HAUNTED
1X09:  LAST CALL
[UNAIRED IN U.S.]
ORIGINAL AIR DATE IN U.K.:  09/04/2003
TRANSCRIBED FROM SKYONE MIX

Teleplay by:  ANDREW COSBY & MOIRA KIRLAND DEKKER
Story by:  ANDREW COSBY
Directed by:  BRADFORD MAY

Transcript by Intrepid
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SUMMARY:  On his birthday, Frank meets a lovely young woman who died at the 
Blackhawk and is waiting to seek revenge on the man who murdered her.  
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HAUNTED
1X09:  LAST CALL  [UNAIRED IN U.S.]
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FADE IN.

[EXT. BLACKHAWK'S BAR - NIGHT]



[INT. HALLWAY TO FRANK'S -- NIGHT]  

(FRANK walks up the stairs to his home.  He turns the hallway and stops as he 
looks at the door.  Something alerts him.  The light's on in his apartment and a 
dark figure walks across the door window.)  

(This is not good.  FRANK takes out his gun and his keys.  He approaches the 
door cautiously only to find that it's slightly ajar.)  

(He pushes the door open with the palm of his hand and looks inside.  He sees 
another dark figure walk across his office window.)  

(FRANK takes extra precaution and slips into his apartment, both hands around 
the handle of his gun.  He makes his way down the hallway, taking a couple of 
steps, and pausing a beat.  He looks around the wall, then heads for his 
office.)

(Again, he looks around, then steps up to the door.)

(He reaches out and pushes the door open, his hand going up to his gun.)

CROWD:  SURPRISE!!

(The lights turn on and FRANK finds himself facing an office full of people, a 
candle-lit birthday cake, streamers and balloons everywhere.)

(He smiles embarrassed and puts the gun away.  He gets to his feet.)

FRANK:  I'm sorry about that.

(JESSICA steps forward, laughing.)  

JESSICA:  Happy Birthday.  (She kisses him on the cheek.)  Are you surprised?

FRANK:  No one got shot?  Yeah.

(He turns to the crowd.)  

FRANK:  Thanks everybody.

(MARCUS steps up to him offering his hand.)

MARCUS:  Happy Birthday, man.

FRANK:  Thank you.  Thank you.



(Cut to:  The party continues.  JESSICA looks around and sees FRANK alone, 
leaning against the door frame, drinking a beer.  She walks over to him.)  

JESSICA:  Are you okay?  

FRANK:  I'm fine.  (She smiles.)  I am ... this ... this is great, Jess.

JESSICA:  It's a little much.  (He laughs.)  But I just didn't want you to be 
alone on your birthday.

FRANK:  And I appreciate that.  I really do, but ...

JESSICA:  You'd rather be alone.

(He looks down.)  

FRANK:  I promised myself, the next birthday I celebrate, I'd celebrate with 
Kevin.

(He smiles sadly at her.  They share a sad moment together.)  

(He uses his head and motions toward the door.)  

FRANK:  I'm gonna ...

(JESSICA nods.)

JESSICA:  Okay.

(He steps down the hallway toward the door, turns around and looks back at 
JESSICA.  He smiles a bit knowing that she'll understand.)  

(She smiles a sad smile back at him.)  

(FRANK leaves.)

CUT TO:



[INT. BLACKHAWK'S BAR -- NIGHT]  

(FRANK closes the door and heads down the stairs.  He heads for the bar.)  

FRANK:  Hey.  

RAY:  I thought you were having a party tonight.  

FRANK:  I am.

(RAY puts a mug of beer on the counter for FRANK.  He takes it and heads for the 
booth.)  

RAY:  You got it.



(Cut to:  FRANK is playing billiards by himself.  He hits the ball, walks around 
to another shot.  He hits the ball again, then moves around the table, but 
nearly bumps into a pretty, dark-haired woman standing near the table.)  

FRANK:  I didn't see you there.  

(She looks at him.  He smiles back at her.  She doesn't move.  He motions to the 
table and his next shot.)  

FRANK:  Do you mind?

(She looks at him, a little slow to understand what he's asking, but then she 
does and she smiles.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Sorry.

(She steps back.  FRANK leans in for his next shot.  He continues the game and 
walks around the table in the opposite direction, again, nearly bumping into 
JULIA CAULFIELD.)  

(He smiles and steps aside for her.)  

FRANK:  Do you play?

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Me?  No.

(FRANK makes another shot and the white ball goes into the corner pocket.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Good one.

(She smiles and laughs.  FRANK laughs.)  

FRANK:  Thanks.  I guess I'm a little off my game, tonight.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Am I distracting you?

FRANK:  (nods)  Maybe.  I'm not complaining.

(She stares at him unsure whether he's serious or not.  Then, she smiles.  FRANK 
introduces himself.)

FRANK:  Frank Taylor.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Julia Caufield.

FRANK:  Can I buy you a drink?

(She glances at the clock and sees that it's midnight.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  You know it's late.  I should probably go.

FRANK:  Maybe I'll see you again sometime.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  (smiles)  Maybe.

(She turns and leaves.  FRANK watches her walk toward the exit and disappear 
from his sight.    He's startled to find that she's a ghost.)  

FADE OUT TO:
END OF TEASER
ROLL TITLE CREDITS

INTRODUCTION:
FRANK TYLOR:  (v.o.)  Two years ago, my son was taken from me.  Since then I've 
lost everything-- my job, my marriage, even my life.  But I came back, and the 
dead came with me.
SIMON DEAN:  Gotcha!

(COMMERCIAL SET)



FADE IN.

[EXT. SIDEWALK -- DAY]  

(FRANK and RAY exit the coffee shop, each carrying a cup of coffee.  When we 
join them, they're in mid-conversation.)  

RAY:  Trouble?  Well, I guess that depends on what your definition of "trouble" 
is.

FRANK:  Well, you've owned the Blackhawk for almost ten years, right?  You 
must've seen your share.

RAY:  Well.  Guy in the day shift got shot in the ass.  We think it was his 
wife.

FRANK:  Well, actually, I was thinking about something a little more serious.  
Like, somebody died there.  One of your customers.

RAY:  No. Nothing like that.

FRANK:  You sure?  No murders.  Suicides?

RAY:  Of course, I'm sure, man.  It's my bar.  What's this about anyway?  You're 
not investigating me, are you, Frank?

FRANK:  (chuckles)  No, Ray.  I'd know better.  Well, thanks for your time.

RAY:  Least I can do for one of my regulars.

(FRANK turns and walks away.)  

CUT TO:



[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - MARCUS' OFFICE -- DAY]  

(The office door opens and FRANK walks in.)  

MARCUS:  Hey, what's going on?

(FRANK closes the door behind him and walks up to MARCUS' desk.  MARCUS sits 
down.)

FRANK:  (seriously)  I need that file.

MARCUS:  What file?

FRANK:  Whatever active case file you've got here that shouldn't leave this 
office.

(MARCUS stares at him wondering if he's serious.  FRANK holds the face until he 
breaks into a smile.)  

FRANK:  It's a joke.  (FRANK sits down.)  (lightly)  Want some lunch?  I'm 
buying.

MARCUS:  Uh. I've got reports to finish.

FRANK:  I'll wait.

(FRANK picks up a paper off the top of one of MARCUS' stacks.  He opens it and 
leans back leisurely in his chair to read.  MARCUS stares at him.)  

MARCUS:  (suspicious)  All right.  So what's going on.

FRANK:  Nothing.

MARCUS:  Come on, man.  Let's be serious.  You don't just drop by.

FRANK:  I stop by all the time.

MARCUS:  Yeah, when you need something.

FRANK:  (scoffs and folds the paper)  Well, I wasn't going to bring that up, but 
now that you insist, (MARCUS laughs.)  I need some information on the Blackhawk.  
Accidents, assaults, murders.

MARCUS:  Right.  Uh.  Any old murder?  Or do you have someone in mind?

FRANK:  Try Julia Caulfield.  And if nothing turns up, then yeah.  Everything 
you've got.

(MARCUS writes down some notes.)

MARCUS:  All right.  Give me some time.  I'll run a check, see what I can find.

FRANK:  Thanks.  And maybe you can all Jess, too, and see what she can dig up in 
the city records.

(MARCUS looks at FRANK.)

MARCUS:  Don't you want to call her yourself?

FRANK:  Not about this.  Thanks, buddy.

(FRANK gets to his feet and heads for the door.)

MARCUS:  Yeah, hey - What about lunch?

FRANK:  Uh, I can't.  I ate already.

(FRANK chuckles.)

MARCUS:  Hey, what's this about?

(FRANK opens the door and looks back at MARCUS.)

FRANK:  It's about a case.

(FRANK walks out leaving MARCUS wondering.)

FADE OUT.

(COMMERCIAL SET)



FADE IN.

[INT. BLACKHAWK -- DAY]  

(FRANK sits alone at the booth with a newspaper.  He puts the newspaper down and 
looks around.  He grabs his beer mug and takes a drink.  And looks around again 
... waiting ... hoping to see her.)  

ANNA:  Getting hungry there, Frank?

FRANK:  Yeah, thanks.  

(ANNA puts a place setting in front of FRANK.)

FRANK:  And um, I might be expecting someone, so if you wouldn't mind ...

(She sets another place setting opposite him on the table.)

ANNA:  Sure.  You just let me know when you're ready. okay?

FRANK:  All right.

(FRANK looks down and around.  Hoping ... wanting to see her.)

(The clock reads:  9:20.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  (o.s.)  Hello, Frank.

(FRANK turns around and sees JULIA sitting in front of him.  She smiles at him.  
He smiles at her.)  

FRANK:  I wasn't sure you'd show.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  That makes the two of us.  

(FRANK moves the newspapers aside.  She looks at the place setting on the table 
in front of her.)  

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Is this for me?

(She holds her hand above the place setting - pleased that he's been so 
thoughtful.  FRANK smiles.)  

JULIA CAULFIELD:  You didn't have to do that.

(She looks down at the place setting, a smile on her face.)  

FRANK:  I wanted to.

(They share a look.)

CUT TO:



[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - MARCUS' OFFICE - NIGHT]

(JESSICA walks down the hallway toward MARCUS' office.  She enters his office 
and finds him going through his filing cabinet.)  

JESSICA:  Hey, Marcus.  Here's the rundown on the Blackhawk.  

(She holds out the file for him.)

JESSICA:  No real trouble to speak of.  Only one felony assault in the last two 
years.

MARCUS:  Thanks.  Anything on the girl, uh, Julia Caulfield?

JESSICA:  Yeah.  Julia Caulfield was murdered last year.  It's still unsolved.  
Do you have some information.

MARCUS:  I'm not sure, but leave the file with me, I'll let you know.

JESSICA:  This is for Frank, isn't it?

MARCUS:  (chuckles)  What can I say?  Can't say 'no' to the guy.

JESSICA:  You and me, both.

(She puts the file on the table space in front of her.)  

JESSICA:  So, how's he doing?  He was acting funny at the party.

(MARCUS picks up the file folder.)

MARCUS:  Frank's just not the party kind of guy.  You know.

JESSICA:  No, it's more than that.

(MARCUS turns and heads back toward his filing cabinet.)  

JESSICA:  You'd tell me, right?  If he was in trouble?

(MARCUS glances back at JESSICA.)

MARCUS:  He's not in trouble.

(He moves back to his desk.  JESSICA follows him.)

JESSICA:  (persistent)  Come on, Marcus.  You can tell me.

MARCUS:  What?

JESSICA:  Is he seeing somebody?

MARCUS:  (shrugs)  Well, I think maybe he is.

JESSICA:  (shocked and a little stunned)  He is?

MARCUS:  Yeah, but that's cool with you right?  I mean, you just said ... 

JESSICA:  Well, I said you can tell me, but you didn't have to ... b-blurt it 
out like that.

MARCUS:  What, Jess!  You--

(JESSICA heads for the door.)

JESSICA:  Oh, you don't know anything about women.  This is why you never have 
any dates!

(She turns on her heels and storms out the office.)  

MARCUS:  (disgruntled)  I have dates.

CUT TO:



[EXT. BLACKHAWK - NIGHT]



[INT. BLACKHAWK -- NIGHT]  

(FRANK sits in the booth talking with JULIA.)  

FRANK:  So, there he is.  He's holding up this collapsed building, the weight of 
all these lives on his shoulders and he's not strong enough.  I mean, he's got 
that ... super-soldier strength and everything, but this is just too much.  He 
knows if he stays, he's going to die, but he does anyway.  Because that's what 
heroes do.

(FRANK laughs a little embarrassed.  JULIA'S smile is radiant.  She laughs.  He 
looks at her and smiles.)

FRANK:  What?

JULIA CAULFIELD:  It's just.  You're really into that comic book.

FRANK:  Captain America was everything I wanted to be when I grew up.  I just 
had to have that comic.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  So, what happened.

FRANK:  I stuffed it in my shorts and got busted before I hit the exit.  Cop 
took me down to the station and called my dad.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Oh, no.

FRANK:  Oh, it gets worse.  This was his precinct.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Was he mad?

FRANK:  Disappointed.  He couldn't even look at me.  Couldn't even bring himself 
to talk to me for days even to give me a punishment.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  So, what'd you do.

FRANK:  I spent the whole summer working at the store trying to make up for what 
I'd done.  (He laughs sadly at the memory.)  Punished myself, I guess.  Weird, 
huh?

JULIA CAULFIELD:  You're a good kid and you wanted your father to be proud of 
you.

FRANK:  You know, Julia.  What's it like?  I mean, where you are.

(She sobers.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  I can't honestly tell you.  I'm here.  Now.  That's all I 
know.

FRANK:  But you haven't moved on.  Is that because you can't or because you 
don't want to?

JULIA CAULFIELD:  (interrupts)  Would it be okay if we didn't talk about this, 
Frank?

(There's a commotion behind them near the billiards table.  A man is hassling a 
woman.)

WOMAN:  Stop it.
MAN:  Come on.  Come on.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  (working herself up into a state)  Make him stop, Frank.

(FRANK turns around to look at JULIA who is getting upset by seeing the woman 
being hassled.)

FRANK:  Julia.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Before something bad happens.

FRANK:  All right.  I'll take care of it.

(FRANK stands up and heads over to the woman at the billiard table.)  

FRANK:  Is everything okay, here?

WOMAN:  No.

FRANK:  Why don't you two guys just call it a night.

MAN 1:  Why don't you mind your own damn business, huh?

FRANK:  Look.  The girl's not a party favor and she obviously doesn't want to go 
home with you.

MAN 2:  That's where you and I disagree.

(Both men walk around the billiard table toward FRANK.)

FRANK:  Two against one.  Aw, c'mon, that's not fair.  

(FRANK picks up the pool stick from the table and tosses it to MAN 2.  He 
catches it.)

FRANK:  Here.

(FRANK pushes back his jacket back behind his hip and exposes his gun.  They see 
it and shake their heads.)

MAN 1:  Forget this, man.  Let's get out of here.

(They toss their sticks on the table and leave.  JULIA smiles, both pleased and 
proud.  FRANK takes his seat at their table.)  

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Where did that come from?

FRANK:  Uh, I used to be a cop.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  You're not a cop anymore?

FRANK:  No.

(The WOMAN from the pool table walks up to FRANK.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Why not?

(The WOMAN from the pool table touches FRANK on his shoulder.  He turns to look 
at her.)

WOMAN:  Thanks.

FRANK:  Sure.

(She motions to the seat opposite FRANK.)

WOMAN:  This seat taken?

(FRANK smiles.)

FRANK:  Don't you think you've had enough excitement for one night?

WOMAN:  That depends.

(She moves to sit down; FRANK stops her.)

FRANK:  Actually, I'm, uh, (He looks at JULIA.)  ... with someone.

(She looks at the empty seat and shrugs.  She takes a step back.)

WOMAN:  Maybe another time.

(She turns and leaves.)  

JULIA CAULFIELD:  You could've talked to her, I wouldn't mind.

FRANK:  I'd rather talk to you.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  She's real.  I'm not.

FRANK:  I thought we weren't going to talk about this stuff tonight.

(JULIA smiles.  She notices the time:  a minute to midnight.)  

JULIA CAULFIELD:  We're running out of time.

FRANK:  Why?  Julia.

(She stands up.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  I'm sorry, Frank.  I really have to go.

(JULIA turns and heads out the exit.)  

FRANK:  Wait.

(FRANK gets up to chase after JULIA and runs into ANNA, knocking over her tray 
of drinks.)  

ANNA:  Oh, god.  Oh, my god.  I'm sorry.

FRANK:  That's okay, Anna.  It's just fine.

(FRANK walks past ANNA and follows JULIA out the exit.  He stops near the 
bathroom and opens the door.)  



[RESTROOM -- CONTINUOUS]  

(FRANK steps into the bathroom.  He takes a breath and looks down.  He steps in 
front of the mirror and looks at himself.  He sighs.)  

FRANK:  (to himself)  What are you doing?

(He brushes at the stain on his jacket.  The lights flicker off and on.  He 
turns around and looks at the bathroom stall doors.  He looks around and sees 
nothing.  He turns back to the mirror and in the reflection, sees JULIA 
CAULFIELD standing behind him.  She smiles at him.)  

(He turns around and finds a different JULIA CAULFIELD, battered, beaten, 
bleeding and very much dead - her arms clawing toward him, hurling herself at 
him.)  

(FRANK jerks back at the flashing bright lights and puts his arms up to protect 
himself.)

(She rushes toward him, floating on air.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  LIAR!!!

(The mirror behind FRANK smashes into large shards of glass.)

(FRANK gasps and takes deep breaths, his eyes wide.)

CUT TO:



[EXT. STREETSIDE -- DAY]  

(FRANK talks with DANTE as they walk down the street.)  

DANTE:  You're saying that she just went weird on you?

FRANK:  Like she was a totally different person.  I mean, ghosts.  

DANTE:  Well, clearly, she's got unfinished business and ...

FRANK:  ... and I need to help her come to terms with it so she can move on.

DANTE:  So, what's the problem.

FRANK:  There isn't one.  Except that I'm not in a big hurry to see her go.

DANTE:  You've got feelings for this girl.

FRANK:  Hey.  Let's not get ahead of ourselves here.  All right.

DANTE:  I can understand that, but let's not forget that you have an obligation 
here.

FRANK:  What "obligation"?  It's not like anyone checked to see if I was okay to 
take all of this on.

DANTE:  Kinda true, that.

FRANK:  What are you saying?  That I have a responsibility to every lost soul?

DANTE:  No, no.  Just the ones that you can save, man.  Look, Frank.  You keep 
acting like this ... "gift" ... is something you can put on and take off like a 
suit.  But it's time to come real.  This is your life.  Helping these people is 
what you do.

FRANK:  See if I come to you for advice again.

DANTE:  Ha.  I don't give advice, bro.   Just the truth, man.

FRANK:  I like this girl.

DANTE:  So, what are you going to do?

CUT TO:



[INT. FRANK'S PLACE - DAY]  

(FRANK works at the computer.  He runs a search on JULIA CAULFIELD.  The 
computer beeps and there are NO RESULTS.)  

(The phone rings.  FRANK answers.)  

FRANK:  Frank Taylor.

INTERCUT WITH:

[INT. MARCUS' OFFICE]

MARCUS:  It's Marcus.  I got the information about the Caulfield murder.

FRANK:  She was murdered?

MARCUS:  Yeah.  Thought you knew that.

FRANK:  What happened to her?

MARCUS:  Stabbed to death.  Never caught the guy.  (pause)  Frank.  Frank?

FRANK:  Did it happen at the Blackhawk?

MARCUS:  No, happened on the street.  Listen, you want me to bring the file by?

FRANK:  Yeah.  Yeah, thanks.  I'll be at the bar.

MARCUS:  Talk to you later.

FRANK:  All right.

(FRANK hangs up and leans back in his chair, thoughtful.)  

CUT TO:



[EXT. BLACKHAWK - NIGHT]



[INT. FRANK'S PLACE -- NIGHT]  

(FRANK finishes up in the kitchen.  He unscrews his cologne and puts some on.  
GUS whimpers as if scolding FRANK.)  

(FRANK turns around and looks at his dog.)  

FRANK:  Hey, don't look at me like that.  She's just another case.  That's all.

(He turns back and looks at himself in the mirror.  He sighs.)  

FRANK:  This is what I do now.  I'll help her move on ... then I will, too.

FADE OUT.

(COMMERCIAL SET)



FADE IN.

[INT. BLACKHAWKS -- NIGHT]  

(FRANK walks down the stairs and into the bar.  He heads for RAY.)  

RAY:  Hey.  

FRANK:  What's going on?  I've never seen the joint so packed.

RAY:  Some software convention.  They hold it at Benikko's same time, every 
year.  Five thousand computer geeks descending on L.A. for a weekend of video 
game fun and software hygiene.

FRANK:  Exactly your kind of clientele, huh.

RAY:  No, but it does make up for all the deadbeats who come in and sit to talk 
to me.

(FRANK laughs.  He looks around for JULIA and finds her standing off to the 
side.  She smiles at him.)  



(Cut to:  FRANK and JULIA sit at their booth.)  

JULIA CAULFIELD:  After my father died, I dropped out of college.  My mom was 
sick, so I had to work.

FRANK:  It must've been tough.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  It wasn't too bad.  I learned a lot working at the newspaper.  
Probably more than in Journalism class.

(She laughs.)  

FRANK:  Well, you seemed to find the good in everything.  Never let life get you 
down and I respect that.  Julia, I know what happened to you.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  What do you mean?

FRANK:  The way you died.  You were murdered.  And I think that's why you're 
still here.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Please, Frank.  This evening has been so ... amazing.  I 
really don't have much time.

FRANK:  The crime is still unsolved.  That means your killer is still out there.  
Now, you know who he is.

(She looks at the wall clock.  It's two minutes to midnight.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  I have to go.

(She moves to get up; FRANK stops her.)

FRANK:  Julia, wait.  If I know more about what happened, I might be able to 
help you.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  You can't help me.  Nobody can.

(She stands up and heads for the exit.  FRANK tries again.)

FRANK:  I saw you last night.  

(JULIA stops.)

FRANK:  The other you.  I saw what happened.



(Cut to:  MARCUS walks down the stairs into the bar.  He greets RAY at the bar.)  

MARCUS:  Hey, man.

(He looks and sees FRANK talking with himself.  He swallows.)  



(Cut back to:  FRANK continues to talk with JULIA'S back.)

FRANK:  You're angry.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  I hate him, Frank.  I never hated anyone and ... 

(She turns around to look at him, trying to explain herself.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  ... sometimes ... it's so strong, I feel it's all I've got.

FRANK:  Talk to me, please.  Don't keep this a secret.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  I'm not the only one with secrets Frank.  And I'm not the only 
one haunting this bar.

(JULIA takes a step back.  He turns and heads toward the exit.  FRANK surges to 
his feet to follow her.)

MARCUS:  Hey, man.  

(FRANK turns around.)

MARCUS:  Huh?  You okay?

FRANK:  Yeah.  Fine.  No problem.

MARCUS:  Here's that file you asked for.

(MARCUS hands FRANK the file.  He looks through it.)  

FRANK:  She was stabbed to death in an alley about two blocks away.  They found 
her body in a dumpster.

(FRANK closes the file.)  

MARCUS:  This is the girl you're talking about, right?

FRANK:  Yeah.

MARCUS:  Did you know here?

FRANK:  No.  Just another case.

MARCUS:  Look, look.  I've got a beer coming.  What do you say I kick your butt 
in some stick?

(FRANK laughs.)  

FRANK:  You know what?  I'm feeling a little beat.  I'm going to head upstairs 
in a minute.

MARCUS:  You sure?  Some other time?

FRANK:  Yeah.

(He nods.  MARCUS gets up and leaves.)  

(Back at the bar, ANNA passes by and talks with RAY.)

ANNA:  Hey, the bathrooms are a little whacky again.

RAY:  All right.  Give me a minute, I'll take a look.

(FRANK overhears.  He gets up and heads for the bathroom.  He pauses in front of 
the door, opens it and slips inside.)  

(Before he even gets a foot in, the blinding light blasts him backward out the 
door and flat against the hallway wall.)  

(Cut to:  [INT. BATHROOM]  JULIA struggles as something forces her into the 
bathroom stall.  FRANK is outside in the hall and he sees the force push her 
into the stall, and out of the stall, hitting her across the face.)

(She screams as the force slams her up against the mirror, breaking it.)

(FRANK watches as JULIA is pushed back against the bathroom stall door.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  (crying)  I won't tell.  I promise!

(The force hits her and she flies across the bathroom.  FRANK breaks free and 
tries to get inside the bathroom, but the bathroom door slams shut, keeping him 
out.)

(FRANK turns and sees the exit door open.  He rushes into the bathroom, the door 
opening easily.  He stands in the middle of the bathroom and looks around.  He 
sees nothing.)  

(He opens the stall and sees nothing.  He runs a hand through his hair, panting 
at the exertion.)

CUT TO:



[EXT. - DAY]  

(MARCUS talks with JESSICA.)  

JESSICA:  What are you saying?  Frank was talking to himself?

MARCUS:  That's what it looked like.

JESSICA:  Well, there must be some reasonable explanation.  Frank's not crazy.

MARCUS:  I've never said he was.  Remember the Caulfield girl?  The unsolved 
murder?  

JESSICA:  Sure.

MARCUS:  Frank's on the case.

JESSICA:  That's what he does for a living.  Maybe he was hired to -

MARCUS:  Hired by whom, Jess?  You've seen the file.  She didn't have a single 
living relative.  Uh, no close friends, girl was a loner.

JESSICA:  What's your point?

MARCUS:  Don't you think it's a little bit odd this case suddenly come back to 
life through Frank.

JESSICA:  You know what happens when we go down this road and don't like the 
answer, right?

MARCUS:  My money's on Frank.  There is no other answer.

JESSICA:  Hmm.

(JESSICA pauses, then turns and walks away.)  

CUT TO:



[EXT. BLACKHAWK - NIGHT]



[INT. FRANK'S PLACE -- NIGHT]  

(FRANK sits at his desk working at his laptop.  The desk light lamp flickers.  
The front office door creaks open.  FRANK looks up and sees JULIA CAULFIELD 
standing in the doorway.)  

(She smiles at him.  FRANK gets to his feet, pleased to see her.) 

FRANK:  I was worried about you.  Are you okay?

(They walk toward each other.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  I'm fine.  You've been coming to my haunt, I thought I'd 
return the favor.

FRANK:  How'd you find me?

JULIA CAULFIELD:  You live right above the bar, it wasn't exactly Calculus.

(She puts her hands on him.)  

FRANK:  What's going on?

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Shhh - Please, Frank.  No more questions.  Please, just hold 
me.

(They hold each other.  They pull apart and look at each other, then they kiss.)  

(FRANK falls back on the couch, JULIA'S on top of him as she unbuttons his 
shirt.)  

(They kiss again and again.  Things are getting very heated.)  

FRANK:  (murmuring)  Julia.  Julia.  Julia.

(She pulls back and FRANK opens his eyes to find himself face-to-face with the 
OTHER JULIA - skin decomposing, bloody, beaten and battered.)  

FLASH TO:

(FRANK is startled and wakes up to find himself sitting at his desk.)

CUT TO:



[EXT. BLACKHAWK -- NIGHT]  



[INT. BLACKHAWK - NIGHT]

(The clock reads:  9:20 p.m.  JULIA CAULFIELD sits at their table and waits.)  

[JULIA'S POV]

(Start JULIA REMEMBERING:  She looks across the hazy bar and sees a dark figure 
of a man standing at the bar.  There's a white glow around him that 
distinguishes him from every other figure that can't be seen because it's too 
hazy.)

RAY:  (voice)  Hey, thought you were having a party tonight?

FRANK:  (chuckles)  I am.

(FRANK picks up his drink from the bar, turns and heads toward the pool tables - 
a bright light shining around his figure as he passes by.)  

(End of JULIA Remembering.  Resume to present.)

[RESUME POV:  ON JULIA]

(JULIA closes her eyes and smiles poignantly as she remembers.)

(Start JULIA REMEMBERING:  FRANK plays pool.  He walks around the pool table and 
nearly bumps into her.)  

FRANK:  Hey, didn't see you there.  Do you mind?

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Sorry.

(She steps back.  He smiles at her.)  

(End of JULIA Remembering.  Back to present.  The camera shows JULIA sitting at 
the table with her eyes closed.  It swings around to show FRANK sitting opposite 
her.)

FRANK:  Why?  I'm the one who's late?

JULIA CAULFIELD:  (smiles)  I was afraid you weren't coming.

FRANK:  I had a lot to think about.  I know this is hard, but we need to talk 
about what happened.  There are a lot of reasons, but mostly because it's time 
for you to leave here.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  What's the matter, Frank?  You don't like having me around?

FRANK:  I love having you around.  You're the best thing that's happened to me 
in a long time, Julia, but this isn't about me.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Then shouldn't it be my decision?

FRANK:  There's a murderer still out there.  And I can't just turn my back on 
that and neither can you.  Now, I've spent the past few days trying to figure 
out your connection to the Blackhawk, and why you're still haunting this place 
and why you can't ... or won't leave.  It's because the police report is wrong, 
isn't it?  You weren't murdered outside on the street.  It happened here, in the 
bathroom and then he carried your body outside.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Please.  Please, don't do this.

FRANK:  You said you weren't the only one with secrets.  And you were right.  My 
son was kidnapped.  He's four years old ... just a baby.  It happened when I was 
home in bed.  There was a noise down the hall and I should've gotten up to see 
if something was wrong, but ... but didn't.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Frank.  I am so sorry.

FRANK:  But do you understand why I can't just sit here when I know that 
something's wrong and do nothing?

(He opens the file folder and shows her the crime scene photos.  Pictures of her 
in the alleyway.)  

FRANK:  Please tell me you understand that.

(JULIA looks down at the photos.)  

(FRANK pushes forward.)  

FRANK:  You came here alone.  You were looking for someone to talk to.  

(Quick flashback to:  The bar and people around the bar.)

FRANK:  (v.o.)  There was a big conference in town and the place was packed.  He 
seemed like a nice guy.  

(JULIA sits at the bar and has a drink while talking with a man at the bar.)

FRANK:  (v.o.)  Get a drink together.  Maybe some conversation.  

(The man says something to JULIA.  She shakes her head and moves away from him.)

FRANK:  (v.o.)  And then, maybe he hit on you.  Came on a little too strong.  

(She grabs her bag and heads for the restroom.)

FRANK:  (v.o.)  And you rejected him. 

[INT. BATHROOM]  

(JULIA steps out of the bathroom stall.  The man is there.  He puts his hand 
over her mouth.  She tries to scream, but he's stronger than she is.)

FRANK:  (v.o.)  He found you in the bathroom.  

(End of flashback.  Resume to FRANK.)

FRANK:  Now, there would've been a lot of people here, so ... I don't know how 
... 

JULIA CAULFIELD:  I wanted to scream, but he had his hand over my mouth.  He had 
a knife.  He hurt me, Frank.  And when it was over, he said, if I promised not 
to tell anyone, he'd let me go.  And I just kept thinking, "All I have to do is 
get out of here alive and that's it.  I don't have to care about anything or 
anyone else."  So, I promised I wouldn't tell.  And I meant it because I didn't 
want to die.  That's when he bent down and whispered in my ear.

(She swallows.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Liar.

(FRANK looks down.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Is that what you wanted to know, Frank?

FRANK:  Julia.  Maybe we are both haunting this bar.  It is time for you to move 
on.  Find peace.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Only I don't want peace.  That's not what I've been waiting 
for.

FRANK:  Julia, what are you waiting for?

(The lights in the bar flicker on and off.  In the background, a MAN walks down 
the stairs into the bar.  FRANK turns to look at the flickering lights.  JULIA 
turns to look at the MAN.)  

JULIA CAULFIELD:  (coldly)  Him.

(Standing in the middle of the bar is the MAN who murdered her.  He casually 
looks around the bar, going about his business.)  

(FRANK watches him.)

FADE OUT.

(COMMERCIAL SET)



FADE IN.

[INT. BLACKHAWK'S -- NIGHT]  

(The man who murdered JULIA CAULFIELD sits at the bar.  He looks around and 
takes a sip of his drink.)  

FRANK:  It's okay.  He can't hurt you.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Not anymore.  But I can hurt him.  I know I can.  I can feel 
it.

FRANK:  Julia, listen to me.  Don't let him turn you into something that you're 
not.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  What am I, Frank?  What's left?

FRANK:  Julia, please.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  You want to stop him?  I can do it.

(FRANK gets out of his seat and stands between JULIA and the MAN at the bar, 
blocking her view of him.)

FRANK:  Don't look at him.  Look at me.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  I can't.

FRANK:  Yes, you can.  Just look at me.  (She raises her eyes and looks at 
FRANK.)  Do you trust me?

(She takes a moment to answer him.)  

JULIA CAULFIELD:  I trust you.

FRANK:  Then, let me take care of this.

(JULIA looks down and finally nods.)  

[BAR]

(A blonde-haired woman sits next to the MAN, GORDON HUNTER, at the bar.  She 
looks at the bartender.)  

CHELSEA DANVERS:  I'll have ... what he's having.

BARTENDER:  Scotch and soda?

(GORDON HUNTER nods.)  

GORDON HUNTER:  Yeah.

(The woman looks at him and makes small talk.  She notices his tag.)

CHELSEA DANVERS:  Here for the convention?

(He lifts up the tag attached to his jacket.

GORDON HUNTER:  Ah, yeah.  I, uh, just got in today.  Name's Gordon.  Gordon 
Hunter.

CHELSEA DANVERS:  Chelsea Danvers.  Nice to meet you, Gordon.

(He looks at the bartender who puts the drink in front of CHELSEA.  They pick up 
their drinks and toast each other.)

(FRANK sits at his table, sipping his beer and keeping an eye on GORDON HUNTER.)  

(As the night wears on, GORDON and CHELSEA have moved to a private booth where 
they continue talking and drinking.  FRANK continues to nurse his beer at the 
bar while keeping an eye on them.)  

(Casually, GORDON puts his glass down and whispers something in CHELSEA'S ear.  
The smile falls from her face and she glares at him.  He smiles at her, but 
she's offended by whatever he said.  She stands up and leaves him sitting at the 
booth.  She heads for the restrooms and walks inside.)

(GORDON waits all of a few seconds before following her to the bathrooms.  He 
passes by the bar and we notice that FRANK'S beer is still on the counter, but 
FRANK is nowhere to be seen.)  

(GORDON heads for the bathrooms.  He looks around, then tries the door.  It's 
locked.  He uses his EXPO tag and jimmies the door open.)



[INT. BLACKHAWK'S - BATHROOM - NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS]

(GORDON walks into the bathroom and bolts the door.  He reaches into his jacket 
pocket and takes out a knife.  His intent is clear.)  

(He checks under the bathroom stall and notes the pair of feminine feet in front 
of the toilet in the first stall.  He also checks the other stall and notes that 
there is no one inside.  Thinking he's in the clear, he makes his move.)  

GORDON HUNTER:  Chelsea?

(CHELSEA remains silent in the stall.)  

GORDON HUNTER:  I've got something I want to give you before you leave.

(He reaches out and opens the bathroom stall and finds CHELSEA inside.  She sees 
him and gasps.  She shrinks back into the stall to hide.)  

(The second stall door bursts open hitting GORDON in the face, pushing him back 
against the sinks.  FRANK walks out of the second stall.)

(GORDON raises the knife to stab FRANK, but FRANK grabs his arms and pushes him 
back up against the sinks.  The two men fight.)

(FRANK reaches for his gun, but GORDON tries to stop him.  Each man has his hand 
on their own weapon while the other tries to stop them from using it.)

(Suddenly, the electrical lights in the bathroom flicker on and off.  Then a 
force pries the two men apart sending each in the opposite direction:  GORDON 
flies into the bathroom against the wall, while FRANK is pushed out the door 
into the hallway.)

FRANK:  No!

(The bathroom door closes in front of him keeping FRANK out.  FRANK tries the 
door and finds it shut tight.)

FRANK:  Julia!  

(Inside the bathroom, GORDON HUTNER gets to his feet.  

FRANK:  (through the door)  Julia!

(He's slammed back against the bathroom stall door.  The bathroom lights flicker 
on and off.)

(GORDON is pushed against each of the bathroom stall doors, he's being flipped 
over back to front just as JULIA was when she died.)

(FRANK continues to pound on the bathroom door.)

FRANK:  Julia!  Don't do it!  

(The force in the bathroom hits GORDON on the face.)

FRANK:  (through the door)  Julia!

(GORDON makes a break for the door.  He reaches it and tries to get it open.)

(Standing in front of the door is the decomposing JULIA CAULFIELD, her flesh 
rotting on her bones.)

JULIA CAULFIELD:  "Promise me you won't tell and I'll let you go."

(GORDON backs away from the door and looks around.)

(In the mirror is JULIA'S reflection.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  (shouts)  LIAR!

(The mirror shatters sending shards at GORDON HUNTER.  FRANK breaks through the 
bathroom door and finds GORDON HUNTER on the floor bleeding from a cut in his 
forehead.  Seeing that he's okay, FRANK talks to JULIA.)  

FRANK:  Julia!

(He turns completely around the bathroom looking for JULIA.)

FRANK:  Julia!

(He turns around and finds JULIA standing there in the center of the bathroom.  
She's not looking at him, her eyes on GORDON HUNTER behind him.)  

FRANK:  Julia, if you do this, he wins.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  What if this was the man who took your son, Frank?

FRANK:  I hope I do the right thing.  Make Kevin proud.

(She raises her eyes, taking them off of GORDON HUNTER and looks at FRANK.)

CUT TO:



[INT. BLACKHAWK - NIGHT -- LATER]  

(MARCUS watches as OFFICERS lead GORDON HUNTER away.  He turns around and heads 
for FRANK.)  

MARCUS:  They're going to compare the knife to the stab wounds on Julia 
Caulfield and Jessica's getting a warrant to take his DNA.

FRANK:  It'll match.

MARCUS:  Caught a bad guy, Frank

FRANK:  Yeah.  Yeah, did the right thing.

MARCUS:  Did good.

(MARCUS walks away.  FRANK turns and looks at the empty booth where he spent 
many nights talking with JULIA.  He looks up and sees her standing off to the 
side, a smile on her face.

(FRANK looks around, then walks over to her.)  

JULIA CAULFIELD:  Is it over?

FRANK:  (nods)  Are you okay?

JULIA CAULFIELD:  I'm fine.  Thanks to you.

FRANK:  Why did you come back?

JULIA CAULFIELD:  To say good-bye.  And to tell you something.  You are the man 
you've always to be, Frank.  The building's crumbling all around you, but you 
stayed anyway because that's who you are.

FRANK:  What if I'm not strong enough.

JULIA CAULFIELD:  You are.  Trust me.

(FRANK lifts his hand up and places his palm against JULIA'S face as if to touch 
her.  She closes her eyes and imagines him touching her.)  

FRANK:  I wish I could touch you.

(She looks at him and takes a step toward him to whisper in his ear ... 

JULIA CAULFIELD:  You did.

(FRANK smiles.)  

(JULIA smiles and walks away from FRANK toward the center of the bar.  She takes 
several steps into the bar, then turns and looks back at FRANK.  He watches her 
as she smiles at him ... and vanishes.)

(FRANK smiles wistfully.)

CUT TO:



[INT. FRANK'S PLACE]  

(FRANK takes out an old box from under his desk.  He removes his jacket and 
takes out some comic books.  He walks over to the couch, settles down, pets GUS 
and smiles reminiscently at the CAPTAIN AMERICA comic books.  He settles in and 
reads.)  

FADE OUT.

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BEGINNING/TITLE CREDITS 
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HAUNTED
1X09:  LAST CALL
[UNAIRED IN U.S.]
ORIGINAL AIR DATE IN U.K.:  09/04/2003
TRANSCRIBED FROM SKYONE MIX

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

Guest Starring
RUTH LIVIER

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

Teleplay by:  ANDREW COSBY & MOIRA KIRLAND DEKKER
Story by:  ANDREW COSBY
Directed by:  BRADFORD MAY

========================
END CREDITS 
========================

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
DARIN COOPER as Bartender
BREE MICHAEL WARNER as Barkeep Anna
RICHARD WHARTON as Ray
TRIPP PICKELL as (Gordon) Hunter
JENNIFER AUSTIN as Chelsea (Danvers)

Featuring
LONNIE COLON as Moe
JOE ORDAZ as Manny

Director of Photography:  GORDON C. LONSDALE
Production Designer:  GREG MELTON
Edited by:  SONDRA WATANABE

Unit Production Manager:  ROBERT P. COHEN
First Assistant Director:  JOE CANDRELLA
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 RUSSELL / BENGT JONSSON
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:  GERALD VALDEZ
Re-Recording Mixers:  RICK ALEXANDER / RICHARD ROGERS

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 / CHRIS KELISHES / 
CARLETON DANIELS / KRIS GRIMMINGER / KENNETH MOK 

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

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.  

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