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  INT. PATRICIA'S RESIDENCE - entryway

  Patricia manages to drag one suitcase through the front door before, SANDY SULLIVAN, eight, rushes up.

  SANDY

  Mommy!

  Patricia scoops her up.

  PATRICIA

  I missed you sooo much!

  She plants several kisses on her daughter.

  BRIAN SULLIVAN, thirty-five, blonde hair, enters the foyer and kisses his wife.

  BRIAN

  Welcome back.

  DISSOLVE TO:

  INT. PATRICIA'S RESIDENCE - DINING ROOM

  The family finishes off a pizza.

  BRIAN

  I was a little surprised when I got home and you were at work.

  PATRICIA

  Things are really backed up. Thanks for grabbing dinner.

  BRIAN

  Somebody has to.

  PATRICIA

  How's your AP class going?

  BRIAN

  It's alright. The students that sign up for Advanced Placement math actually want to be there.

  SANDY

  Mommy, I'm full.

  PATRICIA

  Okay, put your plate in the sink.

  The couple remains silent until Sandy leaves the room.

  PATRICIA

  I'm sorry I've been away so much, but you know how important the work is.

  BRIAN

  So is your family.

  PATRICIA

  I know.

  BRIAN

  Anyway...

  Brian gets up with his plate.

  BRIAN

  Things should settle down for a while.

  PATRICIA

  Settle down?

  BRIAN

  You said the conference panned your ideas.

  PATRICIA

  I'm not giving up.

  Brian let's his plate BANG into the sink.

  BRIAN

  You always do exactly what you want to do don't you? To hell with everybody else. I couldn't even get you to take my last name.

  PATRICIA

  What's that got to do with anything?

  BRIAN

  I thought you were just paying tribute to your parents, but it's more than that, isn't it?

  PATRICIA

  I have no idea what you're talking about.

  BRIAN

  You told me you had a feeling about what happened, that it was more than just a physical phenomena. You said there was an intelligence behind whatever killed them.

  PATRICIA

  (quietly)

  It felt that way.

  Brian kneels beside her and grabs both her hands.

  BRIAN

  Don't you see? This obsession with SETI. You're just using these radio signals to try and get closure with your parents.

  She lets go of him and stands up.

  PATRICIA

  So, now you are a psychiatrist?

  Brian stands up.

  BRIAN

  When a child experiences a traumatic event it affects them later in life.

  PATRICIA

  Having your parents sucked down a black hole isn't exactly the same thing as a... a traffic accident.

  BRIAN

  Who knows what actually happened? A ten-year-old girl is going to twist the memory into something she can deal with.

  PATRICIA

  I knew you didn't believe me!

  BRIAN

  SETI isn't going to bring back your dead parents.

  PATRICIA

  Go to hell!

  She charges out of the room.

  EXT. ALASKA - HILLSIDE - EVENING

  Patricia's father, Edward, spins the steering wheel on his jeep and comes face-to-face with a spherical black void.

  The ten-year-old Patricia SCREAMS as her parents are sucked inside.

  Two orange eyes and a gapping mouth with pointed teeth form, turning the black void into a hideous face. It rears up and thrusts itself onto Patricia.

  Her scream penetrates the utter blackness.

  INT. PATRICIA'S RESIDENCE - bedroom

  Patricia bolts upright in bed, covered in sweat. Brian sleeps soundly next to her.

  EXT. GREEN BANK RADIO TELESCOPE - MORNING

  A car's headlights cut through the morning mist enveloping the Green Bank facility. It parks next to the only other vehicle in the tiny parking lot, a beat up station wagon.

  INT. GREEN BANK RADIO TELESCOPE - CONTROL ROOM

  Leonard Baldwin enters to find Patricia surrounded by computer printouts. Crumpled paper litters the floor around her.

  LEONARD

  Have you been here all night?

  A distant-eyed Patricia looks up at him. She blinks twice.

  PATRICIA

  I couldn't sleep.

  (beat, snapping to reality)

  Leonard, you've got to see this.

  The manager warily approaches.

  PATRICIA

  I couldn't understand why the echoes suddenly stopped.

  LEONARD

  Patricia...

  PATRICIA

  Hear me out. The aliens intercepted what they thought were radio signals, so they sent out a recognizable star group. They were waiting for a response, but all they picked up were more random signals. Last night I transmitted the twenty-four-thousand year-old star pattern they sent us.

  LEONARD

  I gave you specific instructions-

  PATRICIA

  I got a response.

  LEONARD

  What?!

  She grabs a piece of paper.

  PATRICIA

  It took me a while to figure it out. For some reason it is in base eight instead of base ten.

  She hands the paper to Leonard.

  PATRICIA

  They sent ground coordinates, longitude and latitude.

  INSERT: A map of the world. Two dark lines cross in the middle of Alaska. A series of numbers are written next to the intersection.

  LEONARD

  Alaska? These numbers are not longitude and latitude.

  PATRICIA

  They are base eight. The aliens picked a prime meridian that doesn't run through Greenwich.

  Leonard tosses the paper down on her desk.

  LEONARD

  You could massage these numbers to point anywhere. This is just more radio echoes.

  PATRICIA

  No, Leonard. The results are completely consistent.

  Josh and Gloria enter the room.

  GLORIA

  I don't care what Carl Sagan says.

  JOSH

  Exobiology is a fact. There's all kinds of evidence in the spectral data.

  Leonard leans toward Patricia and lowers his voice.

  LEONARD

  You have a lot of vacation time on the books. I want you to take a week off.

  PATRICIA

  I don't need a damn vacation!

  SILENCE. All eyes are on Patricia.

  PATRICIA

  You have to authorize an expedition to Alaska.

  LEONARD

  Are you out of your mind!

  PATRICIA

  It's the opportunity of a lifetime... of world history.

  LEONARD

  Go home. I don't want to see you again for a week.

  PATRICIA

  Leonard, please.

  LEONARD

  That was not a request.

  Patricia stuffs the tracking map in her purse and stomps out.

  EXT. LIBRARY - DAY

  A majestic public building labeled: Green Bank Public Library.

  INT. LIBRARY

  Patricia sits at a microfiche projector reading old newspapers.

  On screen is an article about a new mineral deposit at the Timberwolf mine in Alaska, dated 1965. Patricia scrolls the article to a map of Alaska showing the mine's location.

  She grabs her tracking map.

  INSERT: The map of Alaska, with the coordinates she calculated. Her map matches the on screen version.

  Patricia scrolls the microfiche
projector until a picture of a gray-haired man in his sixties is revealed. The text under the image reads, 'William Burwell, CEO of Timberwolf industries, discovers vast zinc deposit.'

  Surprise and puzzlement mix as she shifts her gaze back and forth from the screen to her map.

  EXT. ALASKA - TIMBERWOLF MINE - DAY

  FADE UP TITLE:

  Timberwolf Mine, Alaska

  A vast open-pit mine stretches into the distance. Various pieces of heavy machinery travel along numerous horizontal levels carved into the ground.

  A three-hundred ton mining truck climbs up a ramp and drives past a construction shed that butts up against the top level. Watching the leviathan roll by are CHARLES BURWELL, early thirties, and an Eskimo Foreman, YUTU.

  BURWELL

  I don't want to talk about it anymore, Yutu.

  YUTU

  Mister Burwell, I've been working this dig since your father filed the first claim. We're still hitting zinc in the pit.

  BURWELL

  This deposit is finished. I want everything moved to Pine Gulch by the end of the week.

  YUTU

  But-

  Burwell raises his hand.

  BURWELL

  No buts. Just do it.

  YUTU

  Yes, sir.

  Burwell turns and enters the shed.

  INT. TIMBERWOLF MINE - CONSTRUCTION SHED

  Burwell locks the door behind him. Soil samples, mono-colored computer monitors and test tubes cover several tables. Burwell walks past a table-top centrifuge and stops, facing the back wall.

  A fly crawls in front of him at eye-level.

  CU. This is no ordinary fly, it's mechanical. The machine takes flight and hovers a few inches from Burwell's face.

  Laser light emerges from the device and does a retinal scan. Satisfied, the fly buzzes off.

  A gash of light suddenly appears in the back wall of the shed. Other lines of light appear at the top and bottom, forming a door.

  The door swings open and Burwell enters. The section closes behind him, seamlessly blending back into the wall.

  EXT. PATRICIA'S RESIDENCE - DAY

  A car pulls into the driveway. Josh gets out and pops the trunk. It's filled with boxes.

  INT. PATRICIA'S RESIDENCE - FOYER

  DING. Patricia opens the door and Josh losses his grip on a pile of boxes, dumping them into Patricia's arms.

  PATRICIA

  Careful! This equipment is fragile.

  JOSH

  Sorry.

  They move inside and close the door.

  JOSH

  I can't believe you're really going through with this.

  PATRICIA

  All the data points to Alaska. I can't ignore it because of some narrow-minded, bean-counter.

  JOSH

  When Baldwin finds this stuff missing you'll get canned. Shit! I'm gonna need a new thesis advisor.

  PATRICIA

  Just tell him I borrowed the Geiger counters and the rest to do some surveys.

  JOSH

  It's your funeral.

  EXT. PATRICIA'S RESIDENCE

  A plain clothes government agent sits in an unmarked car down the street from Patricia's house. He snaps a picture of Josh backing out of the driveway.

  INT. PATRICIA'S RESIDENCE - SANDY'S BEDROOM - EVENING

  Patricia tucks her daughter into bed and kisses her on the forehead.

  SANDY

  Night night, Mommy.

  PATRICIA

  Good night, sugar-pop.

  Patricia hesitates.

  PATRICIA

  Even though I'm gone a lot, you know Mommy loves you?

  SANDY

  I know, Mommy. I love you too.

  Sandy rolls over and snuggles into her pillow.

  INT. PATRICIA'S RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM

  Brian looks at a family portrait above an unlit fireplace when Patricia enters.

  BRIAN

  You're all loaded up.

  PATRICIA

  Thank you.

  BRIAN

  Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to the airport?

  PATRICIA

  I don't want Sandy up late. It's a school night. Josh and Gloria can pick the car up tomorrow.

  BRIAN

  How long will you be gone?

  PATRICIA

  I don't know... a week?

  Patricia studies his worried face.

  PATRICIA

  It will be alright.

  BRIAN

  This isn't like going to a conference in Boston. You could get yourself killed up there.

  PATRICIA

  I'm staying in a hotel, not an igloo.

  BRIAN

  Doesn't it strike you as strange that all your data leads you right back to Alaska, to the same area where your parents got killed?

  PATRICIA

  Don't start that again. This is a scientific expedition. My reasons for going are perfectly rational.

  BRIAN

  Rational? You cash out all our savings, put your job at risk and abandon your family. Is that rational?

  PATRICIA

  I need to do this. Please... I need to know that you've got my back.

  BRIAN

  I always do.

  INT. LEWISBURG WEST VIRGINIA - AIRPORT - CHECK IN

  The attendant hands Patricia her ticket.

  ATTENDANT

  Anchorage.

  (she smiles)

  Keep those earmuffs handy.

  Patricia heads for her gate. The same government agent from her street watches from a distance. He makes a quick entry in a notebook.

  EXT. LEWISBURG WEST VIRGINIA - AIRPORT - EVENING

  A commercial jet accelerates down the runway and lifts into the evening sky.

  INSERT: A map of North America. A dashed line traces the path of an airplane as it curves across the map from West Virginia to San Francisco. A second dashed line emerges from the city by the bay and traces upwards to Anchorage.

  EXT. ANCHORAGE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY

  Patricia watches a baggage handler cram a suitcase into the back of a Cessna. She swallows hard and climbs aboard.

  INSERT: The same map. A further dashed line grows from Anchorage to a spot on the west coast of Alaska labeled, Kotzebue.

  EXT. KOTZEBUE - FROM HIGH ABOVE - DAY

  The single engine Cessna cruises over a spit of land that juts out into Kotzebue Sound.

  INT. CESSNA

  Patricia is the only passenger. She looks out a window at her destination, below.

  Back outside, the plane dips toward a landing strip. In the distance a few dozen small buildings dot the landscape. Beyond that, sunlight reflects off the deep blue waters of the Bering Sea.

  DISSOLVE TO:

  INT. CHARLES BURWELL'S OFFICE - DAY

  Charles Burwell stands looking out his office window at the water in the distance.

  BURWELL

  So what brings the National Radio Observatory to our little corner of Alaska?

  Patricia sits in front of Burwell's desk.

  PATRICIA

  We've measured a series of radio echoes that triangulate to this area.

  BURWELL

  You're looking for a phantom radio station?

  PATRICIA

  No. I.. we suspect some sort of magnetic, or soil anomaly is causing the problem. I'd like to see the area and take some measurements.

  Burwell sits down behind his desk.

  BURWELL

  There's nothing going on out there. That site is completely shut down.

  PATRICIA

  Then, I won't disturb your operations.

  Burwell sizes her up for a moment before reaching a decision.

  BURWELL

  I suppose the sooner you see for yourself, the quicker your scientific curiosity will be satisfied.

  EXT. TIMBERWOLF MINE - DAY

  Patricia walks along the top level of the open-pit mine with Mr. Burwell's Foreman, Yutu. At her waist is a boxy piec
e of equipment hanging from a strap. She also carries a camera.

  YUTU

  I thought we closed this site too soon, but the Burwell's have a nose for zinc.

  Patricia stops and snaps a couple pictures. Water is being pumped into the lowest level of the mine.

  YUTU

  This whole area will be reclaimed. I plan on doing a lot of fishing.

  PATRICIA

  I've read that the Burwell family suffers from bouts of amnesia?

  YUTU

  I wouldn't know.

  PATRICIA

  Come on, Yutu.

  She smiles sweetly at him.

  PATRICIA

  What does Yutu mean, anyway?

  The Foreman smiles back at her.

  YUTU

  To claw.

  PATRICIA

  I'm betting you spent a lot of years clawing your way up in the company. You didn't get to be Foreman by wearing blinders.

  YUTU

  Mister Burwell's father had some kind of brain fart twenty years ago. Just up and forgot three months of his life. God made up for it though.

  PATRICIA

  How's that?

  The Foreman waves an arm at the open pit.

  YUTU

  He found this deposit right afterwards. Not a bad trade.

  They approach the spot where the construction shed butts up against the top level, directly below them.

  TICK TICK TICK.

  YUTU

  What's that?

  Patricia extracts a Geiger counter from the box at her waist and points it down one level at the shed.

  PATRICIA

  There's something radioactive in there.

  YUTU

  Burwell does a lot of mineral tests. It's probably just a trace element.

  They walk on and the TICKING stops. Patricia turns around for another quick look.

  EXT. KOTZEBUE - KAHPOONGAH HOTEL - EVENING

  A two story hotel with a couple dozen rooms. The sign outside reads, Kahpoongah Hotel. It is translated in smaller print below: "I am Hungry".

  INT. KAHPOONGAH HOTEL - LOBBY

  The HOTEL MANAGER is at the front desk. On the wall behind him is a portrait of a Russian explorer shaking hands with an Eskimo.

  The caption reads: City Founder - Otto von Kotzebue

  Captain Stewart, dressed in civilian clothes, walks in and sets down a suitcase.

  HOTEL MANAGER

  May I help you?

  STEWART

  One single, please.

  HOTEL MANAGER

  How long will you be staying?

  STEWART

  Can you just make it open-ended?

  The manager breaks into a wide grin.

  HOTEL MANAGER

  No problem.

  INT. KAHPOONGAH HOTEL - PATRICIA'S ROOM