They go into the ruin. The doorways are small, made for people much shorter than them. Brood is looking inside one of the rooms, while Abby looks at a pot she's found. Race stands back, looking up at the multilevel structure. Ladders lean here and there, connecting layers. There's rubble everywhere -- the place was well built, but somewhere around 1000 a.d. -- much of it has fallen down.
1. Race: Impressive place. I've known buildings in Chicago that weren't built as solidly.
Abby holds up the exquisite pot.
2. Abby: Beautiful craftsmanship, too.
Jerome looks around at the buildings.
3. Jerome: (a) I seen some Pueblo villages, not too far from here. Looked some like this, but not so old. This here looks plumb ancient.
(b) Got anything this old in Chicago, Race?
All three of them look -- but Race is nowhere to be seen.
4. Jerome: Race?
5. Gideon: Where'd he...?
A big panel, as the three of them look about for the missing Race.
1. Gideon: Kennedy!
2. Abby: (a) Race!
(b) Damn him. Just like a little kid, always wandering off!
Jerome starts up a ladder.
3. Jerome: He's gotta be somewhere. Reckon we should split up and track him down.
4. Gideon: (a) I ain't sure splittin' up's a good idea.
(b) Abby, foller Betts.
She starts to reach for the ladder, but stops, repelled.
5. Abby: Why's it so cold there?
Gideon joins her, holding his hand out toward the ladder.
6. Gideon: (a) It is cold.
(b) Betts! You feel that?
Betts, looking down on them through the hole in the floor he climbed up to.
7. Jerome: Cold? Not me. Kennedy ain't up here, though.
And now we can see more of the room he's standing in -- he's just about knee deep in human skulls.
8. Jerome: Least, not so's I'd recognize him.
On Race, who's wandering the ruins, an enchanted look on his face. We're very close on him here.
1. Gideon: (VO) "Kennedy!"
In a large panel, we pull back, so we can see Race and also see what he's seeing. Which is a busy Anasazi city -- Indians going this way and that, men, women, and children. Some are carrying baskets or pots or babies.
And they're all ghosts -- we can see the ruined walls and rubble through them.
A beautiful young female ghost looks back over her shoulder at Race.
She goes through a door, and he's clearly following.
2. Race: Wait!
From the other side of the door -- there's nothing on the far side but a drop of about fifty feet to the sandstone floor below. The ghost is gone, but we can see Race's leg starting to come through the opening.
Below, Betts is looking up the sheer wall. He can see Race about to step blindly into space.
1. Jerome: Kenne--
A blizzard of dust blows into his face, choking off the word and blinding him. There's no wind anywhere else.
2. Jerome: >kaff<
Abby leads him out of the tiny localized dust storm.
3. Abby: Never saw a wind like that before.
4. Jerome: But Race...
Abby stops, concerned.
5. Abby: Where? Did you see him, Jerome?
Jerome points up the wall.
Up angle, at Race, clinging to the side of the doorway, both legs dangling into space.
1. Race: You a good catch, Betts?
From inside, we see Brood grabbing Race's shoulders to pull him in.
2. Gideon: I got you, Race. Easy now.
Back on solid ground. Race is pretty panic-stricken.
3. Race: This place is haunted, Gid. Can we get out of here now?
4. Gideon: (a) We can try. Let's start by gettin' back down.
(b) Usin' the ladders.
Below, with Betts and Abby. She's looking at the area where Race would have fallen. There's a wide circle, covered by ancient branches, but in one spot a lot of the branches are broken, snapped off. The very top of a ladder sticks out through an intentional hole in the branches.
5. Abby: If he'd dropped, he'd have landed here. I wonder...
6. Jerome: It's called a kiva. Special place, to the Indians. They had ceremonies and such down there.
Abby starts down the ladder.
7. Abby: Let's just see.
8. Jerome: Abby, I wouldn't... this is a pow'rful place. A bad place.
Abby stops, part way down the ladder, and looks at Betts.
1. Abby: (a) It's bad now.
(b) But I don't believe it has always been.
Betts starts down the ladder after her.
2. Jerome: What do you mean?
3. Abby: It feels fresh in here. Like it wants us to come down.
Inside the kiva. It's dark, the only light shafts that beam down through the holes in the ceiling. It's a rock-walled chamber about fifteen or twenty feet across. The floor's covered with debris, though, which was dumped in through the broken branches. Abby is stepping off the ladder, and Betts is most of the way down.
4. Jerome: You're right. It's peaceful down here.
Abby picks at some of the debris on the ground. Pieces of wall, broken shards of pottery, crushed baskets.
5. Abby: This doesn't belong here. It was dumped in through the roof.
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