
             cut through a line.
                          
                          MILLY
             What are your neighbors like, Rob?

Rob and Beatrice exchange guilty glances.
                          
                          ROB
             Well... we really haven't met any of
             our neighbors.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             We used to go on walks in the
             evenings, say "hi" to whoever we ran
             into...
                          
                          ROB
             Not very many people have moved into
             this part of the development, so the
             ones we've run into have always
             lived a few streets away...
                          
                          BEATRICE
             And I've been busy getting the
             nursery in order, and Rob is
             settling into his new job.

Jack and Milly are concerned.
                          
                          MILLY
                  (suggesting)
             I guess if there is an emergency you
             can call 911.
                          
                          JACK
             If the phone works.
                          
                          ROB
             We haven't had much of a problem
             with the phone.

Beatrice starts to clear the table.  Her mother offers to help
but she motions for her to stay seated.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Really, and the people we have met
             here have been pretty nice.
                          
                          JACK
             Yeah?  Ted Bundy was nice.
                          
                          MILLY
                  (warning)
             Jack.
                          
                          JACK
             I don't suppose you guys have any
             sort of protection?

Jack points his fingers like a gun.  Rob shakes his head.
                          
                          MILLY
             Maybe they don't want a gun, Jack.
                          
                          JACK
             Well, if they're going to shack up
             out here in the wilderness you'd
             better be prepared for when inbred
             Charlie comes knocking at the door
             waving an ax...
                          
                          MILLY
             Jack, shut up.

Rob, amused by his in-laws, smiles at Beatrice as she returns
from the kitchen and continues clearing.
                          
                          JACK
             I'm sorry honey but when they start
             letting mass murderers get away with
             mass murdering I feel a little
             vulnerable.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             What are they talking about?
                          
                          ROB
             Geraldo was doing a show on serial
             killers.  You know, Ted Bundy,
             Charles Manson, Captain Crunch.
                          
                          JACK
             Speaking of which, you remember
             Milton Fisk?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             No, should I.
                          
                          MILLY
                  (disturbed)
             Jack, it's been a long time.
                          
                          JACK
             What, it was seven years ago...
                          
                          MILLY
                  (angry)
             Jack!  She doesn't remember.  Now
             drop it.

There is a tense moment of silence.  Milly is royally pissed
off at her husband.  Beatrice doesn't seem to notice anything
and continues to clear the table.  Rob is confused as hell.
                          
                          ROB
             Yep.  Like I said, great dessert.
             Good pork chops too, Hon.
                          
                          BEATRICE (O.S.)
                  (from the kitchen)
             Thanks.  Can you get the rest of the
             dishes?
                          
                          ROB
             You bet.

INT.  KITCHEN - NIGHT

Rob sets a load of dishes by the sink next to Beatrice.
                          
                          ROB
             Boy, what got into your folks?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             What do you mean?
                          
                          ROB
             What do you mean, "what do you
             mean?"
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Oh, they just get on each other's
             nerves after awhile.
                          
                          ROB
             Well, I think I'll go get the rest
             of the silverware before your mother
             sticks a fork in your dad's throat.

Rob exits as Beatrice mindlessly washes the dishes.  She peers
out through the window and gets lost in thought staring into
the darkness.

Without warning, just outside the window, the Pale Boy's face
appears out of the black void.

Beatrice SCREAMS.  A loud CRASH from behind her causes her to
spin away from the window.  Rob, startled by her scream, had
dropped a water glass he had just cleared from the table.
                          
                          ROB
             What's the matter!?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             I thought I saw someone outside.

Beatrice turns back to the window; no one is there.  Jack and
Milly come into the kitchen.
                          
                          ROB
             Careful, I dropped a glass.

Milly steps over the broken glass to comfort Beatrice.
                          
                          MILLY
             Are you okay, Honey?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             I'm fine.  I just saw a neighborhood
             boy.
                          
                          ROB
             I'll take a look outside.

Rob goes out the back door.  Jack squats down and starts
picking up some of the bigger chunks of glass.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             I'll get that, Dad.

Beatrice gets a broom and finishes the job.
                          
                          JACK
             I'm telling you, you guys need some
             protection out here.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Thanks, Dad, but the last thing  I
             need to do is to go around shooting
             children.

Rob returns and helps his wife with the broken glass.
                          
                          ROB
             Well, whoever it was, you probably
             scared him as much as he scared you.
                          
                          JACK
             I was just telling your wife here
             that she needs some protection if
             she's going to be out here by
             herself.
                          
                          MILLY
             What Jack meant to say was we're
             leaving tomorrow.
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (disappointed)
             I thought you were staying to the
             end of the week.
                          
                          MILLY
             No, your Grandmother is not feeling
             well.  I think she might be catching
             a cold.
                          
                          JACK
             Came on kind of sudden didn't it?

Milly turns towards Jack and away from Rob and Beatrice.  She
looks at Jack with daggers in her eyes.
                          
                          MILLY
             And Jack has to get back to work.
                          
                          JACK
                  (near death)
             Yeah, I, uh... got some business to
             take care of.

INT.  BEDROOM - NIGHT

Rob sleeps soundly in bed while Beatrice tosses and turns.
She abruptly stops, her eyes open and she is shocked to
awareness by the Pale Boy standing right next to here in bed.
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (almost whispering)
             Who are you?  What are you doing
             here?
                          
                          PALE BOY
             I'm looking for my sister.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Your sister is not here.
                          
                          PALE BOY
             You're lying.
                          
                          BEATRICE
             No, I'm not.  I don't even know who
             your sister is.
                          
                          PALE BOY
                  (accusing)
             You're a bad mother.
                          
                          BEATRICE
                  (distressed)
             No, I'm not.  How can you say that?
             Who are you?

Rob grumbles and turns over in his sleep.  Beatrice glances
over to her husband.  When she turns back, the Pale Boy is
gone.  Beatrice gets out of bed and steps on Max, sending him
YELPING into the hall.  Rob springs awake.
                          
                          ROB
             What!?  What's the matter?
                          
                          BEATRICE
             Nothing.  I stepped on the dog.
                          
                          ROB
             Good.

Rob falls back to sleep immediately, leaving a troubled
Beatrice alone and awake.  She slowly begins to CRY.
                                             
                                             FADE OUT.
                                


Well that's it for the first act.  This is what I call a slow burn psychological mystery.  Like Rosemary's Baby or The Birds, slow to get started but by the end you're mentally devastated. If you're interested in knowing what happens next or you have any comments please shoot me an e-mail.

And thanks for reading.