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RED-HEADED MAN standing over the fallen COP, smiling at

HELEN.

COP'S BODY IS TWITCHING, JERKING. The violent contractions

in his fingers cause the gun to go off... ONE... TWO SHOTS,

the sound reverberating against the tile walls.

STAGE AREA:

The audience and SECOND COP react to the gunshots.

HELEN, her eyes bulging, struggling against the rope.

SLAM CUT:

INT. HELEN'S APT - SAN FRANCISCO - NIGHT

As HELEN, in bed, bolts up from the nightmare, her hands try

desperately to pull the dream rope from her neck. She is now

pale, her hair is dirty, there are deep circles under her

eyes. This is a woman in the throes of a breakdown.

HELEN:

Andy! Andy!

She races through this LOFT APARTMENT (THE WALLS ARE EIGHT

FEET UNDER A TWELVE-FOOT CEILING) to study opening off a

hall. She looks in, gasping for breathing...

INT. STUDY - CONTINUOUS

The room is neat -- nobody there. (We will later see that it

is used on and off by her computer, Andy.)

HELEN whimpers in frustration; she is alone. SHE TALKS TO

HERSELF as she turns back and moves past a LIVING ROOM,

where she turns on lights and the TV flicks on, (COURT TV.)

The sound comes up, loud... She moves on... trying to calm

herself with the sound of her own voice...

HELEN:

It is October twelfth, 1994 in the

city of San Francisco, California,

U.S.A., the strongest, richest,

most stable and happiest country in

the world. That is the sole place

of life in the universe. Under

God.

CLOSE:
XANAX BOTTLE. Two pills are shaken out into a palm,

others scattering from the nervous haste...

CLOSE:
HELEN Watching herself in BATHROOM mirror as she

tosses down the pills, gulps water. She regards her haggard

reflection with a certain detachment...

HELEN:

Good God. What happened to you?

She barks a rueful laugh... we are seeing a woman will

herself from near-hysteria to relative calm...

CUT TO:

HALL As she exits the bathroom. And moves into her OFFICE.

She pours herself a brandy and stands before two computers.

Of the side-by-side computer screens, one is blank. The

other shows a chess setup. Flashing on the bottom of the

screen comes a command.

CHESSMASTER:

'It's almost seven. Make a goddam

move.'

She studies the chess set-up for a moment, then makes a

move. She has not even hit the Keyboard of the other

computer before CHESSMASTER sends another message.

CHESSMASTER:

'Lousy move. Not really into this

game, Helen. Let's drop it. I've

got a feeling about you. Let's

meet. Like a date.'

HELEN types the following to CHESSMASTER.

HELEN:

'I'm a terrible date. I'd mess up your

life.'

CHESSMASTER:

'Another romantic dream gone all to

hell.'

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