TEASER 

EXT.		APARTMENT BUILDING, COURTYARD		LATE EVENING

MOLLY FISHER walks down the outdoor stairs from her apart-
ment and goes to the wall of mailboxes. She opens up the box
that reads "Simmons, C. and Fisher, M." Molly removes a few
pieces of mail.

As she walks back towards the stairs, she flips through the
mail. Focus on one ENVELOPE that bears no return address and
has Molly’s name crudely typewritten upon it.
				
MOLLY: Oh no …

She clumsily opens the envelope and unfolds a single sheet of 
paper upon which are cutout letters from magazines that spell 
out the message: "You will die, bitch!" Hold on Molly’s fright.
										
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INT.		HOSPITAL ROOM		SAME

TIM is lying in the bed. CLAIRE and JAMES are standing in the 
doorway. Tim points at them.

				
TIM: You!
				
JAMES: Me?!?
				
TIM: No, her! Claire!

CLAIRE: What?

TIM: You— You were in my dream!
				
CLAIRE: What do you mean?
				
TIM: I had this dream, and it was like I was at home; it just
seemed like my home, you know? But you were there, not my 
wife.
				
JAMES: (thinking) What is going on here?

Claire steps into the room fully and approaches the bed.
				
CLAIRE: What do you mean, your wife?

TIM: My wife, Claire.

CLAIRE: I’m Claire. I’m your wife, Tim.

TIM: No, no, no. Look, I don’t know who you are or why you’re
pretending to be my wife, but get out!

Out on Claire’s confusion.

ACT I

INT.		CRAIG’S APARTMENT		LATE EVENING

CRAIG is sitting on the couch, watching television. The door opens 
and MOLLY enters, looking frightened.
				
CRAIG: What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.

He hugs her.
				
MOLLY: Something like that. I— I just got a letter …
				
CRAIG: What does it say?

MOLLY: Look.


She hands him the LETTER. He is shocked as he sees what the 
message says. Focus on the words: "You will die, bitch!"

CRAIG: Oh no – it’s him.

MOLLY: (through tears) I know, Craig. He’s gonna get me. I just 
know it.

CRAIG: Don’t you worry. I’ll keep you safe.



Craig puts the letter on the coffee table.




CRAIG: (cont’d) And as for this, we’ll give it to Brent tomorrow.



He embraces her and they stand holding each other. They fade
into the background as the camera focuses on the message of
the letter.


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INT.		HOSPITAL ROOM		SAME

CLAIRE stands frozen as TIM stares at her coldly. JAMES remains 
in the doorway.


TIM: I don’t know what kind of sick person you are, trying to screw
with the head of a man who can’t remember anything, but I know 
you’re not my wife.


CLAIRE: But I am!

She approaches and places a hand on his cheek; he harshly brushes 
it off.

CLAIRE: (cont’d) I don’t understand what’s going on. Who … ?

TIM: Just get out.

Claire breaks down into tears and James leads her out of the room.
Tim shows a look of bafflement on his face.
										
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FLASHBACK


INT.		HOSPITAL ROOM		THE NIGHT BEFORE

DIANE is standing in the doorway.

DIANE: Tim, it’s time to go home.

TIM stares at her.

DIANE: I know you don’t recognize me, honey, but soon enough 
you’ll get your memory back and we can be together again.

TIM: But … how? Who are you?

DIANE: Well … I can’t really tell you that. The  doctor says you 
have to figure it out for yourself.

TIM: Oh, wow. Did you say it’s time to go home?

DIANE: Yeah, I did. The doctor said it was okay to take you 
home.

TIM: Oh, great. I’d asked if I could go home, but I never really 
got an answer.

DIANE: You’ve got one now, Tim: Let’s go.

						
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INT.		HOSPITAL ROOM		LATE EVENING

TIM is lying in the bed, a puzzled look on his face.


TIM: (thinking) Something’s not right here.
									
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INT.		HOSPITAL HALLWAY	SAME

CLAIRE is standing next to JAMES in awkward silence. A NURSE walks by.
				
CLAIRE: Excuse me—

NURSE: Oh, Mrs. Fisher. How’s the baby doing?

CLAIRE: Pretty well, I guess.

NURSE: When are you due?

CLAIRE: Within the next two weeks.

NURSE: You must be so excited.

CLAIRE: I am. But I need to know some thing: Did my husband have any
visitors last night?

NURSE: Let me think.

They stand in silence for a moment as the nurse ponders the question.

NURSE: (cont’d) Come to think of it, yes he did. A woman.

CLAIRE: Do you have any idea who it was?

NURSE: He seemed to think she was his wife, from what I can 
remember.
				
CLAIRE: Do you remember what she looked like?

The nurse again ponders the question.

NURSE: Not really. I see so many people in a day …

DIANE BISHOP walks towards them down the hallway. The nurse 
points at her.

NURSE: (cont’d) That’s her!

JAMES: (thinking) My God, me having Tim shot is the least of Claire’s 
problems!

CLAIRE: Diane, I need to talk to you.

DIANE: (thinking) Oh no …

ACT II


INT.		CRAIG’S APARTMENT		LATE EVENING

MOLLY sits at the COMPUTER when CRAIG enters the room. He comes 
up behind her.

CRAIG: How ya doin’?

MOLLY: A little bit better. I’m just really shaken up.

CRAIG: Don’t worry about it, honey. Everything will be fine.

He kisses her on the cheek.

CRAIG: (cont’d) What’re you doing?


MOLLY: Just checking my e-mail and stuff.

CRAIG: Probably full of junk mail.

MOLLY: Surprise, surprise.



Craig leaves the room.



INT.		APARTMENT HALLWAY		SAME



CRAIG leans against the wall.



CRAIG: (sotto voce) Don’t worry, Molly – I’ll keep you protected.


Craig walks down the hallway.


INT.		CRAIG’S APARTMENT		SAME


MOLLY sits at the computer. She clicks the mouse a few times and 
waits for her e-mail to appear.


MOLLY: Here it is …

She stares confusedly at the computer.

				
MOLLY: (cont’d) What is this?

She clicks the mouse again and gasps loudly. She begins to cry. 
CRAIG dashes into the room.

CRAIG: What’s wrong, Molly?

MOLLY: I, I just went to look at my e-mail, and look what I found!

Focus on computer screen: an e-mail box contains the big, 
boldfaced words "I’m coming for you, Molly!"

Craig clicks the mouse several times.

CRAIG: There, I saved it. We’ll show it to Brent tomorrow.

He stares confusedly at the screen.

CRAIG: (cont’d) What the hell?!? You have like six e-mails from 
that address!

MOLLY: Craig, we have to find out who’s doing this to me!

CRAIG: I know, Molly, I know.

He holds her as they both stare at the screen.



INT.		HOSPITAL HALLWAY		SAME



CLAIRE, DIANE, JAMES, and a NURSE all stand together.
				
DIANE: Um, uh, Claire … what’d you want to ask me?

CLAIRE: This nurse says you came to visit Tim last night.

DIANE: Well, yeah, I did …

CLAIRE: Tim tells us that his "wife" was here last night. Do 
you know anything about this?

DIANE: Well, yeah.


INT.		HOSPITAL ROOM		SAME


TIM lays in the bed. His eyes are open but stare blankly at nothing in 
particular. Images of Diane and Claire flash in his mind.


INT.		HOSPITAL HALLWAY	SAME


DIANE, CLAIRE, JAMES, and a NURSE stand together.

DIANE: (cont’d) I do know what’s going on.

CLAIRE: Would you like to explain it?

DIANE: I, uh– well, I came to see Tim last night. And right after I
got here, a nurse came in and gave him a shot. Then when I
started to talk to him again he began calling me his wife.

CLAIRE: Now it all makes sense.

The nurse excuses herself and steps away from the conversation.

CLAIRE: (cont’d): Do you realize what this means?

DIANE: What?

CLAIRE: It means that Tim is starting to get his memory back. 
Jason told me that Tim had a dream about the apartment; and now 
a shot made him hallucinate that you were me …
				
DIANE: Yeah, that must’ve been what happened.

DIANE: (thinking) That was a little too close for comfort.

CLAIRE: The only problem now is that Tim won’t believe I’m his 
wife. We have to convince him that I’m telling the truth.

ACT III


INT.		APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM		LATE EVENING


CRAIG sits in a chair watching TV. Enter MOLLY, her face red from 
crying.


MOLLY: Craig, I’m really scared.

CRAIG: I know you are, honey.

MOLLY: What— What if he comes here? Tonight? What if he tries 
to—

CRAIG: Don’t think like that.


He rises and hugs her.

CRAIG: (cont’d) I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I put in a call to the 
online service and see if they can tell us who sent those e-mails 
to you?

MOLLY: Can we do that?

CRAIG: It’s worth a try. Get me the number.

Molly leaves the room and returns with a phone book in hand. She 
flips quickly through pages until one catches her eye.

MOLLY: Found it.


She brings the book over to Craig and points the number out to him. 
He dials.

CRAIG: Hi. I’d like to speak to someone about a problem with an
				account on your service.

He waits for a moment.

CRAIG: (cont’d) Yeah, I’ll hold.

Hold on Molly as she bites her lip anxiously.

ACT IV

INT.		HOSPITAL ROOM		SAME


TIM is lying in the bed. Enter DIANE.

DIANE: Hi, honey.

TIM: Claire! Hi! There was this woman—

Enter a NURSE. She carries a NEEDLE.
				
NURSE: Mr. Fisher, it’s time for another shot.

TIM: Not again!
				
NURSE: I’m afraid so.

The nurse gives him the shot and leaves.

DIANE: (thinking) This is even better than I’d hoped for.

DIANE: How are you feeling, honey?
				
TIM: Pretty good. A little bored, but pretty good. As I was saying—

DIANE: Hush, hush. I’ve got something that should take your mind
off the boredom.

TIM: What’s that?
	
DIANE: I want you to make love to me.


INT.		HOSPITAL CAFETERIA 		SAME


CLAIRE and JAMES sit at a table.


JAMES: I’m so sorry everything turned out this way, Claire.

CLAIRE: Hopefully nothing will "turn out" like this. If Diane does
what I told her to...


JAMES: Are you sure it’ll work?
				
CLAIRE: Positive.


INT.		APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM		SAME


CRAIG sits with the phone to his ear. MOLLY waits anxiously nearby.
				
CRAIG: Yeah, we received some threats via your service this 
evening. We’d like to find out who sent them.

A short pause ensues as the person at the other end speaks.

CRAIG: The screen name that sent them is JS24.

Another pause follows.
				
CRAIG: You can’t?! Okay, well, thanks anyway. Good night.

Craig hangs up the phone.
				
MOLLY: What did he say? They couldn’t find out who owns it?

CRAIG: No, no. He said that they can’t give out that information 
to just anyone who calls.
			
MOLLY: I see … Hey, what if it was the cops calling? Let’s see if
Brent can do anything for us?
				
CRAIG: Good idea!

She picks up the phone and dials Brent’s number.

INT.		HOSPITAL ROOM		SAME

DIANE is buttoning up the rest of her shirt. TIM lies in the bed, 
looking somewhat dazed.
				
TIM: That was great, Claire.

DIANE: It felt so good, Tim – it felt so good to hold you again – to
make love with you.

She puts her jacket back on.
				
DIANE: (cont’d) Only one thing – you cannot tell anyone about this.

TIM: I understand. Otherwise—

DIANE: Otherwise I’d get in major trouble.

She opens the door up and begins to step out.

TIM: I love you, Claire!

DIANE: Love you too, honey! Bye!

Diane exits the room.

INT.		HOSPITAL HALLWAY	SAME

Grinning, DIANE leans against a wall across the hall from the elevator.


DIANE: That was excellent, Tim. And hopefully it’ll be the first time of 
many for us.

She is interrupted by the ring that announces the arrival of the 
elevator. The doors open and out step CLAIRE and JAMES.


CLAIRE: So, Diane, did you make any progress with Tim?



ACT V



INT.		APARTMENT		NIGHT



CRAIG and MOLLY stand in the living room, awaiting news. In the 
background, BRENT speaks on the phone.
				
MOLLY: Craig, I’m so worried! I hope Brent can find something out.

CRAIG: So do I.


In the background, Brent hangs up the phone.
				
MOLLY: Oh, Brent! What did you find out?

BRENT: Well, I told the company that it was official police 
business, and they finally disclosed to me that the owner of 
the account is someone by the name of John Smith. Ring a bell?

MOLLY: Not at all.

BRENT: That’s what I figured. It’s most likely an alias.

CRAIG: So that does us no good?


BRENT: They also informed me that this "John Smith" set this 
account up from Denver.

MOLLY: Can’t you get the Denver police to find him?

BRENT: I’m afraid not. I got them on the phone, but they said 
there are no grounds to begin a search.
				
MOLLY: Oh, great … What do we do now?
				
CRAIG: Is there anything we can do?
				
BRENT: I’d like to get to the bottom of this before Molly gets 
hurt. So I’m boarding the first flight to Denver tomorrow 
morning.
				
MOLLY: You’re gonna leave Sarah?
				
BRENT: It’s work. She’ll understand.
				
MOLLY: Won’t you be lonely? All alone looking for this nut?
				
BRENT: Well—
				
CRAIG: Of course he won’t. Because we’re going with him.


Hold on Molly and Brent’s surprise.

INT.		HOSPITAL HALLWAY	SAME

CLAIRE and JAMES stand just outside the elevator. DIANE is 
leaning against the wall opposite them.



CLAIRE: So, did you make any progress with Tim, Diane?
				

DIANE: (thinking) More than you can imagine, dear.

DIANE: I tried, Claire, I really did try … but Tim was given that
shot again, and he kept calling me "Claire" and stuff.
				
CLAIRE: Oh, for the love of God … what am I gonna do?

Hold on Claire’s frustration.

INT.		HOSPITAL ROOM		SAME

Lying in the bed is Tim, half-asleep. He looks uneasy.

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Images of DIANE and CLAIRE flash through Tim’s mind.

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EXT. 	INDISTINGUISHABLE ALLEY		NIGHT


TIM stands in fear as a MALE HAND holds a GUN near him. The 
line of vision moves up the arm, but becomes extremely fuzzy 
and the shooter cannot be seen. A gunshot is heard.

END OF EPISODE #12

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