Noted. Clean this place up, andlocate our guests.
Cyrus snaps his fingers. An ASSISTANT steps forward
with a large photo.
When Cyrus turns around, he catches Rafkin gulping downprescription drugs. Cyrus strikes the bottle out ofRafkin's hand with his cane. Pink medicine runs down
Rafkin's face as he turns with rage.
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
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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."