INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
ANDREW MARSH lies on his back in bed. He is a frail-looking
man in his early sixties, with thinning gray hair. On top of
him is a much younger WOMAN. Although her back is to us, we
catch flashes of her face for a moment as she turns from side
to side. We see enough to know that this is a beautiful woman.
She moves wildly, grinding her hips into him, her head arched
back, her hands rubbing lightly over her breasts. She reaches
down, grabbing his hips and jerks them upwards, forcing him
deeper inside her. They move together -- faster -- and faster.
The CAMERA slowly begins to PULL BACK. As it does we see what
we are watching is on a TELEVISION.
Further back still. We see TWO UNIFORMED POLICE OFFICERS
standing before the television watching the act.
The CAMERA begins to pan around the room. Rain streaks down
the windows of the room -- LIGHTNING flashes outside. A VIDEO
CAMERA is set up on a tripod. More PLAIN CLOTHES POLICE,
looking, dusting, talking.
We continue to PAN. We can now see it is the same room on the
tape. ON the bed lies the naked body of ANDREW MARSH, a sheet
covering his lower torso. His face is ashen, mouth open, his
dull eyes looking out in a fixed stare. The last instant of
his life is etched upon a face frozen in pain.
EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - NIGHT
LIGHTNING fills the night sky. THUNDER BOOMS overhead. The
wind whips the RAIN furiously against anything in its path.
The CAMERA moves slowly along rows of beautiful HOMES. At the
end is a cul-de-sac. Several POLICE CARS are in the driveway,
their RED LIGHTS FLASHING.
A four-door SEDAN pulls into the driveway. JOHN CARDENAS steps
out into the rain. He is a handsome Latin in his thirties,
with hard, chiseled features and black, slicked-backed hair.
He does not run through the rain -- he walks.
DETECTIVE REESE, a man who looks more like an accountant than a
homicide detective runs out to meet him.
Is it Marsh?
Just a hint of sadness shows on Cardenas' face. It lasts an
instant, then it's gone.
Sir, do you mind if we get out of the
Cardenas doesn't move. He ignores the question.
Who found him?
His Secretary. Joanne Braslow.
She was here?
No. She stopped by to pick up some
Reese starts for the house. Cardenas looks up into the night
sky. A FLASH of LIGHTNING fills the SCREEN.
INT. HOUSE, BEDROOM - CLOSE ON CAMERA - NIGHT
Pull back to reveal a POLICE PHOTOGRAPHER snapping pictures of
Marsh in bed.
Cardenas enters followed by Reese. He moves through the
FORENSIC and MEDICAL TEAMS. Anything Cardenas feels about the
gruesome sight before him is hidden behind a mask of
Standing by the bed is ASSISTANT DISTRICT ATTORNEY, ROGER
TROXELL, a short, baby-faced man. Cardenas looks down at the
body, then over at the MEDICAL EXAMINER, DR. HENRY McCURDY, a
portly man with windblown cheeks and bloodshot eyes.
About three hours.
Not sure. I'll have everything you
Take a look at this.
Reese points to the nightstand drawer and Troxell opens it. On
top of the nightstand is a box of tissues and a bottle of nasal
spray. Inside are ROPES, HANDCUFFS and an assortment of SEXUAL