HAUNTED
1X05:  BLIND WITNESS
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON UPN:  10/22/2003
TRANSCRIBED FROM WILDFEED

Written by:  ROB WRIGHT
Directed by:  PETER MARKLE

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SUMMARY:  A dead blind man reaches out to Frank for help.
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HAUNTED 
1X05:  BLIND WITNESS
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COLD OPEN: 

NARRATOR:  Previously on "Haunted”

[Scene from 1X01:  Pilot]

[INT. JESSICA'S KITCHEN - NIGHT]

(FRANK is with JESSICA in the kitchen talking with her.)

FRANK:  I think something's wrong with me.  Ever since that night, that night I 
got stabbed, I've been seeing things.

CUT TO:



[INT. FRANK'S APARTMENT - NIGHT]

(FRANK is in his office looking at a stack of boxes piled up one on top of the 
other stretching from floor to ceiling.  The ceiling fan is on and the top box 
is spinning around in a circle in time with the fan.  FRANK reaches up to remove 
the top moving box.)

CUT TO:



[Scene from Unknown episode]

[INT. DANTE'S TATTOO PARLOR - DAY]

(FRANK stands in to the side listening to DANTE.)

DANTE:  That special talent that you brought back from the other side, it makes 
you glow in the dark, my friend.  Lots of people claim to see ghosts, but very 
few can claim to be seen by ghosts, Frank.

CUT TO:



[Scene from 1X04: Abby]

[EXT. CEMETARY - DAY]

(FRANK and MARCUS stand side-by-side in the cemetery in front of RACHEL LANDRY'S 
marker.)

MARCUS:  You haven't been right since the Mason case ... and I know dying and 
coming back to life has got to bring heavy changes, but ... 

FRANK:  (mutters)  More than you know ...

MARCUS:  All these hunches you get, I know you don't want to talk about it.

FADE OUT.
END OF PREVIOUSLY ON



FADE IN.

[INT. CAR (PARKED) - DAY]

(MARCUS and FRANK sit in the car.  Directly in front of them, a man in 
dreadlocks wearing feathers and riding a bike stops in front of them.  This is 
the BIRDMAN.  He looks directly at them, then rides off.)

(FRANK chuckles and looks at MARCUS who also smiles at the sight.)

FRANK:  I love L.A.

(They watch the man on the bike ride off.  The camera moves and refocuses on a 
man in the background carrying a portable tv box and crossing the street.)

(FRANK raises the camera and snaps a picture.)

MARCUS:  You know, this isn't the way I planned on spending my Saturday.

FRANK:  Shh. I'm trying to focus here.

(FRANK is definitely keeping his eye and camera lens on the man carrying the tv 
box.)

MARCUS:  Yeah, well, I'm a homeowner who needs to focus on mowing his lawn 
painting his fence and washing his car.

(MARCUS chuckles as FRANK smiles.)

MARCUS:  You know, what's this about anyway?

FRANK:  This is about someone spending their first permanent disability check.

(He snaps more photos.)

MARCUS:  Kid doesn't look disabled to me.

(FRANK holds out the camera to MARCUS.)

FRANK:  Here.

(MARCUS takes the camera.)

FRANK:  I have a little present for him.  Get a nice, tight close-up of the look 
on his face when I hand it to him.  Or, when he hands it to me.

MARCUS:  What do you mean?

FRANK:  His name's Juan Uribe.  He used to be a cruiser-weight contender.

MARCUS:  The Juan Uribe?  (amused by Frank’s choice of words)  Frank, man, this 
guy's no contender.  He was the champ for a year.  He owned it.

FRANK:  Just keep taking pictures no matter what.

(FRANK opens the car door and gets out of the car.)

MARCUS:  All right.

(Cut to:  FRANK runs across the road and through the intersection to catch up 
with JUAN URIBE who is just putting the new portable television set in the back 
of his van.)

FRANK:  Excuse me, champ?

(JUAN URIBE turns around.)

JUAN URIBE:  Yeah, what's up?

FRANK:  Your friends over at Indian Mutual wanted me to give you this neck 
brace.

(From MARCUS' POV through the camera lens, he snaps a couple of pictures of 
FRANK handing the neck brace to JUAN URIBE.)

(He continues to snap photos of FRANK and of JUAN URIBE getting angry at him.)

(JUAN finally jabs FRANK in the right eye.

FRANK:  Oh, ow!  Ooh ... oh ...

(MARCUS takes a couple of photos as FRANK staggers backward.  FRANK looks up at 
MARCUS.)

(MARCUS puts the camera down for a moment.)

MARCUS:  (muttering)  No, no, d-don't look at me.

(FRANK turns around and JUAN URIBE steps forward and hits FRANK again in the 
face.)

(FRANK falls down on the road.)

(As he's down, something happens to FRANK.  Something strange.)

(FRANK looks up and the traffic lights nearby are blurry.  He looks at the 
street sign ... 4th / 9th.)

(He hears a MAN'S voice.)

MAN:  (hoarse whisper)  My heart ... my ... heart ...

[EVERYTHING RESUMES]

(FRANK falls back to the ground.  The cars passing him by blare their car horns.  
It's obvious that something's really wrong.)

(JUAN URIBE steps forward intending to hit FRANK again.)

MARCUS:  (o.s.)  Hey, hey, police!  Police! 

(MARCUS rushes forward and stops JUAN URIBE from taking another step.  He pushes 
his badge into his face.)

MARCUS:  Now, don't move.  Sit down over here on the curb, all right?

(A car horn blares as it whizzes by. MARCUS turns around and sees FRANK 
staggering in the street.  He rushes over to him.)

MARCUS:  Hey, Frank, you okay?

(MARCUS runs across the street.  Car tires screech as it stops for MARCUS.  
MARCUS puts a hand out.)

MARCUS:  (to the driver)  Hey!  (to FRANK)  Come here.

(FRANK is breathing heavily and staggering around.  MARCUS reaches FRANK and 
grabs him by the shoulders.  FRANK holds on to MARCUS.)

MARCUS:  All right.  I'm there. I got you.  I got you.

FRANK:  Marcus ...

MARCUS:  Yeah?

(A car horn honks.)

(MARCUS leads FRANK across the street.)

FRANK:  I can't see, man.

MARCUS:  All right ...

(Car tires squeal as a car stops right in front of them.)

MARCUS:  Hey!  (to FRANK)  I ... I got you.

(FRANK starts to pant and breathe heavily.  He blinks as he tries to see 
something, anything.)

FRANK:  I'm blind.

FADE TO
END OF TEASER
ROLL TITLE CREDITS

INTRODUCTION:
 Two years ago, my son was taken from me. Since then, my job, my marriage, even 
my life.  But I came back, and the dead came with me.

(COMMERCIAL SET)



FADE IN.

[INT. PHYSICIAN'S EXAMINATION ROOM -- DAY]  

(The DOCTOR checks FRANK'S eyes while JESSICA stands nearby.)  

DOCTOR:  The retina looks normal.  No internal bleeding or swelling.  Vision's 
back to 20/20 like you never even lost sight.  Are you sure you didn't black out 
at all?

FRANK:  Right before it happened I felt this light burning sensation behind my 
eyes, but ... I mean, he didn't really tag me that hard.  I mean, at the time I 
didn't associate losing my vision with the punch.

JESSICA:  Could it have been something else?  

DOCTOR:  People suffer temporary sight loss for any number of reasons.  My guess 
is that it was caused by the obvious trauma of the punch.  I'm glad you brought 
Frank to see me but just to be on the safe side I'd like you to see a 
specialist.

JESSICA:  If it happened once does that mean it could happen again?

DOCTOR;  Possibly.  Your bout lasted only 15 minutes.  If it reoccurs it could 
be for much longer.  That is why I would like you to see Dr. Evans.  Until then, 
try to take it easy and avoid any undue stress.

(He chuckles and glances at JESSICA.)

FRANK:  Avoid stress?

(JESSICA catches the look and smiles also.)

CUT TO:



[EXT. FRANK'S STREET - NIGHT]



[INT. FRANK'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT]  

TV REPORTER (WOMAN):   Police are still searching for clues in the disappearance 
of 21-year-old Hillary Tyson.  

(FRANK sits in his apartment reading the LOS ANGELES CHRONICLE.  The headline 
reads:  "Auto Glass Heiress Still Missing.  There's a large photo of HILLARY 
TYSON in the center of the top half of the paper.)

(FRANK puts the paper down to show the television set on with the news report 
on.)

TV REPORTER (WOMAN):  Tyson, the daughter of millionaire auto glass tycoon Oscar 
Tyson, disappeared three nights ago when she left a popular nightclub not far 
from here on Sunset ...

(FRANK raises the remote and turns the television set off.  He gets up from his 
chair.)

(He hears a tapping sound in the distance.  The tapping sounds get louder and 
closer.)

(GUS whimpers and rushes to the front door.  The taping persists.  FRANK gets up 
and opens the door.  GUS whimpers and they both look outside where the tapping 
sounds get very loud as if just directly in front of them, then quickly fades.)

(FRANK looks down the hallway and see nothing.  The tapping sounds get very loud 
and FRANK feels something rush past him, through the open doorway and into his 
apartment.  GUS growls, turns and trots back into the apartment.  He barks and 
goes after the tapping sound.)

(FRANK takes a couple of steps away from the door to follow GUS.  His back to 
the front door.  The door slams shut.  A woman screams.  FRANK turns around and 
looks at the door, although it doesn't really surprise him.  He's far more 
interested in the tapping sound.)

(FRANK turns around and heads back into his apartment, searching for the source 
of the tapping sound.)

(FRANK stops as the tapping sound seems to be right on him.)

(He feels a pain and falls to his knees of the floor.)

FRANK:  (groans)  Oh!

(FRANK is on his back on the floor clutching his knee.)

FRANK:  Ow!

MAN:  My ... heart ...  

(FRANK is disoriented and in pain.  A church bell tolls.)

(FRANK unsteadily gets to his feet.)

MAN:  (yelling)  My ... heart ...

[FRANK'S POV]

(He looks around and everything's blurry and extra white.)

(He breathes heavily and doesn't move.  Still, everything in front of him is 
extra white.)

(Out of nowhere, there's a whipping sound and something hits FRANK.  Once ... 
twice ... He staggers backward on the impact of the stick.  FRANK reaches the 
window and leans out over it.)

(cc)  MAN:  My... heart.  My... heart.

[FRANK'S POV]

(The white that FRANK sees slowly changes into the colored sidewalk which 
changes back into a blurry sidewalk, then into the regular focused view of the 
sidewalk.)

(FRANK is leaning out of the window, breathing heavily.)

CUT TO:



[INT. BAR]  

(FRANK and DANTE are at the counter.)  

DANTE:  All right, let's see it.

(FRANK lifts up his pants and shows the dark welt on his leg just below the 
knee.)

DANTE:  Ooh. Damn, Frank.  

(FRANK puts his pants leg down and shows DANTE the welt on his right shoulder.)

DANTE:  If I didn't know better I'd say you'd been beat with a stick.

FRANK:  Sure what it felt like.  Question is... why?

DANTE:  What did it say to you again?

FRANK:  "My heart."  My heart?"

(FRANK takes a sip from his coffee cup.)

DANTE:  The center of all emotion.

FRANK:  Don't wax poetic on me, Dante.  I'm not in the mood for it.  It's one 
thing to see ghosts.  I sure as hell don't want to start a new chapter.

DANTE:  I'm serious.  Where'd you say you lost your sight the first time?

FRANK:  Intersection over on 4th.

DANTE:  my grandmother believed that places could get burnt.

FRANK:  "Burnt?"

DANTE:  Marked.  Like, from a burst of energy such as extreme emotions.  She 
said that spirits could linger in those kinds of places because they're so 
charged with energy.

FRANK:  And what about the blindness?

DANTE:  (scoffs)  What do I look like, a ghost doctor?

(FRANK chuckles at the remark.) 

DANTE:  But if I was you ... have a little look-see at the place you first 
encountered the ghost.  Chances are, something happened there.  And I bet it 
wasn't good.

(FRANK considers the suggestion.)

CUT TO:



[EXT. INTERSECTION ON 4TH & 9TH -- DAY]  

(FRANK stands at the intersection on 4th and looks around.  Across the street he 
sees the BIRDMAN from the teaser sitting next to what appears to be a make-shift 
sidewalk shrine with pictures, candles and a lot of decoration.)  

(The traffic light turns green and FRANK crosses the street.)

(The BIRDMAN lights another candle and adds it to the shrine.  FRANK walks up to 
the BIRDMAN and his shrine.)

FRANK:  Friend of yours?

(The BIRDMAN doesn't say anything.  FRANK kneels down to get a better look at 
the shrine.)

FRANK:  Do you mind if I ask their name?  Hey, I'm just curious.  That's all.

BIRDMAN:  His name was Nestor.  He tried to fly.  

(BIRDMAN points to the top of the highway overpass above them.)

FRANK:  When?

BIRDMAN:  Two nights ago.

FRANK:  Were you here?

BIRDMAN:   No.  No.  (they both stand up)  They just found him ... and then ... 
they spirited him away.

(He takes a step back away from FRANK, then leaves.)

CUT TO:



[INT. MORGUE -- DAY]  

(JIMMY LAMARR, the CORONER, leads FRANK into the autopsy room.)  

JIMMY LAMARR:  Over 700 suicides in L.A. Each year.

(He cracks his gum and walks over to the desk and grabs the chart on the man 
FRANK'S looking for.  The wall clock reads 12:35)

JIMMY LAMARR:  Meet #0538:  Nestor J. Cruz, 55 years young.

FRANK:  What do you have on him?

JIMMY LAMARR:  More than usual.  He spent a lot of time in the V.A.

(JIMMY opens the unit door and pulls out the table with the body on it.)

FRANK:  'Nam?

(They pull back the sheet to show a dead, black man on the table.)

JIMMY LAMARR:  History file says he was a war correspondent for stars and 
stripes.  He sure wasn't a paratrooper.

FRANK:  What do you mean?

JIMMY LAMARR:  He jumped from the 4th street overpass.  Forgot to tuck and roll 
when he landed.  The truck that hit him right afterwards didn't help.

FRANK:  Any family?

JIMMY LAMARR:  Mm-mmm.  [translation:  no]

FRANK:  Did he have any personal effects on him?

JIMMY LAMARR:  (reading)  $14 in cash, pack of smokes ... no cane, though.

(FRANK looks at JIMMY.)

FRANK:  Cane?

JIMMY LAMARR:  Oh, yeah, didn't I tell you?  He was blind.

(FRANK reaches over and opens NESTOR'S eyelids.  The pupils are white.)

FRANK:  (whispers )  Blind?

MAN:  My ... heart.

[FRANK'S POV]

(FRANK looks up and everything gets blurry, then overexposed in white.  He looks 
around, but can hardly see anything.)

JIMMY LAMARR:  Frank?  You okay?

(FRANK starts walking around the morgue.  He tries to focus his eyesight, but it 
doesn't improve.  Everything is still blurry and overexposed in white.  In the 
background, FRANK hears a church bell toll.)

(Suddenly, everything goes white and FRANK can't see.  He starts gasping and his 
hands fly to his eyes.  He blinks rapidly trying to see.  JIMMY sees his 
distress and is alarmed.)

JIMMY LAMARR:  Frank, what's the matter, man?

(FRANK doesn't answer him.  He turns around and bumps into the cart full of 
instruments.  FRANK and the cart both crash to the floor.)

(JIMMY rushes over to FRANK.)

JIMMY LAMARR:  Frank! Frank!

(FRANK looks up at JIMMY, his eyes wide, the pupils are grey and clouded over.)

FRANK:  (gasping)  Jimmy ... I can't see.

HARD CUT TO BLACK.

(COMMERCIAL SET)



FADE IN.

[EXT. MORGUE -- EVENING]  

(The camera is on the closed door to the morgue.  Shadowed figures through the 
frosted glass appear to walk up to the door as JIMMY escorts FRANK and DANTE out 
the door.  

JIMMY LAMARR:  (v.o.)  I've never seen anything like that.  Not even in med 
school.  Are you sure you're going to be all right, Frank?

(The door opens.  JIMMY holds the door open for FRANK who is being helped by 
DANTE.

FRANK:  I'm sure.  Dante'll get me home, and, uh ... I'll be as good as new in a 
few hours.  Thanks, Jimmy.

(DANTE and FRANK walk away.  JIMMY stands in the hallway and watches them.  
DANTE slowly guides FRANK through the hallway.)

DANTE:  All right, you're doing fine.
DANTE:  Oh, watch your step here.

FRANK:  Okay.

(JIMMY turns and goes back into the morgue.)

DANTE:  It'll come back.

FRANK:  Yeah, sure it will.  I hope.

(DANTE continues to guide FRANK through the hallway.)

DANTE:  Okay.  Guess you found your ghost, huh?

(FRANK chuckles.)

FRANK:  I'd say he found me.

CUT TO:



[INT. FRANK'S APARTMENT]  

(DANTE gets a couple of beers out of the refrigerator.  He shuts the door and 
opens the drink for FRANK.  He puts it on the table.  The wall clock reads 5:15)  

DANTE:  Frank, you sure you don't want me to take you to the doc?

FRANK:  It'll pass.  It has to.  What a claustrophobic feeling.

(FRANK reaches for the drink and knocks it over.  DANTE'S quick and grabs it 
before it makes too much of a mess.)

DANTE:  Whoa... I got it.

(FRANK slams his hand on the table in frustration.  He stands up and paces the 
floor space.)

DANTE:  It's okay.

(FRANK leans up against the sink while DANTE scrambles quietly to clean up the 
mess.)

FRANK:  (sighs)  What time is it?

DANTE:  Uh ... 5:15.

FRANK:  That's three hours.

(FRANK reaches out and turns on the faucet.)

DANTE:  How long did it take you to get your site back the last time?

FRANK:  Not this long.

(FRANK washes his face under the running water.  DANTE hands FRANK a towel.)

DANTE:  Don't freak out, man.  You're probably right, it's a ghost.  Like all 
lost spirits, it just needs something.  That's all.

FRANK:  That's all?  And how am I supposed to get him what he needs if I can't 
see?!

(He shouts his frustration.)

DANTE:  Frank, you'll figure it out.  (beat)  We'll figure it out.

FRANK:  You don't have to do this, you know?

DANTE:  You're right.  

(He leans forward and pats FRANK on his arm in farewell.)

DANTE:  I've got better things to do.  I'm out of here.

(DANTE turns to leave and walks partially down the hallway, then stops.  FRANK 
listens to DANTE'S footsteps and then the abrupt silence.  He knows that DANTE’S 
still there.)

(DANTE turns around to look back at FRANK.  After a moment, FRANK chuckles.)

FRANK:  You jerk.

(DANTE smiles, turns around and heads back into the kitchen with FRANK.)

DANTE:  Look man, the point is I can remember a time or two when you didn't have 
to hang in there for me but you did.

FRANK:  You mean by busting you?

DANTE:  That's exactly what I mean.  And don't go trying the "oh, I was just 
doing my job" routine.

FRANK:  I just never busted a thief that quoted Titus Andronicus and fenced his 
haul to feed runaways.  (he chuckles)  You didn't belong on the street.

DANTE:  No one does, Frank.

FRANK:  (sighs)  You know what?  I think you're right.  Maybe that's what 
Nestor's trying to show me.  What it's like to be him.

DANTE:  Well, question is ... why?

FRANK:  So that I can figure out what happened to him.  Dante, I hate to ask, 
but, uh ...

DANTE:  Oh, Frank, come on, man.  You don't have to ask, just tell me what to 
do.

(FRANK holds out his hand in apology.  DANTE grasps it in acceptance.)

DANTE:  All right?

CUT TO:



[EXT. INTERSECTION ON 4TH -- DAY]  

(Back at the intersection, DANTE takes out his cell phone which is hooked up to 
an ear phone and dials.)  

INTERCUT WITH:

[INT. FRANK'S APARTMENT - DAY]

(FRANK is sitting at his desk.  The phone rings and he reaches out to answer 
it.)

FRANK:  Yeah?

DANTE:  I'm here.

FRANK:  Okay, you're looking for a man um ... wearing feathers.

DANTE:  Uh-huh.

FRANK:  I'm serious.

(DANTE looks around and sees the man FRANK is talking about.)

DANTE:  I see him.

(Across the street, DANTE sees the BIRDMAN riding the bike.  The BIRDMAN gets 
off of his bike and starts walking.

FRANK:  Follow him.  He's all we've got.

(DANTE crosses the street to follow the BIRDMAN.  He climbs up the stairs to the 
level that he last saw the MAN, but he's not there anymore.)

DANTE:  Damn.

(DANTE walks up to the bike leaning against the rail.)

FRANK:  Dante, what do you see?

(DANTE looks over the rail and the intersection below.)

DANTE:  Let's just say, man standing in Nestor's shoes isn't very pretty.

(Back in his apartment, FRANK starts hearing the cane tapping against the floor.  
He puts the phone down to look around for the sound.)

FRANK:  Who's there?

(The tapping gets louder.  The camera moves around FRANK to show NESTOR CRUZ 
standing in FRANK'S living room just behind him.)

FRANK:  I said, who's there?

(Suddenly, FRANK turns around to look at NESTOR.  He reaches out his hand to 
touch the space in front of him and we hear a whooshing sound and the camera 
pulls back to indicate that NESTOR moves away from FRANK.)

(FRANK turns away to catch his breath.)

(Cut back to:  At the intersection, DANTE looks down at the highway below.  The 
camera approaches him from behind.  A hand reaches out and grabs DANTE on the 
shoulder to spin him around.  It's the BIRDMAN.)

BIRDMAN:  Have you come on-high to spin a verse, poet?

DANTE:  You know me?

BIRDMAN:  Oh, I know everything that happens down there.  Why pay homage to 
Nestor?

DANTE:  I'm looking for answers.  Did you know him well?

(BIRDMAN doesn't say anything.)

DANTE:  I just want to find out what happened to him, that's all.

BIRDMAN:  Then go to church.

DANTE:  What?

BIRDMAN:  You know what they say -- seek and ye shall find.

(The BIRDMAN takes a step back away from DANTE.  He grabs his bike and leaves.)

CUT TO:



[INT. FRANK'S APARTMENT - NIGHT]

(FRANK is standing up and looking out the window when the phone rings.  He 
gropes for the phone and answers it.)

FRANK:  Dante?

INTERCUT WITH:

[EXT. FIRST NATIVITY - NIGHT]

DANTE:  I'm at the First Nativity.  Now what?

FRANK:  Ask around.  Find someone who knew him.  Start with the priests.

DANTE:  Okay.

(DANTE pockets the phone and heads for the church.)

CUT TO:



[INT. FIRST NATIVITY - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]

(DANTE talks with the priest.  While he talks, the priests nods.  The 
conversation is indistinct and we don't hear what's being said.)

CUT TO:



[EXT. FIRST NATIVITY - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]

(DANTE'S walking away from the church.  He pulls out the phone from his pocket 
and dials.)

CUT TO:



[INT. HOMELESS SHELTER - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]

(DANTE walks up to the person who appears to be in charge of the homeless 
shelter.  He talks with the man.  He turns away.)

CUT TO: 



[EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]

(DANTE walks down the alleyway.)

(High up on the rooftop, the BIRDMAN with the feathers, watches DANTE.)

(DANTE slows down, then looks up.  The BIRDMAN with the feathers is gone.)

(DANTE continues toward the table set up to hand out food to the homeless people 
in the alley.)

(cc)  DANTE:  Excuse me, I was wondering if you or anyone else in the line might 
know a gentleman named Nestor Cruz.

(The WOMAN behind the table of food points to someone behind DANTE.)

DANTE:  Thank you.

(DANTE walks up to a HOMELESS MAN.  He stands up when DANTE talks to him.)

DANTE:  Excuse me, sir?  I'm wondering if you knew a man named Nestor Cruz.

HOMELESS MAN:  Mm-hmm, yes, I did, I did.  I knew, I knew a Nestor.  Yeah, yeah.

INTERCUT WITH:

[INT. FRANK'S APARTMENT - NIGHT]

(FRANK is on the phone listening to the conversation.)

DANTE:  Can you tell me about him?

HOMELESS MAN:  Nestor was a lot, a lot like the people in your, your poems.

DANTE:  Why?

HOMELESS MAN:  Nestor used to say that he was invisible.  At least to the people 
that, that live in the world.

FRANK:  What does he mean, "invisible"?  

DANTE:  Uh, you say he was invisible?

HOMELESS MAN:  Mm-hmm.

DANTE:  How?

HOMELESS MAN:  Well, even the blind man can tell when the, the world just looks 
the other way so they don't have to, to, to deal with you.  Just 'cause a man's 
invisible that don't mean that he don't count.  You know, you know what I'm 
saying?

(The church bells start ringing.)

DANTE:  Yeah, yeah, I think.

(FRANK hears the church bells ring over the phone.)

FRANK:  Dante, what are those bells?

DANTE:  (to FRANK)  Uh, church bells.  

FRANK:  Ask him where he might have slept.

DANTE:  (to the HOMELESS MAN)  Uh, listen, did he have a home base around here?

HOMELESS MAN:  Yeah, he'd set up right in the, the, in the park.

(The HOMELESS MAN points to the direction he's talking about.)

HOMELESS MAN:  Yeah, to, to get away from the people.

(FRANK nods to the phone.)

FRANK:  Dante, get back here. Now.

(FRANK hangs up and staggers back to the window where he leans his hands up 
against the window sill.)

CUT TO:



[EXT. PARK -- NIGHT] 

(DANTE helps FRANK as they walk through the park.)

DANTE:  Okay?

FRANK:  Yeah.

DANTE:  Some people up ahead here.  Maybe they knew our guy.  Come on.

(They slowly make their way toward the homeless people gathered around the fire, 
when FRANK hears the tapping sound coming from the side.)

(FRANK turns toward the sound.  DANTE pulls him closer to the people.)

DANTE:  Frank, this way.

(FRANK stops.  DANTE turns to look at him.)

FRANK:  Dante, do you hear that?

DANTE:  What?

FRANK:  The tapping?  You don't hear that?

DANTE:  No.

FRANK:  It's this way.

(FRANK starts walking off to the side away from the other people.  DANTE follows 
him and grabs his arm.)

(The sounds appear to come from the tunnel nearby.)

FRANK:  Oh ...

(DANTE turns on his flashlight as they enter the area.  They stop.  Standing in 
the middle of the tunnel is a large growling dog.  DANTE tries to chase the dog 
away.)

DANTE:  Get!  Get!  Get out, get out of here.

(The dog turns and runs out the other end.)

DANTE:  Okay.

(They continue through the tunnel.)

DANTE:  Wow, you should see this place.  We've got an empty shelter right up 
here.

(DANTE leaves FRANK to look inside.)

DANTE:  Okay, hold on, hold on.

(He steps forward and pushes the plastic sheet aside.  Inside the shelter is 
large barking German Shepherd.  DANTE pushes FRANK back up against the wall and 
promptly falls backward onto the ground.  The barking dog steps forward toward 
DANTE.)

DANTE:  Wait, he has a ... hold on, Frank.

(The barking dog runs out of the shelter and out of the tunnel.  DANTE checks on 
FRANK.)

DANTE:  Okay.  Frank, you all right?

FRANK:  Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

DANTE:  You sure?

FRANK:  Yeah.

DANTE:  Here, here. I got you.

(DANTE grabs FRANK'S outstretched arm and they both make their way toward the 
shelter.)

FRANK:  What do you see?  What do you see?

DANTE:  Uh, could be Nestor's.  It's filled with bags, boxes rolled up clothes.

(DANTE kneels down to look inside.)

DANTE:  Down.

(He pushes aside the plastic over the opening.)

DANTE:  Okay, here, check this out.

(They both look inside and FRANK finds NESTOR'S walking cane.)

DANTE:  What do you got?

(FRANK hits the cane to the cement floor.  It makes that familiar tapping sound 
that he's been hearing.)

FRANK:  This is his.

(DANTE looks inside and finds something.)

DANTE:  Oh ... found his dog tags.  

FRANK:  Why would he leave all this, if he knew he was going to go downtown?

NESTOR CRUZ:  My ... heart.

(FRANK stands up, drops the walking cane and takes a step back.  DANTE looks at 
FRANK.)

FRANK:  He's here.

DANTE:  Who ... where?

FRANK:  He's right here.

(DANTE looks around, but doesn't see anybody.  FRANK starts to hear the tapping 
sound.)

FRANK:  It's that way.

(Without DANTE, FRANK immediately starts to walk in the direction of the tapping 
sounds.)

FRANK:  We got to go that way.

(DANTE follows and hurries to catch up with FRANK.)

DANTE:  Okay, okay, okay.  Come on, I got you.

(DANTE grabs FRANK'S arm and they both head out of the tunnel.)

FRANK:  All right.

(They near the entrance.)

DANTE:  Through here?

FRANK:  Yeah.  Let's do it.

(They're out of the tunnel and heading back through the park.  FRANK is moving 
quickly.)

DANTE:  Okay, okay, slow down, Frank.

(They continue to walk; FRANK pushing DANTE from behind.)

DANTE:  Watch your step, watch your step.  Right here.

NESTOR CRUZ:  My, my... heart, heart ...

(FRANK stops.  DANTE turns around.)

DANTE:  Frank, what?

(FRANK searching around, turning in a circle, looking for something.)

FRANK:  Don't you smell that?

DANTE:  What?

FRANK:  Don't you smell that?

DANTE:  No.

(FRANK takes several deep breaths concentrating on the smell.  Finally, he 
points in a direction.)

FRANK:  Shine your light over there.

(FRANK turns and heads in the direction.)

FRANK:  (persistent)  Over there.

(DANTE turns and moves in the direction with FRANK continuing to guide him.)

DANTE:  Okay, okay.

FRANK:  That way.

(They move off of the park path and the smell hits DANTE.  He groans.)

DANTE:  Oh ...

(They reach the spot in the bushes.)

DANTE:  Okay ...

(DANTE pushes the branches aside and the smell hits him full force.  He finds 
the dead body.  He starts to cough.)

FRANK:  Man or woman?

DANTE:  Woman.

FRANK:  How old?

DANTE:  Young. 20s.  

(FRANK stands off to the side, strangely quiet.  He digs his fingertips into the 
bridge of his nose and blinks.)

[FRANK'S POV]

(The darkness fades into an over-exposed white light.  The bush leaves become 
shapes and colors as he regains his sight.)

DANTE:  You're lucky you can't see this, man.

FRANK:  Not so lucky.  

(He breathes heavily and takes a couple steps toward the body to look at it.)  

FRANK:  Something tells me this is exactly what Nestor wanted me to see.

FADE TO BLACK.

(COMMERCIAL SET)



FADE IN.

[EXT. PARK -- DAY]  

(FRANK and MARCUS stand in the park as the OFFICERS search the body dump site.  
DANTE is there also.)  

MARCUS:  What are you working on, Frank?

FRANK:  I'm not.  I'm working on an unrelated case.  Or, at least, I thought I 
was.

MARCUS:  Hmm.  Rich, young and beautiful -- these days, that's a deadly 
combination.

FRANK:  What do you mean?

MARCUS:  Well, Hillary Tyson was into some pretty wild stuff.  The boys in 
Homicide just met her but Vice knew her for a long time.

FRANK:  Look, let's meet up later.  Compare notes.

(FRANK and DANTE leave.)

CUT TO:



[INT. DINER -- DAY]  

(FRANK and DANTE sit in a booth and go over what they've discovered.)  

FRANK:  What's the connection between a young, rich socialite and a homeless 
Vietnam vet?

DANTE:  I don't know, but Nestor wanted you to find her.

(MARCUS walks in and joins them.)

MARCUS:  So, you two cats solved the number one murder case in la yet?

FRANK:  Any word from the coroner's office? 

MARCUS:  Preliminary report confirms cause of death as asphyxiation, 
approximately three days ago.  That means she died shortly after she left a club 
on Sunset between the hours of 10:00 and 1:00 

FRANK:  (to DANTE)  That's one to three hours before Nestor died.

DANTE:  Yeah.

(MARCUS looks at them, puzzled.)

MARCUS:  Nestor?

FRANK:  The case that brought me to her.  Nestor Cruz, he was homeless.  He was 
living in the park.

DANTE:  Yeah, police listed him as a jumper, but we think something else 
happened to him on the fourth street overpass.

MARCUS:  So, what does Nestor Cruz have to do with Hillary Tyson then?

FRANK:  Proximity -- we found all of Nestor's belongings not far from where we 
found Tyson.

MARCUS:  Think he might have done it?

DANTE:  (shakes his head firmly)  No.

MARCUS:  (explains)  Oh, I don't know.  A transient spots an easy target like 
Tyson ...

FRANK:  Nestor didn't spot anybody, Marcus.  He was blind.  And we're wondering 
if the connection might not be so much what he saw, but ... what he witnessed.

DANTE:  We think he might have heard something.

FRANK:  Like Hillary Tyson being murdered.

MARCUS:  (picking up the train of thought)  And whoever killed Hillary realized 
there was a witness and followed him to the overpass.

DANTE: The overpass is several miles from the park.  How'd he get that far so 
fast?

FRANK:  (shrugs)  If you're blind and it's 2:00 in the morning, what do you do?

CUT TO:



[EXT. INTERSECTION AT 4TH -- DAY]  

(At the intersection, a #18 LADOT bus on its way to the Civic Center stops and 
the doors open.  FRANK is inside the bus talking with the driver as passengers 
walk on and off the bus.)  

FRANK:  So this is where the old guy got off?

BUS DRIVER:  No, this is where I had to kick him off.  He was crazy.  Told him 
not to come back.

FRANK:  I don't think you'll have to worry about that now.  He's dead.  Someone 
pushed him from that overpass probably right after you kicked him off your bus.

(FRANK points to the overpass.  The BUS DRIVER isn't about to take any blame for 
that.)

BUS DRIVER:  Hey, that ain't my problem, pal, all right?  We got a zero 
tolerance policy for trouble on the bus -- especially on the late shift.  It's a 
company rule.  He was upsetting my passengers.

FRANK:  How was he upsetting your passengers?

BUS DRIVER:  He was out of control.  Kept on yelling and carrying on.  Kept on 
insisting someone was after him.  Wanted me to drive him to the police station.  
I told him, "Hey, man, this is a bus.  This ain't no cab."

FRANK:  Did he say who was after him?

BUS DRIVER:  Yeah, kids.  "Loud kids in a loud car."  He kept yelling it over 
and over.  "Loud kids in a loud car."  (He sighs and shakes his head.)  Ain't my 
fault if the guy got popped.

FRANK:  Did you see which way he went after he got off the bus?

BUS DRIVER:  Yeah, he went right over there.

(FRANK gets off of the bus and heads for the intersection.  The bus drives off 
as FRANK looks up at the overpass.  He turns and heads in the direction that the 
bus driver indicated.)

CUT TO:



[EXT. OVERPASS - DAY -- CONTINUOUS]  

(FRANK walks along the overpass.  He walks up to the railing directly over the 
highway and looks over.  Down below, the HOMELESS MAN in the feathers rides by 
on his bike.)  

(FRANK watches as he rides alone along the five-lane roadway.)

(FRANK looks back at the sidewalk trying to find the spot where NESTOR went 
over.  He takes a few more steps toward the center of the highway and finds some 
scratches along the side of the railing.)

(Suddenly, FRANK stand sup and turns to face the road.  He hears tires screech, 
but there are no cars around.  He hears the impact of the car hitting something.  
He feels the rush of the impact.)

(FRANK starts to lose his sight.)

[FRANK'S POV]

(Everything is over-exposed and white.  FRANK hears voices.)

WOMAN: (v.o.)  Damn it!  This is good right here.

MAN:  (v.o.)  Get out.

(FRANK staggers backward toward the overpass railing.)

NESTOR: (v.o.)  My ... heart.

MAN: (v.o.)  Later, old man.

(cc)  NESTOR: (v.o.)  My... heart.

(Someone hits FRANK and he falls backward over the highway overpass.  Blinded 
and overwhelmed, FRANK barely catches on to the railing.  He dangles there as 
the cars drive below him.)

(FRANK looks down and he sees NESTOR CRUZ down on the pavement below, dead.)

(FRANK looks down and sees the bus #02001 pass under him.  As it leaves, NESTOR 
CRUZ vanishes.  FRANK grabs ahold of the railing and pulls himself up.)

CUT TO:



[EXT. DOWNTOWN - DAY]

[EXT. CITY SKYLINE (STOCK) - DAY]



[INT. BAR -- DAY]  

(FRANK fills MARCUS and JESSICA in on what he's found.)  

FRANK:  Whoever murdered Hillary Tyson also murdered Nestor Cruz.

JESSICA:  Who's Nestor Cruz?

FRANK:  I guess you could say he's a client.

(FRANK catches the look JESSICA sends MARCUS.)

FRANK:  What? Tell me.

JESSICA:  We got our first good lead in the Tyson case.

MARCUS:  We found a witness who claims Hillary left a downtown swingers club 
with a guy.

FRANK:  Who'd she leave with?

MARCUS:  Fritz Channing.

FRANK:  Fritz Channing ... the software guy?

JESSICA:  No, that's his dad.  Fritz junior is a spoiled brat who inherited his 
fortune when he died in a plane crash last year.

MARCUS:  He may be rich, but the kid hasn't got a nickel's worth of common 
sense.  Or self-respect, for that matter.

FRANK:  What do you mean?

MARCUS:  You know the type.  He's got a mouthful of gimme and a handful of take.  
He thinks the world is his own private party.

JESSICA:  And if you're not invited, he's not afraid to kick you out.

MARCUS:  Hmm. 

FRANK:  So, you've interviewed him.

MARCUS:  Oh, yeah.
He had his high-priced lawyer right there with him.

FRANK:  Does he have an alibi?

JESSICA:  Yeah, but it's loose.

FRANK:  Well, what if I were to pay Fritz a ... unofficial visit?

CUT TO:



[EXT. FRITZ CHANNING'S BEACH HOUSE -- DAY]  

(FRANK walks up to the front door and rings the door bell.  He peers in through 
the glass and doesn't see anyone there.  He walks along the side of the house 
toward the back.)  

FRITZ CHANNING:  This beach is private.

FRANK:  I'm a private investigator.

FRITZ CHANNING:  Oh, is that right?

(FRANK walks toward FRITZ CHANNING who is carrying his surfboard back to the 
house.)

FRANK:  Fritz Channing?

(FRITZ stands the surf board up in the sand.  Behind FRANK, a woman walks out of 
the house.)

BRANDI COMBS:  Who is it, Fritz?

FRANK:  My name is Frank Taylor.  I'm looking into the deaths of Hillary Tyson 
and Nestor Cruz.  I was hoping to ask you a few questions.

BRANDI COMBS:  Sorry, Fritz has answered plenty already.  He doesn't have to 
answer yours.  

(FRITZ moves to stand next to BRANDI.  FRANK doesn't say anything.)  

BRANDI COMBS:  Look, Hillary was a friend of ours.  It's a painful subject.

FRANK:  And you are...?

BRANDI COMBS:  Brandi Combs.

(FRITZ puts his arm around BRANDI.)

FRANK:  You were all partying together the night Hillary was murdered?

BRANDI COMBS:  I don't want to be rude but that's none of your business.

FRANK:  This is about your friend, Hilly, right, Fritz?  I mean, you do want to 
help.

FRITZ CHANNING:  Yeah, totally.

(FRANK pulls out the coroner's photos of NESTOR CRUZ.)

FRANK:  Have you ever seen this man before?  He was murdered the same night as 
Hillary and I believe the crimes may be related.

(When he doesn't get a response, FRANK persists.)

FRANK:  Fritz?

(FRITZ doesn't looks at the photos.)

FRITZ CHANNING:  Never seen the dude in my life.

FRANK:  Maybe you should take a closer look at it.  Nestor Cruz.

BRANDI COMBS:  If he never seen the man, he's never seen the man.  Maybe you 
should leave.

(FRANK nods, then leaves.)

(As he walks back to the car through the side of the house, FRANK hears church 
bells ring.)

(He stops in the driveway and looks around.  He turns around at the garage.  
FRANK hears tires screech.)

(FRANK heads for the garage and checks under the car.  He lifts the car cover up 
and checks the bumpers and he finds it.  The scrapings on the side of the car of 
where the car swiped the overpass railing.)

(FRANK takes out his cell phone and dials.)

FRANK:  (to phone)  Marcus, it's Frank.  Fritz Channing's as guilty as sin.  
There's paint on his car that matches the railing that Nestor went over.

FRITZ CHANNING:  (o.s.)  I'm out of here.
BRANDI COMBS:  (o.s.)  Baby, be cool.

(FRANK hears FRITZ and BRANDI as they walk into the house.)

FRANK:  (to phone, rushes)  Got to go.  I'll call you back.

(FRANK stands up to get out of the garage and he's hit with a wave of NESTOR 
CRUZ.)

(Camera goes into slow motion as FRANK staggers back against the car while 
clutching his heart.  The church bell tolls.)

NESTOR CRUZ:  (v.o.)  My... heart.  My... heart.

[FRANK'S POV]

(FRANK starts to lose his vision; everything goes blurry and over-exposed in 
white.)

(FRANK staggers and pulls himself up trying to get out of the garage.  The most 
he can do is to crouch down low behind the back of the car.  He shakes his head 
to clear it.)

(He hears the garage door open and someone walk out.)

(FRITZ CHANNING and BRANDI COMBS walk into the garage.  They see the car cover 
folded up and know that FRANK'S been there.)

(FRANK stays down low hoping that he remains out of sight, but FRITZ walks up 
quietly behind him.)

(BRANDI shuts the garage door closed while FRITZ hits FRANK on the back of his 
head.)

(FRANK is knocked out cold.)

FADE TO BLACK.

(COMMERCIAL SET)



FADE IN.

[INT. BEACH HOUSE - BEDROOM -- DAY]  

(FRANK is on the floor just regaining consciousness.  He rolls over.  A white 
cloth was placed behind his head.  Not tied up, FRANK gets to his knees.)  

(He reaches for his gun and finds that it's not there.  He feels around.  FRANK 
is still blind.)

(From the other room, he hears muffled voices.  FRANK feels around and tries to 
get to his feet.)

FRITZ CHANNING:  (o.s.)  (upset)  No one's going to believe that.  He had the 
old guy's picture.

(FRANK feels around and makes his way out of the bedroom.  He walks into the 
hallway.  The voices become louder and clearer.)

BRANDI COMBS:  (o.s.)  Doesn't matter.  In this world, there are somebodies and 
there are nobodies.  This guy's a nobody.

BRANDI COMBS:  (o.s.)  Where do you think you're going?

FRITZ CHANNING:  (o.s.)  I can't deal with this now.  (cc)  I'm going for a 
drive.  (audio)  I'm out of here. 

(cc)  BRANDI COMBS:  Take it easy.

(There's a slight pause.  FRANK makes his way out and we see that he's out on 
the second floor balcony.  Directly below and around the corner, FRITZ and 
BRANDI argue in the kitchen.)

FRITZ CHANNING:  He knew!

BRANDI COMBS:  No, he didn't.

FRITZ CHANNING:  I'm telling you, he did.

BRANDI COMBS:  Well, you didn't have to hit him.

FRITZ CHANNING:  Well, what was I supposed to do?  He was checking the car.

BRANDI COMBS:  It doesn't matter.

FRITZ CHANNING:  Oh, it looked like it mattered to him.

BRANDI COMBS:  So?

(BRANDI reaches for the knife.)

BRANDI COMBS:  Do what you have to do.

(FRANK makes his way silently as possible down the stairs.)

FRITZ CHANNING:  Brandi, this is insane.  I can't keep doing this.

(FRITZ and BRANDI leave the kitchen and head toward FRANK.)

(FRANK reaches the bottom of the stairs and tucks himself behind the column just 
as FRITZ and BRANDI turn the corner to the stairs.)

(After a moment, FRANK hears it.  The tapping sound.  He reaches out a hand and 
makes his way toward it.  FRANK walks all the way down the hallway.)

(Cut to:  FRITZ and BRANDI reach the bedroom and find it empty.  Only the 
bloodied piece of cloth on the floor remains.)

(FRITZ turns and checks the next room leading out to the balcony.  Nothing.  He 
turns back to the bedroom.)

FRITZ CHANNING:  He was hurt.  He looked half dead.  He can't be far.

(They both leave the bedroom.)

(Cut to:  Down on the first floor, FRANK reaches the front door.  He bumps into 
the wall.)

(Cut to:  FRITZ and BRANDI walk out onto the second floor balcony and look out 
into the living room.  They don't see anything.  They head down the stairs.)

(FRANK turns around, his back to the wall, he doesn't know where to go.)

(With a creak, the front door slowly opens.  FRANK hears the tapping sound and 
reaches for it.  He pushes the door to the garage open.  He walks in and closes 
the door behind him.)

(FRANK feels around in front of him.)

(Cut to:  FRITZ and BRANDI walk down the stairs to the ground level.)

(In the garage, FRANK feels the car.  With his other hand, he knocks over the 
garage remote.  It falls to the ground with a clinking sound.)

(Cut to:  FRITZ and BRANDI both hear the sound.  They look at each other.)

(In the garage, FRANK feels around and finds the car door.)

[INSIDE CAR POV]

(Camera close up of the locked door.  The lock pops up and the car door opens.  
FRANK feels that the car door is opened.)

(FRITZ and BRANDI both walk down the hallway toward the garage.)

(Inside the garage, FRANK hears them coming.  He gets into the car and closes 
the door.  He lies down on the back seat hoping that it's enough.)

(As he's there, FRANK finds a heart-shaped medal.  On it, we see:  FOR MILITARY 
MERIT / NESTOR CRUZ.)

NESTOR CRUZ:  My ... my heart ...

(And finally, FRANK realizes what NESTOR wanted him to see.)

(FRANK regains his sight and hears the garage door opening.)

(BRANDI and FRITZ walk into the garage.  BRANDI closes the door behind them.)

(They both know that FRANK is in the car.  FRANK positions himself to attack.  
FRITZ and BRANDI pull back the car cover.  FRITZ pulls back the knife and FRANK 
kicks him in the face.  FRITZ falls back against the wall.  FRANK jumps out of 
the car and hits FRITZ in the face.  He slams FRITZ into the side of the car.)

(BRANDI walks over and picks up the knife.  FRANK turns to look at BRANDI.  For 
a moment, she holds onto the knife.  Then, she slowly lowers it.)

(FRANK shakes his head.)

(The garage door opens.  BRANDI drops the knife.  A police officer handcuffs her 
as MARCUS walks into the garage.  He leans down and picks FRITZ up, tossing him 
over to the OFFICER behind him.)

FRANK:  I found this in the back of Fritz's car.  It's Nestor Cruz's purple 
heart.

(He hands the medal to MARCUS.)

FRITZ CHANNING:  I don't know what he's talking about.  He planted that!

FRANK:  I'm talking about murder.  You dust that back seat I'm sure you're going 
to find plenty of Nestor Cruz's fingerprints.

FRITZ CHANNING:  It-it was her idea.

BRANDI COMBS:  Shut up!

FRANK:  Let's not forget about Hillary Tyson, either, Fritz.

FRITZ CHANNING: Hillary and I were just going to have some fun in the park.  
Brandi wanted to join us.

BRANDI COMBS:  Fritz, just shut up!

FRITZ CHANNING:  Brandi thought it was going to be a real trip, you know.

BRANDI COMBS:  I said, shut up!  

FRITZ CHANNING:  And it was her idea to try the whole pass-out thing.  But you 
just went too far, and Hillary ... Hillary died.  I didn't even care about the 
old man until you freaked out and said I had to do something.

BRANDI COMBS:  You bastard!

FRITZ CHANNING:  I'm ...

MARCUS:  Get him out of here.

(The officers haul FRITZ and BRANDI away.)

FRANK:  (explains)  Nestor must have struggled with them right before they hit 
the guardrail.  My guess is it got ripped off his jacket when they pulled him 
out.  Right before they pushed him over the edge.

CUT TO:



[EXT. UNDER PASS ON 4TH -- DAY]

(Camera opens on the make-shift shrine under the overpass.  DANTE and FRANK walk 
slowly toward it.)

DANTE:  My heart.  My heart.  (He puts a hand over his heart.)  It truly is the 
center of all emotion.

FRANK:  It was for Nestor Cruz.

(FRANK hands DANTE a picture of NESTOR CRUZ in military uniform.  DANTE looks at 
it.)

DANTE:  Wow.

(DANTE looks up and sees the HOMELESS MAN, the one he met in the alley, standing 
there.)

DANTE:  There he is.  He's the one who told me where to find Nestor.

(DANTE and FRANK walk toward him.)

(When they reach him, DANTE pins the purple heart to his jacket.  The MAN looks 
at FRANK, then looks down at the medal on his jacket.  He fingers it lightly.)

(FRANK turns and for the first time, sees NESTOR CRUZ standing behind the 
HOMELESS MAN, smiling and nodding his approval.)

(A bell rings.  FRANK turns his head to see the BIRDMAN riding his bike toward 
them.  As he passes the make-shift shrine, the wind blows out the candles.  
FRANK turns his head expecting to see the BIRDMAN ride away, but he sees 
nothing.)

(When FRANK looks down at the make-shift shrine, all the candles are 
extinguished.)

FADE OUT.

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BEGINNING/TITLE CREDITS 
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HAUNTED
1X05:  BLIND WITNESS
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON UPN:  10/22/2002
TRANSCRIBED FROM WILDFEED

Starring
MATTHEW FOX as Frank Taylor
RUSSELL HORNSBY as Marcus Bradshaw

Created by:  ANDREW COSBY & RICK RAMAGE

Also Starring
LYNN COLLINS as Jessica Manning
MICHAEL IRBY as Dante

Guest Starring
BIANCA LAWSON

ALEXANDER MARTIN as Lance Channing

Music by MARK SNOW

Co-Producer:  MOIRA KIRLAND DEKKER
Co-Producer:  ERIN MAHER
Co-Producer:  KAY REINDL

Producer:  ROB WRIGHT
Produced by:  TIM IACOFANO

Supervising Producer:  ANDREW COSBY
Co-Executive Producer:  RICK RAMAGE

Written by:  ROB WRIGHT
Directed by:  PETER MARKLE

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END CREDITS 
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Executive Producer:  SCOTT SHEPHERD

Executive Producers:  EMILE LEVISETTI
Executive Producers:  KEITH ADDIS

IE (tm) Industry Entertainment
CBS Productions
Viacom Productions, A Paramount Company

Coordinating Producers:  BRIAN L. CHAMBERS / ROBERT P. COHEN

Co-Starring
RAY CAMPBELL as The Birdman
ALEC LEDO as Jimmy LaMarr
DERRICK ALEXANDER as Bus Driver
JILL REMEZ as Doctor
MICHAEL WYLE as Homeless Man

Featuring
AVIS WRENTMORE as Reporter
BEN BRAY as (Juan) Uribe

Director of Photography:  GORDON C. LONSDALE
Production Designer:  GREG MELTON
Edited by:  DANY COOPER

Unit Production Manager:  ROBERT P. COHEN
First Assistant Director:  TENA YATROUSSIS
Second Assistant Director:  DAN SUHART

Casting by VICTORIA BURROWS and SCOT BOLAND
Production Executive:  DAVE WATSON

Set Decorator:  NATALI POPE
Costume designer:  MARTY McLEOD
Camera Operators:  GREG RHINEER / DAVID RICHERT
Chief Lighting Technician:  JACK TODD
Key Grip:  JASON HODGES

Make-Up Artist:  DONNA CICATELLI
Hair Stylist:  MICHAEL WHITE
Property Master:  CHUCK McSORLEY
Script Supervisor:  HILARY MOMBERGER
Special Effects Coordinator:  ROBERT WILLARD
Production Coordinator:  MATT MUSGRAVE
Casting Assistant:  JOSH EINSOHN

Production Sound Mixer:  MAURY HARRIS, C.A.S.
Supervising Sound Editor:  MICHAEL O. LYLE
Music Editor:  JEFF CHARBONNEAU
Post Production Supervisor:  COLIN A.B.V. LEWIS
Assistant Editor:  TOM DeMAURI
Re-Recording Mixers:  LARRY BENJAMIN, C.A.S. / ROSS DAVIS, C.A.S.

Script Coordinator:  MEGHAN DOWD
Assistant to Mr. Shepherd:  STACIA RAYMOND
Assistant to Mr. Addis:  S. FISH
Assistant to Mr. Levisetti:  MICHELLE CLARK
Assistants to Producers:  TARYN P. KELLY / JENNIFER THOMPSON / KENNETH MOK / 
CHRIS KELISHES

Post Production Video Services Provided by THE POST GROUP
Post Production Sound by ECHO SOUND SERVICES, INC.
Film Processing Provided by C.F.A.

Main Title by THE PICTURE MILL
Filmed with PANAVISION (R) Cameras & Lenses

Executive in Charge of production:  BRUCE KERNER

The persons and events in his film are fictitious.  Any similarity to actual 
persons to events in unintentional.  

(c) 2002 VIACOM Productions Inc.  All Rights Reserved.

First Publication USA.  

Viacom Productions Inc. is the author of this program for purposes of Article 
15(2) of the Berne Convention and all national laws giving effects therein.

This motion picture is protected under the laws of the United States and other 
countries.  Unauthorized duplication or exhibition may results in civil 
liability and criminal prosecution.

Dated:08/31/2003~lky
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