INT. STABLES; PILGRIM'S STALL - MORNING
Sunlight illuminates the darkened stable, highlighting the
contours of a magnificent HORSE (PILGRIM) in surreal, dream-
his legs, his muscles, his sheen, his mane...
his eyes. He shakes his head and stamps his feet. He seems
confined. Eager to run.
INT. STABLES - MORNING
Pilgrim bursts through the stall and runs out the stables
into a blinding white morning.
EXT. AN OPEN FIELD LEADING TO WOODS - BRIGHT MORNING
Whiteness. Snow and sky without any discernible line between.
Camera is POV, as if on the horse, riding through the
whiteness. Snow kicks up from the side. We hear the breathing
of the horse. As we travel on hills, through trees, we
experience of sense of wild, exhilarating freedom.
We hear the giggles of a GIRL (GRACE) on the horse. An
Yeah, fly boy... that's it... go...
END OF DREAM as we CUT TO:
INT. GRACE'S BEDROOM - MORNING
Grace awakens, calmly. Takes a breath. Slides out of bed and
stands before a window, overlooking a beautiful Connecticut
country house. We see a snow-covered field and distant woods.
Grace presses her faces against the cold, frosted window
eager to get out.
INT. MACLEAN NEW YORK APARTMENT - MORNING
Alarm rings, ANNIE MACLEAN awakens. She shuts the alarm and
scoots up in bed. She waits. Seconds later the television
across the foot of her bed turns on from a timer -- to a CNN
24 NEWS channel.
INT. HALLWAY/ANNIE & ROBERT'S BEDROOM - MORNING
Grace, fully dressed except for her boots, tiptoes past a
partially opened bedroom door. Her father ROBERT is asleep,
alone, on his huge king size bed.
INT. MACLEAN FARMHOUSE KITCHEN - MORNING
Grace is putting on her boots on a bench beside a back door.
She is wearing her mother's outfit. As she slides the boot
on, we see behind her a row of framed photos -- Robert, Grace
and Annie in happy times.
She slaps a note on the refrigerator, with a magnet -- "Gone
riding. Back around 10. Love, G."
EXT. MACLEAN FARMHOUSE, BACK ENTRANCE - MORNING
Grace slips on her jacket and hat as she comes down the steps,
her feet hitting the walk...
EXT. CENTRAL PARK - MORNING
Annie's feet hit the ground, running -- her breath showing
in the cold air. She passes other joggers with ease. She
crosses the street and heads for an elegant CPW building.
INT. MACLEAN'S NEW YORK APARTMENT - MORNING
Dressed in running clothes, Annie opens the door and picks
up several newspapers that were delivered. She carries them
into the kitchen and sets them beside a huge stack of
publications, magazines, papers, etc... Knowing she must
read all of them at some point, she breathes a disgusted
sign. She thumbs through the POST as she pours herself a cup
of coffee. Something catches her eyes and she snarls: