FADE IN:

INT. CONCERT HALL - NIGHT

On stage, a large orchestra plays to a packed house. We move throughout 
the hall looking first at the audience, and on to the orchestra.

INTERCUT:

Various members of the orchestra playing. Everyone is the complete look 
of concentration: dressed black tie, and utterly engaged in their music.

The last cut leaves us on HARRY ARCHER, pushing middle age, in the 
middle of the pack of the first violin section.

Harry's eyes very slowly look up from his music, and we turn and follow 
his glance to the man in the first chair position. At the climax of the 
music, the man's head explodes in a cloud of vapor and gore.

Horrified SCREAMS replace the music. 

SLOW MOTION: VIOLINISTS

screaming covered in blood

AUDIENCE MEMBERS

straining to figure out what happened

MEMBERS OF THE BASS SECTION

looking on in shock

ANOTHER VIOLINIST

holding a broken fiddle and part of the former first violinist

THE HORNS

trampling each other in a rush to get offstage

AUDIENCE AGAIN

half of them screaming, half trying to get out

HARRY AGAIN

staring dead ahead, calm eyes.

							INTERSPERSED WITH HARRY'S 
EYES:

INT. HARRY'S CAR - NIGHT (ANOTHER TIME)

We turn to see Harry sitting in his car, watching a man walk into a very 
nice Bel-Air house. Harry's eyes follow him.

BACK TO CONCERT HALL

We turn to see a flute player on her knees, crying. Laying on the floor 
in front of her: her broken flute. Harry's eyes see her.

INT. CONCERT HALL BASEMENT - NIGHT (ANOTHER TIME)

We turn to see Harry under the stage, wading in cobwebs and wires, 
looking sweaty and grimy. He is tinkering with something. Harry's eyes 
watch the work.

BACK TO CONCERT HALL

We turn to see a violinist passed out on the floor, splashed with blood.
Harry's eyes see him.

INT. HARRY'S APT. - DAY (ANOTHER TIME)

We pull back to see Harry calmly playing his violin

							FADE OUT:

				HARRY (V.O.) 
	Nervous? Yes, I still get quite nervous. Crazy? 
	I don't think so. I am quite sane, actually. I feel 
	exceptionally acute. I can hear anything. I can hear the 
	screams from hell. But I'm not mad. I'm just a violinist.

							FADE TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD STREET - NIGHT

We look around the dark street outside of a poorly marked coffee house. 
No parking spaces are available. The image moves and we become P.O.V. 
someone WALKING into the coffee house.

INT. COFFEE HOUSE - NIGHT (POV)

The place is filled with Hollywood execs picking up on high school 
girls. A game of pool is going on in the back. A TV blares over the 
counter, where a BARTENDER stands, looking bored.

We make our way through the place, looking at individuals in the crowd. 
Only the truly stoned ones do not look back with a "who the fuck are 
you" look. 

Harry sits at a table in the back, taking in the hullabaloo, large 
coffee based beverage in front of him. He looks up at us. He is the 
picture of Joe Cool. After a moment he smiles.

BACK OF COFFEE HOUSE - LATER

An older GUY escorts a spry highschool CHICK by us, towards the 
restroom. 

Harry is seated at a table in the rear of the establisment. An innocent
violinist persona seems to have covered up his cool side. He looks a 
little wary.

Next to him is ERICA DELAWARE, in her early thirties, a police officer. 
She is very friendly, and a quite a jokester, although she sometimes 
doesn't know when to shut up.

ANGLE ON POOL TABLE

The POOL PLAYER approaches, glancing sidelong at Harry. He is in his 
late forties, and tattered looking, with a beer gut beginning to catch 
up with him. He is in all black, with a vest.

He grabs a cue, and gets into the game. 

ANGLE ON HARRY AND ERICA

Harry looks aprehensively towards the pool table. The new pool game 
begins with a CRACK.

				ERICA
	You manage to keep up pretty well.

				HARRY
	Well... you know... I wasn't really that close to any of them.

				ERICA
	Don't you worry about yourself?

				HARRY
	Nah. I'm too busy practicing.

				ERICA
	Besides. You have my expert supervision. Nothing can happen to 
	you while I'm around.

They laugh, and look around at the strange crowd.

				ERICA
	These places always amuse me. The people are so phony. They try 
	so hard to look like people who don't have to try hard to make 
	it seem that they try hard.

				HARRY
	(laughs)
	That's why I've always enjoyed coffee houses. 25 years of `em 
	and I am still entertained.

				ERICA
	You need to move on, Harry.

				HARRY
	I don't think I could hack the change.

Harry takes a sip off his big black beverage. He notices that Erica's 
glass is empty.

				HARRY
	You want a refill?

				ERICA
	Why not?

				HARRY
	You drinking coffee?

				ERICA
	No, caffeine makes me crazy.

They stand and walk to the counter, where the server looks annoyed at 
their interruption of his TV watching.

				ERICA
	Thai iced tea, please.

				HARRY
	It was Will's death that really got to me.

				ERICA
	William Ryan?

				HARRY
	Yeah. He was the only one I really liked.

Two lovely LITTLE GIRLS approach the counter. The server and Harry both 
get a little distracted. 

				HARRY (CONT.)
	Jesus, to be blown apart on the toilet for god's sake.

The girls give Harry a lookover.

				ERICA
	That reminds me. Could you excuse me for a minute? I've gotta pee.

Erica walks away to locate the restroom. As she leaves, we can almost 
watch as Harry's innocent violinist persona falls. In this mode, he can 
do anything. Harry's second persona thinks James Bond is a wussie.

				HARRY
	Hi.

				LITTLE GIRLS
	Hi.

They giggle, but he's too cool for them. Snooty throws Harry a jealous 
look, as he pounds the drink on the counter.

				SERVER
	Three fifty.

The news is on the TV. We see:

ON TV: EXT. POLICE STATION - DAY

In a rumpled suit, detective EZEKIEL RIDDLE is giving a press 
conference.

				DET. RIDDLE
	... we're going to get this guy. We have gathered a lot of 
	evidence from the three previous crime scenes. That is all 
	being examined at this moment, and we hope that the results 
	will lead us straight to our killer.

				PRESS MEMBER
	Detective Riddle! Do you think you'll get him before the next 
	killing?

				DET. RIDDLE
	We have every confidence that the criminal will be apprehended...

ANGLE ON HARRY

Harry looks away from the TV pulls out some bills and leaves them on the
counter. Then, with a smile to the girls, he leaves the counter for the 
pool table. He approaches the pool player in black from before.

The man is a mercenary, who spent the most of the last two decades lost 
in Central America. He came back after a mishap that left him with a 
nasty scar on his forehead, and a little off in psychopathland.

				POOL PLAYER
	You keep company at all business meetings?

				HARRY
	Only since violinists started exploding, and the cops decided 
	to protect us.

Harry looks up at the guy and grins, but the guy is oblivious.

				POOL PLAYER
	It's the cover man. Gotta blow that cover, or it'll get too 
	hot for you.

				HARRY
	Oh, yeah?

				POOL PLAYER
	Yeah, man. I started in El Salvador as a reporter, right? Bad 
	move. I had more shit on my back from that cover than from my 
	real job!

				HARRY
	That's what you tell me every time.

				POOL PLAYER
	Ah... and all those fucking Chicano chicks.

He laughs at his own joke.

				POOL PLAYER (CONT.)
	How I missed these California babes.

				HARRY
	I'm sure they missed you too.

				POOL PLAYER
	You are a freak, man. But I like you. What do you need?

Harry pulls a small piece of paper out of his pocket.

				HARRY
	Get me five blocks of C-4, at this address. Things are getting 
	hairy.

He hands the slip of paper to the player.

				HARRY (CONT.)
	Can't have things coming straight to me anymore, since 
	someone might send me a bomb in the mail.

They both laugh a little at that. Harry glances quickly towards the 
restrooms doors.

				POOL PLAYER
	Sounds good, man. Just remember to keep your fingers on.

The pool player turns back to the game. Harry walks back to the table he 
was at before, slowly hiding his cool side with his innocent violinist 
persona.

				HARRY
	(to himself)
	I will ... I will ....

Erica returns from her expedition and sits. She takes a swig off the 
iced tea.

				ERICA
	Mmm, thank you.... Anyone try to blow you up while I was gone?

				HARRY
	Nope.

				ERICA
	That's good. I'd hate to think I wasn't doing my job. Besides, 
	I think you're kinda cute, and I don't think an explosion could 
	possibly make you cuter.

She flashes a beautiful smile at him, but notices that his face remains 
somber.

				ERICA
	I'm sorry. I guess it's not very funny to joke about being 
	violently murdered.

				HARRY
	I dunno. I've been working on it. How about this: (beat) "eight 
	more months and I could be first chair."

They both smile as we:

							FADE OUT:

				HARRY (V.O.)
	I'm never more kind to them than the week before I blow them up. 
	It's the least I can do -- a little sympathy from the devil. 
	It's the only sympathy they should get in that clique. Together, 
	they are evil.

							FADE TO:

INT. HARRY'S APT. - DAY

Harry sitting on a lone chair in the living room practicing. There is a
cassette recorder sitting in front of him. The sound of the VIOLIN fills 
the room.

Harry stops playing, then reaches down and presses the rewind button, 
and walks out of the room. At first we only hear the WHIR of the 
cassette rewinding. Then, the distinctive SPLASHING sound from a 
bathroom.

EXT. HARRY'S APT. - DAY

We see a police car parked across the street, with a rather bored 
looking OFFICER inside. The FLUSH of the toilet.

INT. WORKSHOP - DAY

Some FOOT STEPS, then a CLICK from the tape recorder, then, once again, 
a VIOLIN fills the apartment.

A nice variety of hand tools on the walls, and a beautiful steel and 
wood workbench. The living room can be seen through the door that Harry 
has just walked through.

Harry bends down in the corner of the room and opens a secret little 
door. He picks up some random piece of electronics and takes it to the 
workbench, where he starts tinkering with the wires.

							FADE TO:

INT. CONCERT HALL - DAY

The entire string section is practicing together: the same song as Harry 
was playing solo before. A couple of police officers sit in the audience 
seats.

MONICA, young and hip, with cropped hair and an attitude, sits in the 
first chair. Harry is back a little ways.

The piece finishes and the CONDUCTOR waves them off.

				CONDUCTOR
	Excellent, people! Excellent! I think we're finally getting 
	the feel of the	piece. Excellent! Well, lets call it an evening. 
	See you all tomorrow!

Random NOTES are played as musicians pack up their instruments and music 
and start fumbling around. 

EXT. CONCERT HALL - DAY

Musicians are coming out of the building in little packs. Most lug their
instrument cases and themselves to the parking lot. A couple of police 
officers are watching over them.

Walking just ahead of Harry are Monica and her friends: the violinists 
who were immediately surrounding her inside, including ROGER (who was 
walking into the house at the beginning) and SHEILA (a new girl). All of 
them are several years younger than Harry.

				MONICA
	So, Sheila, what do you think of our little group?

				SHEILA
	Quite fun! I think I shall enjoy it here.

				ROGER
	Where did you used to play?

				SHEILA
	I was a studio musician, mostly. The pay was good, but...

				FRIEND
	We understand!

They laugh.

				MONICA
	Well, I think you'll be welcome here!

Harry's scowl has developed completely. Monica notices Harry walking 
behind
them.

				MONICA
	Harry! Have you met Sheila?

				HARRY
	(sudden smile)
	How do you do?

				SHEILA
	Hi. How long have you been with this group?

				HARRY
	(smile ever increasing)
	Longer than I care to remember.

				MONICA
	Harry makes me feel like a rookie!

There are general chuckles, although Harry's sounds a little forced.

				ROGER
	Well, I need to get going.

Mumbled agreements as people begin to disperse.

				SHEILA
	(to Harry)
	So will I see you at the party tonight?

For a second, Harry's smile falters. Sheila suddenly realizes her 
mistake, and looks to Monica who smoothly saves the day.

				MONICA
	Didn't you get the invite? Oh! I'm terribly sorry! We're 
	having a little "welcome to the club" party at my house for 
	Sheila. We hope you can come by!

Harry's supercool persona has taken over, and he glosses over the 
embarrassment the others are feeling.

				HARRY
	Of course! I'll do my best to be there.

The others all start to make their escapes. Harry watches as Monica 
turns and walks to her car. The smile fades.

							FADE OUT:

				HARRY (V.O.)
	It's so difficult to contain my excitement! But it takes 
	patience to do it right. Care, stealth, a little luck. It 
	takes about a week to get everything set. Of course, it doesn't 
	take that long to blow.

							FADE IN:

INT. HARRY'S APT. - DUSK

Harry is donning more stylish clothes than we have seen him in at the 
coffee house. He finally grabs his jacket and heads towards the front 
door.

On his way out, he stops at the workshop, and carefully picks up a very 
small metal box. He then carefully places the box in his pocket.

He shrugs the jacket over his shoulder and walks out the door.

EXT. HARRY'S APT.

Harry is turning to lock his door when he spots

PARKING LOT

A black and white. Det. Riddle in a different shabby suit and another 
police officer are getting out.

INT. HARRY'S APT.

Harry slides in the door, and bolts it. He stands for a moment in panic, 
his back to the door, breathing hard.

EXT. APT BUILDING

The two policemen are chatting amiably about something, as they approach 
the stairs.

INT. HARRY'S APT.

Harry carefully pulls the metal box out of his pocket. He then boogies 
over to the

WORKSHOP

where he ducks into the far corner, and starts frantically pulling at 
the floor.

EXT. HARRY'S APT.

The two policemen are walking down the hall past closed apartment doors.

BLACK

Suddenly, a panel opens, and we are in the floor, looking out at the 
rest of the workshop. Harry is looming over the opening, trying to stuff 
some things into the compartment.

There is a KNOCKING at the door. Harry looks back for a moment, then 
continues his frantic stuffing.

				DET. RIDDLE
	Mr. Archer? This is Ezekiel Riddle with the LAPD. We've met 
	before, regarding the musician killings. We'd like to ask some 
	questions.

				HARRY
Just a moment...

Harry finally closes the lid of the compartment.

BY FRONT DOOR

Harry steps up to the front door. He reaches for the bolt, then pauses a
moment. He loosens his tie. Then he finally unbolts the door, and opens 
it.

				HARRY
	Please come in. I'm sorry I took so long, I was just getting 
	dressed. 

The detective looks him up and down.

				DET. RIDDLE
	We just want to ask a few questions to see if we can get this 
	guy. Won't take long.

				HARRY
	No problem. Come on in. It'll have to be short, though. I'm 
	off to a party with the other violinists.

Harry flashes them a big smile, and gestures for them to come in.

FADE TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD STREET - A LITTLE LATER

The door of Harry's car slams shut, and he walks towards the coffee 
house entrance. We follow him into:

INT. COFFEE HOUSE - DUSK

The place is a little less crowded, as the night is young. We see Erica 
near the door, dressed casually. She looks up at Harry.

				ERICA
	Wow, I feel underdressed. What's the occasion?

				HARRY
	I'm going to crash a party, and I thought I should let my 
	protector know. Wanna come?

He offers her his arm, and she stands to accept.

				ERICA
	Sounds like fun! You gonna need police force to get in?

They start walking through the place.

				HARRY
	(with mock gravity)
	Actually, it's a group of violinists. I am really worried about 
	my safety.

				ERICA
	I'll do my best to keep you all from being blown up.

				HARRY
	I think that Detective Riddle will be there, too. Actually, I 
	guess it's going to be a party for some violinists and their 
	police escorts. 

They smile, and walk through the door arm in arm.

				ERICA
	Do I get to go home and change first?

EXT. MONICA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Harry's car pulls up in front of the house. Cocktail party NOISES 
resonate from the house.

Harry and Erica, now dressed smashingly, climb out of the vehicle and 
walk up the lighted path towards the front door.

INT. ENTRY HALL - NIGHT

A cocktail party is already underway further inside the lavish house. 
The DOORBELL rings.

Monica, dressed expensively, excuses herself from an animated 
conversation and walks to the door. She opens it and greets the new 
couple with extraordinary friendliness.

				MONICA
	Harry! Hello, hello! Glad you could make it. Please, come in!

With a grandiose gesture, she waves them in.

				HARRY
	I couldn't turn down an invitation from you, Monica.

She smiles, a little thrown off. Erica gives Harry a funny look. The 
pause drags on a little long.

				HARRY
	Monica, I'd like to introduce Erica Delaware. Erica, this is
	Monica Westen, first chair violinist for the Los Angeles 
	Philharmonic.

				MONICA
	Charmed.

				ERICA
	It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Monica. I'm a big fan 
	of the philharmonic.

				MONICA
	That's lovely.

				ERICA
	The only good part of this whole... uh... situation... is that I 
	get to spend so much time with Harry, and actually meet the people 
	who make that beautiful music.

				MONICA
	I'm sure.

				HARRY
	(just a touch of sarcasm)
	Monica's practically the leader of the bunch.

				MONICA
	(oblivious to the sarcasm)
	Second in command, really.

				ERICA
	I just hope there're no more bombings...

				MONICA
	Well, this party is in honor of a member joining our community. 
	Let's not spoil her party with ghosts, OK?

				ERICA
	Of course, I'm sorry.

				HARRY
	So, where's the bar, Monica?

				MONICA
	Just down the hall there.

				HARRY
	(to Erica)
	Shall we?

				ERICA
	Sure. You better introduce me to some more of these cool 
	musicians.

				HARRY
	Violinists.

							FADE TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER

Fancily dressed violinists huddle on one side, and some very bored 
looking police officers, not dressed very well, are on the other.

Erica is laughing it up with some of the violinists. Harry is engaged in 
quiet conversation with the police.

				HARRY
	Excuse me a moment.

Harry walks towards the back of the room. He catches Erica's eye and 
waves. She smiles back, with a twinkle.

INT. HALLWAY

He leaves the room and bumps into Roger in the narrow hall.

				HARRY
	Oh. I'm sorry, Roger. Which way to the restroom?

				ROGER
	Straight on, first door on the right.

				HARRY
	Thanks.

They work their way around each other. The other violinist fades back 
into the party, while Harry continues down the hall.

He goes directly past the first door on the right. This part of the 
house is veiled in shadows, with only a little light poking in from the 
living room.

Several CACKLES break out from the party.

A little further on, Harry comes to a wide stairway. Only moonlight 
shines in from tall windows along the stairs. With a quick glance back 
down the hall, he starts to ascend.

INT. LIVING ROOM

Det. Riddle comes emerges from the shadows in the corner of the room. He
glances towards the hall, then at his watch.

INT. MONICA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

We hear the RUMBLE of a cocktail party, through closed doors. Harry is 
alone in a dim room. He looks around nervously, and listens for any 
noise.

Finally, he pulls the cover off of a computer, and reaches into his 
pocket. He pulls out the little metal box.

							FADE OUT:

				HARRY (V.O.)
	I can tell when it happens. I've told you of my hearing. It's 
	like I hear them. Not exactly pain. No, it's like a dull scream 
	from their soul, as they begin to understand. I know the sound 
	well. Some nights I hear it emerging from deep in my own heart. 
	I may laugh at their peril, yet somewhere in my deepest core 
	there's pity for a soul like mine.

							FADE IN:

INT. COFFEE HOUSE - THE NEXT NIGHT

Harry and Erica are surrounded by a heavy crowd: school must be out 
tomorrow.

				ERICA
That party last night was fun.

				HARRY
Yeah.

				ERICA
It was neat to meet all those people.

				HARRY
Yeah, those cops were sure having a ball.

				ERICA
You don't like the other violinists much, do you?

				HARRY
They don't like me much.

				ERICA
Well, you don't do much to help them there.

A sudden commotion near the counter draws their attention.

				RANDOM PERSON #1
Oh my god! Another one!

				RANDOM PERSON #2
Another what?

				RANDOM PERSON #1
Another musician's been attacked!

				ERICA
	Oh no!

She rushes over to the counter.

By the pool table, the pool player looks up from his game and watches 
Harry walk by. Harry looks at him for a moment, then follows Erica 
toward the TV, where we see:

EXT. MONICA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

A smooth REPORTER stands next to Det. Riddle, in yet another shabby 
suit. The house looms in the background, a bustle of activity. Police 
and fire vehicles fill the space between us and the house.

				DET. RIDDLE
	...the computer seems to have been the source of the explosion. 
	We are currently locating any remains, to be analyzed.

				REPORTER
	What is your next step?

				DET. RIDDLE
	We are continuing our request for information, and raising the 
	reward. Other than that, we have to just keep looking at the 
	clues. This guy's going to goof up sooner or later, and we'll 
	be all over him when it happens.

				REPORTER
	Thank you, Detective Riddle. Anyone who has information 
	regarding this case is asked to please contact police. The 
	governor has raised his reward offer to $75,000 for information 
	leading to the arrest and conviction of this vicious serial 
	killer. Once again, violinist Monica Westen is in critical
	condition, and is being rushed to UCLA medical center....

BACK IN THE COFFEE HOUSE

Erica and Harry, return to their table. They are still and sullen, 
looking away from each other.

With a CRACK, another pool game begins nearby. Harry starts at the 
sound, and Erica puts her arm around him. They turn towards each other.

We pull back through the coffee house, and the two get lost in the 
crowd.

							FADE TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD STREET - DAY

Erica's car is driving down the street with Harry and Erica inside.

INT. CAR - DAY

				HARRY
	Just drop me at the Pig.

				ERICA
	You're running late. You sure you don't want me to take you 
	all the way?

				HARRY
	Nah. It's fine. I'll need my car, anyway.

The car pulls up to the curb by the coffee house. Harry opens the door 
and steps out.

				HARRY
	I'll see you later, Erica.

Her car pulls away. Harry smiles and waves. As soon as she is out of 
sight, he glances at his watch then jogs into the coffee house.

INT. COFFEE HOUSE - DAY

Harry walks in, and the place is mostly empty. The pool player is in the
corner, and looks up from the table.

Harry makes his way over

				HARRY
	Hey there -

The pool player cuts him off with his finger over his mouth. He then 
gestures to the bathroom.

INT. BATHROOM

It's dark and quiet. The graffiti flickers under a bad florescent light.

The door opens, and the pool player walks through. Moments later, Harry
follows.

As soon as the door closes, the pool player grabs Harry and throws him 
against the wall.

				HARRY
	Aaaaah.

				POOL PLAYER
	What're you trying to do, man?

				HARRY
	What?

				POOL PLAYER
	Don't mess with me, man. I want my money

				HARRY
	That's why I'm here, buddy. Let's be rational. I'm in a hurry, 
	and I don't want to die.

The pool player relaxes his grip a little. Harry immediately looses his
innocent violinist, and throws the guy to the ground. With him pinned he
says:

				HARRY
	Don't you ever threaten me again. You sell explosives. I use 
	them. I win.

				POOL PLAYER
	I'm sorry, dude. Lighten up. I just want my dough.

Harry gets off him, and straightens out his clothes. He reaches into his 
jacket pocket, and pulls out an envelope, which he drops on the still 
prone pool player.

With a smirk, he walks out the door.

							FADE TO:

INT. CONCERT HALL - DAY

				CONDUCTOR
	Much better, everyone. Things are really falling together. See 
	you all tomorrow, and please be on time.

Musicians of all sorts start packing their things up. Random NOTES, and
CLATTER. It now comes clear that there are a lot of COPS around, keeping 
a careful eye on everyone. One walks up to Harry. Harry peeks up at him

				COP
	Noticed you were late today, Mr. Archer. Anything we can help 
	with?

				HARRY
	No. No, thank you. I just slept late.

Sheila has packed her stuff up and is moving towards Harry. Harry buries
himself in his packing, and the cop walks away.

				SHEILA
	We were worried about you, Harry.

				HARRY
	You shouldn't worry about me. I'm just a lowly violinist.

Some of the other violinists (the Friends from before) are wandering 
over.

				ROGER
	Late night with "la policia," Harry?

Some of them laugh.

				SHEILA
	How can you be so base at a time like this?

				FRIEND 1
	Ya know, Harry, we need you in the front row.

				FRIEND 2
	I've decided to move.

Harry briefly glances at him.

				HARRY
	Really?

				SHEILA
	He's been scared off by the killer.

				FRIEND 2
	I'm sorry, but I just don't want to die right now. Boston has 
	offered me a position.

				HARRY
	That's great.

				ROGER
	This means we need someone with your talent up front, Harry.

				FRIEND 1
	None of those "young'uns" back there can play as well as you.

				ROGER
	None of them have played as long as you.

Harry stops his packing and looks at Roger.

				ROGER
	(nonchalant)
	I mean... uh...

				SHEILA
	(cutting him off)
	The front row's weak. Almost all of the originals are gone! 
	I'm brand new, and I'm sitting in the front row! That's not 
	the way it should be.

Harry looks at her briefly with a new found respect.

				FRIEND 2
	They're gonna need you up there, Har.

				ROGER
	I need you, buddy.

There is a long pause, as they all look at him. Harry slowly smiles, 
relishing his taste of success.

				HARRY
	I think that would be OK.

The others breathe a collective sigh of relief.

				SHEILA
	That'll be wonderful.

				HARRY
	Think I can get a raise out of the old man for it?

				ROGER
	That'll be a bigger trick than any of us could pull of. Without 
	blowing him up, of course!

Wile Harry giggles a bit, the others look offended.

				SHEILA
	That's not funny, Roger.

They start wandering to the exit. While Harry bends to finish packing 
up, we overhear their receding conversation.

				ROGER
	You know. I bet it's someone in the group.

Harry stops in his tracks

				FRIEND 2
	What?!?

				ROGER
	One of the other musicians.

				SHEILA
	Another violinist?

				ROGER
	Maybe.

				FRIEND 1
	What is it -- some kind of jealously thing?

				ROGER
	Who knows. Maybe their just sicko or some...

The door SLAMS shut, blocking out their conversation.

INT. HARRY'S CAR - DAY

Harry is driving down Los Angeles streets. It doesn't take us too long 
to figure out that he is following someone.

EXT. DOWNTOWN

The sun is low behind the buildings. Harry's car is stopped at a red 
light behind another car in which we see:

INT. ROGER'S CAR

with Roger sitting calmly behind the wheel.
The car starts forward, and we pass through this car, into:

INT. HARRY'S CAR

where Harry is also looking straight forward. He glances in the rearview
mirror, and then slowly blinks his eyes forward again.

His car also starts forward, but again we stay put, and pass through his 
car into:

INT. POLICE CAR

Where a cop stares straight ahead, carefully watching the traffic 
patterns.

EXT. STREET - DAY

The three cars are cruising down the street. Harry's car makes a right 
turn at the next cross street. He pulls quickly into a gas station, and 
parks.

He gets out of his car and looks around nervously.

							FADE TO:

INT. COFFEE HOUSE - NIGHT

Harry and Erica are seated at their usual table. They are engaged in an
animated conversation, but we can't hear them over the din of some local 
band on the stereo.

Erica Looks down at her watch, then towards the front door.

Through the front door walks a shabby suit, filled with Det. Riddle. He 
looks lost for a moment, until he spots Erica in back. He picks his way 
through the crowd.

We see Erica obviously making introductions, then Harry and Riddle shake
hands.

They continue to converse for a while, Riddle aloof, Erica nervous, and 
Harry supercool.

							FADE OUT:

				HARRY (V.O.)
	They taunt me. They have an idea, but they won't admit it to 
	me. How could they not know! But I am still in control. I am 
	the leader.

							FADE IN:

EXT. HARRY'S APT. - DAY

Harry is walking towards his car, carrying a black satchel. As he 
approaches, he reaches into his pocket. At the moment he pulls out his 
keys, he drops the satchel. It opens, and a little metal cylinder rolls 
under the car.

Harry drops to his knees, and frantically grasps for the cylinder. He 
stops short, though, when he hears a faint BEEPING.

INT. HOSPITAL - DAY

Harry is in a hospital bed, his left hand swaddled in bandages. There is 
a rhythmic BEEPING of hospital instruments. His eyes are closed. 
Suddenly, his eyes pop open and he barks:

				HARRY
	Aaaah!

He collects himself again from a bad dream. But it takes a little while 
for him to realize that he is not where he should be.

He looks around the hospital room, growing quite confused.

After surveying his surroundings, he raises his hands. His left hand is
completely covered in white gauze. He passes out.

INT. DOC'S OFFICE - DAY

Inside the glass brick walls, the DOCTOR sits behind his desk. Erica is 
on the other side, looking like she's been up for the last two days.

				DOCTOR
	We weren't able to save the fingers.

Erica sinks in her seat.

				DOCTOR
	The damage was too great. He lost three fingers, and will 
	never have full functionality in the hand again. 

				ERICA
	Is it that bad?

				DOCTOR
	His right hand is still in perfect shape. He is right handed?

				ERICA
	Yes.

				DOCTOR
	There you go. Plus, prosthetics are getting very good these 
	days. And with a good course of therapy, he should have no 
	problem in everyday life.

				ERICA
	(slowly)
	And... the playing...?

The doctor simply looks her right in the eye.

Erica drops her head into her hands.

							FADE TO:

EXT. HARRY'S APT. - DAY

Violin music wafts from Harry's open window to:

INT. ERICA'S CAR

where Erica and Det. Riddle sit.

				ERICA
	His routine hasn't changed at all, except that he no longer plays.

				DET. RIDDLE
	Where is the music coming from?

				ERICA
	He plays tapes.

They sit there in the car for a moment, just listening, looking at the
window.

				ERICA
	You don't like him much, do you?

				DET. RIDDLE
	Is that an issue?

				ERICA
	It's just that no one really does.

There's a pause as Riddle digests this.

				DET. RIDDLE
	I just want to make sure I'm doing my job.

				ERICA
	Do you really think he did it?

Riddle sits for a contemplative moment.

				DET. RIDDLE
	I don't know. I just wish we had more information. This case 
	is so frustrating.

INT. HARRY'S APT.

Looking out the window, Harry stands, watching the two in the car. Then 
he takes a long glance at his damaged left hand.

He turns and walks towards the workshop. We follow him into:

INT. WORKSHOP

where Harry takes a seat at the workbench. He picks up a small remote 
control and puts it in a clamp. He then starts tinkering, slowly, since 
he only uses his right hand.

We focus on a larger electronic item with an antenna, and some lights. 
With an audible CLICK, Harry presses a button on the remote, and on 
comes a little red light.

							FADE TO:

EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - NIGHT

Erica's car is stopped at a red light.

INT. ERICA'S CAR

Erica and Harry are in the car, dressed to go on a vacation.

				ERICA
	You're sure this is OK?

				HARRY
	Yes. I am looking forward to it. I wish I could've lent you a 
	hand packing, but I don't have one to spare anymore.

They smile, and relax a little.

The light turns green, and they drive off.

							FADE TO:

INT. BEACH HOUSE - MORNING

Harry is in bed, looking at his bandaged hand.
Erica comes out of the bathroom, in a bathrobe.

				ERICA
	How you doing?

				HARRY
	OK, I guess.

				ERICA
	You know, now you have more blood for those... other places.

She gives him a big smile.

				ERICA
	Come with me, outside.

EXT. HOUSE - MORNING

The surf POUNDS in the background. The morning mist rises over the 
water.

				HARRY
	This is nice. I feel better.

				ERICA
	So do I.

She turns to him. He turns back. They get closer. They kiss deeply and
passionately.

Afterwards, they glow in each other's warmth. Erica glances out at the 
beach, and suddenly frowns.

				HARRY
	What is it?

				ERICA
	I think that's Wakeman.

				HARRY
	What?

				ERICA
	He's one of the other cops on guard duty. I can't believe he's 
	out here.

				HARRY
	Well, at least we know we'll be safe out here.

Harry takes her in his arms.

BLACKNESS

				ERICA (O.S.)
	I don't believe it.

INT. POLICE STATION - A LATER DAY

Erica is at her desk, head in her hands. Riddle is standing next to her.

				DET. RIDDLE
	I just want to solve this case. He was the last one to be 
	attacked. And he's the only one to live through it.

				ERICA
	(exasperated)
	And it ruined his life.

				DET. RIDDLE
	I just want to ask some questions. It's been two months, and no 
	more bombings. Isn't that the least suspicious?

				ERICA
	The killer screwed up and now he's hiding! Why pick on Harry?

				DET. RIDDLE
	I'm just going to talk-

				ERICA
	(cutting him off)
	You talked with him before the his incident, and you didn't have 
	any suspicions then?

				DET. RIDDLE
	He hadn't lived through an attack then.

				ERICA
	He lived through it! His life is destroyed. Leave him alone!

Riddle looks at his watch.

				DET. RIDDLE
	He may be able to shine a light somewhere we haven't thought of 
	yet. I'm just gonna ask him some questions.

							FADE TO:

INT. COFFEE HOUSE - THAT NIGHT

Harry and Erica are talking, planted in their usual location. The pool 
player is in the room, eyeing the two of them madly. Yet Erica seems 
oblivious. Harry, however, is not.

				ERICA
	How did it go with Riddle?

				HARRY 
	Ezekiel is a wacky guy.

				ERICA
	He's a good detective.

				HARRY
	I dunno. I think he thought I did it.

				ERICA
	You didn't, did you?

Harry laughs, then glances at the pool player.

				HARRY
	Excuse me a second.

He gets up and heads to the bathroom.

The pool player follows him, but Erica doesn't even notice. We follow 
the pool player into:

INT. BATHROOM

Harry is at the sink, looking into the mirror. The pool player looks 
from the back of his head to his hand to his reflection in the mirror.

				POOL PLAYER
	Your hand, man.

				HARRY
	Yeah. I know. Is that order on it's way?

				POOL PLAYER
	My man should be dropping it off tonight.

				HARRY
	Good.

Harry looks around slowly. A man moves from the urinal out the door. Pot 
smoke fills the air above the closed stall.

Harry pulls out a knife in his right hand, out of sight of the pool 
player.

				HARRY
	I'll miss my fingers. But not you.

He quickly turns and stabs the pool player in the throat.

He falls to the ground.

Harry puts the knife in the pool player's hand, then drops it on the 
floor.

He looks around for a moment, then throws himself against the mirror and
YELLS.

							FADE TO:

INT. HARRY'S APT. - A LATER DAY

Harry has a large satchel over his shoulder. He glances around the 
place, then starts for the door, when suddenly there is a KNOCK at the 
door.

Harry pauses for a moment, then continues to the door he opens it and 
sees Erica.

				ERICA
	It's 12:30. Where's your violin music?

She smiles, but Harry does not laugh. An awkward pause, then:

				ERICA
	Can I, uh,  come in?

				HARRY
	Actually, I was just on my way out. I'm going to go listen to 
	the orchestra practice

				ERICA
	Oh. Well, I wanted to drop by let you know that the guy who 
	attacked you had a record for selling explosives.

Harry feigns disinterest.

				ERICA
	Anyway, uh, well, I nothing's certain yet, but you may have 
	taken down the killer.

				HARRY
	Oh yeah?

				ERICA
	I just, uh, wanted to let you know. Because we're not certain, 
	you should still be careful.

Harry barges right by her.

				HARRY
	Thanks. I will. Well, I'll see you later.

He walks down the hall. She looks after him with sadness

				ERICA
	See you later.

INT. CONCERT HALL BASEMENT - DAY

Harry is wandering around the steam pipes and such. We can faintly hear 
the orchestra practicing above.

He opens his satchel, and pulls out a flashlight. Then he opens a small 
door marked "SUBSTAGE," and walks into the darkness.

							FADE TO:

NOT QUITE BLACKNESS

A lighter circle in the center. Suddenly a brightly colored pool ball 
rolls over the edge of this circle, and fills it, falling on us.

INT. COFFEE HOUSE - NIGHT

Harry is sitting at the back table, as Erica walks by the pool table. He 
walks over to her and sits

				HARRY
	Hey there. How's it going?

				ERICA
	OK. How was the practice?

				HARRY
	Pretty good. I miss being there.

				ERICA
	You seemed pretty upset earlier.

				HARRY
	I guess I was a little curt. I'm sorry.

				ERICA
	It's all right. I understand.

There is a pause, as they look at each other. Erica looks a little 
nervous.

				ERICA
	It's funny. Jack didn't see you there.

				HARRY
	What?

				ERICA
	Oh, when I saw you were upset, I asked my friend Jack to look 
	after you. He's one of the cops who is still watching over the 
	other members. Anyway, I talked to him after the practice, and 
	he said he didn't see you.

				HARRY
	I didn't stay too long. I was too upset. I guess he didn't 
	notice me. I tried not to make too much noise.

Erica looks a little relieved at this reasonable explanation. She slowly 
relaxes, and seems to talk herself away from her fears.

				HARRY
	Let's get out of here.

They stand head for the door.

							FADE TO:

EXT. SANTA MONICA - NIGHT

They are walking along the beach, under the moonlight, holding hands - 
her left his right. They share a long silent moment.

				ERICA
	How you doin'?

				HARRY
	OK. I'm sorry I was so...

				ERICA
	Hey, no problem.

				HARRY
	Are you still coming to my benefit on Friday?

				ERICA
	Of course. It'll be a blast.

He turns, and takes her in her arms.

They kiss.

							FADE TO:

INT. CONCERT HALL - ANOTHER NIGHT

The place is packed. Harry and Erica are seated in the front row, among 
several other celebrity types. The orchestra has set itself down on the 
stage, and the conductor has come out.

				CONDUCTOR
	Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to say a few words, in honor 
	of a former member of ours. Harrison Archer was a great player, 
	and a good friend.

Harry can't help but smirk at that.

				CONDUCTOR (CONT.)
	As you all probably know, he was the last attempted victim of 
	the vile killer that has been stalking our ranks. However, Harry 
	outsmarted him, and is still with us.

Everyone starts clapping for Harry. Erica looks at him, and smiles.

ANGLE ON SIDE DOOR

Standing by the door is Det. Riddle, carefully watching Harry.

ANGLE ON CONDUCTOR

				CONDUCTOR
	Before we begin I'd like to ask Harry to come up and say a 
	few words for us.

The crowd cheers and claps. Erica, seated next to Harry, urges him up. 
He finally gets up and heads towards the stage. The crowd slowly quiets 
down.

				HARRY
	Thank you. Thank you very much for your support. I'd like to 
	let you all know how much this means to me.

ANGLE ON BACK OF AUDITORIUM

Where several police officers are standing, keeping an eye on things. 
Harry's speech rambles on in the background.

By a door, we see Det. Riddle, looking shabby and mean.

				HARRY (CONT.)
	Since the incident, I have been thinking about what this sort 
	of thing means to someone. I have a lot to re-learn. Maybe I'll 
	be able to play with this, if I work at it.

He holds up his right hand, encased in an artificial hand.

ANGLE ON VIOLIN SECTION

Roger, and the other violinists are listening intently to Harry's 
rambling.

				HARRY (CONT.)
	To a violinist, losing a hand, is difficult. However, I am 
	looking forward to seeing where life will take me.

ANGLE ON ERICA

Seated, listening to the speech.

				HARRY (CONT.)
	Anyway, thank you all. This sort of thing is what makes people 
	so great. I hope you all enjoy the show. I know that I will.

ANGLE ON HARRY

				HARRY (CONT.)
	Thank you!

He waves at the audience, who immediately starts CLAPPING.

He walks down from the stage, and sits himself back next to Erica, who 
smiles and gives him a big hug.

Even Riddle is clapping.

When the audience stops clapping, the MUSIC starts. Harry turns to Erica 
and says

				HARRY
	Do you think I was convincing enough?

Erica turns and looks at him with a curious look. After a short period, 
he stands up

				HARRY
	Excuse me a moment.

He works his way out to the aisle, then back to the lobby.
Riddle watches him, then follows him out into

INT. CONCERT HALL LOBBY - NIGHT

Riddle peeks around the lobby, and sees Harry walking towards the 
restroom.

Upon seeing this, he takes up a position in the shadows of the lobby.

INT. RESTROOM

Harry is standing in front of the sinks, looking at himself in the 
mirror. He holds up his artificial hand to the mirror.

INT. LOBBY

The door to the bathroom opens, and Harry steps out.

POV RIDDLE

Harry moves from the bathroom right by the auditorium entrance doors, to 
the far side of the lobby. He opens a small door along the far wall 
marked "OFFICES," and walks through.

Riddle walks across the lobby towards the same door.

INT. AUDITORIUM

Erica glances at her watch, and looks around nervously. She spots the 
police at all the exits.

The MUSIC plays on, slowly building.

After another moment, she gets up, and walks up the aisle, into the 
lobby

INT. LOBBY

She looks around, at the empty lobby for a moment. Then there is a 
sudden CLUNK of a door shutting. She spins toward the sound and then 
walks towards the door marked "OFFICE."

POV ERICA

We walk to the door, and open it, to see a long hallway. At the far end, 
we just see Det. Riddle ducking into another door.

She starts to jog down the hall way.

Just before entering the second door, marked "BACK STAGE," Erica draws 
her gun. 

And walks through to see:

INT. STAGE WING

Harry is holding Det. Riddle such that if he struggles too hard, the 
detective will have his neck broken. Everyone pauses for a beat.

				ERICA
	Harry! What the hell is going on?

				HARRY
	Erica... I --

				DET. RIDDLE
	Officer Delaware! Arrest this man!

She points her gun at Harry's head. There is stillness for another beat.

				DET. RIDDLE
	He's the murderer, Delaware. Arrest him!

				ERICA
	What's he talking about, Harry?

				HARRY
	The man's crazy Erica.

				DET. RIDDLE
	Arrest him!

				HARRY
	He's obsessed! He attacked me, and I only just managed to 
	get the upper hand on him. Help me. Let's get him taken care of.

Erica is faltering, and now points the gun at Det. Riddle's head.

				DET. RIDDLE
	Ask him why he was back here, Delaware.

She points the gun at Harry again.

				ERICA
	What were you doing back here, Harry?

				HARRY
	I... was... I couldn't deal with being in that audience 
	anymore. I'm a player, Erica, not a listener. I had to get 
	away.

				DET. RIDDLE
	He's lying! He killed them all! He'll kill more if we don't 
	get the bastard! Delaware!

She points the gun at Riddle again.

				HARRY
	He's crazy, Erica.

				ERICA
	Did you do it, Harry?

				HARRY
	Erica! You know me! How can you ask that?

She points the gun at Harry again.

				ERICA
	Did you do it!?

				HARRY
	I--

Riddle cuts him off with a quick cool attack. They struggle for only a 
few moments. 

				ERICA
	NO!!!

Harry was clearly caught off guard,  and in a flash, he is lying on the 
ground GROANING. 

				DET. RIDDLE
	Come on, scumbag! You're going down!

Riddle is over him, gun drawn.

				ERICA
	Don't you touch him!

She points her gun right at Riddle's head.

Riddle glances briefly at her, but doesn't even register her existence. 
He kicks the prone Harry in the gut.

ON STAGE

The orchestra is reaching a frantic pace as the music swells. The 
precussion section is going wild with the music.

BACKSTAGE

Smoke rises from Erica's gun. Riddle stares blankly at her, blood slowly 
oozing from his shoulder. He slumps against a wall, not quite 
comprehending.

				DET. RIDDLE
	What the... hell...?

He passes out, and falls to the floor. Erica holsters her gun, and 
rushes over to Harry

				ERICA
	Harry! Are you all right?

				HARRY
	Erica... Erica...

She cuddles him in her arms.

				ERICA
	It's going to be all right. 

				HARRY
		(slowly)
	I did it.

				ERICA
	What?

				HARRY
	I killed the others.

She is stunned. He pulls out the remote control device from before.

				HARRY
	I am going to put myself, and all of them, out of my misery.

He gathers himself off the floor and stumbles to the edge of the stage.

				ERICA
	Oh my god...

She gets up and stumbles after him.

				ERICA
	Oh my god...

				HARRY
	I'm sorry...

Harry makes a dash out onto the stage. Before anyone in the concert hall 
has had time to react, Erica levels her gun at his head, and steps out 
from the wing.

The orchestra hasn't quite cut itself off yet, because the music reaches 
its climax. It's now or never. With that:

CUT TO BLACK.

THE END.