Lost Souls

Maya touches a fore-finger across her upper lip, warm, she

moves forward, covering heat vents with a cupped hand,

uncomfortable, then finally flipping off the heat altogether,

which makes a final WHOOSHING GASP. She POWERS OPEN the

electronic window, a rough hum as...

CLOSE ON:

Lareaux, in the back seat watching her. Seated next to

Lareaux is a dark haired, kind looking man in his 30's,

JEREMY.

Maya straightens the cuffs of her shirt sleeves - first the

right, then the left. Then she repeats it all. Townsend

notes the repetitive movement.

And the RADIO is ON in the B.G.:

RADIO DJ #1

So it says here in today's news that

science is looking for a lost minute of

daylight.

RADIO DJ #2

Yeah, what's that all about? They have

satellites now that can read our ATM

receipts from outer space, but no one

knows how we lost a minute of sunlight?

RADIO DJ #1

When they find that minute...

Townsend FLIPS OFF the radio. There is an excruciatingly

loud pause as everyone in the car sits quietly. Then Maya

turns sideways, leaning towards the backseat, and whispers to

Lareaux:

MAYA:

(muffled by ROAR of passing

truck)

Why are you doing this to me?

LAREAUX:

I know, Maya, but you'll understand when

you see this man. I really need your

strength.

Maya silently acknowledges his remark.

LAREAUX (CONT'D)

(subbed, in French)

Ensemble pour toujours quio qu'il

arrive.

Maya reaches over, putting a soft hand on Townsend's knee.

MAYA:

Good seeing you again.

TOWNSEND:

Whish the circumstances were different.

As Maya turns back around in her seat, Lareaux looks up, sees

Townsend's dart of worry in the rear view.

EXT. KINGS COUNTY MENTAL HOSPITAL - MORNING

Institutional 50's architecture. Two-story building on

picturesque grounds. The Chrysler pulls up to the gate.

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