SEASON TWO
EPISODE 1
“Back from the Dead Again”
Writers: Steven Long Mitchell & Craig Van Sickle
Director: James Whitmore Jnr
 A Sim Laboratory
(A heartbeat can be heard.  There are a number of images all distorted by memory.  
There is a man lying down.  He is struggling as another places and secures restraints 
around his wrist.  The straps are tightened.  Jarod is seen shaking his head from side to 
side a look of terror on his face.  A syringe (a large one) is being prepared.  Jarod is 
injected in the arm.  
Jarod: No  No Nooooooooooooooooo!  (in panic)

St Octavio De Loudres Monastery
Cuernavaca, Mexico
(Cuernavaca is shown as a town at the base of a tree covered mountain.   A church spire 
is prominent amongst the red rooved buildings.)

Outside the Church
(Broots, Miss Parker and Sydney are walking along a path.  It is hot.  Miss 
Parker 
is wearing a very short dress (in brown) that has no sleeves.  Broots is in short sleeved 
shirt and Sydney is in usual business shirt but with sleeves rolled up and the tie 
loosened.  Sydney is wearing sun glasses.)
Parker: (She is talking on her cell phone) Well, my father didn’t just 
vanish …  I am not his secretary …  You’re supposed to know where he is.  
(She shuts the cell phone.)  I hate attitude. (She puts it away.)
Sydney: (To Miss Parker) Problem at The Centre?  (Broots blows nose)
Parker: Well, my father’s been at his desk in The Tower at 7 am for the 
last thirty-five years.  Two weeks in a row he’s been a no show.
Broots: That’s weird.
Sydney: There’s a great deal of peculiar activity in The Tower of late and 
now it’s trickling down to us.
Broots: Tell me about it.  They’ve even jacked up the prices in all of the 
vending machines.  A bag of Funyans sets me back a buck now.  (Miss 
Parker gives Broots a withering look as he walks on.)  Well it’s true. 

Inside the Church
(They are walking down the centre aisle of the church.  It is an old church and all light is 
natural although there are some candle chandeliers.  Sydney and Broots are walking in 
front of Miss Parker.)
Broots: Let’s face it.  The place has been different ever since…
Parker:  Go ahead Broots, say it.  Ever since Raines was shot.
Sydney: Well don’t look at me.  I’m no marksman.
Broots: Hey, I didn’t even want to take a gun, remember?
(They continue up the aisle towards a man in monks robes – brown with cowl and rope 
belt, sandalled feet.)
Parker:  Well, if I’d shot sterno head he would be snoring through dirt 
now instead of filling bed-pans in The Centre’s burn unit.   Excuse me.  
(Miss Parker pushes past Broots)

Outside the Monastery
(They are following the monk from inside the Church along a colonnaded path.)
Monk: I have met thousands of men from all walks of life who’ve sought 
retreat here but I’ve never met anyone like Brother Jarod.
 
Jaord’s Cell
(The trio is following the monk who is carrying a lit candle, down a set of stone stairs 
with wooden railing.  The room appears to be musty, with very few comforts.   
Candelabras suggest no electricity.)
Monk: He spent all of his time in his cell.   Barely ate.  Never slept.  But 
given the severity of his nightmares I suppose it is understandable.  He 
had such sadness in his soul.
Parker: Not exactly Home and Garden.  (She is walking down the stairs, 
the cigarette hanging from her bottom lip as she speaks.)
(They approach a table at the bottom of the stairs.  The words Dia De Los 
Muertos painted on it.  Above the words there is a cardboard model of the 
room in which they are standing.  Within the model of the room is the 
table with a miniature of the model on it.  Three Day of the Dead 
Cadavers are looking at the model on the model of the table.  The way 
that they have been posed gives the impression of Broots, Sydney and 
Miss Parker.  Also in the model there is a miniature candle and two 
miniature coffins.)
Sydney: Dia De Los Muertos.  The Day of the Dead.  (Sydney is reading 
the words that have been painted on the table.)
Monk: A Mexican Festival similar to your Halloween in which cemeteries 
are prepared to welcome back the departed.
Sydney: These morbid images may explain Jarod’s long silence.  
Indication of some sort of preoccupation with death?
Parker:  Speaking of death.  Look at this.  (She picks up a doll-sized 
coffin.  This is larger than the ones that are part of the model on the desk.  
She opens it and finds a blue notebook inside.  She takes it out and starts 
flicking through it.)
Broots: A hand carved coffin.  (Sydney examines coffin.)
Monk: Jarod made it himself.   It was always with him.
Parker: The same type of notebook that his brother Kyle used.  (Miss 
Parker hands the blue notebook to Sydney)
Sydney: Jarod’s grieving.  (Broots picks up a second coffin.)  Searching 
for closure in the loss of his brother.
Broots: Then, ah, who’s this coffin for?  
(Sydney puts the blue notebook on table and moves to Broots.  He opens 
that coffin but it’s empty except for white satin lining and a little satin 
pillow.
Parker: What’s it mean, Freud?
Sydney: Someone’s going to die.

Morgue (Or Is It?)
(There is a tiled floor.  Bodies under plastic and white sheets rest on metal 
examination tables.  Under one of the plastic sheets Jarod’s death-like 
head protrudes from beneath a white sheet.)

OPENING CREDITS

Colonial College Medical School
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Gross Anatomy Theatre
(There are many young people there looking earnest and eager.  They are 
wearing an assortment of white and blue lab coats and hospital scrubs.  
Some are carrying clip boards and some are carrying textbooks.  They are 
gathering into small groups around shrouded corpses on gurneys.  A 
threesome step forward, a blonde female (Chloe) wearing a white lab 
coat, a Hispanic male (Fernando) in lab coat and an Anglo male (Joel) 
wearing casual clothes but has put on surgical gloves.)
Joel:  (Joel claps his hands together in obvious excitement.) Who wants 
to touch?
Chloe: (Chloe slaps him on the shoulder and wags a finger at him). You’re 
sick!  (Chloe is looking quite nervous and uncomfortable with the 
situation.)
Joel: Ah don’t be spooked Chloe.  We’re going to be dissecting them all 
year.
Fernando: Joel, you shouldn’t touch the cadaver until the prof get’s here.
Joel: Fernando, I have been waiting all year to get into this class.  
Besides I don’t think this one’s gonna mind.  ….  (Joel moves forward to 
remove the plastic sheet from the ‘cadaver’.  As he put a hand to the 
plastic the ‘cadaver’s’ eyes pop open and Jarod moves and throws off the 
coverings.)  Ah! Ah! ARGHHHHHH!
Jarod: Think again. (Jarod sits up and Joel steps back.)
Joel:  Who the hell are you?
Jarod: Jarod Howard, your new professor.  (Jarod takes a pair of glasses 
from his trouser pocket and puts them on.  They are round wire frames 
and gives him a distinctive academic air.  He is wearing a tan vest and 
trousers of a suit over a blue shirt, patterned tie being an outfit 
reminiscent of English professors.)
Joel:  Oh that’s oh that’s not funny, man.
Jarod: And mocking the dead is?  (Jarod grabs his jacket and puts it on 
completing the English professor look.)  I want each of you to understand 
that there’s only one unforgivable sin in my class. (He starts moving 
amongst the students whose eyes follow every movement he makes.  He 
continues to lecture.)  I will not under any circumstances tolerate any 
disrespect for these cadavers.  Underneath each of these plastic sheets 
lies a human being.  Many of these bodies they come to us unknown and 
unclaimed which means that they died alone and afraid.  No friends.  No 
homes.  Forgotten by their families and thrown away by society.  
Therefore they will not be disrespected in this classroom.  (Joel nods his 
agreement.)
Dr Fein: Take those words to heart.  (Dr Christopher Fein enters.  He is  
wearing a white lab coat and surgical gloves.)  Halloween’s coming up and 
if I hear of a student taking a head or an arm to a party I will personally 
expel them from the program.  (Joel once again looks as though he’s been 
caught out.)
Chloe: Dr Fein.  Will there be enough cadavers for each group this term?
Joel:  Who’s being sick now?
Jarod: Well if there aren’t enough, there are several pre-dissected bodies 
from last semester that will be available.
Chloe: I plan on being a surgeon.  I need to get a feel for what I’m going 
to do.  I can’t learn if it’s just pick and point.
Dr Fein: As a matter of fact there are more cadavers being delivered after 
class.  So I will need a couple of volunteers?  (He looks around the room 
to see a couple of tentative hands being raised.)
Jarod: I believe that these two (propelling Joel and Fernando forward with 
a shove in the middle of their backs) will be just fine. (Jarod grins and 
Chloe smiles up at him in admiration.)

The Centre
Mr Parker’s Office
(Miss Parker enters, pushing the door open with her shoulder and one 
hand. Under her other arm she is carrying a cardboard box.  She moves 
towards the desk, and places the box on it.  The chair is swung away from 
the desk so that it is facing the windows.  However there is a man sitting 
in the chair holding a phone to his ear.)
Parker: Finally.  Thank God you’re back Daddy.  Good news! We found 
Jarod’s last lair.  Yeck!  I’ll have it analysed. But only God knows what 
he’s up to this time.  (The chair spins round and Miss Parker is facing a 
smartly groomed man of about thirty.) Who the hell are you?
Mr Lyle: (He is talking on the phone.)  Nein.  Nein.  Warum bist zu.  Ich 
grosse die vohne der griese. (He takes a business card from his pocket 
and hands it to Miss Parker.  It reads “Mr Lyle”, nothing else.)  
Wiedersehen.   (Mr Lyle hangs up phone and smiles up at Miss Parker)  
You must be Miss Parker. (He stands up and buttons his jacket.)  You look 
just like your mother.
Parker: Where’s my father?
Mr Lyle: He’s … away as I understand it.
(An intercom beeps.  Mr Lyle looks disorientated as he searches for the source.  Finds it 
and pushes the appropriate button.)
Secretary: Mr Lyle, your 10:30 is here.
Mr Lyle: Send her in.
Parker: And, what, Mr Lyle, are you doing in my father’s office?
Mr Lyle: Oh, I’m just … filling in. (Bridget enters, a lithe blonde wearing a 
black leather jacket and patterned leggings, carrying two dearama similar 
to the ones that Miss Parker and co discovered in Jarod’s last lair.)  
Bridget.  Good morning.  Have you met Miss Parker?  Bridget is … the new 
cleaner.
Parker: The new cleaner?
Bridget: I’ve had the dearama analysed. (She places them on the desk.) 
A preliminary report (She slaps this on the desk) on my findings.  (She 
moves to the rear of the desk and leans on the window ledge.)
Parker: How did she get a report on Jarod’s last lair when Sydney and I 
just returned?
Mr Lyle: To be honest, Bridget actually beat you there.
Bridget: Only by a couple of days.
Parker: Ha!  Okay.  What am I, in the twilight zone?
Mr Lyle: We thought it would be a good idea to have Bridget provide 
assistance in the capture of Jarod.  (He moves to the drinks’ table and 
pours himself a drink.)
Parker: I don’t need assistance.  And just who exactly, is we?
Mr Lyle: I am.  (Moves towards Miss Parker.)  The powers are tired of the 
way things have been run; tired of the inefficiency, angry that Jarod is still 
out there.
Bridget: I don’t understand why it’s so hard to capture one man.
Parker: Jarod’s not just a man.  He’s a pretender.  A human chameleon.  
A genius who can literally become anyone he wants to be.  (She has 
regained her composure after the initial shock and is now speaking 
confidently.)
Mr Lyle: And he almost found his family, Miss Parker.  Imagine the 
ramifications.
Parker: I know.  But we have made progress.
Mr Lyle: Yes, we.  (He smiles broadly.)  Is this Sydney, an impediment?
Bridget: Or should he be removed?
Parker: Sydney raised Jarod.  There is an emotional umbilical between 
them.  Sever it and you’ll never see Jarod again.
(There is some non-verbal interaction between Bridget and Miss Parker.  It 
is obvious that they are not going to be friends but bitter rivals.)
Mr Lyle: The Centre is tired of Jarod’s actions.  If he’s really as smart as 
you say he is, and you’re really as smart as I hear you are, (dripping with 
charm.)  I’d think you’d welcome any help you can get since that’d be the 
wise thing to do.  We’re going to be late.  (He moves towards door where 
Bridget is holding the door for him.)  If you hear from your father, let me 
know.

Colonial College Medical School
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Interior
(Dr Fein and Jarod are walking side by side down towards the exit of the Gross Anatomy 
Lab.  Dr Fein is carrying some papers which he consults.)
Dr Fein: Well Jarod.  Your CV is quite impressive.  Undergrad from 
Vanderbilt, Masters in anatomy from Duke, graduated with distinction 
from University of London.  Great accomplishments for a young man.  
(They push through a pair of swing doors.)
Jarod: Well, I’m a quick study.
Dr Fein: I must admit that I’m a little surprised that you’d be willing to 
teach gross anatomy to first year med students.  (He stops walking and 
Jarod turns and faces him.)
Jarod: Well actually, I’m here to work with you.  I’ve been following your 
progress as a research fellow.   I understand you’ve made some great 
strides with the cardiac resuscitation drug.  My guess, from your history, 
it’s a blend between class four setacholines and some sort of generic 
digitalis. 
Dr Fein: It’s supposed to be a secret.
Jarod: A pharmaceutical research race with the Brits.  You can’t keep that 
sort of thing quiet.
Dr Fein: You’re a smart man Jarod.  You should have been an MD instead 
of a PHD.
Jarod: Either way they still call me Doctor.  
(Joel is seen approaching them through the windows in the swing doors.)
Joel: Dr Howard, Dr Fein, Dr Howard!  (He bursts through the swing 
doors.) Yo … oh! (He comes to an abrupt halt as he sees the two people 
that he has been yelling for.)
Jarod: See what I mean?

Outside 
(There is a black van with the words “Fein and Fein Mortuary” in gold lettering on the 
doors reversing up to the back of a building.  One of the doors of the van open and a tall 
slender man emerges.   Jarod and Dr Fein  approach him,  walking down a ramp in front 
of Joel, Fernando and Chloe pushing two gurneys between them).
Jarod: Joel, Fernando.  Take the cadavers to the cold room and give them 
a local and formaldehyde wrap.
Joel:  I’ve already done it.
Sheldon: (Stepping towards Jarod.) Joel works part time at the mortuary.  
Sheldon Fein.  
Jarod: Jarod Howard, faculty.  (Jarod shakes Sheldon’s hand.)  Fein and 
Fein?
Dr Fein: Sheldon and I are brothers.
Sheldon: Christopher became a doctor trying to put the family business 
out of business.
(Chloe and Fernando are manipulating a shrouded body onto the gurney from the back of 
the van.  Chloe spots a woman across the road.)
Chloe: Fernando.  There’s Detective Keys.  Maybe you should go talk to 
her.  Maybe she’s found something.  (Fernando looks towards Detective 
Keys and leaves Chloe.  He crosses over and starts a conversation with 
her.)
Sheldon: I need to get out of here.  (He too has spotted Detective Keys.)
Dr Fein: Joel, The vouchers for the cadavers are on my desk.  Get them 
for  ah Sheldon will you?  
Sheldon: Just send them over.
(Chloe pushes the gurney towards Joel who takes the body up the ramp and into the 
building.  Chloe gets the other gurney and Jarod helps her manoeuvre it into position.  
He looks to Fernando who is having an animated conversation with the Detective Keys.  
The woman is making placating gestures to Fernando who has become agitated and 
upset.)
Jarod: (Jarod is helping Chloe with the next cadaver.) Fernando seems 
sad.
Chloe: Yeah, he should.  His brother disappeared last Halloween.  I’ll take 
this body to the lab.
(She takes the gurney up the ramp and enters the building.  Jarod takes out the a red 
notebook from the back of his trousers, removes his glasses as the van drives away.  
Jarod looks towards Fernando and Detective Keys.  In the notebook are two newspaper 
articles, the first titled “Med Student Enrique Ramos Vanishes”  The second article has a 
picture of two young men, one being Fernando Ramos.  He has his arm around the 
person we assume is his brother Enrique.  The title says “Man looks for Lost Brother”.  
Jarod continues to watch the two having a discussion, the concern lining his face.)

The Centre
Blue Cove Delaware
Sim Lab
(Miss Parker, Sydney and Broots are walking along a ramp, heading for 
the stairs that will take them down into the sim lab.)
Parker: Who the hell is Mr Lyle?
Broots: All I know is that he is barking a lot of orders and all the smart 
people seem to be following them.
Sydney: Maybe he’s part of the Triumvirate.  (They walk down the stairs 
onto the main level of the Sim Lab)
Broots: The Triumvirate?
Parker: What the hell would they be doing here?
Sydney: Assuming power?  Their appearance would certainly explain your 
father’s disappearance.
Broots: Not to mention the price of Funyans.
Parker: Why would they make my father disappear?  (They stop walking 
and turn to face each other.)
Broots: Because someone shot Raines.
Sydney: Hmm!  And they’re not going to stop until they find out who did 
it.
Parker: Well, I’m not going to stop until I find out who Mr Lyle is. 
(Sydney and Broots look at Miss Parker with some concern.)

Outside Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod is on an upper verandah removing a “Condemned” notice from the front of a 
structure that could be a house.  There is a ladder propped up against the railing. A 
young Negro boy of about twelve, and wearing blue jeans, t-shirt, over-sized jacket, 
basketball shoes and wearing several pieces of gold jewellery is looking up at Jarod 
through a gap in the chainlink  fence.  It looks like the wire has been cut and peeled 
back.  There is a path leading up to the front of the house that is covered in dead leaves 
adding to the abandoned air of the structure.)
Bruno: Yo.  (He is shouting up to Jarod.) Don’t tell me you’re moving into 
this dump.  They say it’s haunted.
Jarod: The house? (The boy moves up the path.)
Bruno: No.  The fence.  (Jarod puts down the sign, turns and crouches at 
the railing, arms resting along it.  He is still holding his hammer.)  This 
house is a prime Halloween target.  I’m talking eggings, toilet paper,  
smashed pumpkins.  Tell you what.  For fifty bucks I’ll make sure nobody 
trashes it.
Jarod: I’ve heard about this Halloween, a ritual where people take body 
parts to celebrations?
Bruno: Ain’t been invited to one of those.  Around here it’s mostly teens 
raising hell or kids doing trick or treat things.
Jarod: Trick or Treat?
Bruno: What are you?  From Bosnia?  Trick or treat.  Where kids dressed 
up like goons, come knock on people’s doors and people give them candy.
Jarod: Oh. (Jarod looks puzzled)  …….   Why?
Bruno: Because they know you’re coming and if they don’t you might 
trash their house.
Jarod: So it’s extortion.
Bruno: Now you’re catching on, Bosnia boy.  Remember fifty bucks is 
money well spent.  My name’s Bruno.  You need enforcement around here 
(He slaps himself on the chest) I’m your man.
Jarod: I’ll remember.

Gross Anatomy Theatre
(The students are gathered around the operating tables that  are now 
occupied by the cadavers.  Joel, Chloe and Fernando are sharing one 
table.  All the students are again in their medical gear and Jarod is 
wearing a white lab coat.)
Jarod: (In lecture mode) Now take your rib spreader.  Crack open the 
sternum allowing access to the heart.  (Joel is carrying out Jarod’s 
instructions.)
Joel:  Oh man! (Joel’s face is screwed up in disgust.  Chloe is positively 
glowing with excitement. Fernando is very business-like.)
Chloe: (She points to the heart with a gloved finger.)  It is amazing to 
think that that once pumped blood through this body.
Jarod: Now in order to remove the cadaver’s heart, carefully dissect 
through the pericardial sack.  Now remove the attachments of the aorta 
and the pulmonary veins and arteries.  There shouldn’t be much fluid. 
(Fernando carries out the instructions.  Joel is making heaving motions 
and is struggling for control.  He is loosing the battle.)
Joel:  Excuse me. (Joel turns and hurries away.)
Fernando: Ha ha.
Chloe: (To Jarod) I’ll go make sure he doesn’t get it on his shoes!
Jarod: Hmm. (Jarod smiles in amusement and removes his glasses.  He 
turns to Fernando and watches what he is doing.)
Fernando: The Ancient Greeks believed that the brain was the home of 
the consciousness. (The cadaver on the table is between them.)
Jarod: And the heart was the home of the soul.  (Jarod looks at a crucifix 
that is hanging from a chain around Fernando’s neck.  It is ornate and 
distinctive in design.)  That’s an interesting crucifix.  I spent some time in 
Cuernavaca.  The artisans there they make one very similar.
Fernando: They made this one.  My grandmother’s from Cuernavaca.  
She raised us after my parents were killed.  She gave my brother Enrique 
and me identical ones before we came here to go to school, for good luck.
 Jarod: I heard about your brother’s disappearance.  I’m sorry.  They say 
in some cultures that the bond between brothers can be so strong that 
they can feel each other’s pain.  Can you feel his? 
Fernando: You have a brother?
Jarod: Yes.
Fernando: Do you feel his pain?
Jarod: Every day. (Fernando looks at Jarod as if assessing his sincerity.)
Fernando: I feel my brother in my heart but he can’t feel me any more.  
Enrique’s luck ran out.  I hope that when his heart stopped he didn’t feel 
any pain. 

Flashback
(Jarod’s heartbeat is audible.  Jarod is moved into the tube.  The strap is 
tightened on his wrist.  The syringe is prepared and moves towards him.  
The hands slide Jarod into the tube.   He yells in fear.)
 JAROD’S LAIR
 (The interior of Jarod’s latest lair is a large room.  Above and behind a desk we see large 
picture windows where shadows are made from branches of trees that are being violently 
tossed in a storm.  The room is illuminated by many candles and a few lamps and an 
occasional flash of lightning.  Thunder is heard and seems to reflect Jarod’s mood.    
There is a sofa with a large diorama skull on it and an easy chair as well as some sheet 
covered chairs.  There are two waist high dioramas, one kneeling in prayer and the other 
standing.  There is a fold up bed in one corner.   Jarod is searching through his DSAs 
which are scattered around various pieces of furniture.   He is standing at his reader 
before he moves to the sofa where he looks through a pile of DSAs.  In his frustration he 
throws some across the room.  He grunts in frustration.   He selects one from a pile and 
places it in the reader.)
Jarod: Where AM I?        
(The sim where Jarod tries to bring the astronauts back to earth after 
their ship is disabled is on the screen briefly.  Jarod stops it.  He moves to 
the other side of the room and picks up some more DSAs from the sofa 
but still can’t find the one for which he is looking.  He throws the cushions 
across the room.)
Jarod: Where am I?
(The next DSA in the reader is the sim in where he is a man condemned 
to death by electrocution.  The young Jarod is sitting in the electric chair.  
He stops the DSA.  He is becoming more and more frustrated.  He selects 
another DSA from the pile on the chair and inserts it in the reader.)
Jarod: Where … am … I?
(This time it is the sim where the young Jarod is trying to rescue the 
miners.  It is obvious from his jerky and almost frantic movements that he 
is highly distressed and can not find the DSA for which he is looking.)
Jarod: Where am I?  
(Jarod sits abruptly all energy and anger spent for the time being.  He 
places his face in his hands.  He rubs his hands over his face and through 
his hair.)
Jarod: Sydney. (Jarod is now sitting on the floor talking on his cell phone.  
The fold up bed is behind him and his spare hand is on the handle of a 
large knife that is protruding from a pumpkin that is being prepared for 
Halloween).
Sydney: Jarod!  It’s been so long.  (Sydney is sitting at his desk in his 
office.)
Jarod: Part of my life is missing.
Sydney: You sound troubled.
Jarod: Exhausted.  I can’t sleep.
Sydney: This could be your processing of your emotions regarding the 
loss of family.  Your brother?
Jarod: No I understand that pain.  This is different.  Every time I close my 
eyes I go somewhere … somewhere terrible.

Flashback: 
(Jarod is strapped to the bed.  He yells “Noooooooooooo” as the bed is 
moved into the tube.  He is still struggling against the restraints.)
Jarod: I get to the same point in this living nightmare but I …  I can’t 
finish it … I …. I can’t go on.
Sydney: Perhaps your subconscious doesn’t want to face what lies ahead.  
Let me help you.  Tell me where you are.
Jarod: You tell me where I was.
Sydney: Where you were?
Jarod: My entire life is on these DSAs.  (Jarod is becoming increasingly 
angry.  He grabs a DSA and twirls it in his fingers as he talks.)  From the 
moment you people stole me to the moment I escaped.  Every breath I 
took, every sim I did, every morsel of food I ate.  Except for the last three 
weeks in October the year before I escaped.  
Sydney: There must be a mistake.
Jarod: There is no mistake.  (He is very angry now.  His jaw is clenched 
and there is a restrained tension in every word he says.)  Three weeks of 
my life is missing.  Now I don’t know how I know, but I know it has 
something to do with my fear … and my nightmare.  I need to know what 
happened.

Flashback: 
(Jarod is slid into the tube.  The door is slammed shut.  Jarod protests 
loudly.)

Jarod: I need to know what you did to me.  I need to know.  (Jarod is 
close to breaking point.)

The Centre
Intergroup Concourse Level
Outside Miss Parker’s Office
(As Miss Parker approaches the door to her office, Bridget is seen coming 
out of it, her signature lollypop in her mouth.)
Parker: Can I help you?
Bridget: Just getting my bearings.
Parker: Well keep them out of my office. (She is very angry.)
Bridget: Right!
(Miss Parker watches her leave a look of astonishment on her face.  A tall man carrying a 
piece of paper approaches Miss Parker while she is watching Bridget walk away.)
Larron: Okay.  I’ve checked the summer house, the estate in Scotland 
and in Bimamy and no one knows where your father is.
Parker: Larron.
Larron: Yes Miss Parker?
Parker: If she’s ever in my office again I’ll kill you.
Larron: Yes Miss Parker.  (Larron turns to leave somewhat deflated by 
Miss Parker’s lack of appreciation for the work he had done in trying to 
track her father.  Miss Parker turns and opens the door to her office.)
 
Miss Parker’s Office
(Miss Parker looks around furtively.  She is bending over her desk when 
the door opens and Sydney enters the room with Broots behind him.
Parker: (To Sydney) What’s he doing out of his hole?
Sydney: We found something we thought ……. (Miss Parker makes fists 
indicating silence and points towards the door.)
Parker: Outside.

Outside Miss Parker’s Office 
Parker: I don’t want to talk in there.
Sydney: I searched through my old records.  I was in Europe during the 
missing time that Jarod was talking about.  The precise dates.
Parker: So? (She turns to Sydney and they all stop walking.)
Sydney: It was a pointless symposium but I was ordered to attend by Mr 
Raines. 
Broots: I tell you that all the weirdness around here is courtesy of Mr 
Skin Grafts himself.
Sydney: Mr Lyle shows up.  Your father disappears.  It’s too coincidental 
to be just a coincidence.
Parker: Syd, how is it that half the time you bumble around without a 
clue and the other half you’re a sage that knows everything?  What’s that 
about?
Sydney: (Sydney looks over his shoulder to where Mr Lyle  and Bridget 
are walking.) Survival
Broots: Oh.  Ah.  I’m going to go back to my hole.  (He is very nervous 
with being so close to Mr Lyle and Bridget. He turns to leave.)
Parker: (Miss Parker grabs Boots by his shirt tail and pulls him back.)   
First you’re going to help me find out exactly who Mr Lyle is.
Broots: And how do you expect me to do that?
Parker: Who knows all the dirty secrets around here?
Sydney: Mr Raines.
Parker: Score one for Captain Kangaroo.  While Raines is in the Infirmary 
you hack into his archives and search for any references to Mr Lyle. 
Broots: Are you crazy?
Sydney: And while you’re rifling through his archives find out what Raines 
was doing here while I was in Europe.
Broots: Oh God!  (Miss Parker pats him on the shoulder and walks away.  
Sydney pats him on the same shoulder and walks off in a different 
direction.  Broots is left standing the enormity of what they’ve told him to 
do, keeping him rooted to the spot.)   
Oh come on!
 
Gross Anatomy Theatre
Jarod: (Jarod walks towards the table where Fernando is working on his 
cadaver.  He is carrying a Day of the Dead Cadaver that he is studying 
with some affection.) Where are your study partners?
Fernando: Joel is trying to hold down lunch…. And, ah, Chloe went to get 
some.   (He laughs.)  A Day of the Dead Cadaver.  I guess you did spend 
some time in Cuernavaca.
Jarod: Yes.  A little hobby I picked up when I was there.  (Jarod fiddles 
with the doll.)
Fernando: Were you teaching?
Jarod: No, I was a monk.  But I did learn a lot about the Day of the Dead, 
and about respecting and remembering those who came before. 
Fernando: Every year when we were little our grandmother would take 
us to the graves of our parents.  We would clean and decorate them with 
the cadavers that we would make.  She would tell us stories about them 
and connect us to our roots.  Do you do that at the graves of your 
relatives?
Jarod: No. I don’t know where they are.
Fernando: I want to find Enrique so that I can bury him properly.
Jarod: You seem sure that he’s not alive.
Fernando: The night he … ah … disappeared he decided to skip the 
Halloween party and help me study for my pre-med exam.  He never 
made it home.  Part of me died last Halloween.  It was the part that was 
connected to my brother.  (Fernando looks through the glass in the lab 
door.  Sheldon and Christopher Fein can be seen having what would 
appear to be a heated discussion.)  Some brothers don’t have that 
connection.

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod is sitting at his desk the DSA reader open in front of him.  He is 
surrounded by lighted candles, images, statues and other displays of 
traditional Halloween paraphernalia.)
Bruno: Nice place, if you’re trying to raise the dead.
Jarod: (Jarod is startled by Bruno’s appearance but calmly closes the lid 
of the DSA reader.)  I didn’t hear you knock.
Bruno: (Bruno looks around himself and while walking into the room is 
startled by some of Jarod’s little discoveries.)  Funny!  Neither did I.  You 
know, most adults aren’t into Halloween quite this much.
Jarod: It’s research.
Bruno: Hey! I downloaded all the back issues of the newspapers like you 
asked.  (Jarod holds out his hand for the stack of papers that Bruno is 
carrying but Bruno pulls back) …  Now where’s MY paper?  …. (Jarod 
reaches into a pocket and pulls out a bill and passes it across the table.)  I 
know that it’s none of my business but why did you want only the 
obituaries for the last few years? (Bruno puts the bill in the inside pocket 
of his jacket.)
Jarod: You’re right.  It’s none of your business.  (Jarod starts looking 
through the papers puts then down and picks up a plastic Halloween 
pumpkin.)  Here’s some trick or treat candy.  I’m particularly fond of the 
black and orange kind.  Very tasty!
Bruno: (He takes some candy from the pumpkin.)  The orange and black 
kind?  You are from Bosnia.  And I’m way too old for trick or treating.
Jarod: What do you do on Halloween?
Bruno: (He starts talking animatedly.)  Well, my favourite thing is dried 
dog poop and some newspaper, throw it on some old fart’s porch, set it on 
fire and run.
Jarod: Why?
Bruno: Because they come out and stamp on it.
Jarod: Well, doesn’t that mess his shoes?  (Bruno looks at him 
questioningly and raises his eyebrows.)   Oh.  Oh! (They laugh together.)
That’s good.
  
Mortuary
(A pair of very well polished black shoes (obviously not marred from 
stamping on flaming dog poop) are attached to a very well pressed of 
trousers.  Joel is leaning over a coffin that houses the well-dressed 
cadaver.  He is adjusting the its tie.  Jarod approaches Joel from behind.
Jarod: Good evening.  (Joel turns around quickly startled by Jarod’s 
presence.)  I’m glad I caught you at work.  I missed you in class today.   
I’m a little worried about your study group.  I’m not sure you’re going to 
make it.  
Joel: Nah!  Don’t worry Professor Howard.  I’m not going to let them 
down.
Jarod: It’s not about you.  It’s about Fernando.  His brother couldn’t 
handle it.  I’m not sure that he can.
Joel:  I knew Enrique and I know Fernando.  He’s a rock.
Jarod: So it’s true then.  Enrique couldn’t take the pressure.
Joel: I saw him crack up myself.   I was helping Enrique recruit homeless 
men for one of Dr Fein’s research projects.  We had to search for this 
particular fellow called Broad Street Bill.  But when I came in around 11 
o’clock for the night shift Enrique started acting really strange.  He called 
Dr Fein.
Jarod: And after work, he went home?
Joel:  He went out to do a burial first.
Jarod: At eleven o’clock at night?
Joel:  We do late burials here all the time.  Saves money or something.

Mortuary Office
(Jarod looking furtive enters the office and activates the computer.  He 
requests an alphabetical listing of all the burial records.  He prints the 
records.  He runs a finger down the list until he finds the date 31/10 at 
11:00pm the time that Enrique went to do the late burial.  The name that 
catches his attention is Marissa Hall.)

Pre-Dissected Cadavers
(Jarod has hold of a hand that is protruding from under a sheet.  He is 
taking its fingerprints.)

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod is sitting at his desk and is feeding the fingerprint sheets through 
the scanner.  He executes a search with the Department of Motor 
Vehicles.  A match is found and is that of Marissa Hall.  Across her photo 
identification is the word “Deceased”.)
Jarod: Well Marissa.  If you’re dead in my lab, who’s buried in your 
grave?

Cemetary
(It is now evening, a full moon illuminates the foggy landscape and Jarod 
is at the grave of Marissa Hall.  Her tombstone reads “Marissa Hall Our 
Beloved Mother 1951 – 1996”.  He has the coffin beside the grave and 
opens first one section and then the other.  He crouches down beside the 
casket observing the skeletal hand that is like a claw reaching up to the 
night sky.  Jarod sees a crucifix around the cadaver’s neck.  He reaches in 
and pulls it from the body.  It is identical to the one that Fernando wears 
around his neck.  He moves his hand up to the lid of the coffin above the 
claw-like hand where the lining is torn and scratch marks can be seen on 
the exposed timber.  He falls back onto his haunches in horror as the 
realisation hits him.)
Jarod: Oh my God!  Enrique!  They buried you alive.

Jarod’s Lair And Flashback To Centre Lab
(Jarod is lying on his sofa in his lair.  His head is tossing from side to side.  
His dreams are disturbed by the flashback.)
Flashback: 
(Once again the restraints are being applied and he is struggling and 
yelling.  He is lying enclosed in the tube, his heartbeat can be heard but it 
is slowing.  As it slows, Jarod’s struggles against the restraints become 
more feeble and eventually they stop entirely as he collapses back and 
loses consciousness.)
Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod is sitting at the desk the laptop and printer in front of him.  He is 
talking on his cell phone.  There are many candles lit behind him.)
Sydney: (Sydney is standing in the sim lab, Jarod’s childhood tricycle is 
at his feet.)  You had the nightmare again?
Jarod: So what was it?  Some kind of narcotics experiment?  Nerve gas 
test?  Or just the MRI from hell?
Sydney: Whatever it was, Jarod, it was done without my knowledge.  I’d 
been sent to Europe during the missing time.  I’m doing everything I can 
to get you answers.  (Sydney walks up the stairs towards his office.)
Jarod: Do you ever think about death Sydney?
Sydney: Not a day goes by where I don’t wonder if it could be my last.
Jarod: Are you ill?
Sydney: I work at The Centre.  There are unsettling changes here.  (He 
sits at his desk.)
Jarod: Then walk away.
Sydney: My work here isn’t finished.  Until you are out of jeopardy.  You 
and …
Jarod: Jacob.   (Looks at the photo of Fernando and Enrique.)  We can’t 
forget our brothers Sydney.  (He picks up the photo of Kyle, his brother.)  
In life or in death.

Outside the Colonial College Medical School
 (Jarod walks through the doorway of the medical school.  He sees 
Sheldon and Christopher Fein sitting at a picnic table eating lunch 
together.  As usual their relationship appears strained.   Jarod’s look of 
anger is quite frightening.)

Mortuary Chapel
(Sheldon is fussing over a cadaver in a coffin that has been prepared for 
display.  There is filtered light in the chapel, candles and many 
arrangements of flowers.  Jarod approaches quietly from behind Sheldon.  
He is carrying a large envelope.  He is still in his professor “disguise”.)
Sheldon: (He gets a fright and spins around to face Jarod.)  Oh.  Ah. Ha 
ha ha.  You were so quiet … I  … I
Jarod: You must get a lot of that around here.
Sheldon: Oh yeah.  Funny!
Jarod: I was waiting for you.  Your brother asked me to give you these 
vouchers for the cadavers.  (Jarod hands some papers to Sheldon.)
Sheldon: Oh. Okay.  Thanks.
Jarod: While I was waiting Detective Keys came by looking for you.  (He 
moves across to the pulpit.)
Sheldon: Detective Keys?
Jarod: Hm Hmm.   You know the one.  She’s helping Fernando find his 
brother, Enrique.  Oh, she asked me to give you this.  (Jarod turns and 
hands the envelope to Sheldon.  Sheldon takes it from Jarod and starts to 
withdraw the contents.)  It’s an exhumation order for a woman named 
Hall.  Marissa Hall.  It’s very interesting Detective Keys came by my lab 
today and she was fingerprinting cadavers.  There was this pre-dissected 
cadaver from last year on my slab and I’ll be damned if it isn’t the very 
same Marissa Hall.  (Jarod moves back to face Sheldon.) 
Sheldon: Who are you?  (Sheldon is looking very upset.)
Jarod: (Jarod drops the pleasant tone of voice that he had adopted for 
most of this conversation.  His tone now has a hard edge to it.)  Someone 
who wants to know how many more of your customers Detective Keys is 
going to find in my lab and someone who wants to know why Enrique 
Ramos was buried alive in the grave that he dug.
Sheldon: Oh no.  (Sheldon has started to perspire.)
Jarod: Yes.
Sheldon: Oh no.  (Sheldon is even more upset now.)
Jarod: I dug him up myself.  And unless you want to dig your own grave 
any deeper I suggest that you tell me what he was doing there.
Sheldon: Last Halloween my brother brought in the body of a homeless 
man and told me to cremate it.  Enrique was working later that night and 
when he saw the body he got really upset … ah … He called my brother 
and the next thing I know my brother shows up looking for him and I told 
him Enrique was digging the plot for the Hall woman.  I just assumed that 
he paid him to leave town.
Jarod:  He wasn’t quite that lucky.
(Sheldon watches Jarod as he turns and leaves the chapel.)

The Centre
Outside Mr Raine’s Office
(Broots, looking extremely nervous and agitated, peers around the door of 
Mr Raines office and when he thinks the coast is clear, steps out of it 
quickly and pulls the door shut behind him.  He is startled when a couple 
walk past him and he sketches a hello at them which they ignore.  He 
starts to walk away from Raines’ office when a packet of Funyans falls at 
his feet.  They have, to his dismay, been dropped by Bridget.)
Bridget: Can you believe they’ve raised the price of snack food.
Broots: Oh .. no.  (He bends down to pick up the dropped packet.)
Bridget: No bother.  (She bends so that she’s on the same level as Broots 
and picks up the packet.)  It’s my job to clean up around here anyway.  
Names Bridget.  (She opens the packet.)  Cat got your tongue luv?  (She 
pops a Funion into her mouth.)
Broots: Oh no.  It’s just that I … I thought I … I was the only one who ate 
those things around here.
Bridget: You’ve got company now, Mr Broots.  (She places a broken ring 
in Broots mouth as his jaw drops open and runs a finger along his jaw 
line.)
Broots: Ha Ha!  Thank You
Bridget: By the way.  Mr Raines isn’t in his office today.  (She winks at 
him and walks away.)

Dr Fine’s Lab
(Jarod is peering through the reinforced glass windows in a double door 
that leads to a lab. Joel stands beside him.)
Joel: I really shouldn’t be doing this.  Dr Fein doesn’t let anybody into this 
lab.  He gets real paranoid someone’s going to poach his data.  Even when 
I brought him test subjects they could only come in one at a time.
Jarod: Like the homeless man you were telling me about?
Joel: Broad Street Bill?  Yeah.  Yeah.  As a matter of fact Dr Fein did 
several tests on him.
Jarod: And you haven’t seen him for a year, have you?
Joel:  No I haven’t.
Jarod: (Jarod steps closer to Joel.  And you never will.  No one will.  
(Jarod unlocks the door and pushes it open and enters the room.)

Sydney’s Office
(Sydney is sitting in his chair at his desk.  Miss Parker, with one hand on 
her hip is leaning on the back of the chair.  Broots is looking outside of the 
office as if checking that they are alone.)
Broots: Raines had nothing on Mr Lyle in his archives.  It’s like he doesn’t 
exist.
Parker: Then why are you wetting your pants?
Broots: Why?  Because of that Bridget.  Rumour is she’s an assassin.  I 
know she saw me coming out of Raine’s office.  And she called me mister.  
What do you think she means by that?
Parker: Let’s forget Princess Night and start the damned disk.
(Broots bends over the keyboard and executes the command to start the 
DSA.)
Broots: This disk is from Raines’ private archives.

DSA:
(A man clothed only in pyjama bottoms is being dragged along by two 
men who have firm grasps on each of his arms.  The man is struggling 
and yelling “NO.  NO.”  Because he is barefooted he can not get any 
purchase on the polished floor.)  
Sydney: My God, it’s Jarod.  (They are all peering intently at the monitor 
screen and move in closer.)
Broots: It’s from the time you were in Europe

DSA:  
(Jarod is being dragged towards the tube that has been the focal point of 
Jarod’s nightmares.  Once they arrive at the tube Jarod pulls out of their 
grasp and Jarod’s face can be seen distorted in terror.  They quickly 
subdue him.)

Dr Fine’s Lab
Outter Lab
(Jarod pushes through the door into the room.  Joel follows him in but 
stops straight away.)
Joel:  See Nothing special.  Nothing at all.  Let’s go. (He turns to leave.)
Jarod: What’s in there?  (He points to another door that is closed with a 
padlock. There is a “No Admittance Private” sign on it.)
Joel:  I don’t know.  He never let me go further than here.

Inner Lab
(Jarod peers around the door that he has just opened, steps into the room 
and removes his glasses.  He notices an operating table to his left that he 
moves towards.  He runs his fingers over the padded wrist restraints that 
are attached to the table.
Joel:  We really shouldn’t be doing this. (Joel has also noticed the table 
and its strange equipment.) What the hell is that?

Flashback
(Jarod continues to struggle with his assailants while they place him on 
the table and strap him to it using padded wrist straps.  They are 
tightened and Jarod screams his disapproval.  “No!  No!  
NoooooooOOOOOOOOOoooooo”!)

Sydney’s Office
DSA:  Two men enter the lab where Jarod can be seen to be struggling.  
One of them is pulling an oxygen tank.  The other is not recognisable from 
the rear.  They are both wearing the grey suits that are almost like the 
Centre uniform.
Parker: Who’s that with Mr Raines?
DSA:  Jarod is screaming.  They approach the table to which Jarod is 
strapped.  The other man is obscured by Mr Raines and the men 
struggling with Jarod.  Mr Raines walks over to the side and begins 
preparing a syringe.

Dr Fine’s Inner Lab
Flashback
(Jarod is lying on the table and sees the approach of the syringe.  He yells 
again.)

Joel:  (Jarod picks up a syringe from the trolley beside the table and holds 
it up in front of his face.  Joel picks up a drug bottle and reads the label.)  
Cardio Benzine.  What?
Jarod: (Jarod seems to be entranced by the syringe and answers almost 
as if he’s in an hypnotic state.)  It’s used to slow a patient’s heart rate.  In 
large enough doses, to stop it.

Flashback
(Jarod watches as the syringe comes towards him again.  Mr Raines is 
seen preparing the syringe.  Jarod yells.  “NO NO”  The images spin away 
from Jarod.)

Sydney’s Office
DSA
(Jarod, on the table is slid into the tube and the door is slammed shut.  
Through a window in the door Jarod’s face can be seen upside down.  He 
is peering out in terror.)
Sydney: Show me the gauges Broots.  (Broots executes the commands 
so that a close up of the gauges can be seen.  The needle is spinning in an 
anti-clockwise direction from red to blue.)
Parker: My God!
Sydney: Below freezing.  
Parker: There!  Stop it.  (Miss Parker has caught a glimpse of the man 
who has accompanied Mr Raines to the lab.)
Broots: Okay.  (Broots stops the DSA at the profile of the man.) Who 
Who is that?
Parker: Mr Lyle.  (She stands up from where she has been leaning over 
the desk.)  This freak gets around more than Ed McMahon.
Broots: Who is this guy?
Parker: I don’t know.  And that’s what scares me.  (She leans over the 
desk again and restarts the disk with a slap at the keyboard.)
DSA:  
(Mr Raines is peering through the glass at Jarod who now appears to be 
shrouded in fog caused by the cold.  Jarod’s noise and movement lessen 
and eventually stop.)

 Dr Fine’s Inner Office
Jarod: (He picks up another drug bottle and reads the label out loud.)  
Adrenal cortozene.  
Joel:  Dr Fine’s experimental blood pressure drug?
Jarod: Experimental, yes.  Blood pressure, no.  He was using it to revive 
heart response.

Flashback
(Jarod is pulling against the restraints inside the tube.  The mist is getting 
thicker.  His heartbeat is slower until it stops.)

Joel: (Joel has picked up the electro shock paddles.) What did he need … 
what did he need these for?  
Jarod: For when it didn’t work. 

Sydney’s Office
DSA
(A monitor shows Jarod’s heart rate.  It is a flat line and emits a monotone whine.  Mr 
Raines and Mr Lyle are examining the monitor.)
Parker:  Jarod’s flat-lined.
Sydney:  They were killing him.  (Sydney is whispering in amazement.)
DSA  
The heart rate monitor is still showing the flat line.  The men with Mr 
Raines open the door to the tube and pull Jarod from within its confines.  
Mr Raines applies the electro shock paddles to his chest and yells “Clear”.  
He repeats the process three times.  Mr Lyle looks on a very bland 
expression on his face.

Dr Fine’s Inner Lab
Flashback
(Jarod’s body leaps off the table with each application of the paddles.  The violence of 
this type of procedure can be seen as Jarod’s lifeless body leaps as far as the restraints 
will allow.  There is no response from Jarod.)

Jarod:  That’s what they did to me.  (Jarod’s jaw is clenched and he is 
very angry.)
Joel:  Do you think Dr Fein was trying to kill his subjects?
Jarod:  He killed them all.  For a minute or two anyway.  And then he’d 
revive them.
Joel:  Broad Street Bill?
Jarod:  The one who didn’t come back.

Jarod’s Lair
(The following is a list of mini-scenes in the order that they appear.)
Halloween Images:  Lit candles, a gapping mouth of fang-like teeth with drool coming off 
them. 
Tombstone: Jarod is seen with goggles chiselling a head stone using a chisel and a 
wooden mallet.  He is surrounded by candles and skulls.
Coffin: The blade of an electric saw is seen from under a piece of pine which it is cutting. 
Children: A door opens.   There are a number of children dressed for 
Halloween.  “Trick or Treat”?
Jarod: Who wants Pez? (Jarod holds out a tray that contains many Pez.  
The children help themselves.)
Coffin: The hole in the timber is almost complete.
Tombstone: Jarod is chiselling the head stone.
Tape:  A mini cassette tape is placed in a tape recorder and the door   
closed.
Coffin: The piece of timber falls through.  A man wearing a Halloween 
mask is operating the saw.
Tongs: Jarod picks up his phone using a set of fire-place tongs.
Children: (The doorbell is heard chiming.)  The door is opened again to 
more children.  “Trick or Treat?”
Jarod: There you go.  (Jarod holds out the tray again.)
Tongs: Jarod takes the phone from the tongs and opens the phone and dials.
Coffin: The man who has been cutting the timber removes the mask.  As suspected it is 
Jarod.
Tombstone: Jarod blows on the end of his chisel and examines his work 
with satisfaction.
Bat:  A Halloween bat suspended on string is swinging slightly.
 
Jarod: (Talking on phone.)  Dr Fein?  It’s Jarod.  I’m sorry to disturb you 
but Sheldon was looking for you.  Something about an exhumation order.
Dr Fein: (Dr Fein is in his lab.  He is wearing hospital scrubs.)  
Exhumation?  Did he say who?
Jarod: Some woman named Hall.  You want me to go down there?  A mix 
up with the cadavers, well that could be very bad for the school.
Dr Fein: No.  No.  Ah, I’ll handle it. 
Jarod: Whatever you say boss. (Jarod looks mischievous.)

Cemetary
(It is night.  The head stones are shrouded in mist.  An owl is heard 
making its distinctive call.  Dr Fein is walking amongst the graves, a torch 
that he is holding is swinging from side to side.  He approaches an area 
that has been illuminated by many candles.  There is a freshly dug grave, 
a mound of dirt to one side, an open coffin, the lid of which has a window 
in it near to one end.  Surrounding the grave are the trappings of a burial 
plot that has been prepared for the Night Of The Dead.  There is a 
skeleton draped in a white lab coat and wearing dark rimmed glasses.  Dr 
Fein is confused and perplexed by what he sees.  His torch illuminates  the 
headstone.  “Dr Christopher Fein. M.D.  Rest in Peace 1955 – 1997”.   A 
flame is thrown at his feet.  He looks down and stamps on the flame which 
has ignited a paper bag.  Once the flame is out he looks at his shoe in 
disgust.  It would seem that Bruno’s Halloween prank has worked quite 
well.)
Jarod: Trick or treat?  (Jarod is now out of his professor disguise and is 
wearing all black, including jacket and gloves.)
Dr Fein: You scared the hell out of me.
Jarod: Well it is after all what this holiday is all about, (He pops some 
candy in his mouth.)  isn’t it?  Oh you’re too late.  He’s gone.
Dr Fein: Who’s gone?
Jarod: Enrique.  You know.  The other man you killed. 
Dr Fein: What kind of sick prank are you trying to play?
Jarod: (Jarod moves towards Dr Fein who in turn is forced to walk 
backwards in the direction of the grave.)  It isn’t a prank.  It’s a life 
lesson.  You know, in some cultures they believe that the spirit of a man 
killed in anger returns to exact revenge on its perpetrators.  Spooky huh? 
(Jarod waves his fingers in front of his face in imitation of a child’s ghost.)
Dr Fein: I’m getting out of here.  (Dr Fein tries to push past Jarod but 
Jarod pushes him backward with his shoulder.)
Jarod: Oh no, you can’t leave Dr Fein. (Jarod pushes him in the chest.) 
This is the Day of the Dead.   And you sir are the special guest.   (The 
coffin catches Fein at the back of the knees and he falls over backwards 
into the coffin.  Jarod quickly slams and latches the lid closed.  Dr Fein can 
be seen through the window at the head of the coffin.)
Dr Fein: Let me out of here Jarod.  This isn’t funny.  (He bangs on the lid 
with his fist.)
Jarod: Oh I know.  It would be awful to be buried alive especially with 
that on your shoe.  (Jarod bends over and slides the coffin into the grave.  
It falls with a crash.)
Dr Fein: Owww.  Jarod.  (He bangs on the lid again.)
Jarod: Sh sh shs sh sh.  There’s no reason to wake the dead.  (He picks 
up a long handled shovel.)  You’re going to be joining them soon enough.  
(He throws a shovel- full of dirt onto the coffin.)
Dr Fein: Jarod please.  (Jarod squats down beside the grave.)
Jarod: Did Enrique discover that you had killed one of the research 
subjects that he had recruited for you?
Dr Fein: You’re crazy.  
Jarod: Ah ah ahhhh.  (Jarod stands up and uses the shovel to throw more 
dirt on the coffin.)  That’s not a very nice thing to say to a man with a 
shovel is it?
Dr Fein: Let me out.  Let me out of here, Jarod, please.
Jarod: (Jarod crouches down beside the grave again.)  You took an 
innocent, homeless man and you turned him into your guinea pig.  
Someone to test your heart drug on.  Someone that you didn’t think 
would be missed if it didn’t work.  Well it didn’t work, did it?  Someone did 
miss him.  Enrique.  So you buried him alive to save your research.  Didn’t 
you?  Didn’t you?  Didn’t you?  Didn’t you?
Dr Fein: Yes! Yes!  Now, let me out of here.  (He bangs on the lid again.)
Jarod: Screaming isn’t going to help you conserve your oxygen.  And 
believe me you’re going to need all that you can get.
Dr Fein: No. No. NO! Jarod.  No.
Jarod: Happy Halloween.  (Jarod throws more dirt onto the coffin but this 
time covers the window of the coffin lid so that Fein’s vision of the outside 
is obscured.)
Dr Fein: No Jarod.   No Jarod.
(Jarod walks away from the grave.  Jarod “psst”s to the shadows.  Bruno 
emerges from the mist pushing a bicycle.  Jarod hands him an envelope, 
the tape player and a cell phone.  Dr Fein is still banging on his coffin and 
calling out to Jarod.)
Jarod: Wait fifteen minutes, then call Detective Keys.
Bruno: Does he have enough air in there?
Jarod: More than enough.  But he doesn’t need to know that.
Bruno: You know Bosnia boy, this is the best Halloween I’ve ever had.
(Jarod walks away through the head stones.  Dr Fein is still yelling.  Bruno goes across to 
the grave and leans his arm along the top of the head stone to wait.)

Colonial College Medical School
 (Chloe, Joel and Fernando are walking along a passage.  Chloe is being teased in a good 
natured way by Joel.)
Joel:  Whoa.  A C-.
Chloe: Will you stop.  I didn’t get a C-.
Joel:  Oh yes you did.  C-.
Chloe: I did not.  You got a C- is what I think.
Joel:  Very bad.
Chloe: Oh you, my friend!
(The argument continues as Chloe sees an envelope addressed to 
Fernando, picks it up and hands it to him.  Fernando opens the envelop 
and a crucifix slides out of it into his hand.  He brings it to his lips and 
grimaces.  It is the crucifix that was around Enrique’s neck.)

The Centre
Burn’s Unit
(There is a floor length blue diaphanous curtain swaying gently.  It 
encloses what appears to be a hospital room.  In the centre there is a bed 
enclosed in plastic. Mr Raines is lying on his stomach, the scars from the 
skin grafts standing out on the pink skin of his back.  He is naked from the 
waist up.  He peers through the plastic and sees Miss Parker 
approaching.)
Parker: You were expecting Florence Nightingale?
Mr Raines: What do you want?
Parker: Answers.  The kind that only you can give me.
Mr Raines: (He lifts his head off the bed.)
Parker: The skin grafts are healing nicely.
Mr Raines: (Miss Parker takes out a cigarette and is about to light it with 
her lighter.  She thinks better of this.)
Parker: Hmm, let’s not have another blow up shall we?  (She puts out the 
flame of the cigarette lighter.)
Mr Raines: (He reaches for the nurse’s call switch.  Miss Parker pulls back 
the plastic curtain and grabs the device from his outstretched hand.  He is 
unable to resist in his weakened condition.)
Parker: Nobody’s going to hear us.  Nobody can see us.  And nobody’s 
going to come to save you.  It’s just you and me.  Now I want to know 
where my father is?  (Miss Parker prods at a skin graft at the back of Mr 
Raines’ neck.)  Where … is … my  … father?  
Mr Raines: I don’t know.
Parker: Is he dead?  (She inserts a finger nail under the edge of the graft 
at the back of his neck and prises up a piece of skin.  She gets hold of it 
and starts to pull it up.)
Mr Raines: I …  don’t … know.
Parker: Who is Mr Lyle?  Who is he?  (She continues to pull at the skin 
and it makes a ripping sound as she pulls it up.  Mr Raines winces at the 
pain.)
Mr Raines: He’s the boogeyman.
(Mr Raines allows his head to fall back onto the bed.  Miss Parker pulls 
away from him, looking startled and just a little disgusted.)

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod is standing at the top of the stairs of his lair.  He is talking on his 
cell phone.)
Jarod: They stopped my heart.  Why?
Sydney: (Sydney is sitting on the stairs in the sim lab.)  I don’t know.  
Why does Mr Raines do anything he does?
Jarod: He wasn’t alone.  The other man.  (He starts to walk down the 
stairs.)
Sydney: Mr Lyle.  He’s here at The Centre now.  I won’t let this go.  I 
promise you that.
Jarod: Well, neither will I.
Sydney: Will you be alright?
Jarod: I’ll survive.  Even if it is the Day of the Dead.  (He walks through 
his candle-lit living area.)
Sydney: Halloween.
Jarod: Which I happen to be late for.  Trick or treating you know.
Sydney: Dressed as what?
Jarod: The scariest creature I can think of.

Front Door Of Some Poor Unsuspecting Suburbanite
(The door opens and a woman peers down expecting to find a “little 
person”.    Instead she sees a pair of well polished black shoes and an 
oxygen tank on a trolley.  She looks up.  Jarod is standing there in a grey 
suit and holding out the plastic Halloween pumpkin.  He is dressed as Mr 
Raines!
Jarod:  Trick or Treat?


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