Come on, Cyrus, I gotta take theedge off.
You know the routine. First
things first. Now where is he?
Cyrus holds it in the limo headlights; an aerial photoof the graveyard. Rafkin, closing his eyes, reachesout towards the photo with one hand, then touches the
earth with the other. A silent moment.
Then a huge spark arcs between the psychic and theground. Rafkin jolts back, as if shocked.
Sweet Jesus, Cyrus, there's got tobe over forty victims here! I
thought you said this guy killedtwenty people.
Twenty when he was alive. He's
added a few more since then.
Now where's the Breaker, Dennis?
Rafkin ignores the photo, and points at a spot deepinside the auto graveyard. Cyrus grabs a headset from
All teams go to alpha. I
THIRTEEN GHOSTS -Rev. 10/27/00 4.
4 EXT. AUTO GRAVEYARD -NIGHT 4
Teams of men pile out of the vehicles. The back of the
semi is opened, revealing racks of remote-operatedamplifiers.
Others unload inch-thick, eight-foot-square sheets ofglass, rimmed with aluminum pipe, and inscribed withancient text.
The glass sheets are assembled to form a large cube.
Arrays of flood lamps illuminate the canyons of thewrecking yard in stark white.
One side of the cube remains open... allowing entryand --ready to come down in theory, and close theimprovised "mousetrap."
Rafkin walks up behind Cyrus, still massaging histemples.
Where'd he get a name like the Breaker
anyway? He a truck driver?
It's simply folklore at work.
The local color exorcising its
Just then, a hideous HOWL ECHOES through the night -part
human, part God-knows-what. Everyone stops.