EXT. CAL'S NEW HOUSE ON THE DELAWARE RIVER (5001 GRANT AVENUE) - HALLOWEEN DAY - SUNSET Cal slumps in a lawn chair by the river, disheveled and unshaven, his eyes fixed upon the water.CAL (VO)
Being alone proved a great comfort to me. There was no more strain of living a falsehood, no more cowardly pursuit of impossible relationships with those around me.All I had done in the past year and a half was play an elaborate game with myself. Convincing others of his sanity has kept him within its realm, but now he quickly lets himself go. Cal feels he is achieving a moment of clarity, but he is going off the deep end.

CAL (VO)
I began to listen to the small voice within me that spoke the cold truth.It told me I had cheated death, and that I had died on April 15, 1912.I was merely a ghostly shadow that lingered unnaturally on, lurking in dark corners in a world in which I did not belong. Each day that I filled my miserable rotten lungs with air, I prolonged my hideous unnatural presence in the world of the living, only to disturb its inhabitants with my incongruous presence. Cal lets out a wheezy little cough. A small band of children nearby swish through the fallen leaves, planning to cut through the yard. A boy tries to frighten the girls with a ghost story. BOY 1 ...and then a shadow appeared in the corner of the room-- BOY 2 Look! There's a ghoul! The children see Cal turn his gaunt, pale face toward them. Spooked, the children run off, the girls shrieking wildly. They're giddy with the holiday fervor, but Cal thinks they have perceived him with an uncanny accuracy, as only children can. A car drives up nearby, but Cal doesn't see it. Cal absently rises from his chair, drawn toward the water by an invisible force. He feels he is half-way to the nether world already, but the world of the living calls him back.

ANNA
Mr. Hockley... Anna's hand appears gently on his arm. Confused and in a daze, Cal glances down at it. He turns toward Anna. She holds a picnic basket covered with a cheerful red and white cloth. Cal is slow to respond - even his voice feels weighted down - but he does his best to play the usual game.

CAL
Anna... what are you doing here?

ANNA
I've brought you something from Mrs. Bingham's kitchen, sir. Cal glances at the basket, and lets out a mirthless, cynical little chuckle. What would a corpse such as himself do with such a thing? His sense of decorum returns.

CAL
That's very kind, but I don't require anything. Anna feels rejected, but her concern for Cal predominates in her mind. He appears half mad.

ANNA
Do you wish me to take it away?

CAL
No, of course not. I'll take it on inside. You needn't concern yourself with me further. Cal reaches for the basket. Deeply hurt, Anna refuses to let go of it until she has an explanation.

ANNA
Sir... why?

CAL
I just need to be alone for a while, Anna. Thank you again, for your kindness. I must be going. Cal turns abruptly, taking possession of the basket. He walks quickly toward the house. A chilly breeze blows through Anna, as she is left alone in a tempest of swirling leaves. She wills away her frustration, and replaces it with the persistence of love.

ANNA
I'll be calling again tomorrow, sir!

INT. CAL'S BEDROOM - 5001 GRANT AVENUE - NIGHT

Cal lies on top of the bed, asleep. He is awoken by the sound of footsteps. Terrified, he jumps up off the bed. Soon, a shadow of a man holding a small sack and a liquor bottle can be seen. The intruder, SAMUEL WOOD (40), shuffles along. He pauses in the doorway, then cries out with a start.

CAL
Who are you!? What are you doing here? SAMUEL WOOD What? I thought I was the only one here.

CAL
So did I, obviously. Samuel takes Cal for a fellow vagrant. SAMUEL WOOD Been sleeping on the bed, have you? That's plenty bold of you.They'll be moving in the rest of the furniture any day now and find you snoozing away. So, you're new at this, eh?

CAL
(sleepily) Pardon? SAMUEL WOOD Me too, but I'm not that green.Hey, you got anything to eat?

CAL
What? Yes, yes. There's food in the kitchen. You're hungry? SAMUEL WOOD Starved. Haven't had much to eat since I got fired from my job. Cal sees Samuel is harmless, and ushers him off to the kitchen.

INT. KITCHEN - 5001 GRANT AVENUE - NIGHT

Cal turns on the light, but Samuel quickly switches it back off. SAMUEL WOOD What, are you mad? Samuel removes a candle from his pocket. He lights it, and places it in a cup on the countertop. Cal realizes that Samuel thinks he's another bum. Cal regards the picnic basket tenderly. He removes a loaf of bread, and hands it to Samuel.

CAL
Well, here. Take all you want. Cal continues to remove items from the basket. SAMUEL WOOD You're a real pal, buddy. Nice find, this. So, what's your story?Life givin' you the bum's rush too?Woman got you down? What? Cal is caught off guard.

CAL
Well, I suppose that's part of it... Eh... you're out of work are you? Samuel grabs off a chunk of bread and eats it hungrily. He offers Cal a swig of liquor.

CAL
No. I don't drink... any longer. SAMUEL WOOD You're smarter than me then, mister. It's drinking that got me fired. My wife and my boy died from cholera this past winter... so I'm alone now, see? I needed something to help me along. Samuel finds strength in another drink.

CAL
Really? Why, that's horrible!What kind of work did you do? SAMUEL WOOD I was working in Kensington makin' railroad ties. It was a great place to work for a while. Mr. Hockley was the grandest sort of man to work for. Really cared about us working stiffs, you know? Cal becomes intensely interested.

CAL
Something's changed there, has it? SAMUEL WOOD ...but he went off and left Mr. Blair to run the place. Now, he's a real good fellow too... but he's been out sick, and this nasty old codger, Peebles, took to firing folks... good men who's been with the company for years!

CAL
Oh, he has, has he? He can't do that! Samuel laughs uproariously. SAMUEL WOOD What are YOU going to do about it?

CAL
Got an extra change of clothes in that sack, have you? I've got a plan.

EXT. STREET - KENSINGTON - NEXT MORNING Cal and Samuel walk swiftly to the Kensington plant. Cal sports a two-day beard, and wears a pair of grubby overalls.SAMUEL WOOD If I'd known it was you, Mr. Hockley, I... Cal grabs the cap off of Samuel's head, and puts it on.

CAL
Forget it. Now, just make it look like I'm one of the boys.

INT. KENSINGTON PLANT - DAY

Cal and some workmen huddle together to discuss the situation. FOREMAN It's Peebles! The workmen spread the word, muttering "Peebles, Peebles". All rush to look like they're working. Cal catches a glimpse of Peebles, pompously descending the stairs. He turns away to hide his face. Peebles parades authoritatively through the work area, flanked by two of the other buzzards Cal despises. A nervous man drops a tool on his foot. Peebles is on him in an instant. WORKMAN Ow! PEEBLES I've had enough of your clumsiness!Be off with you! Cal makes eye contact with the workman as he hurries out the door. The workman's face is flushed with anger and hopelessness. But his eyes widen when he sees Cal. Peebles saunters toward Cal and Samuel, ready to sniff out more troublemakers. Turned away, Cal pretends to work. PEEBLES What are YOU doing here? You were fired last week. SAMUEL Eh, well, sir... PEEBLES And who are you? I don't know your face. Peebles grabs Cal's shoulder and wheels him around. Cal is livid.

CAL
Oh, I think you do, Peebles. PEEBLES What? Mr...

CAL
You're fired, Peebles! And your insipid groveling lackeys as well!Get out! PEEBLES Mr. Hockley! I... Samuel grins as Peebles quivers obsequiously.

CAL
I said GET OUT! All of you! (turning toward Samuel) Mr. Wood, would you please chase down that man who just left... SAMUEL Yessir! Peebles et. al. scurry out the door. Samuel cheerfully follows.To Cal's surprise, a loud cheer rises up behind him. Cal reels around. He's astonished by what he sees. Scores of workmen are lined up, tools raised in the air, cheering him on. Cal sees his men love him. This worries him.

INT. PARLOR - 1811 WALNUT STREET - DAY

Cal sits with Mr. Blair and Samuel. Mrs. Bingham serves the men tea, while Anna, Max, Sheila and Mrs. Spivey look curiously on. Mrs. Spivey decides maybe Cal isn't so bad after all. SAMUEL WOOD ...and Peebles' desk was cleared out an hour later!

MRS. BINGHAM
So that's what this was all about, going to that house all by yourself! Well, you could have told us, Mr. Hockley. You had us worried sick! Cal stares beseechingly at Mr. Blair and Samuel. Samuel plays along. SAMUEL WOOD He's a smart one, our Mr. Hockley. Anna stands off in the corner. She looks upon Cal with loving admiration, but is still deeply concerned that this is not the whole truth. Samuel glances over at her, and knows she's the one Cal is hung up on.

INT. FRONT DOOR - 1811 WALNUT STREET - DAY

Molly Brown makes a dramatic entrance with flamboyant style, wearing a magnificent dress and huge, jaunty hat with billowing plumes. She shakes hands warmly with Mrs. Spivey. Max grabs her bags and cheerfully takes them to her room. Mrs. Bingham and Anna approach to welcome their guest.

MOLLY
Mrs. Bingham! Good to see you again... and you must be Anna.

ANNA
Thank you for coming on such short notice, Mrs. Brown.