This is an excerpt from a completed screenplay.

       "The Mystery At Castle MacCarragh" - screenplay by Derek Paterson.

       FADE IN:

       EXT. CROSSROADS - DAY

       Mist, thick as soup.  Dirt tracks lead to this isolated spot.
       A faded sign reads:

       <- EDINBURGH 53 MILES
           STIRLING 17 MILES ->

       The sounds of CLATTERING HOOVES and JINGLING HARNESS grow
       louder.  A horse-drawn coach materializes out of the mist,
       lanterns ablaze.  It pulls up and stops by the sign.

       Moments later the DRIVER, wrapped in scarf and cloak, cracks
       his whip and the coach moves on, revealing a lone figure who
       has disembarked.

       KATE LYLE, 19, wears a plain bonnet and wool coat.  She
       clutches a small leather travel case as if it's the only
       thing she owns.  She watches the coach disappear into the
       mist.  She looks around, lost and bewildered.

       A breath of wind causes the mist behind her to clear,
       revealing--


       EXT. BONNIE PRINCE CHARLIE TAVERN - DAY

       A rustic roadside inn in the middle of the Scottish moors.
       A pale likeness of the handsome "Young Pretender" sways above
       the door.

       Kate turns, and shows both surprise and relief.

       MACNAIR, a stout man in his 50s, stands in the doorway of
       the inn watching her.  Kate approaches, doubtful, and asks
       in a soft Scottish accent--

                             KATE
                 Good morning, sir.  Or I should say,
                 good afternoon.  May I ask if there
                 is a Mr. Maitland here?

       MacNair looks puzzled.  Kate unfolds a letter and offers it
       to him.  MacNair doesn't take it.

                             KATE
                 He sent me this.  He says he is the
                 owner of Castle MacCarragh.

       MacNair's accent is broader and rougher than Kate's, with a
       Highland twang.

                             MACNAIR
                 Ye will address his lordship as "Lord
                 MacCarragh."  Or, if ye are invited,
                 "Sir Hillary."  Only if ye are
                 invited, mind.

                             KATE
                 I beg your pardon.  Then may I ask
                 where I may find Lord MacCarragh?

                             MACNAIR
                 Inside.  He said ye might be coming.
                 Where are your bags?

                             KATE
                 I only have this.

       MacNair stares at her until Kate shyly lowers her gaze.  He
       goes inside.  Kate looks up at the Young Pretender.  She
       draws a breath, steels herself, and follows MacNair inside.


       INT. TAVERN - DAY

       MacNair is behind the bar whispering with the equally stout
       MRS. MACNAIR.  They stop talking when Kate enters.

       At a table, SIR HILLARY MAITLAND, 30, handsome and charming
       in hunting tweed, sits with PROFESSOR HENRY CARRUTHERS, 50,
       and his wife ABIGAIL, 30, an aloof beauty.  They have educated
       upper class English accents.

                             MAITLAND
                 I assure you I do not take the matter
                 lightly, Mrs. Carruthers.  A flagrant
                 breach of contract, there's no denying
                 that.  And no doubt the law is on my
                 side.  But there is no reasoning
                 with these people.  When I insisted
                 he stay and meet his obligation, the
                 foreman actually threatened physical
                 violence upon me.

       Carruthers leans forward, his weight on his walking-stick.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Surely you informed the local
                 constabulary, Sir Hillary?

                             MAITLAND
                 I'm trying to win them over,
                 Professor, not imprison them.  I've
                 already offered a generous bonus if
                 they resume work, but still they
                 refuse.  In this matter I am at my
                 wit's end.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Absolutely understandable.  I admire
                 your self-restraint, sir, indeed I
                 do.

       Maitland notices Kate.  He springs up and greets her.

                             MAITLAND
                 And you must be Miss Lyle!  I'm so
                 very pleased you could join us.

       He insists on shaking her hand.  Kate smiles weakly.

                             MAITLAND
                 Have you eaten?

                             KATE
                 Might I trouble you for some water?

       Maitland leads her over to the table, calling to MacNair,

                             MAITLAND
                 A cup of water, MacNair, if you
                 please.

       Maitland sits Kate down, she smiles thanks and sits stiffly,
       her travel case on her lap, tightly gripped.

                             MAITLAND
                 Miss Lyle, allow me to introduce
                 Professor Carruthers and Mrs.
                 Carruthers.

       Polite smiles and nods.  They're not sure who she is.

                             MAITLAND
                 You're sure I can't offer you some
                 refreshment after your journey?

                             KATE
                 Thank you sir... Lord MacCarragh...
                 I am content.  I apologize for my
                 late arrival.  The mist lies heavy
                 upon the moor.  The driver did not
                 dare make haste for fear of leaving
                 the road.

                             MAITLAND
                 I'm pleased to meet you at last.
                 Though I must confess, I am somewhat
                 surprised.

       Kate can't imagine how.

                             MAITLAND
                 You're far younger than I expected.

       Carruthers and Abigail are following the conversation but
       show signs of puzzlement.

                             MAITLAND
                 Oh, didn't I mention?  Miss Lyle
                 will be joining us on our little
                 expedition.

       Mrs. MacNair brings a cup of water to Kate, who smiles thanks
       but gets no response.  Mrs. MacNair removes empty dishes and
       cups from the table.  Kate sips her water.

                             ABIGAIL
                 May I ask in what capacity, Sir
                 Hillary?

                             MAITLAND
                 I looked up some old friends of mine
                 in Edinburgh.  Miss Lyle, they assure
                 me, is one of the most respected
                 mediums in the country.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 A medium!

                             MAITLAND
                 It's my understanding that Miss Lyle
                 is consulted by the City of Edinburgh
                 Constabulary whenever they are faced
                 with a particularly baffling crime.
                 Would I be correct in saying this,
                 Miss Lyle?

       Kate looks at Abigail, Carruthers, Maitland.  She's a little
       unsure of herself, given the lofty company.

                             MAITLAND
                 And in fact, wasn't there a recent
                 case involving a missing child--?

                             KATE
                 I am bound not to discuss specifics,
                 Lord MacCarragh.  It is sub judice,
                 a matter for the courts.

                             MAITLAND
                 Of course, I do beg your pardon.
                 But there's no need for formality,
                 Miss Lyle.  That title of mine becomes
                 a trifle wearing after a while, hmm?
                 Call me Hillary, please.

       From outside, the sounds of HORSES, WHEELS, JINGLING HARNESS
       as a coach is brought to the entrance.

                             ABIGAIL
                 Do you know, Sir Hillary, a very
                 good friend of mine once attended a
                 seance.

                             MAITLAND
                 Did anything come of it?

                             ABIGAIL
                 She said it was a complete fraud.
                 The dreadful woman had an accomplice
                 hiding in the next room who pretended
                 to speak for the dead.  Everyone
                 demanded their fee be returned
                 forthwith.

       The barbed harpoon rips through Kate, who wishes the ground
       would open up and swallow her.

       ABERCROMBIE enters.  40s, a dour Scotsman with bristling
       sideboards.  Maitland sees him and nods.

                             MAITLAND
                 We have quite a distance to travel,
                 and the whims of Scottish weather
                 are not to be trifled with.

       They rise from the table and collect coats and hats.


       EXT. BONNIE PRINCE CHARLIE TAVERN - DAY

       The mist is just as thick.  An enclosed carriage sits waiting.

       Maitland, Carruthers and Abigail exit the tavern.  Maitland
       opens the carriage door and assists Abigail aboard.


       INT. TAVERN - DAY

       Kate's about to exit when MacNair grabs Abercrombie's arm.

                             MACNAIR
                 For God's sake, Abercrombie.  Ye'll
                 no' be taking them to the Beast's
                 Lair?

                             ABERCROMBIE
                 His lordship is returned to his
                 ancestral home.  Who am I to deny
                 him his birthright?

                             MACNAIR
                 If ye were a Christian man ye would
                 deny him!  Ye know what awaits them
                 there.

                             ABERCROMBIE
                 Ach, save yer nonsense for those
                 daft enough to believe it.

       Abercrombie exits past Kate.  MacNair and his Wife exchange
       worried looks.  Kate sees this before she follows Abercrombie
       outside.


       EXT. BONNIE PRINCE CHARLIE TAVERN - DAY

       Maitland, Carruthers and Abigail are already aboard the
       carriage.  Kate's about to climb aboard when MacNair exits
       the tavern and joins Abercrombie.

                             MACNAIR
                 Will ye no' heed any words o' wisdom,
                 Abercrombie?

                             ABERCROMBIE
                 Ye'll get me my marching orders and
                 for what?  Some fish-wife's tale.

       Abercrombie climbs up into the driver's seat.

                             MACNAIR
                 I tell ye it's no tale!

       MacNair turns to Kate, and softens.

                             MACNAIR
                 And what of you, Miss?  I advise ye
                 to stay here with us.  The coach
                 will return tomorrow.  Ye'll be back
                 in Edinbra' afore sundown.

       Kate doesn't know what to say.  Abercrombie stares at her,
       waiting.  Maitland calls from inside the carriage--

                             MAITLAND
                 Miss Lyle?

       Kate quickly climbs aboard.  Maitland pulls the door shut.
       Abercrombie glares at MacNair, then cracks the whip.  The
       carriage moves off.

                             MACNAIR
                 If ye hear the bell, for God's sake
                 man, turn back!


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       The four sit huddled together, knee to knee, Kate and Abigail
       facing Maitland and Carruthers.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 I am beginning to understand the
                 urgency of your need, Sir Hillary.

                             MAITLAND
                 I'm glad someone does.  These last
                 weeks have been very frustrating.
                 At this rate we'll be lucky if we
                 have somewhere to stay by this time
                 next year!

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Aside from the noises, Sir Hillary,
                 did your workers report any other
                 irregular occurrences?

       Kate listens, fascinated.

                             MAITLAND
                 The foreman said things were moved.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Such as?

                             MAITLAND
                 Tools.  Ladders.  Supplies.  And,
                 doors slammed shut without warning.
                 Often the keys would go missing, and
                 would turn up later, in another room.

                             CARRUTHERS
                      (to Abigail)
                 Evidence of poltergeist activity.

       Abigail opens a leather-bound notebook and writes.

                             MAITLAND
                 I'm unfamiliar with the name.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 A poltergeist, Sir Hillary, is a
                 particular kind of spirit that has
                 the ability to move, or conceal,
                 physical objects.  The word is
                 Germanic in origin.  There is usually
                 an element of mischievousness in its
                 actions.

                             MAITLAND
                 You've encountered such things before?

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Oh, many times, many times.  Why,
                 only recently I was called upon to
                 investigate some queer goings-on in
                 a mill house on the Norfolk Broads.
                 Isn't that so, my dear?

                             ABIGAIL
                 Yes indeed, it was near--

                             CARRUTHERS
                 The new owner and his family were
                 plagued by inexplicable happenings.
                 Doors kept slamming, crockery was
                 thrown and smashed by unseen hands.
                 It was not difficult to deduce what
                 was responsible.

                             MAITLAND
                 A... poltergeist, I presume?

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Precisely so.  I have developed a
                 theory, Sir Hillary, that there is
                 always good reason why spirits remain
                 upon this earth instead of ascending
                 to Heaven.

                             MAITLAND
                 Of course I'm interested, Professor.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 They are unfulfilled.  They passed
                 on from this mortal coil before they
                 could attain what they most desired
                 when they were among the living.

                             MAITLAND
                 How very interesting.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 In the case of the mill house, I was
                 obliged to seek out local information
                 to confirm my suspicions.

       Abigail opens her mouth to speak but Carruthers goes on--

                             CARRUTHERS
                 It turned out that the poltergeist
                 who so rudely awakened the family
                 each morning with a chorus of broken
                 cups and plates, was the manifestation
                 of the gentleman who had owned the
                 mill fifty years previously.

                             MAITLAND
                 Indeed?

                             CARRUTHERS
                 His name was, ah, let me see now,
                 Trubshaw, Elias Trubshaw.  He was
                 greatly upset because the woman he
                 loved married someone else... can't
                 recall the name...

       Abigail opens her mouth to speak again--

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Garrick, that's it, Garrick Trubshaw.

                             MAITLAND
                 They were related?

                             CARRUTHERS
                 They were brothers.  Apparently they
                 competed for the same woman.  Elias
                 Trubshaw lost the battle, and the
                 woman he desired.  That was the source
                 of his disquiet.  The root of the
                 problem, you might say.

                             MAITLAND
                 Very clever, very clever indeed.
                 But was there a solution?

                             CARRUTHERS
                 A rather ingenious solution, if I
                 may say so myself.  Indeed, yes.

       At last Abigail gets a word in--

                             ABIGAIL
                 The local churchyard.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Quite so.  Garrick Trubshaw and his
                 wife were buried side by side.

                             ABIGAIL
                 In her family's private burial plot.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Elias Trubshaw was buried in the
                 same churchyard, but in another
                 section entirely.  The other side of
                 the church, as a matter of fact.

                             ABIGAIL
                 We brought them together.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Fortunately the local vicar was most
                 understanding.  He'd had a rather
                 unfortunate experience with the
                 poltergeist when he tried to exorcise
                 the manifestation from the mill house,
                 you see.  Well, that swayed him,
                 indeed it did.

                             ABIGAIL
                 He agreed to exhume the body--

                             CARRUTHERS
                 It threw him out, simply took hold
                 of him and threw him out.  The fellow
                 was only too happy to cooperate.  He
                 arranged to have a new grave dug for
                 Elias Trubshaw.  They moved his
                 remains closer to her, alongside her
                 family's burial plot.

                             MAITLAND
                 And it worked?  They moved his grave
                 and it actually worked?

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Never had broken plate since.  Gave
                 him what he desired most, you see.

                             ABIGAIL
                 They laid him to rest beside his one
                 true love.  Finally Elias Trubshaw
                 found peace.

       Kate looks out the window, affected by the story.  Gnarled
       trees loom out of the fog, their twisted branches reach toward
       Kate like claws, she jerks back in fright.

                             MAITLAND
                 Miss Lyle?

                             KATE
                 Forgive me, I felt a little chilled,
                 that's all.

                             MAITLAND
                 Would you like to swap seats?

                             KATE
                 I am content, thank you.

                             MAITLAND
                 As you wish, but do tell me if you
                 experience discomfort, please.

                             KATE
                 Thank you, I will.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Of course, discerning what troubles
                 an older spirit may be not be so
                 easy.  The older they are, the more
                 unpredictable they become.  But not
                 to worry, I'm confident I'll get to
                 the bottom of it soon enough.

                             MAITLAND
                 Using your... what did you call it?

       Abigail giggles.

                             ABIGAIL
                 Henry's "secret weapon."  He calls
                 it the Ghost Sniffer.

       Maitland laughs.

                             MAITLAND
                 I can't wait to see it in action.
                 You put all your faith in science,
                 Professor?

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Indeed I do.  Science, Sir Hillary,
                 has made astounding strides in the
                 past decade.  Mr. Edison's experiments
                 with electrical current have opened
                 up new fields of understanding that
                 were hitherto undreamed of.  Using
                 science, we shall conquer the
                 mysteries of the supernatural.

       Maitland nods approval.  Exactly what he wants to hear.


       EXT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Abercrombie cracks his whip.  Ahead, winding country road.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

                             KATE
                 How far is it to the castle, Sir
                 Hillary?

                             MAITLAND
                 Once we reach the estate boundary,
                 less than an hour, if the weather
                 holds up.


       EXT. SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS - DAY

       The green splendor of Scotland's hills and glens is laid out
       against an epic background of ancient mountains on a bright,
       clear day.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

                             ABIGAIL
                 Has your family always owned the
                 castle, Sir Hillary?

                             MAITLAND
                 My revered ancestor, the first Earl
                 of MacCarragh, was granted full title
                 of the castle and its surrounding
                 lands by none other than King Robert
                 the Bruce.  The documents are
                 remarkably well preserved.  The castle
                 has been with my family ever since,
                 despite wars, revolution, and sundry
                 other catastrophes.

       The carriage jerks wildly, negotiating an ancient pot-hole.

                             MAITLAND
                 Mind you, we almost lost it when
                 Mary Queen of Scots came to the
                 throne.  I'm not quite sure whether
                 the seventh earl, Sir Hector, was
                 for or against Mary.  I rather fancy
                 he just didn't like being told what
                 to do.  A bit of a devil, old Hector.
                 One of the black sheep of the family,
                 you know.  Speaking of which...

       Maitland takes out a silver flask and unscrews its top, which
       is a little cup.

                             MAITLAND
                 Care to join me in a drink, Professor?
                 Just the thing to keep the chill at
                 bay.  Medicinal purposes, you might
                 say.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 In that case, don't mind if I do.

                             MAITLAND
                 And your good wife?

                             ABIGAIL
                 I shall abstain, thank you, Sir
                 Hillary.

                             MAITLAND
                 Miss Lyle?

                             KATE
                 Thank you, no.

       Maitland pours a full cup and passes it to Carruthers.  They
       salute and drink.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 As fine a malt as I've ever tasted.

                             MAITLAND
                 Can't get the stuff in London, you
                 know.  The Scots refuse to let it
                 out of the country.  They're a canny
                 bunch.  They guard their secrets
                 jealously.

                             ABIGAIL
                 But aren't you Scottish, Sir Hillary?

                             MAITLAND
                 Indeed I am.  Don't let the English
                 public school accent fool you, Mrs.
                 Carruthers, I'm as Scottish as the
                 malt whisky in this flask.  They
                 tried to beat it out of me at Eton
                 but I'm afraid they didn't quite
                 succeed.

       They laugh.  Kate smiles.

                             ABIGAIL
                 My husband tells me you're due to be
                 married soon?

                             MAITLAND
                 Indeed I am.  We're going to live at
                 the castle.  The old family home has
                 lain empty for too long.  I'm going
                 to revitalize the estate.  Introduce
                 hunting and fishing.  Of course,
                 there is the problem of where my
                 guests are going to stay.  Which is
                 precisely the point of this expedition
                 of ours, hmm?

       Carruthers chuckles and sips his drink, Abigail smiles.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Kate looks up as a shadow darkens the carriage.  Dark clouds
       roll across the sky, obliterating the sun.  The bright, clear
       day turns bleak.


       EXT. BRIDGE - DAY

       The road leads to a hump-backed bridge that fords a deep
       stream.

       On the other side of the bridge, the road continues toward a
       stone gateway guarded by a matching pair of snarling stone
       lions mounted on pillars.


       EXT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Abercrombie guides the carriage toward the bridge.  But as
       they draw near the horses rear up, refusing to cross.


       EXT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       The sudden stop makes everyone lurch.  Carruthers spills a
       precious drop of his malt.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 What a tragedy!

       Maitland thrusts his head out the window and shouts--

                             MAITLAND
                 What the devil's going on,
                 Abercrombie?


       EXT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       Abercrombie lashes the horses with his whip until they haul
       the carriage over the bridge, unwillingly.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       After some shaking, the carriage regains its equilibrium.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Horses have a natural fear of water.
                 Nothing to worry about.

       But Maitland isn't so sure.  He turns to the window to hide
       his uncertainty, then realizes Kate is watching him.  He
       forces an uneasy smile.


       EXT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Abercrombie steers toward the lion-guarded gateway.  The
       horses are skittish and nervous, but they keep going.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       As the carriage approaches the gateway Kate stares at the
       snarling lion statue on her side.


       EXT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       The carriage passes through the gateway.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Kate cranes her neck and looks back at the receding lion
       statue.

                             MAITLAND
                 Those charming fellows appear on the
                 family crest.  Very dramatic.  The
                 addition of a lion to one's coat of
                 arms is an honor that can only be
                 granted by the monarch.

                             ABIGAIL
                 How fascinating, Sir Hillary.  I had
                 no idea.

                             KATE
                 Are they the "beasts" that people
                 speak of?

       Maitland stares at her.  Abigail laughs, a mocking sound.

                             ABIGAIL
                 How witty you are, Miss Lyle.

       Kate is thoroughly confused.

                             MAITLAND
                 I assume you're referring to "the
                 Beast's Lair"?  Unfortunately the
                 name is uncomplimentary, and has
                 very little to do with lions.

                             ABIGAIL
                 Or any other four-legged creatures.

                             KATE
                 I'm afraid I don't understand.

                             MAITLAND
                 The name refers to one of my
                 ancestors, Miss Lyle, though I'm not
                 entirely sure which one.  There are
                 so many MacCarragh beasts to choose
                 from...

       Kate realizes she's made a social faux pas.

                             KATE
                 If I have said anything amiss, your
                 lordship, I do apologize.

                             MAITLAND
                 Think nothing of it.  Sir Hillary,
                 please.  Call me Sir Hillary.

       Abigail's smug smile is anything but friendly.


       EXT. WOODS / CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       The road enters thick WOODS.  Birds sing, insects click and
       buzz.  The sounds of Nature.

       Shadows play over the carriage and its passengers.  Daylight
       dims further as high tree branches stretch across the road.
       The clatter of hoofbeats and creaking wheels fades.  The
       sounds of Nature are silenced.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Maitland and Abigail converse with each other but Kate doesn't
       hear what they're saying, she moves in an utterly silent
       world.  She looks around in wonder.  Abigail laughs but
       without sound.


       EXT. WOODS / CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Kate leans out the window.  Seen through overhead branches,
       dark clouds scud across the sky, moving too quickly.

       The carriage kicks up a cloud of leaves.  Wind whips through
       the tunnel of trees, stirring the leaves into a blizzard.
       The horses panic.

       Abercrombie is half-blinded as he pulls on the reins to
       control the frightened horses.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       The wind howls through the carriage.  Abigail's bonnet tips
       over her face.  Kate leans out the window and squints into
       the storm.


       EXT. WOODS / CARRIAGE - DAY

       The carriage stops.  The wind wheezes like an old man with
       chest problems, sucking and blowing wetly.  The carriage is
       caught in a miniature hurricane.  Abercrombie throws up his
       arm to cover his face.


       INT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       The wind whips Kate's hair, she's frightened but fascinated
       at the same time.


       EXT. WOODS / CARRIAGE - DAY

       The wind dies as suddenly as it came.  The last leaves fall
       to the ground.  The sounds of Nature return.  Suddenly
       everything's normal again.


       INT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       Abigail straightens her bonnet, brushes leaves off her coat.

                             MAITLAND
                 You must remember we're at a much
                 higher clime, Mrs. Carruthers.
                 Unfortunately this means we are
                 subject to the capricious whims of
                 Nature.

                             ABIGAIL
                 So it would seem!

       Carruthers pats her hand and chuckles, but Abigail is far
       from amused.


       EXT. WOODS / CARRIAGE - DAY

       Abercrombie jiggles the reins, the carriage moves off.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

                             MAITLAND
                 Ah, we're off again.

       He checks his fob watch, snaps the lid shut.

                             MAITLAND
                 We're making good time.


       EXT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       The carriage leaves the woods behind.  The road passes through
       moorland, empty and lonely.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

                             MAITLAND
                 I think the rain's going to hold off
                 for a while.  What do you think,
                 Miss Lyle?

                             KATE
                 I think we should turn back.

       Maitland stares at her.

                             ABIGAIL
                 Why ever would you say such a thing?

       Kate lowers her gaze, apologetic.

                             KATE
                 Forgive me, I have again spoken out
                 of turn.

                             MAITLAND
                 I asked you what you thought.  You
                 told me.  There is no need for
                 apology.

                             KATE
                 Nonetheless...

                             ABIGAIL
                 You still have not explained yourself,
                 Miss Lyle.  Why should you wish to
                 turn back?

       Abigail's suspicion grows.

                             ABIGAIL
                 Are we to assume you are playing the
                 medium, foreseeing dark visions that
                 lie ahead?

       Abigail chuckles, mocking her -- Kate flinches and turns
       away, unable to look at them.

       The carriage shudders to a stop.  Abercrombie's whip CRACKS,
       again and again.  The carriage doesn't move.

                             MAITLAND
                 What's wrong now?

       Maitland opens the door and climbs out.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Might as well stretch the old legs,
                 what?

       Carruthers opens his door and climbs out his side.


       EXT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       Maitland and Carruthers join Abercrombie who has climbed
       down and is inspecting the wheels.  Both wheels on this side
       are sunk into mud.

                             MAITLAND
                 What's the problem, Abercrombie?

                             ABERCROMBIE
                 Stuck fast in the mud, your lordship.
                 Thick as tar.  She won't budge.


       INT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       Kate looks out her window, up at the sky.


       EXT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       Shadows pass quickly over the carriage.  Maitland, Carruthers
       and Abercrombie don't notice as they inspect the wheels.


       INT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       Kate stares at the clouds.  They're moving too fast across
       the sky.

       A faint SKIRL OF BAGPIPES in the far distance.  Kate tilts
       her head and looks around, trying to guess its origin.
       Abigail looks at her, puzzled.


       EXT. CARRIAGE - DAY

                             MAITLAND
                 Only one thing for it, really.  Would
                 you mind taking the reins, Professor?

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Right-ho.

       Carruthers climbs up into the driver's seat, lifts the reins
       and readies the whip.


       INT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       Kate opens the door and climbs out.

                             ABIGAIL
                 You'd best remain here, Miss Lyle.
                 Stay out of the way--

       But Kate's gone.  Abigail tuts in frustration.


       EXT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       Maitland and Abercrombie get their shoulders under the
       carriage frame.

                             MAITLAND
                 I shall count to three...

       Kate squeezes between them, ready to push along with them.
       Maitland grins at her.  She grins back.


       INT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       Abigail leans out the window and is shocked by Kate's wanton
       behavior.  She fans herself.


       EXT. CARRIAGE - DAY

                             MAITLAND
                 Do be careful, Miss Lyle.  Let's not
                 take a bath in this mud.  Ready?
                 One... two... HEAVE!

       They push for all they're worth.  Carruthers CRACKS the whip
       and the horses drag the wagon forward, out of the mud.

       Maitland slips and almost falls headlong.  Kate catches his
       arm and steadies him.

                             MAITLAND
                 Thank you for your assistance, Miss
                 Lyle.

       Kate's pleased and shy at the same time.  Maitland claps
       Abercrombie's shoulder.

                             MAITLAND
                 Well done Abercrombie, good man!

       Kate looks across the moor, as if she's seen or heard
       something.

                             MAITLAND
                 Miss Lyle?

       Wisps of mist float across the moor but nothing else can be
       seen.  That SKIRL OF BAGPIPES reaches her again.  So faint
       as to be almost imaginary, on the edge of perception.

                             KATE
                 Is it not curious, Sir Hillary?

                             MAITLAND
                 Curious?

                             KATE
                 A piper, playing in the middle of
                 nowhere.

       The bagpipes cut off abruptly.  Maitland looks blank.

                             KATE
                 Did you not hear him?  The piper?

                             ABERCROMBIE
                 What's that?

                             KATE
                 I heard a piper.

       Maitland looks at Abercrombie, who scowls at this madness.

                             KATE
                 At least I thought I did...

                             MAITLAND
                 The wind can play tricks, Miss Lyle.
                 Think nothing of it.  When I was in
                 Egypt, a dreadful drumbeat kept us
                 awake all night.  We didn't know
                 what to make of it.  In the morning
                 our native guides told us it was
                 just the wind, moving the sand dunes.
                 At first we didn't believe them.
                 But they were right.

       Kate realizes her shoes are caked with mud.  She scrapes
       them against the carriage wheel.

       Carruthers climbs down and passes the whip to Abercrombie.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Served in India myself.  Had the
                 most marvellous time.  Jewel of the
                 Crown, and well named.


       INT. CARRIAGE - DAY

       Kate climbs aboard and sits beside Abigail.

                             ABIGAIL
                 That was a fine exhibition you made
                 of yourself.

                             KATE
                 I only wanted to help...

                             ABIGAIL
                 Like as not you hindered.  A lady
                 would not draw attention to herself
                 in such an unseemly manner.

                             KATE
                 Sir Hillary thanked me.

                             ABIGAIL
                 He was being polite.  Do you wish to
                 be regarded as a lowly servant girl
                 fit only for pushing carriages out
                 of the mud?

                             KATE
                 My mother was a servant.

                             ABIGAIL
                 Let's speak no more of it.

       Maitland and Carruthers climb aboard.  Again Maitland checks
       his fob watch, and snaps the lid shut.

                             MAITLAND
                 Could have been worse!  Only a few
                 minutes lost.

       Maitland smiles at Kate but she avoids his gaze.


       EXT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Abercrombie cracks his whip and the carriage moves off.

       Ahead, the road runs through sparsely wooded countryside.

       Abercrombie looks up at the darkening skies overhead.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Kate gazes out the window, lost in thought.

                             MAITLAND
                 Would you consent to such a thing,
                 Miss Lyle?

       Kate starts in surprise.  They're looking at her, waiting
       for an answer.

                             KATE
                 I beg your pardon?

                             MAITLAND
                 I asked whether you might consent to
                 holding a seance once we reach the
                 castle.

       This is the last thing Kate wants.  But she says--

                             KATE
                 I shall make the attempt, if that is
                 your wish.

                             ABIGAIL
                 You seem uncertain, Miss Lyle.

                             KATE
                 There can be no guarantees, Mrs.
                 Carruthers.

                             ABIGAIL
                 I thought it was simple enough.  You
                 close your eyes and say, "Is there
                 anybody there?" and a ghost steps
                 forward to say "Hello."  Isn't that
                 how it's supposed to work?

       Kate stares at Abigail with such intensity that Abigail
       becomes unnerved for a moment.

                             ABIGAIL
                 Oh come now Miss Lyle, there's no
                 need to pretend you've been insulted.
                 Or do you truly expect us to believe
                 you can speak with the dead?

       Kate loses her anger and shrinks from the confrontation,
       unable to meet their curious gazes.

       Abigail smiles at Carruthers.  The girl is obviously a fake!
       Carruthers nods in sage agreement.

       Maitland frowns and looks away, lost in his own thoughts.


       EXT. SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS - DAY

       Dark clouds race across the sky.  Daylight begins to fail.
       Shadows gather and spread over the land.


       EXT. ROAD - CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Abercrombie looks ahead.  Mist lies across the road.  The
       horses grow nervous.  Abercrombie urges them on.

       The carriage wheels roll through a carpet of mist.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Kate looks out the window.  Maitland leans out and looks
       ahead.


       EXT. MISTY ROAD - CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       In slow motion the carriage enters a swirling sea of mist.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Abigail looks around in surprise at the enveloping mist.

                             MAITLAND
                 There is no cause for alarm, Mrs.
                 Carruthers.

                             ABIGAIL
                 I am surprised, Sir Hillary, not
                 alarmed.  I was raised on the coast.
                 I've seen fog rolling in from the
                 sea to swallow ships and sometimes
                 entire villages.  I did not expect
                 to find the same thing here.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Are we close to the sea?

                             MAITLAND
                 We're some miles inland, Professor.
                 It's a feature of the moors.  As
                 soon as the temperature begins to
                 fall...


       EXT. MISTY ROAD - CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Abercrombie peers ahead.  The mist smothers everything.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       The sounds of hoofbeats and wheels fade to silence.

       Kate looks at Maitland and Abigail.  Maitland says something,
       Abigail replies.  Their lips move but Kate can't hear them.

       Metal CLINKS against metal, Kate jerks round.  There's nothing
       out there but mist.  But she can hear HORSES and MARCHING
       MEN and the CREAK of cannon wheels over a background of muted
       BAGPIPES AND DRUMS.  The sounds of a Highland army on the
       march across the moor.

       The shadowy figure of a RIDER ON HORSEBACK appears alongside
       the carriage, cloaked by the mist.  The Rider wears a long
       coat and a cloth bonnet with three eagle feathers.  His
       shadowed face cannot be seen.

       Kate can hardly breathe.  She looks around, panicked.  No
       one else is aware, just her.

       The Rider disappears into the mist leaving an echo of dull
       HOOFBEATS.  The sound of the MARCHING ARMY passes by and
       fades, taking its BAGPIPES AND DRUMS with it.

       Normal sound returns, the carriage's CREAKING wheels,
       conversation--

                             MAITLAND
                 --Trapped on the moors.  That's not
                 as awful as it sounds.  As long as
                 one finds shelter, somewhere dry to
                 spend the night--

       Kate turns away from them, breathless and stunned.  They
       don't know.  They didn't hear a thing.

       The coach shudders to a stop.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Surely we're not stopping again?

                             MAITLAND
                 We could leave the road and lose a
                 wheel before we know it.  The problem
                 is, you see, the mist might not clear
                 tonight.  There's a lantern under
                 your seat, Professor, if you'd be so
                 kind?

       Carruthers looks under his seat, finds an unlit lantern,
       passes it over.

                             MAITLAND
                 I rather fancy I'll have to walk on
                 ahead.  Light the way, so to speak.
                 Make sure we don't take a tumble off
                 the road.

                             ABIGAIL
                 Do be careful, Sir Hillary.

       Maitland climbs out, pausing to look at Kate.  Her attention
       is on the mist, and the moor beyond.

                             MAITLAND
                 Never fear, Miss Lyle.  We shall be
                 there soon enough.


       EXT. MISTY ROAD - CARRIAGE - DAY

       Maitland strikes a Lucifer and fires his lantern.  Abercrombie
       already has a lantern lit, and hangs this from a hook on the
       seat.

                             ABERCROMBIE
                 Would you rather take the reins,
                 your lordship?

                             MAITLAND
                 You're a far better driver,
                 Abercrombie.  Slowly, now.

       Maitland walks on ahead, holding his lantern high.  The mist
       closes around him.  Abercrombie jerks the reins and the
       carriage moves after him.


       EXT. MISTY ROAD - DAY

       Maitland walks at a measured pace, holding the lantern high.
       He looks back.  The carriage lantern is just visible.  The
       HOOFBEATS and HARNESS JINGLE are muted.  Around him, the
       mist is a solid curtain.


       EXT. MISTY ROAD - CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Abercrombie can't see Maitland any more.  Only his lantern
       light is visible, a firefly in the mist.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Kate looks out the window.  Abigail studies her.

                             ABIGAIL
                 You seem distracted, Miss Lyle.

       No response, Abigail frowns.

                             ABIGAIL
                 Are we to continue our journey in
                 silence?

       Kate realizes Abigail is speaking to her.

                             KATE
                 I beg your pardon, I--

                             ABIGAIL
                 Sir Hillary is no longer with us.
                 You need not continue with your
                 pretense.

       Carruthers looks from Abigail to Kate, mildly amused.

       Kate jerks with surprise as a bell CLANGS.  It seems to come
       from every direction.  The ECHO hangs in the air, reluctant
       to die.  Abigail and Carruthers don't react!

                             ABIGAIL
                 Is something ailing, you, Miss Lyle?

                             KATE
                 Where is it coming from?

                             ABIGAIL
                 I'm sure I don't know what you're
                 talking about.

       The bell CLANGS again, louder and closer than before.

       The Highland army MARCHES through the mist, unseen but very
       definitely heard -- but only by Kate who looks round in a
       panic.  Abigail watches Kate without emotion.

       The bell CLANGS a third time, deafeningly loud.  Kate claps
       her hands over her ears and screws her eyes shut.  Abigail
       speaks but her words are lost in the din of the bell.

       With agonizing slowness the noise fades, leaving Kate drained
       and gasping and slumped in her seat.

       Carruthers looks at Abigail, who shrugs.

       Kate hears approaching footsteps, turns to look out -- and
       SCREAMS as an OLD SCOTSMAN leans into the carriage, his scowl
       and his unkempt beard making him ferocious.  Carruthers lifts
       his walking-stick.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Step back, sir, or you'll feel my
                 stick, I promise you!

                             OLD SCOTSMAN
                 Do ye no' hear the bell?

       Kate stares at him, wide-eyed.  He heard it too!

                             OLD SCOTSMAN
                 This road leads to one place and one
                 place only.  The lair of the Beast!

       Carruthers lurches for the door but the Old Scotsman steps
       down and away from the carriage.

                             OLD SCOTSMAN
                 Heed the bell.  Heed the bell and
                 turn back afore it's too late!

       He retreats back into the mist and disappears.  Carruthers
       peers into the mist.  Nothing.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 The scoundrel's shown his heels.
                 Just as well for him.

                             ABIGAIL
                 That was very brave of you, Henry.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 Nonsense, had to be done, old girl.

       Maitland emerges from the mist a little disoriented, going
       the wrong way, not even noticing the carriage.

                             ABIGAIL
                 Sir Hillary!

       Maitland sees them and adjusts his course.  He looks in the
       window.

                             ABIGAIL
                 Thank goodness you're here Sir
                 Hillary!

                             MAITLAND
                 Is something wrong?

                             CARRUTHERS
                 A vagabond just accosted Miss Lyle.

                             MAITLAND
                 Good heavens.

       Maitland looks around, puzzled.

                             CARRUTHERS
                 He ran off before I could lay my
                 stick across his back.  I'll wager
                 we won't see him again.

                             MAITLAND
                 Are you all right, Miss Lyle?

                             KATE
                 I am well.

                             MAITLAND
                 What on earth did he want?

                             KATE
                 He spoke of a bell.

                             MAITLAND
                 A bell?

       Maitland looks at Abigail who gives a little shrug.

                             KATE
                 He said we should turn back.  Before
                 it is too late.

       Maitland looks at Abigail for verification.

                             ABIGAIL
                 I could barely understand the man,
                 his accent was incomprehensible.

                             MAITLAND
                 A poacher, no doubt.  That's something
                 I'll soon put a stop to.  I won't
                 have anyone bothering my guests.  I
                 apologize for this incident, Miss
                 Lyle.  I'm sure he meant you no harm.

       Kate nods, visibly shaken.  Maitland moves away from the
       window and speaks with Abercrombie, their voices MUTED by
       the mist.  Maitland returns and climbs into the carriage.

                             MAITLAND
                 The mist is thinning up ahead.
                 Abercrombie can see the road.  We'll
                 make better time now.


       EXT. SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS - SUNSET

       The sun dips behind the mountains, casting blackest shadows
       across the land.


       EXT. MISTY ROAD - CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       The mist is indeed thinning as Abercrombie urges the horses
       on.  Night creeps up behind them.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Kate slumps in her seat, staring out the window as if in a
       trance.  Disconnected from her companions.

       Maitland watches her, concerned.

       KATE'S POV - the darkening countryside changes.  Flowers
       vanish, trees become twisted and skeletal.  Living green
       turns to dead grey as life is sucked from the land.


       EXT. HILL ROAD - CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       The road inclines upward.  The horses lean into their task,
       pulling the carriage uphill.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

                             MAITLAND
                 You'll be pleased to know we're very
                 nearly there.

       Pleased smiles from Abigail and Carruthers, no reaction from
       Kate.


       EXT. HILLY ROAD - CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       The horses shy from the road ahead, wanting to turn back.
       Abercrombie furiously whips them, urging them on.  There's
       only minutes of daylight left.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Maitland grows tense and impatient.


       EXT. HILLY ROAD - CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Abercrombie lashes his horses mercilessly.  They reluctantly
       go on.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Kate stirs from her lethargy and looks out the window.


       EXT. CASTLE MACCARRAGH - DAY

       Rearing out of the mist, a square keep with towers on either
       side, surrounded by crumbling walls.  An ancient, brooding
       monument.

       Upper windows reflect the last blood-red rays of the dying
       sunset -- become malevolent eyes that look down at the
       approaching intruders.


       INT. CARRIAGE (MOVING) - DAY

       Kate stares at the castle with rising trepidation.

       Swirling mist blots the castle out, taking with it the last
       hint of daylight.

       Kate slumps in her seat, gasping for breath.


       EXT. GATEWAY - CARRIAGE (MOVING) - NIGHT

       The mist parts to reveal a doorless gap in the broken wall,
       once a fortified gateway.

       The horses shy away, screaming.  Abercrombie lashes them
       with his whip, forcing them on.


       EXT. CASTLE COURTYARD - NIGHT

       The carriage rolls in through the gateway.


       EXT. CASTLE ENTRANCE - NIGHT

       Stone lions sit on either side of the pointed arch doorway.
       A stone heraldic shield is set above the door, weathered and
       unreadable.  The lions watch impassively as the carriage
       rolls up and stops.

                                                      06/06
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