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EXT. TWO-STORY RESIDENTIAL - DAY
JACK HARRISON pulls up in his shiny Lexus which proudly
displays a FIRST CHOICE REALTY door magnet. He exits, goes to
the trunk of his car. We can tell that Jack's good-looking,
charming and maybe, we find out later, a tad bit smarmy.
He pops the trunk and pulls out a FOR SALE sign, along with a
notebook, pen, tape measure, etc.
Jack pierces the front yard with the sign, does a quick scan
of the neighborhood. It's nice. He digs in his pocket for the
INT. HOUSE - DAY
Jack enters the house and looks around. He speaks into his
phone recorder as he takes stock of the house, making notes,
measuring distances, etc.
(recording his notes)
Hardwood floors in the entry.
Looks like mahogany. Maybe maple.
He takes notes for all the rooms he enters...
Nice open floor plan. Nice size
master on the ground floor with two
Jack pauses at the top of the stairs. He notices a
substantial CRACK in the ceiling, probably due to water
(into his phone)
Significant fissure in the ceiling
just above the living room.
Gonna have to fix that.
He shakes his head in disappointment, then spots the draw
cord leading to the attic. He reaches up and pulls it,
extending the hinged wooden stairs.
INT. HOUSE - ATTIC
Jack's head emerges. He looks around. The room is large and
(impressed with the size)
Most of the attic floor is unfinished, but a small portion,
near the furnace, is paneled. As Jack steps toward the
furnace to get a better look, his foot lands on a board that
jars slightly loose.
Jack bends down, tries to put the board back into place. He
turns it around, like a puzzle piece. As he looks down,
something under the flooring catches his eye.
A small suitcase. Like a carry-on, but hard-shelled.
He sits down, pulls it out of its hiding place and onto his
lap. His fingers feather over the textured surface. There's a
word embossed on the top of the case: ROYAL.
Jack opens it.
It's a typewriter, circa 1930's. The kind the old newsmen
used to hammer on. His eyes shine, like a kid in a candy
store. The thing is in remarkably good shape.
The sound of someone KNOCKING downstairs jolts Jack back to
the here and now. He sets the case aside, carefully descends
the creaking attic stairs, then hurries down the second-floor
stairs leading to the front door.
INT. FOYER - DAY
Jack yanks the door open, breathing heavily.
Standing before Jack is an attractive WOMAN in her mid
thirties. She wears a pants suit, but the most stunning
feature about her are her brilliant, VIOLET-COLORED eyes.
Seeing them for the first time makes Jack do a double-take.
The woman, based on her grin, is used to this reaction.
Hi. You're Jack Harrison, right?
With First Choice?
Jack sucks in a breath and straightens his posture.
Yes. How do you do?
Jack extends his hand. She responds by offering something to
Can I give you these?
(handing him keys)
I was rummaging through my drawers
the other day and came across an
extra set. I saw your car parked in
He takes the keys.
She turns to go.
Ah, excuse me...
The woman stops. Jack hesitates, then decides.
(motioning behind him)
Did you and your husband get
everything out of the house? I
mean, nothing left behind, say up
in the attic, the backyard or
No. I went through the house with a
fine toothed comb. Believe me, I'm
cleared all out.
(looking at the house)
I think we can get this property to
move very quickly.
She gives him a wave over her shoulder as she heads back to
her emerald Jaguar parked on the street. Jack leans against
the door, watching the attractive woman walk back to her car.
EXT. HOUSE - LATER
Jack leaves the house, locks the door, puts the clunky
lockbox on the handle. He's carrying the typewriter case he
found upstairs along with phone, pad and pen.
He walks to his car and pops the trunk open, slips the case
inside. He pauses a moment to look at it, shrugs, then slams
the trunk shut.
INT. JACK'S CAR
Jack drives and talks with the office's secretary, CAROL, on
Oh, I just remembered. You got an
email this morning from an Alison
Alison Harper C.H.H.C. Want's to
get together sometime this week for
Yeah, says she's a 'Certified
Holistic Health Coach'. There's a
link here to her website.
Wow. Quite the athletic-type, if
you like that sort of thing. You
used to work with this woman?
She left before you came aboard.
Very vivacious. The high energy
type, but uh, not really cut out
for sales, you know what I mean?
She lacked that killer instinct.
Pause while Jack considers...
Huh. Alison Harper. See if she can
do lunch tomorrow, the usual. Dean
& Deluca's around one o'clock.
Sure. Anything else?
Better get the crew out to the
house I just looked at on
Buckingham. The ceiling over the
den looks like it could give at any
You got it.
EXT. JACK'S CAR - DUSK
Jack on the highway making his way home at the end of the
EXT. JACK'S HOUSE - DUSK
Jack pulls his car into the circular drive in front of his
house. The real estate trade has been good to Jack; he's got
a decent two-story brick home in an upscale neighborhood.
Jack enters through the back. His wife JESSE, blond, fit, the
kind of housewives most other housewives hate, busies herself
in the kitchen making dinner.
How was traffic?
Not too bad.
Want a drink?
Jack nods. He looks over her shoulder.
What's for dinner?
Go make yourself useful and say
hello to your daughters.
She shoos him out of the kitchen.
Two little girls, both with blond hair like their mother,
play in the den. ERIN, the oldest, age six, watches a Disney
movie on television. BREE, age three, plays with her dolls.
How was school?
Erin shrugs. He reaches over and grabs her by the waist,
pulling her on top of him. She giggles. He points the remote
at the television, flips channels.
I saw a bear today.
You did not.
He stops at the evening news. Some older, gray-haired
ANCHORMAN is delivering the current events. Jack settles in.
And in local news...
INT. JACK'S HOME OFFICE - LATER
Jack works at his computer, checking listings, comps,
spreadsheets. Jesse comes up behind him, looking exhausted.
(without looking up)
Kids in bed?
Her fingers twist a strand of his hair.
You've got five minutes before I
clock out for the night.
Jack's expression changes. He raises an eyebrow. Quickly, he
closes the folder he was working on.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Jack and Jesse make love. As Jack penetrates his wife, he
pictures a different woman's face: an athletically-fit young
woman we will later come to know as ALLISON HARPER.
Jack's eyes glaze with lust as his fantasy sends him over the
edge. He erupts in ecstasy.
INT. BATHROOM - LATER
Jack emerges from a hot shower. Steam covers the mirrors. He
towels himself dry, looks at Jesse's sleeping form in the
bed. He stands frozen a moment, a thought occurring to him.
EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT
Jack, wearing boxers and a tee-shirt, goes out to his car. He
pops the trunk, looks down at its contents. After a moment,
he carefully lifts the typewriter case out and heads back to
INT. JACK'S HOME OFFICE
He sets the case gently on the credenza to the right of his
desk. He opens the case, stares at the typewriter. His eyes
shine as his fingers touch the keys. He's proud of his find.
I don't know why I didn't mention
it to Jesse. I guess I wanted this
to be my little secret. I sat down
before the thing and felt my
fingers being drawn to the keys...
Jack sets his drink down. His eyelids start to get heavy.
It's almost as if he's falling into a trance.
With his eyes practically closed, Jack's fingers start to
type, tentatively at first, but they soon gather speed.
Before you know it, he's typing away.
INT. JACK'S HOME OFFICE - LATER
Jack sits in front of the keyboard, head tilted back, mouth
open. He's suddenly roused from his trance. His eyes land on
a white sheet of paper curled in the typewriter's carriage.
I don't remember it at all. I don't
even remember feeding the paper in.
I certainly don't remember typing.
But when I looked down, there it
was. A page of type.
Jack squints. He pulls the typed page out of the carriage. He
starts to read...
Chapter One. Harold Jackson was one
good-looking son of a bitch...
INT. HAROLD JACKSON'S HOUSE - DAY
HAROLD JACKSON, the handsome, distinguished-looking anchor
for Channel Nine News, in the flesh. He pauses by a mirror
near the front door of his house for final adjustments.
Smiling, he likes what he sees.
Even though he had an adoring wife
and a happy home life, he loved to
use his looks and his charm on the
fairer sex, in part to remind
himself he still had it...
EXT. HAROLD JACKSON'S HOUSE
Harold walks to his new-model Mercedes. An attractive FEMALE
JOGGER rounds the narrow lane.
But mostly to get as much poontang
as he wanted, and lately it seemed,
he wanted a lot. His face was his
calling card and although he
pretended to hate it, when a woman
recognized him as the anchor of
Channel Nine News...
The woman stops, smiles.
Excuse me, but are you Harold
He would laugh self-depreciatingly
Harold smiles and gets in his car. By the look on her face,
she's tinkled pink. She just met a honest-to-God celebrity.
INT. HAROLD'S CAR
As soon as he climbs in, the fake smile dissolves. His eyes
focus. He mashes the engine start button and drives off.
His current target was a young
fitness trainer with sparkling blue
eyes, long wheat-colored hair and
an ass that would make a Kardashian
green with envy. He'd spotted her a
few weeks ago at the gym he
frequented and after an
introduction by a mutual friend,
scheduled their first session.
INT. GYM - DAY
Harold, sweaty, in a custom-fit tee, pats his face with the
rolled up towel around his neck. He shakes hands with ALLISON
HARPER. He's old enough to be her father, and that's a real
turn-on for Harold. Standing alongside is the MUTUAL FRIEND.
Allison is just as Jack described her. In a word: vivacious.
She's sweaty as well, and all smiles as they meet. The two
engage in the typical pleasantries.
She reaches into her gym bag and pulls out one of her
business cards; she's happy to give it to him.
EXT. HAROLD'S CAR - DAY
The Mercedes makes a left on McDowell Street, heading uptown.
We watch it merge into traffic as Jack reads...
Although they had planned to meet
at the gym at nine, Harold knew all
along he would show up at her
doorstep unannounced an hour early
and charm his way into her
apartment. He knew where she lived
because she naively put her address
on her card and that was all the
information he required.
Harold enters into a parking deck adjacent to a set of
upscale, high-rise condominiums.
There could be complications to his
plan, such as a boyfriend for
example, but he decided that once
inside, he would play it by ear...
INT. PARKING GARAGE - DAY
Harold parks, exits. He strolls over to the elevator bank.
Steps in an elevator. No one around notices.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY
Harold rounds the hallway. He's scanning apartment numbers on
the doors as he goes, slipping on a pair of leather gloves.
He comes to a door, double-checks the number with the card in
his gloved hand. Allison's apartment.
He knocks on the door. After a pause, he hears some
SHUFFLING. The door opens revealing a sliver of Allison, wet
and wrapped in a towel, guarded by a chain on the door.
Oh, Mr. Jackson. I must've got my
wires crossed. I thought we were
meeting at the gym.
Harold stands smiling, hands clasped behind his back. He
replies in that deep, maleficent, baritone of his.
Perhaps I misunderstood.
I can pay you extra if I've caused
any inconvenience. Say double the
Allison hesitates. Whatever warning signals her body is
sending her just got mollified.
(releasing the chain)
I'll be ready in two quick minutes,
She stands aside.
Come in and make yourself at home.
INT. JACK'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT
We're back with Jack in his office, reading. He leans in
close as apprehension sets in...
INT. ALLISON'S APARTMENT - DAY
Allison speaks over her shoulder as she heads into the
You can start warming up if you
Harold leans, watching her hurry down the hallway, her finely
tapered legs glistening. His hand goes to his crotch as he
I'll do that. Please don't hurry on
As he watched her go, his heart
beat so hard he thought it would
pound its way out of his chest. His
fantasy of having sex with the girl
in her apartment had been just
that, a harmless fantasy. But now,
being so close to her, smelling the
clean scent of her just-washed
hair, seeing the soft glow of her
body, a part of him seemed lost to
his subconscious and he felt
outside himself. Outside his
Harold - forehead beaded with sweat - slowly makes his way
down the hall to Allison's bathroom.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Harold has reached the bathroom and now he eases the door
Allison naked, one leg propped up on the tub while she towels
What happened next happened so fast
he scarcely had time to think
Allison turns and sees Harold leering at her in the doorway.
Her expression is a mixture of embarrassment and shock, and
then, when the revelation hits her that he didn't stumble in
by accident, anger and fear.
Harold balls up his fists, lurches forward and throws a right
cross against her jaw. As Allison lands hard in the tub, he
throws another vicious punch, and then another.
He'd been an amateur boxer in
college and was impressed that she
was so fit, it took three heavy
blows of everything he had to knock
Harold steps back. Allison is out cold. Harold's breathing
hard as he stares down at her.
Even though she was unconscious and
even though her nose was broken and
even though blood covered her lips
and chin and trailed over the
closed lid of the toilet, he
couldn't help admiring how
absolutely beautiful she looked.
Harold is mindlessly massaging himself as he leers down at
the girl. He picks her body off the floor and carries her to
Pretty pink bedroom with chiffon curtains. Harold rolls her
onto the pink comforter on the bed, positions her just right.
His eyes glaze with lust as he unzips himself.
INT. BEDROOM - FIVE MINUTES LATER
Harold, depleted and filled with self-hate, sits rigid on the
edge of the bed. Allison is stirring behind him.
He looks over his shoulder at her, his eyes watery. He
reaches over to the night table and grabs the telephone,
starts winding the cord around his hands. With the cord
tight, he turns to face Allison just as she SCREAMS.
INT. ALLISON'S APARTMENT
Harold walks to the front door, pauses at the mirror...
On his way out of Allison's
apartment, Harold Jackson, the well
known anchor for Channel Nine News,
paused by the mirror to comb his
hair. He admired his reflection and
then went out about his merry way.
INT. JACK'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT
Jack leans back, paper in hand, not sure what to make of what
he just read.
EXT. DEAN & DELUCA'S - DAY
Jack sits alone at one of the outside tables, wind blowing
his hair. He looks around for Allison. Around him lunch-goers
grab tables. Jack notices a pretty young thing reach for a
He's jolted to reality by a squeeze on the arm. He turns to
see Allison Harper smiling down at him. He stands up and
gives her a hug; his enthusiasm catches her off-guard. She
You look great.
Allison sits, followed by Jack. She pulls a strand of wheat
colored hair from the corner of her mouth.
It's great to see you.
Jack seems a bit awkward, like meeting an old lover.
Did you want to grab a bite here or
would you rather we go some place
else to dine?
No, this is fine.
I'm actually starving though. Do
She motions to the restaurant.
Jack rises. They walk to the eatery. Jack grabs the door for
Allison, she waits for him to open it, then smiles.
EXT. DEAN & DELUCA'S - DAY
Seated at a table with lunch trays before them, Jack and
So... I was surprised to hear from
(on her look)
Happy, but surprised. What have you
been doing with yourself since you
left the office?
I took some time to figure out what
I really wanted to do with my life.
You were a helluva agent.
(shaking her head)
No I wasn't.
Jack doesn't contradict her.
I knew I wanted to help people, you
know? So, I became a personal
fitness trainer and nutritionist.
And all this time I thought you
wanted me to sell you a house.
No. What I really need help with
right now is building a clientele.
She reaches into her bag, pulls out a handful of business
I figure, insurance agents were
doing this all the time when I was
an agent, why not try it.
Jack takes the cards.
Sure, why not. I'd be happy to
What about you?
(feels one of his biceps)
Looks like you could do with a
personal trainer yourself.
(off his look)
Just kidding. You look good,
Well, I'll take it under
Allison laughs, he returns the laughter.
As Allison eats, Jack watches her; a thought seems to cross
his mind. Should he tell her about the typed page...?
EXT. JACK'S CAR - DAY
Jack driving in traffic.
INT. JACK'S CAR
Jack on the speakerphone again.
I saw Allison Harper today.
Really? How's she doing?
Good, good. She's a physical
Well, she's definitely got the body
Pause. Jack isn't going to disagree.
What are you making for dinner?
He makes a face.
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