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He dismisses it right away with a flick of a  hand.  He does not want to listen to her, and goes
                back to his CD collection.  He  has his own stuff in the  rack - Metallica, AC/DC, Guns n  Roses.
               There are few dodgier albums in  here - Atomic Kitten, Girls Aloud - childish musical offerings
                like that.  Above  him are a  row of toppled American horror paperbacks.  He selects a GnR CD
               and gets up.  He passes an old faded  photo of the couple on the edge of the  bookshelf,  but
               doesn't notice.
               Ashlee is not convinced  by his excuse of a cat and  pads to the window to look out.


               JAMIE (CONT'D)
                Fancy some music



                No reply.


               JAMIE (CONT'D)
               Ash  Music?


               Still  no response.


               JAMIE (CONT'D)

               Whatever.  It's going on whether you  like  it or not.


                He turns the stereo ON and slots CD in.  It closes and  he takes a quick look at the sleeve to
               see what track he wants.  Takes remote control, presses play, turns the VOLUME UP, and
                leans back on the unit.  His weight on the unit, and the speaker vibrations, cause the old
                photo to JUDDER off the shelf and  it FALLS to the floor.
               ANGLE ON:  The glass front cracks along the centre.


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                EXT - STREET - NIGHT/ EARLY MORNING
               The old  man from the pub is walking down the street,  hands in pockets and eyes on floor.
               The street is sign-posted at the corner as CALL STREET - CUL DE SAC.  The man  is a cross
                between a detective from a 50s whodunnit movie, and  Inspector Gadget.  An ambulance
                races by him, BLUES AND TWOS going great guns, and  he turns to watch it pass with sad
               fascination.  As the SIRENS DIE OUT,  he stops in the middle of the street and stares up at the
                building at his side with the steely blue gaze of some-one who knows exactly what he will
               see.
               A few seconds later,  it all  kicks off,  right on cue.  He checks his watch just before,  it TICKS for

                15 seconds until it is just after 2AM.  The light on a third floor window suddenly goes dark,
                but the moon and starlight are reflected off the glass.  There is a SCREAM,  high,  loud  and
                long.  Something HITS the window, a shadow without form, at incredible velocity,  making
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