SEASON 3
EPISODE 3
“Once in a Blue Moon”
Writers: Andrew Dettman and Daniel Truly
Director: Chuck Bowman

Transcriber’s Note:
This, by far, has been the most difficult episode to transcribe.  The reason for this is due to the highly emotional and dramatic 
nature of “Once in a Blue Moon”.  Even though I have made an attempt to describe the cool mocking tone of Douglas 
Willard (Michael Des Barres) and the emotional escalation of Jarod (Michael T Weiss) in the script that follows, the only 
way to fully appreciate their performance is to watch the episode.;  The interaction between Jarod and Willard is intense and 
powerful and beyond my capabilities as a writer to capture on the page.  So, my advice to you if you have not seen it. Is to 
beg, borrow or obtain a copy of it.
Diner
(Jarod sits down at the counter and picks up a menu.  He watches closely as a young man 
stirs the contents of a big pot on a cooker.)
Jarod: Excuse me, is that what’s known as Chilli?
Cook: I don’t eat it I just stir it.
Jarod: That little talking dog on the commercial says that it’s very good.
Cook: That’s the wrong franchise.  That’s our mascot. (The young 
man points to a poster of a rat wearing a sombrero that is on the wall behind Jarod.  Jarod 
turns and looks at it.)
Jarod: Rico the Taco Rat?  What do you recommend?
Cook: That you go some place else.
Jarod: Ha ha.  (He returns to reading the menu.)  Let’s see.  You know, I think I will try the 
Jimmy Jinja?
Cook: It’s your colon. (The youth leans over and turns up the volume on a television set 
above the counter.)

TV Announcer:
“This normally quiet neighbourhood is gripped with fear following the disappearance of 
seventeen year old Sarah Rickman, who according to police was taken from her home 
sometime during the early morning hours.  The parents have made an appeal to the abductors 
begging for their daughter’s safe return.   (Cut over to where the parents are leaving their 
home and making confused and frantic pleas to the kidnappers via the media.)  Now among 
the bizarre details associated with the crime the kidnapper apparently removed the eyes from 
several stuffed animals and left a message scrawled on the mirror.”
Jarod: Blue Moon Rising  (Jarod stands and leaves.)

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod is searching through his DSAs looking for a specific one.  He eventually locates the 
one he is looking for and inserts it into the DSA Reader.)

DSA
Sydney: We need your help.  Something terrible has happened.  A girl has been kidnapped.  
You need to find her.

Rickman Residence
Snow Hill, Maryland
Crime Scene
(Jarod arrives at the crime scene which is bustling with officers of the law and technicians.  
He signs in at the door with a trooper.  The trooper takes the clipboard to the person in 
charge while Jarod starts to move around the room.)
Trooper: Excuse me, Lieutenant Fawkes.
Fawkes: Who’s he?
Trooper: A special agent from the Justice Department.
Flashback
(As Jarod takes in the present day scene, he flashes back to similar scenes in a past sim.)
Jarod: I can’t Sydney.  I’m scared.  
Sydney: You want to help Annie don’t you.
Jarod: Sydney no.  I’m too scared.
Sydney: Put your fear away.
Jarod: But Sydney, I can’t!
Sydney: You have to, Jarod.  You’re the only one who can save her.
(Young Jarod looks in the Sim Lab mirror to where the words “BLUE MOON RISING” have 
been written.

Crime Scene
(Jarod looks at the same message on his mirror.  Sydney’s words echo in his head.  “You’re 
the only one who can save her.”

OPENING CREDITS

Crime Scene
(The officer in charge approaches Jarod.  She is in her mid-thirties and dressed 
conservatively in skirt and blouse.)
Fawkes: Funny, I don’t remember calling in the Justice Department. 
Jarod: Jarod Wrestler.  I’m a criminal behaviourist.  I’m here to help.
Fawkes: Go back to Washington.  We have enough cops to handle a kidnapping.
Jarod: You won’t be receiving a ransom note, Detective.  
Fawkes: Lieutenant.
Jarod: Look, the man who took Sarah is a killer.  So every minute we stand here arguing is a 
minute closer to her death.  (He turns and faces the mirror where the message is written.)  
He’s taunting you. (He moves to the bed.)
Fawkes: You think?  (She is reluctant to accept his assistance.)
Jarod: He cuts the eyes out.   (He picks up a teddy bear that has the stuffing hanging out of it 
where the eyes have been removed.)  It makes him believe he’s invisible.  And these curtains, 
he left them open on purpose.
Fawkes: Look again cruskin. (In a mocking tone.)   The curtains are closed.  They’ve always 
been closed.
Maxwell: (Another officer who has been taking notes at the scene interrupts.)  Actually they 
were open Lieutenant.  I shut them to keep the cameras out.
Fawkes: Talk.
Jarod: I’ve seen this MO before.  A series of crimes committed by a man named Douglas 
Willard.
Fawkes: Maxwell, APB this Willard.
Jarod: Don’t bother he’s been in prison for the last twenty years.

Jarod’s Lair
(Miss Parker charges into the room, her pistol drawn.  Once she sees that the room is empty 
she puts the gun away and Broots and Sydney follow her into the room.  The bed is neatly 
made, and around the walls is the evidence that Jarod was involved in some underwater 
work.  A wet suit and flippers hang on one wall another is lined with shelves that contain air 
tanks.  The reflection off water outside the room makes a dappled light effect on the walls.)
Broots: Looks like the lights are on but there’s no one home.
Parker: Jarod’s life story.
Sydney: Clearly it looks like he was here and he’s training for something aquatic.
Parker: Syd, did wonder boy every say that he wanted to be in Mr Olympic?
Sydney: Not that I recall.
Broots: You know, when I was a kid I always wanted to be Aquaman.  (He picks up a pair of 
goggles and dons them.)  You know, human gills and a … sorry.  (He hastily pulls the 
goggles off as he realises the withering look he is getting from Miss Parker.)  Hey look. (He 
picks up a map.) Looks like we might be going to Florida.  It looks like he did.  
Parker: It’s too easy.  Look at all these things he left behind.
Sydney: Something unexpected must have come up and Jarod left before he planned.
Parker: The question is where is he.

Precinct Office
(It is a busy precinct office with many desks crammed into a small space.  Maxwell, Fawkes 
and Jarod are standing going through the expanding file that contains the information 
regarding Douglas Willard.
Fawkes: Doug Willard AKA Blue Moon Killer.
Jarod: Made a series of abductions in the mid 70s.  All young women snatched from their 
bedrooms.  Eyeless dolls left behind along with the words, “BLUE MOON RISING”.
Fawkes: If Willard is in maximum security . . . 
Jarod: we’re dealing with a copycat.
Maxwell: Why blue moon?
Jarod: It’s the second full moon in a calendar month.  Willard killed his victims at midnight 
of the blue moon.
Fawkes: It says here the police got an anonymous tip out of Delaware that helped them catch 
Willard but not before he murdered his last victim.
Jarod: Her name was Annie.  The body was never found.
Maxwell: Here she is.
(Maxwell takes a photograph out of the expanding file that he is holding.  The photo is of a 
pretty young woman with straight dark hair.  Around her neck there is a locket. He passes the 
photograph to Jarod.)

Flashback
(The Sim Lab has been set up as Annie’s bedroom – the crime scene.  Jarod is sitting on the 
bed looking despondent.  Sydney walks over to Jarod and places an arm along his shoulders 
in a gesture of comfort.)
Sydney: Jarod.  You did everything you could.  It’s not your fault.
Jarod: She died because of me Sydney.  I let her die.

Fawkes: If they never found her, how could they be sure?
Jarod: Willard sent a photo of her body to the parents.  It arrived the day after he was 
arrested.
Maxwell: Sick bastard.  
Fawkes: Where do we start?
Jarod: We find the copycat.   Now he’s meticulously recreating every detail of Willard’s 
MO.  Details that weren’t in the papers.  Which means he must have had contact with Willard.
Maxwell: An old cell mate?
Jarod: No.  He’s been in complete isolation since he’s been in prison.
Fawkes: No family, no visiting privileges.
Jarod: Do a run down on all the prison personnel, guards, doctors, public defenders, any one.
Maxwell: I’m on it!
Jarod: What would it take to get Willard transferred here?
Fawkes: A damn good reason for starters.
Jarod: How about someone’s trying to become Willard.  I need to pick the brain of the real 
thing.
Fawkes: Well do your picking at MacCallister.
Jarod: I need him here where I can have access to him.
Fawkes: I can’t do that for you.
Jarod: The night after tomorrow is a blue moon.  If we don’t stop it another girl is going to 
die.
(The Lieutenant thinks about it, gives Jarod a long look, turns to her desk, then picks up her 
phone and dials.  Jarod, sitting at the desk opposite her stares at the photograph of Annie, 
picks up a pen and scrawls “IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!” across the bottom of it.  His face is 
set in a mask of anger and his printing reflects his mood.  At the Centre, Sydney is standing 
behind his desk when his computer terminal beeps indicating “New Mail”.  Sydney watches 
as the photograph of Annie downloads.  He prints it.  Jarod picks up Sarah’s photo album 
and starts leafing through it.  He finds many photographs of Sarah and her family.)

Flashback
(A man in a suit is standing on the Mezzanine floor of the Sim lab, his arms around a woman 
who is sobbing.)
Jarod: Sydney are those her parents?
Sydney: Yes and they are counting on you to find their daughter.
(At the desk that he has been assigned at the police station, Jarod watches as the parents of 
Sarah are lead down the corridor.  The mother is sobbing and the father is supporting her.)

McCallister Penitentiary
Transfer detail 
(Douglas Willard, wearing the orange overalls of the prison inmate, and wearing a 
restraining belt with handcuffs and ankle cuffs is being lead through a prison block.  The 
other inmates are yelling and banging objects on the bars, and rubbish showers down upon 
the detail from the tiers above.)

Precinct Office
(Jarod is sitting at a desk in the coffee/waiting room leafing through the photo album.  
Fawkes enters and sits opposite him.)
Fawkes: The more I learn about this guy the sicker my gut feels.
Jarod: The man who kidnapped Sarah is Douglas Willard.
Fawkes: I hope you’re right.  I just got off the phone from McCallister.  Willard’s in transit.  
He’ll be here ASAP.  You owe me.
Jarod: Big time.
(They exchange tentative smiles for the first time.)

The Centre
Sydney’s Office
(Sydney is standing behind his desk looking out the louvres.  He turns when Miss Parker 
enters.)
Parker: You know Syd, sometimes I think you and I are the only people around here that are 
sane.  Which isn’t say much for me.  What’s wrong?  You’ve got that I’ve just eaten in the 
cafeteria look.
Sydney: I’m sorry.  I’m fine.
Parker: Well, I’m not.  Raines has convinced Daddy I should go down to Florida after Jarod 
even though I made it clear that it’s pointless.
Sydney: Raines had nothing to do with it.  I convinced your father.
Parker: Didn’t we agree at the wharf that Jarod wasn’t headed for Florida?
Sydney: Maybe I was wrong.  Maybe we missed something.
Parker: Cancel what I said earlier.  I’m the only sane one around here.

(Sydney’s phone rings.  He picks it up but holds it to his chest.  Miss Parker takes the hint and 
leaves but only goes as far as passage outside.  She leans back to the door as she hears 
Sydney mention Jarod’s name.)

Sydney: Jarod?
Jarod: How did you know?
Sydney: Annie told me.
Jarod: This time it’s a girl named Sarah.  I can’t let it happen again.
Sydney: You caught her killer.  You saved countless others.
Jarod: But I couldn’t save Annie.
Sydney: None of us can change the past Jarod.  You did everything you could.  You must get 
over it. (Miss Parker gets a glimpse of the photograph of Annie that Sydney has on his lap.)
Jarod: Willard gets transferred here in the morning.  Sydney, I’ve never seen him face to 
face.  (Jarod has become the frightened boy again, seeking comfort from his protector and 
mentor.)
Sydney: But running away will offer no solace.  You know what you have to do.

A Corridor at the Precint
(Jarod is striding purposefully down a passage, his face set in determination.  Fawkes walks 
towards him)
Fawkes: Jarod.  Jarod.  (He continues walking and she has to turn and hurry to keep up with 
him.)
Jarod: I want to be alone with him.
Fawkes: Bad idea.  The psychiatrists at McCallister call Willard an earwig.  Give him half a 
chance he’ll crawl inside your head and chew on your brain.  He’s left two suicides and a half 
a dozen psych discharges in his wake.  I’m not afraid of much but I’m scared of him.
Jarod: So am I.
Fawkes: Jarod!  

Willard’s Cell
(Jarod is admitted to a split room.  At the far end Douglas Willard is sitting unmoving on his 
bunk at the far end of the double cell. The only other items in Willard’s end of the room is a 
stainless steel toilet and wash basin and a stool.  He is separated from Jarod’s end of the 
room by a set of bars.  As Jarod enters the room two sets of powerful spotlights come on, 
illuminating Willard fully.  Willard turns his head without moving his body.  In the distance 
he can make out the figure of Jarod, who is standing on the other side of the floodlights.)
Willard: And who might you be little boy?

Observation Room
(The Lieutenant and Maxwell are watching the proceedings via two television monitors in a 
separate room.)
Fawkes: I hope he knows what he’s doing.

Willard’s Cell
Willard: (Willard still hasn’t moved.)  I owe you my thanks.
Jarod: For what?
Willard: After twenty years in solitary this is like a vacation.
Jarod: I didn’t do it for you.
Willard: Then why?
Jarod: We’ll get to that.
Willard: Nice accommodations.  But of course I’m used to a little bit more privacy.

Observation Room
Fawkes: Smart ass.

Willard’s Cell
Willard: Who are you?
Jarod I’m Jarod Wrestler.  I’m with the Justice Department.  (Jarod steps past the floodlights 
into the middle of the room.)
Willard: I never realised I was so important.
Jarod: You’re not.  (Willard stands and moves to the bars his hands resting on a cross bar at 
shoulder height.  He is of average height and slight build with salt and pepper hair.  His most 
notable feature is his piercing blue eyes which he used to full effect throughtout each 
interview with Jarod.)
Willard: Just what is it you want?
Jarod: I’m a criminal behaviourist.  You’re a case study.  Interviewing you would broaden 
my knowledge.
Willard: Why do I get the feeling that you’re lying?
Jarod: And why do I find it shocking that you have feelings?
Willard: Touche.  The way I was abruptly jerked from my peaceful abode and rushed here 
makes me think that my presence was urgently needed.   It was almost as if it was a matter of 
life and death.  And the Feds are involved.  That narrows down the list of possible crimes 
doesn’t it?  I doubt if I was pulled in for a terrorist bombing.  It’s not really my specialty.  No 
I’m going to take a wild guess and say . . . oh . . . abduction.  Still there must be a reason why 
you chose me, why I was selected.  And that’s the easiest one of all.
Jarod: I’m on pins and needles.
Willard: Tomorrow night is a blue moon.  And that leaves us with one conclusion.  There’s 
somebody else, someone like me. 
Jarod: I’m impressed.
Willard: And you want my help?
Jarod: Yes I do.
Willard: (He turns away from the bars walks to the far end of his cell and turns back towards 
Jarod.)  Well as they say hell will freeze first.
Jarod: Oh well I’m very sorry that I disturbed you.  I’ll make sure that they take you back to 
your peaceful abode.
(Jarod turns and leaves.  Willard watches him leave.  He frowns.  He gives a little smile, 
tentative and unsure.  He returns to his sitting position on the bunk.)

Observation Room
(Jarod enters.)
Fawkes: That’s it! (Jarod gives her a look, almost discounting her, walks over to the monitor 
and bends down and peers at it. The strain of the last few minutes with Willard is evident from 
the clenched jaw and frown.  Willard has returned to his unmoving position, sitting on the 
edge of his bunk, head lowered looking at his feet.)  Three minutes.  He shuts you down and 
you just walk away.
Jarod: Patience.
Fawkes: I worked my tail off to get that guy here.
(Willard lifts his head and turns to the surveillance camera.)
Willard: Wrestler!  It’s not as if I have somewhere else to be.
(Jarod turns and looks at the Lieutenant who, once again, is having to eat her words.)

The Centre
(Broots and Miss Parker are walking across the main concourse.)
Parker: We burned half a day in the Sunshine State, sniffing trails going nowhere.  A 
standard clean up crew could have checked that out.  Question is, why were we sent?  And 
what‘s Sydney have to do with it?
Broots: Sydney wouldn’t have sent us to waste our time.
Parker: Unless he wanted us gone.  Wait Broots.  Yesterday I caught him staring at a photo 
in his office.  I bet answers are there.

Willard’s Cell
(Willard is leaning on the bars of the cell.  Jarod is standing within close proximity.)
Jarod: Yesterday a young woman was taken.  This young woman.  (Jarod holds up a 
photograph of Sarah Rickman.)  Every detail of the crime was identical to yours.
Willard: Well let me guess.   You’re looking for a white male 22 – 35 unmarried and a loner.  
His neighbours are amazed and say he’s a quiet man.  (He goes to the wash basin and washes 
his hands.)
Jarod: I know the standard profile.  I need more and there’s little time.
Willard: If I give you what you need, will you give me what I need?  
Jarod: I already got you out of your hole, which means you owe me.  Now the copycat is 
recreating your last abduction which means that he is going to take his victim to the last place 
you took yours.
Willard: Oh Annie.  They never found her, you know.  It will be the same as the new one if 
the copycat is as smart as I am.
Jarod: And how does it feel to be the smartest man on the planet?
Willard: Lonely. (He picks up the toilet roll, tears off a strip and dries his hands on it.  He is 
now standing at the back of the cell.)  Clearly law enforcement has not raised their standards 
in the last twenty years.  It’s still the same stupid people who bungled their way through my 
capture.
Jarod: But they did catch you.
Willard: Not in time.  Besides they didn’t catch me.  As I sat in my hole I studied those who 
were supposedly responsible for bringing me to justice.  I knew them better than they knew 
their own wives.
Jarod: And?
Willard: They couldn’t catch a cold.  They got a lucky break from a very gifted informant.
Jarod: How do you know he was gifted?  Maybe he was just lucky.
Willard: (Willard walks up to the bars, face to face with Jarod.)  Because I’m smarter than 
them.  He had to be really gifted, a genius.   He was the worthiest adversary I’ve ever had.  I 
was denied the opportunity to meet him.  So disappointing.  You see I got inside my victim’s 
heads.  I knew where they lived, how they thought how they acted.  To know someone you’ve 
got to get inside them.  (Jarod’s demeanour suggests that he is having a hard time staying in 
control.  His jaw is clenching and his breathing appears to be accelerating.)  You see that’s 
what I've wanted to ask the anonymous informant.  For twenty years I wondered.   How did 
he get inside me? . . Do you know this man, Agent?
Jarod: No.  (Jarod turns away and takes several steps into the middle of his side of the cell.)
Willard: Well I only ask because I was wondering if he was as lonely on this planet as I am.
Jarod: (He takes a deep breath.)  Well like you said being smart gets lonely sometimes.  (He 
spins around to face Willard.)  Now where is this copycat going to take her?
Willard: You said it already.  The same place I took Annie. 
Jarod: Where?
Willard: You have until tomorrow midnight
Jarod: (Through clenched teeth.)  Tell me.
Willard: Oh I can’t do you that.  You would send me back.
Jarod: (Jarod loses control and raises his voice.)  Answer me.  Where is he going to take 
her?  Where did you take Annie?
Willard: Relax Wrestler.  Come on.  If you don’t control your emotions you’re never going 
to find her.

Flashback
Jarod: No Sydney!  Don’t make me do it!  I'm scared!
Sydney: Time is running out Jarod.  It’s the only way we’re going to find her.
Jarod: No! Please!  Please.  NO!  (He is highly distressed and even more so when he looks up 
to see Annie’s parents.)  

(Jarod turns suddenly as he realises what Willard says about controlling emotions is true, 
walks to the door, bangs on it.  The officer on the other side of the door opens it, and Jarod 
leaves without looking back.)

The Centre
Sim Lab
(Angelo is crouched in front of a table.  He is spinning a cube on one of its corners when 
Broots and Miss Parker approach him.)
Parker: Angelo I’ve got something I want you to look at.  (She hands him the photograph of 
Annie.)
Broots: Miss Parker I don’t like the idea of stealing from Sydney.
Parker: We’re not stealing we’re just looking at it.  (Miss Parker crouches down beside 
Angelo and Broots leans in closer.)  Angelo, tell me about her.  Who is she? 
Angelo: (Angelo stares at the photograph.)  She’s scared.  Annie.
Parker: Tell me about Annie.
Angelo: She wants to go home.  
(Broots and Miss Parker both stand up as they hear the door opening and the familiar squeak 
of Mr Raines’ oxygen tank trolley. Miss Parker grabs the photograph from Angelo, spins 
around and shoves it at Broots who folds it, turns and holds it behind his back.  Sydney 
follows Mr Raines into the room.)
Mr Raines: You were told to go to Florida.  
Parker: Been there.  Done that.  A waste of time.
Mr Raines: A complete dry out?
Parker: There were a few bread crumbs.
Mr Raines: Then why are you here?
Parker: They were leading nowhere.  Sydney, do you want to clue him in?  Florida’s a 
boondoggle.
Sydney: It’s still our best chance of finding Jarod.
Mr Raines: Get back down there.
(Mr Raines and Sydney leave.)
Broots: I’ve just got done unpacking.
Parker: We’re not going anywhere Broots.
Broots: But they just said that we had to go back down.
Parker: And I said we’re not.  Those two are up to something.  I want to know everything 
there is to know about her. This is the bread crumb to follow.

Precinct Office
(Maxwell enters the office and moves towards his desk.)
Fawkes: Anything on prison personnel tied to Willard?
Maxwell: I’m working on it.
Fawkes: Well hurry up! We’re running out of time.
Jarod: So are they.  (Jarod nods to where Mr and Mrs Rickman are walking along the 
passageway outside the office.)

Flashback
Sim Lab
Jarod: I want to meet Annie’s parents.  If I talk to them maybe I can . . . 
Sydney: That’s impossible.  I don’t want their emotions to cloud your objectivity.
Jarod: But why are they so upset?  Don’t they have other children?
Sydney: The emotions that parents and a child share are strong and fragile.  One child (?)  
Each relationship is unique.  If threatened they all feel immense pain.
Jarod: I wonder if my parents cried for me.

Precinct Waiting Room
(Jarod enters carrying two cups of coffee.  He hands them to Mr and Mrs Rickman who are 
sitting on a sofa opposite a police psychologist.)
Jarod: If you imagine hard enough it almost tastes like real coffee.
Father: Thankyou.
Mother: Before she went to bed that night, I don’t remember if I told her that I loved her.
Jarod: Mrs Rickman, Sarah knows you love her.
Father: I just can’t help but wonder if everything is being done.  There isn’t something more.

Willard’s Cell
(Willard is once again sitting on the edge of the bunk.  Jarod is pacing up and down in front 
of the bars.)
Jarod: You have a lust for power.  So be powerful. Save the girl.
Willard: Careful Agent.  Emotions cloud your eyes.   They make you vulnerable.  They make 
you . . . 
Jarod: Human? (Jarod stops pacing and turns and faces Willard.)
Willard: (Willard looks up and turns his head towards Jarod.)  You’re a puzzle to me Jarod.  
Your passion makes me think that there’s more to you than meets the eye. 
Jarod: I want to find Sarah.
Willard: I want something too.  The truth.
Jarod: About what?
Willard: I think you know.  For 20 years I’ve obsessed about my capture.  I’ve read every 
piece of paper, every file and every document.  During those twenty years I found nothing 
about an anonymous informant.
Jarod: Well that is the key word.  Anonymous.
Willard: It must have been someone who knew me.  Somebody who studied who studied me 
like I studied me.  You seem to know me well.
Jarod: I read your file.
Willard: Oh you know more about me than what’s in my file.  You know who I really am.  
(He goes up to the bars to face Jarod.)  And that makes me wonder who you really are.
(Jarod strides to the end of the cell and disconnects the cable that links the surveillance 
camera to the monitoring equipment.)

Observation Room
Fawkes: What the hell is he doing?

Willard’s Cell
(Jarod is still standing at the far end of the cell, in semi-darkness now that the floodlights 
have been disconnected.)
Willard: It seems that you and I have a secret.  You were a child then, a prodigy.
Jarod: I heard the word used.  (He moves to the middle of the cell.)  Yes.  How did you 
know?
Willard: I could see it.  I can feel your loneliness.   A small child helps the police capture a 
genius.  Now I am impressed.
Jarod: I helped them capture a monster.  (Both men are now in semi-shadow.)
Willard: But it wasn’t in time to save Annie, was it?  It must have been a terrible experience 
for someone as human as you.  It makes me wonder how it’s all going to work out for little 
Sarah.  Like you said time is running out.

(Jarod is at his desk looking at the photos and remembering.)
Flashback
Jarod: She’s asleep when I enter.  They all are.  I know because I’ve been watching them.
Sydney: Keep going Jarod.
Jarod: I want to go to her but I can’t not while they are watching me.  I have to stop them 
from watching me.  (He picks up several of the stuffed toys and hacks at them with a knife.)  
There, I am invisible.  (He moves over to the curtains and pulls them open.)
Sydney: Why open the curtains Jarod?  You don’t want to be seen.
Jarod: The moonlight.  I need to feel it shining on me.  (He turns to Sydney, the mood 
broken.)  I can’t go any further, Sydney. (He slumps onto the side of the bed.)
Sydney: Yes, yes you can, Jarod.
Jarod: No I don’t want to be inside his head.  I don’t want to have him inside of mine.
Sydney: You have to!
Jarod: No I can’t!
Sydney It’s the only way we’re going to find Annie.
Jarod: I can’t Sydney.  I don’t want to feel that.

Precinct Office
(A phone ringing brings Jarod out of his reverie.  Maxwell answers the phone.)
Maxwell: Detective Maxwell.  Yeah.  Give me the info.
Fawkes: (Fawkes approaches Jarod at his desk.)  Why did you pull the plug on Willard’s 
surveillance cam?
Jarod: Privacy.
Fawkes: His or yours?
Jarod: I know what I am doing.
Fawkes: You’d better.  He’s asking for you.

The Centre
The Main Concourse
Parker: Talk to me.  
Sydney: You’ll have to be more specific.
Parker: Raines wants me out of the way and you’re singing backup.  Why?
Sydney: You’re beginning to sound paranoid.
Parker: Then this must be one of my delusions.  (She thrusts the photograph of Annie at 
him.)  What’s happening again?  And why doesn’t anyone want me to find out about it?
Sydney: Parker, leave this stone unturned.  (He turns and walks away from her.  She seems 
surprised.)

Willard’s Cell
(Jarod is standing at the far end of the cell again.)
Willard: You know, for years I wondered who you were really were but inside I always 
knew.  Is your name really Jarod?  Are you really from the Justice Department?
Jarod: My name is Jarod.  You wanted to see me?  
Willard: He will hold her until the moon is full.
Jarod: Until midnight.  I already knew that. (He steps further into the cell.)
Willard: Actually you already know everything. You have all the answers.  You just won’t 
do what you need to do.
Jarod: Help me.
(Willard pulls up the stool and sits on it.  Jarod begins to pace.)
Willard: Why did I cut the eyes out of the dolls?
Jarod: To make yourself invisible.
Willard: Why open the curtains?
Jarod: (He is reluctant to answer.)  To feel the moonlight on your body.
Willard: Why did he do it?
Jarod: The same reason.
Willard: Where is he?
Jarod: I don’t know!
Willard: Where is she?
Jarod: (Jarod stops pacing, turns to face Willard and yells.)  I don’t know!
Willard: Come on Prodigy.  Do what you need to do.  You have all the answers you needed 
to find Annie. I left them for you last time.  He left them for you this time.  Get inside his 
head.  Get inside my head.
Jarod: (Regaining some control of his temper.)  No.
Willard: Where is she?
Jarod: (He answers through clenched teeth.)  I don’t know.
Willard: You know you’ve never asked me what I wanted what I need to help you.
Jarod: Oh really.  Well what do you need?  (Jarod leans against the side wall.)
Willard: Take me to the crime scene. Take me to Sarah’s bedroom
Jarod: And why would I want to do that?
Willard: Because I can feel it.  Because I can do what you won’t do, become him.

Flashback
Jarod: I don’t want to become him, Sydney.

Jarod: They would never allow it.
Willard: You’re a genius.  You’ll figure it out.  Do it for Sarah.  Do it for Annie.
(The door to the cell opens and Maxwell sticks his head around the door.)
Maxwell: Wrestler.  We’ve found the kidnapper.
(Willard stands slowly up off his stool. Jarod turns and smiles at Willard.  Willard watches 
the departing figure of Jarod, his little smile not quite so self-assured now.)

Schumann’s Lair
Fawkes: The kidnapper’s name is Carl Schumann.  He was a guard at MacCallister for six 
years.  Worked nights assigned to solitary confinement cell block and …
Jarod: Douglas Willard.
Fawkes: It gets better.  Willard and Schumann developed a continuing conversation.  
Eighteen months ago Schumann has a breakdown and vanishes.  (They enter Schumann’s 
room, flashlights illuminating their passage.)  Well the acorn’s gone but we found the right 
tree.
Jarod: We’ve got less than eight hours until the moon is full.  
Maxwell: Look at this. (The walls are covered with pictures of Sarah.)
Jarod: Sarah.  At home.  Waiting for the school bus.  He’s even got a class schedule.
Fawkes: (The Lieutenant examines a large map that is on the wall.)  Hanford.  New Bedford.  
Cape Maine.
Jarod: Schumann visited all the places that Willard struck.
Fawkes: Historical tour?
Jarod: Research trip.  He’s trying to get inside of Willard’s skin.
Fawkes: With taking Sarah he’s picking up where Willard left off.
Maxwell: Over here.  Letters from Willard as recent as last week.
Fawkes: (Jarod and the Lieutenant examine the letters with the flashlights.)  This is 
gibberish.
Jarod: Uh huh.  Code.  To get past the prison censors.
Fawkes: Willard climbed into his head and earwigged him.
Jarod: Question is.  Is Schumann a copycat or a puppet?
Fawkes: What’s our next move?
Jarod: We give Willard what he wants.

Willard’s Cell
Willard: (Willard is sitting on his stool, leaning on the bars.)  Did you think about taking me 
with you?
Jarod: (Jarod pulls up a chair in front of Willard and sits opposite.)  Tell me about Carl 
Schumann.  
Willard: Answer me and I answer you.
Jarod: He was your prison guard before you got inside of his head.
Willard: He was an impressionable fan Jarod.  Frankly it’s irrelevant at this point.
Jarod: Like these letters you wrote to him.  (Jarod holds them up.)  You were behind Sarah’s 
abduction from the very beginning.  Schumann’s just your eyes, your ears and your legs out 
there, isn’t he?
Willard: Now it’s just you and me.  Déjà vu, Jarod. It’s like a snake eating its own tail.   
You’re right back where you started.  A scared little boy.  You know who the killer is but you 
can’t save the girl.  At least not alone.
Jarod: Where did he take Sarah?
Willard: The same place I took Annie.
Jarod: (Jarod closes his eyes ad takes a deep breathe.)  Tell me.
Willard: Do the right thing Jarod.  Take me with him.  We can still stop him.
(The door to the cell bursts open and the Lieutenant comes partly into the cell.)
Fawkes: He’s not going anywhere.  Agent Wrestler I want to talk to you.  

Outside Willard’s Cell
(The door to the cell is still open and Willard is listening.)
Fawkes: What the hell is this?
Jarod: I know it sounds crazy but if I can take Willard . . .
Fawkes: Request denied!
Jarod: A girl’s life is at risk.
Fawkes: And risking more by letting that loose isn’t the answer.  Request denied.
Jarod: I know that . . .
Fawkes: No!  You know, at first I thought you knew what you were doing.  But now I think 
he’s ear wigged you.  You’re out of here.
(The Lieutenant walks off. Jarod turns and looks at Willard and realises that he has heard the 
exchange with Fawkes.)

In an Unidentified Hallway of the Precinct
(Jarod looks at the two photos of the girls.  He is obviously trying to come to a decision.)

Willard’s Cell
(Jarod enters Willard’s outer cell and throws handcuffs on the floor at the 
prisoners feet.  Willard looks up, but doesn’t seem to be surprised.  They exchange stares.)

The Precinct Garage
(Jarod marches Willard in front of him, leads him to a car and straps him into the front seat.  
In the background two other officers who have accompanied Jarod and the prisoner sgrug 
their shoulders and depart.  Maxwell comes through the same door and walks up to Jarod.)
Maxwell: Wrestler?  What are you doing?
Jarod: (Jarod turns and faces him.)  I’m ending this once and for all.
Maxwell: I don’t see any authorisation.
Jarod: Stay out of my way Maxwell.
Maxwell: I can’t let you do this.  (Jarod punches Maxwell and Maxwell falls face down on 
the garage floor.)
Jarod: No more time to waste.  No more time.
Willard: (Jarod gets in the car.)  Such a display of violence, Prodigy.  (He starts the engine, 
gives Willard a filthy look and drives away.)

Sarah’s Bedroom
(There is a full moon and Willard is standing in its glow by the window.  He takes a deep 
breath.)
Willard: Can you smell it?  Death.  It’s amazing how little girl’s rooms are the same 
wherever you go.
Jarod: Tell me where she is.
Willard: You know Jarod I can’t do my best work under these conditions.  If you set me free, 
well then I’ll set you free.
Jarod: You so much as sneeze, I end this.  (Jarod unlocks the cuffs and recuffs Willard’s 
hands at the front.)
Willard: (He closes his eyes.)  If you close your eyes you can almost hear the sounds of her 
muffled cries.  (He turns and looks at the bed.)  She’s sleeping as he cracks the door and slips 
inside.  She has a summer cold.  Her breathing is heavier than normal.  He kind of likes that. 
Jarod: And then?
Willard: He notices the eyes.  He can’t leave witnesses.  He sits on her bed.  (Willard sits on 
her bed.)  He watches her.  Oh he can smell the soft scent of sweet powder and what is that?  
Shampoo?  (Jarod closes his eyes falling into the pattern of pretending, but then forces 
himself to open his eyes and be objective.)
Jarod: Then what?
Willard: You tell me.
Jarod: No.
Willard: Tell me.

Flashback
Young Jarod: I don’t want to do become him Sydney.  I don't want him to be inside me.

Willard: What does he do next Jarod?
(Jarod closes his eyes and then opens them.  He is very distressed by the images in his head.)
Jarod: He wants her to scream because it feels . . . so . . . good, so  . .  right.
Willard: He takes her down the hallway doesn’t he?
Jarod: (Jarod seemingly has given in to the power of the images in his head.  Willard moves 
behind Jarod.)  Past her parent’s bedroom.  He pauses.  They’re asleep.  Look so innocent, so 
unaware.
Willard: Where does he take her next Jarod?
Jarod: I don’t know. (He closes his eyes as he fights tears.)
Willard: Feel it. The moon is full.  It’s almost midnight.
Jarod: Look I took you where you wanted to go.  Now just tell me where she is.
Willard: So frustrating.  So close and yet so far.
(Jarod spins, grabs Willard by the neck and pins him to the wall.)
Jarod: (Yelling to vent his anger.)  Tell Me!  Tell me she is.  Tell me.
Willard: Follow the clues.  Do what you have to do.
Jarod: Tell me where she is?
Willard: It’s so obvious.
Jarod: (Pleading.)  I don’t know!  Why can’t I figure it out?  Why doesn’t it make any sense?
Willard: Because it’s all a lie.  (Jarod is both surprised and confused by the response and lets 
Willard go.)  There is no rhyme or reason to any of this Jarod.  There is no midnight, no blue 
moon rising.  It’s all meaningless.  (Jarod looks down and away from Willard, trying to 
absorb this new part of the puzzle.)  The truth is I kill them because I wanted it! I like it!  And 
now it’s time for me to see Sarah.  (He hits Jarod on the jaw causing Jarod to spin around.  
He then hits him on the back of the neck.  Jarod falls to the carpet unconscious.)  I expected a 
much more worthy adversary prodigy.  (He takes the handcuff keys and car keys from Jarod, 
removes the handcuffs and throws them on the floor beside Jarod.)  Goodbye Jarod.  It’s time 
for the monster to leave now.  

The Centre
(Broots is sitting at a computer terminal when Miss Parker enters.)
Parker: What did you get on the girl?
Broots: Ah.  Wasn’t a lot.  There’s not even a last name, absolutely no reference to her last 
name.  It’s weird.
Parker: Broots don’t waste my time telling me what you didn’t find.
Broots: Okay.  All that I could find is that she was kidnapped and murdered twenty-three 
years ago.  And there’s not even a body been found.
Parker: Where did this happen?
Broots: Ah, about forty miles from here.  A place called Snow Hill, Maryland.  Snow Hill?  
(He digs around in his waste paper basket and pulls out a newspaper.  The front page is a 
story about the abduction of Sarah from Snow Hill.  He hands the paper to Miss Parker.)
Parker: Snow Hill.

Outside the Barn
(It is dark but the moonlight shining through the trees creates a dappled pattern on the side of 
the wooden structure – a barn.  Willard’s shadow precedes him as he moves along the side of 
the barn when Jarod comes up behind him.)
Jarod: And who might you be little boy?
Willard: (Willard punches the wall of the barn in frustration and anger – the first display of 
emotion that we have seen from him.  However, he quickly regains his composure and returns 
to his taunting tone.)  Well, if it isn’t the young prodigy.
Jarod: How does it feel, to be the smartest man on the planet?
Willard: Lonely. (Willard grasps his bruised hand in the other and starts rubbing it.)
Jarod: It’s time to go back to your hole.
Willard: You found me Jarod but once again not in time to save the little girl.
Jarod: Not this time. (A series of car headlights are turned on, illuminated Willard and 
Jarod.  There are many police officers with weapons aimed at Willard.)  You see your request 
to visit the girl’s bedroom was a ploy, so was my taking you there.  I followed you here.  
Actually I was one step ahead of you.  We all were. Carl Schumann never got near this place.  
(Carl Schumann is seen hunched over in the back of one of the police vehicles.  The police 
officers arrive, force Willard’s arms behind his back and lock the handcuffs in place.)
Willard: Prodigy.  (Willard forces his way up to Jarod so that they are only inches apart.)  
You got inside my head.
Jarod: No.  You don’t have to become a monster to face one.

Inside the Barn
(The barn door is slid open with a loud grating noise, flashlights piercing the gloom of the 
interior.  Jarod steps into the middle, turns slowly until his light falls upon an abandon car.  
Young Sarah, bound and gagged peers out through the rear window of the car.  Jarod goes 
around to the passenger door, opens it, and assists her from the rear seat.)
Jarod: She’s over here.  It’s okay.  We’re here to help you.  It’s okay.   It’s okay.  It’s okay.  
Nobody’s going to hurt you any more.  (He hands her over to Fawkes who puts an arm 
around her and leads her from the barn.)
Fawkes: It’s okay Sarah.  Come on.  You’ll be okay.
Maxwell: Agent Wrestler.  (Maxwell indicates another area of the barn.)
(Jarod crouches down beside some rags that are lying in the straw.  He picks up a silver 
locket from amongst them.  It is the same one that the girl Annie is wearing in the photograph.  
In his relief and distress of finally finding Annie he leans over and rests his forehead on the 
end of the flashlight which he is holding.  (Is he crying?  Could be.))
Jarod: It’s time for you to go home too, Annie.
Outside the Barn
(Sarah is being lifted into an ambulance on a stretcher.  Her parents are beside her, her 
mother sobbing in relief.  Jarod watches from the corner of the barn.  He spots the arrival of 
Miss Parker and Broots and makes a move leave. Miss Parker approaches the Lieutenant and 
shows her a photograph of Jarod.)
Parker: I’m looking for this man.  
Fawkes: Special Agent Wrestler? 
Parker: Special Agent, right.  Where is he?
Fawkes: He’s right over … there.  (Fawkes points to where, up to a moment ago, Jarod had 
been standing.  He’s vanished.)

The Centre
Sydney’s Office
Sydney: (Talking on the phone.)  You saved her Jarod.
Jarod: I wish I could have done the same for Annie, for her parents.
Sydney: I know you tried.
Jarod: I hope that finally being able to bury her will give them some kind of peace.
Sydney: I’m sure it will.  I gave her father the locket.  I know he would like me to thank you.
(Jarod looks up at the full moon and wanders away.)

DSA
(Sydney hands the photo of Annie to the young Mr Raines.)
Sydney: I’m sorry.  I’m so very sorry.
(Mr Raines sits in front of a DSA reader crying as he watches himself cry. Miss Parker and 
Sydney are standing and watching from the shadows behind Raines.)
Parker: You let me run all around the country instead of telling me the truth.
Sydney: He wanted it that way.
Parker: I don’t get it.
Sydney: Sometimes even the devil deserves a little privacy.

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