HELEN'S POV: CLOSE UP: The COP, taken from behind. In a
second, his throat is slit. In a gush of blood, he falls,
his gun still in his hand.
RED-HEADED MAN standing over the fallen COP, smiling at
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.
The audience and SECOND COP react to the gunshots.
HELEN, her eyes bulging, struggling against the rope.
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.
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...
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
XANAX BOTTLE. Two pills are shaken out into a palm,
others scattering from the nervous haste...
HELEN Watching herself in BATHROOM mirror as she
tosses down the pills, gulps water. She regards her haggard
reflection with a certain detachment...