Title: "Historias Del Pasado"
Written by: Kristi
19, 2004; May 3, 7, 2004; June 23-25, 2004; July 1, 3, 25, 2004
Air Date: September 20, 2004
Series: FRVS - Episode #126
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series. We have warped them and given them a common past, immature behavior
and a sense of humor. Any horrid behavior should not be mimicked in
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goes to Mexico to visit Monica’s Grandmama.
EXT. DIRT PATH – MORNING
The blazing sun radiates down on Brad
Follmer as he walks up the dusty dirt road. Monica had advised him,
before disappearing, never to drive a car up to her Grandmama’s home.
Brad respects these wishes, despite being completely exhausted from
hiking up hill for the past hour.
He stops in the middle of the dirt path
to rest again, swinging his backpack around his shoulder to retrieve
his bottle of water. Brad takes a large mouthful and swallows it.
Despite having lost it’s cool, the water still refreshes him from
the late March heat.
Brad puts the water back into his backpack
and looks up to the sun. His eyes squint at the late morning light.
He fumbles around in his jean pockets
and retrieves a folded piece of paper. Monica had written him directions
to her Grandmama’s home a month before she disappeared: “Just in case”
she had told him. Perhaps she knew something bad would happen.
At the time, Brad didn’t think of her
warning as anything. Now, knowing what he knows, he wishes he could
go back in time and find a way to prevent what has happened. Every
time he thinks about it, he wishes he never would’ve gone up to New
York. He could’ve been there to help Monica and John from Alex Krycek,
and whatever events led to Monica and Dana to disappear, never would’ve
If he would have stayed in D.C., Monica
would be with him as he visits her family.
Brad lets out a sigh. There’s no use in
lingering on the “what ifs” of the past, they won’t help the future.
Brad looks down at the piece of paper
he holds in his hands. Out here, there are no street names to help
with navigation. Structures and landmarks are the only means to navigate,
along with the sky above and the stars at night. This isn’t the ideal
way for Brad to navigate, but Monica had assured him it was the only
She was right.
He looks up from the paper and spots an
oddly shaped rock ahead of him. The rock matches a drawing in the
Thank you for not driving
the car to my home, Bradley.
Brad looks up and to his left when he
hears the thick accent of Monica’s Grandmama. Grandmama stands on
top of a little hill, smiling down at him. Brad smiles up at her.
Monica warned me never to do that.
Grandmama smiles at Brad s he makes hi
way up the hill to reach her. Her long dark hair is braided down her
back. She’s wearing a yellow dress that compliments her wise brown
Smart girl. (beat) You didn’t
park your car at the little
town at the bottom of the
canyon, did you?
Brad stands before her, as he pulls out
his bottle of water again.
I did. Why?
He takes a drink.
(mysterious/up to something)
Oh nothing... It might not
be there when you get back.
Brad’s eyes widen.
Crazy thieves will come take
it, and you’ll have to ride
my mule all the way back to D.C.
After a moment to allow Brad to panic,
Grandmama smiles at him.
She laughs as Brad relaxes.
A mule? Really?
Yes. His name is Toby.
He is magnificent animal.
She smiles at him.
I will walk with you the
rest of the way. My home
is not far now.
Grandmama wraps her arm through his and
walks with him the rest of the way.
SMALL TIME CUT TO:
EXT. GRANDMAMA’S HOME
Grandmama’s home rests at the edge of
a cliff, overlooking a deep canyon. Her home is small and made of
all natural elements of the land. Off to the side of her home is a
small wooden pen where her mule, Toby, stays at night. During the
day, Toby is free to roam around as he pleases. Grandmama knows he
will always come back.
The front of her home is simple. Two windows
on either side of her wooden door. A wooden chair sits in front, next
to a few flower pots and plants. On the chair rests a clay ocarina
Grandmama and Brad walk up to her home.
She goes over to a basket by her door and picks it up. The basket
is heavily filled with fresh vegetables.
Let me help you with that.
Brad goes over to her, despite the fatigue
he’s fighting and offers his help.
Oh no. I’m fine. I may be
old woman, but I’m tough.
She smiles at him with a twinkle in her
Oh, who am I kidding?
You are strong man.
She happily hands Brad the heavy basket.
He takes it, and slightly leans forward. The weight was more than
he thought. Grandmama smiles at him.
She opens her door and allows him in first.
She follows behind him.
The interior of her home is spacious and
neat. Every item seems to be placed a certain way to help the atmosphere
feel free and light. The home is made up of five comfortable rooms:
living area, kitchen, bathroom, and two bedrooms.
The living room has a homemade wooden
couch and chair that surround a wooden table. The couch faces an external
brick fireplace that rests against a wall. Each brick has a name engraved
on it from those who helped built it. Brad notices one with Monica’s
younger handwriting on it.
Off to the left of the living room are
the two bedrooms and bathroom.
Grandmama leads Brad to the back of the
home and into her kitchen.
You may set the basket on the
table for me. (beat) I will
make a “Reyes Salad” for us.
Brad sets the basket on the wooden table.
He looks around the kitchen.
Everything is how Monica described it
to him. The old table that sits in the middle of the kitchen. The
sunlight beams in from the small window in front of the sink.
Each tile of the floor has been hand painted
by a member of the family. Some tiles have faded from the many years
they have been here. Others are bright and vibrant in color from the
more recent years.
Brad takes a seat at the table and looks
at the tiles. Monica had told him about the tiles, and how when she
was a little girl she never finished her tile. Only half was completed.
When he asked her why, she simply shrugged her shoulders. Brad figured
she knew why, but it would remain one of her many charming mysteries.
Unknown to Brad, but Grandmama is watching
him as if she knows his thoughts. She quietly bends down and picks
up one of the tiles from the ground. She sets it on the table in front
of Brad. His eyes look at the unfinished tile.
He picks up the tile.
Do you really need me to
answer when you already know?
Brad looks up at her and she smiles. She
goes back over to her counter and starts to chop the vegetables to
make her “Reyes Salad”.
Brad looks back at the tile. The tile
possesses so much of Monica’s soul. She had painted small daisies
at the bottom of the tile. The edge of the tile is bordered with a
light blue weaving boarder, as if it were a ribbon intertwined with
another for eternity.
How old was she when she made this?
Five years old.
Brad looks back at the tile.
For a five year old, she certainly knew
what she was doing.
She had started painting a sunset, which
he guessed could only be seen here. The sun set is incomplete and
white spaces are left where they shouldn’t be.
There is a small house that she also left
unfinished. The house has no windows or doors, only an outline. She
had started to paint a white picket fence around it, and Brad can
almost make out what looks like it could be a dog house in the front
Monica had also started to draw something
in the foreground of her tile that looks as if it could be a ring
with “eternal” written on it. However, her tile remains incomplete.
Brad sets the tile down on the table and
looks up at Grandmama. She is still chopping vegetables.
You’re not surprised
that I’m here.
I knew you were coming.
She looks back at him with a sly grin.
Would you like something to drink?
Brad is about to respond, but she stops
No wait, don’t answer. (beat)
I know just what you want.
Brad smiles as he watches her retrieve
a tea cup from the cupboard.
You have been walking in
the heat for a long time.
(beat) I will make you a
special “Reyes Drink”.
Brad laughs inside as he watches Grandmama
make the special “Reyes Drink”. There’s nothing unique about it, and
he knows it. Monica had made him numerous Reyes Meals and Drinks in
the past. There was nothing different, but that was part of the Reyes
Grandmama sets the tear cup in front of
Tell me. How does it taste?
Brad takes a sip and nods his head in
The best I’ve ever had.
He smiles up at her.
So, what makes this-
-A “Reyes Drink”?
Brad nods, not surprised she’s able to
finish his question.
If I told you, it would
ruin it’s charm.
She smiles at him slyly.
You know this.
She turns back to her vegetables.
(after a beat)
You know why I’m here.
Monica had told him her Grandmama was
a psychic, but he had always been a little skeptical. He sips his
(not missing a beat)
You came to tell me that Monica
is dead. (beat) But you also know
that I know the truth about what
She looks back at him and smiles at his
Don’t look so surprised, Bradly.
She brings two bowls of Reyes Salad to
the table and smiles at him with a twinkle in her eyes. She sits across
the table from him.
How is Monica’s Papá?
Out of the hospital, but still
made at Carlos over the whole
Chino thing. (beat) But you
already knew that.
Brad smiles at her. Grandmama nods her
an affirmation as she eats her salad.
He didn’t accept what
happened to Monica.
No one does. (beat) Her
Papá had a message for Monica?
He wanted to tell her he was
sorry for his outburst and
that it is all right for her
to marry me. (beat) I didn’t
know she told them about me.
She told them the day
before she went missing.
Brad nods his head.
That explains how Isabella
knew me on the phone.
Monica’s father told me he didn’t
Mean to yell at her. He just kept
Seeing her as the little Monica with braids.
His “brush with death” made him
realize that she’s grown up.
He’s afraid he won’t be
loved. (beat) I see you
have a cut on your hand.
Brad looks down at his right hand.
That was Carlos.
Brad smiles at Grandmama.
I don’t think he likes me.
He does. He won’t admit
it now, but he does.
I hope so.
He sets his fork down in his bowl. Grandmama
looks at him. He’s a fast eater.
Would you like a tour?
We’ll start with the living room.
She happily gets up and goes into her living
room. Brad follows.
Did you know that everything I
own has been made from the earth?
I don’t need to go out and buy
anything. This is why my home is
so special to me. (beat) Everyone
has contributed to my home. Like the
tiles in the kitchen floor, and the
bricks of my fireplace.
She goes over to her fireplace.
Each brick was made by a
family member. This is why
their names are on it. (beat)
My home will always symbolize
the love and closeness a family has.
That’s good you have a close
family. (beat) These paintings...
Brad points to a few paintings on the walls.
Are they family as well?
Si. (beat) You see this one.
Grandmama goes over and takes an old painting
off the wall. It’s of a young girl standing next to a bull. She’s
dressed as Matador.
This is me when I
was fifteen years old.
She hands the painting to Brad.
You were a Matador?
Yes. I was the only
woman to do it.
She smiles at him with a big grin.
She takes a second painting off the wall.
This one was done around the same time as the first. In this painting
she’s wearing a black and red Paso Doble dress with gold decorations,
and in her hand is an elegant fighting sword.
This is of me with my Great-
fighting sword. The same sword
he used in 1846 to fight
in the Mexican War.
She looks at Brad, her eyes wide with
excitement, remembering a time in her life.
I came from a poor family in
Spain, and I helped my family
earn money by fighting bulls
at governmental parties.
Would you believe me if I told
you I won a great battle against
a powerful Spaniard? (beat) A
battle of freedom and love...
FADE TO BLACK:
“DANCE OF THE BULL”
The large coliseum is packed full of spectators.
The entire crowd is cheering wildly. Down below inside the ring is
Carmen Isabel (aka: Grandmama) at fifteen. She stands in the center,
in full concentration. Her red cloth gracefully held behind her back.
Her long brown hair tired into a tight bun.
(excited as if in the moment)
I am fifteen years old and to
this day, I remain the most
feared Matador to all the bulls.
In front of her, locked in a holding cage,
is a gigantic bull. Scratching his hooves on the ground, snarling
to get out and attack his opponent.
The bull is released and the crowd goes
crazy. Money is exchanged as people bet for or against young Grandmama.
The bull charges at her, but she does
not move an inch. Her eyes follow the bull, knowing it’s every move.
Her eyes make contact with the bull’s. The bull stops and lets out
hot breath, causing dust to fly up from the ground.
I do not fear him and I wait
for him to fear me. Everything
that I do, every move I make,
is planed for the ultimate end.
The crowd is roaring, but she does not
hear them. She is in complete concentration. The large bull in front
of her hooves at the ground.
Gracefully, she whips out her red cloth
to allow the bull to charge. The crowd roars in excitement as the
bull charges towards her, following her choreographed movement.
Step by step, her “dance” is executed
to perfection. She performs her final strike on the bull, killing
the defenseless creature. The crowd roars as she stands above her
kill. She is unharmed.
I did not even break into a sweat.
(beat) My talent of bull fighting
traveled fast, and I performed for
the most powerful leaders of Spain.
I became their entertainment, and for
a good some of money. Money I gave
entirely to my family.
Young Grandmama stands among the Officials
and Leaders of Spain, wearing the Paso Doble dress from the painting
in her living room.
To insure that I would live a
good life, my father had arranged
for me to marry a very powerful
main in the Spanish government.
An old, large man comes up and stands next
to her, as if she is his token, his property that he shows off. Young
Grandmama glares at him with hatred as he talks to his political friends.
I did not like this man. I hated
to be his arm piece. (beat) He
thought he could own me and that
I would listen to everything he had
to say. (beat) But that night... as
I stood there next to him, I had a vision.
Young Grandmama’s eyes lower, and she
scrunches her forehead as an immense pain strikes her head. She shuts
her eyes, allowing what is happening to her to happen.
DISSOLVE TO BLACK:
We slowly fade into Grandmama’s vision...
She is on the dance floor of the ballroom she is in. She is dancing
with someone, but can’t make him out. The old Spaniard comes up behind
her and stabs her with his sword.
In my life, I have always had
visions of future events. And
in this vision, I saw my own death.
Young Grandmama falls to the ground and
lies in her own pool of blood.
DISSOLVE BACK TO:
Young Grandmama looks at the old Spaniard
she is suppose to marry. Her knowing eyes watch him.
That night, I was going to
cheat my own death. I foresaw
what would happen, and I decided
I would not die. (beat) At fifteen
I was young and had a special power.
Young Grandmama’s eyes wander across the
ballroom and stop on a young English soldier. The same man she saw
in her vision.
As I looked at the man across the
room, I saw the beginning of my
new life. My second chance at life
was waiting for me. I knew at that
moment, I would not have to pretend
with the old Spaniard anymore. I was
going to disobey my father and my
own destiny. (beat) I would follow my heart.
Young Grandmama quietly excuses herself
from her betrothed fiancé and makes her way across the ballroom
to the young English soldier.
The soldier watches her as she comes over
to him. Their eyes lock, as if they know they are meant to be.
As I look into the eyes of this
man, I know he is the one I’d
marry. His name is Bram Pearson.
Without a word, Bram Pearson takes young
Grandmama’s hand and leads her onto the dance floor.
At this moment, I feel the change
in my life coming to me. I know
my moment is upon me, and I will
take control of my own destiny.
Bram and young Grandmama continue their
dance on the dance floor, and forgetting their surroundings, Bram
leans in and kisses her. The powerful Spaniard Grandmama was supposed
to marry watches them. He becomes furious and charges towards them,
pulling out his fighting sword.
Young Grandmama and Bram Pearson part
from their kiss. Young Grandmama looks behind Bram and sees the old
Spaniard coming towards them.
I do not fear him as he comes
up to us. (beat) I see him as
one of the bulls I fight. (beat)
The first of my visions did not
happen that night. I knew I should
come prepared to this ball. I was
not going to let him take my life,
or the life of one of my future husbands.
The old Spaniard approaches them and is
about to kill Bram, but young Grandmama pushes Bram out of the way.
Without missing a beat, she pulls her Great-great-great-grand Papa’s
sword out from the elegant ruffles of her dress. She blocks the Spaniard’s
first blow and glares right into his eyes. The Spaniard’s eyes go
wide, not expecting a young woman to stop him.
I hold my sword against his,
waiting for him to make the
next move. I glare into his
eyes, and I know he knows
this is his end.
The Spaniard pulls his sword away from
her and backs away. The whole room is watching them. The dance floor
clears so it’s only the two of them.
I eye him as he backs away. I
watch him like I watch the bulls.
I know his every move and can
anticipate his next. I do not
fear him, but he fears me.
They both stand apart from each other.
Both waiting for the other to make the next move. Young Grandmama
moves her sword into the fighting position, starting her choreographed
I choreograph our “dance” like I
do with the bulls. My sword is my
red cape, and I know once I reveal
it, he will charge.
Young Grandmama looks deep into the Spaniard’s
eyes as he charges after her... like the bull!
And like all men, he is the
impatient one and charges like a bull.
Young Grandmama patiently stands waiting
for him. He attacks her with all his might. With every strike he makes,
she blocks him. With one graceful movement, Grandmama slices a large
cut down the Spaniard’s arm. He quickly retreats, backing away from
her. She slowly follows him, as he trips to his feet.
She stands above him and looks into his
fearful eyes. She places her sharp blade to his neck. He shuts his
eyes, expecting death.
As I stand over this man, I
decide not to kill him. (beat)
He would expect that.
Young Grandmama smiles down at the Spaniard,
amused that he would give up so easily.
You think you are so powerful?
The Spaniard opens his eyes and looks
up at her.
YOUNG GRANDMAMA (CON’T)
Look at you. Cowering on the
ground with your useless life
in the hands of a young fifteen
year old girl. (beat) You are
a coward and are not fit to be
a leader of any government.
Young Grandmama removes her sword blade
from the Spaniards next and slowly backs away.
Killing you would only put you
out of the embarrassing misery
I leave you to live with. (beat)
Killing you would bring sympathy
to the rest of your life. Since I
will leave you to leave, you will
have to live the rest of your life
being called a coward. (beat) Let
this be a lesson learned that you
can not own anyone, and that you
should learn to watch your temper.
She smiles at him graciously and puts
her sword away. Young Grandmama walks over to Bram and wraps her arm
through his and they leave.
Needless to say, I angered this
powerful Spaniard. Bram and I
had to flee the country, leaving
behind my family.
EXT. SMALL CHAPEL – ENGLAND
Young Grandmama and Bram Pearson stand
in front of a priest. We see them both mouth off the words “I do”
We were married in his homeland,
where I became part of a new family.
Off their kiss...
INT. GRANDMAMA’S LIVING ROOM – PRESENT
Grandmama hangs the paintings back on
the wall. She turns and smiles at Brad.
You could really conceal
and carry a sword like
that in the ruffles of your dress?
Grandmama smiles at him with a twinkle
in her eye.
Of course I could.
She winks at him.
You called Bram “one of
your husbands”. If it was
true love when you first saw him...
Brad gives Grandmama a questioning look.
She smiles at him.
He died young. I still believe
he was my one true love. Even
after all the others.
Brad gives her another questioning look.
“All the others”? How many
times have you married?
Now Bradley, is that any
question to ask a woman?
Grandmama smiles at him slyly again.
I have been married five other times.
Yes. Not all of them died.
Some I just married for fun,
or I drank a little too much...
Brad cocks an eyebrow. He never would’ve
expected Grandmama to be a drinker... She smiles at him.
An old woman, like myself,
has been through many experiences.
It’s part of my charm, wisdom,
and life. This is why I
am qualified to give advice.
She smiles at him again.
Speaking of experience and life...
I have learned that everything
in life happens for a reason.
Think about it. In your life,
hasn’t everything happened for
a reason? Aren’t you happy? (beat)
Ignore right now that Monica is
not with you.
She smiles at him, and Brad nods his head.
Everything happens for a reason.
The good. The bad. Everything.
She looks deep into his eyes.
There will come a time, Bradley,
when Monica will need you to
know and understand certain
events that have happened to her.
(beat) Events that right now she
can not recall.
Brad listens, sensing the seriousness
in her voice.
Monica has a very special Gift. A
Gift that has just begun to come
through to her. One day, she will
recall a traumatic event that happened
in her life. (beat) I will tell you a
tale from the past. (beat) A tale of
the bloody little massacre of Corona, New Mexico...
FADE TO BLACK:
“THE BLOODY LITTLE MASSACRE
OF CORONA, NEW MEXICO”
INT. EASTERN NEW MEXICO MEDICAL CENTER
APRIL 25, 1968
A doctor and several nurses are rushing
a young woman down the clean white hallway. The young woman is in
labor. A man wearing a Sheriff’s uniform, including the hat, is helping
to get her into the delivery room. He holds her hand tightly as he
smiles down at her.
Monica was born into a happy family.
Her father, Alejandro Esteban de
Velázquez was the Sheriff of Corona.
(beat) Her mother, Carolina Amata de
Velázquez was an elementary school
teacher. (beat) This happy Mexican/American
couple started their new life together
in the spring of 1967. A few months
later they were blessed with the joyous
news: their new life together would
be welcoming a third member.
The doctor enters the delivery room and
everyone gets to work fast.
What they did not know was that
little Monica would be the happiest
surprise they would ever have.
The doctor holds up a little baby for
Carolina and Alejandro to see.
Congratulations! It’s a boy!
The doctor hands the baby boy to one of
the nurses and turns his attention back to Carolina and Alejandro.
He smiles happily, but his expression quickly changes to a shocked
Uh-oh! Looks like you’ll
need to push some more.
You see, the doctors did not
find little Monica because
she was hiding throughout
her mother’s pregnancy.
The doctor holds up a little baby girl
for her shocked parents to see. She does not scream, only cries; very
opposite of her twin brother.
She was the calmest little
baby the hospital had ever seen.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM
Alejandro and Carolina are holding their
babies. The little boy cries and kicks, and the little girl calmly
looks up into her parents eyes. She gives them a little smile, followed
by a giggle.
They named their twin babies Carlos
Mateo and Monica Isabella. (beat)
As you know, Monica has always been
into surprising people
TIME CUT TO:
EXT. SMALL HOUSE – DAY
Little Monica is hiding behind a garbage
can wearing her father’s Sheriff’s hat. She spies on little Carlos,
who is playing in the front yard with his toy trucks.
In 1971, at the age of three, Monica
continued her favorite pass time of
“surprises and hiding”.
Carlos continues to play by the white
picket fence that surrounds the house. Monica jumps out from behind
the garbage can. She hold sher hand in the form of a gun.
She runs up to Carlos and “arrests” him,
pretending to be like her father. Carlos doesn’t resist and plays
along with their fun game of “cops and robbers”.
Carolina and Alejandro watch Monica and
Carlos play. Monica comes up to them with Carlos.
Look Mommy! Look Daddy!
I’m a police man!
And I did bad!
Oh no. What did you do, Carlos?
Carlos looks to Monica. What did I do?
He uh... he...
Monica looks back at the front yard at
Carlos’ toy trucks.
He ran his truck over the fence!
Go along with it.
Carlos nods his head. Alejandro smiles
at them Carolina looks at the fence, as a haunting feeling washes
Unknown to Alejandro and Carolina,
but an evil that is more feared
than the devil himself was coming.
Coming to ruin their happy family.
INT. CORONA POLICE DEPARTMENT
Blood is all over the floor and walls.
A young deputy is on the ground, bleeding in a pool of blood, not
yet his own. The evil hovers above him.
This evil is Enrique Reyes, the
oldest of all the Reyes brothers.
(beat) And at the age of sixteen,
he had slain the entire town of
Corona. Killing everyone but one person...
Enrique Reyes takes out a large knife and
threatens the already blood covered deputy.
Enrique gathered information from
the young deputy on where he could
find Sheriff Alejandro de Velázquez, the
man responsible for locking him away for
his most recent crime: the murder of the
new school teacher earlier that week. With
each lie the deputy gave, the more limbs
he lost from his body. (beat) With his life
on the edge of it’s end, the deputy gave
Enrique all the answers he wanted to know.
(beat) Unfortunately for the deputy, he
would not die.
The deputy lies on the ground with tears
streaming down his face, his eyes begging for death. Enrique stands
menacingly before him, blood dripping from his knife.
I have left you alive and near
death for three reasons. (beat)
The third: so you can live with
the deformities I have bestowed
upon you. So you’ll remember always
that there is nothing you can do
to stop me.
(begging for his end)
Blood spits out of the deputy’s mouth.
(ignoring his plead)
The second: I want you to suffer
through the guilt of being responsible
for my final killing. The killing of
a man you’ve admired, Alejandro Esteban
de Velázquez, I want you to know that
his death will be my best ever.
Enrique bends down for the next reason.
To emphasis it’s importance.
And the first reason: You are the
only survivor of this worthless
town. I want everyone who comes
here to know what I’ve done. I
want them to know that I am
unstoppable. And I want them
to know that there is not a
god dammed thing in this world
that can stop me.
Enrique stands and leaves the deputy wishing
Enrique Reyes burned like the flames
of Hell as he crossed miles of dirt
road to get to the small, welcoming
home of Alejandro de Velázquez.
Enrique drives over the small white sign
at the edge of the driveway that reads “All Are Welcome”. He drives
straight toward the small home, tearing everything down in his path.
INT. DE VELÁZQUEZ HOME
Carolina and Alejandro are bringing Carlos
and Monica back inside the house. Enrique’s car is heard roaring towards
them. Alejandro orders Carolina, Carlos and Monica up into the attic.
Go! I can take care of this.
No. He will kill you.
Alejandro forces Carolina up into the
attic, just as Enrique’s car is heard tearing through the white picket
fence that surrounds the house.
Alejandro grabs his gun and stands ready
to face Enrique.
Carolina, Monica and Carlos hide directly
above Alejandro, and just as the attic door shuts, the front door
Enrique enters the home and viciously
punches Alejandro. Alejandro’s weapon flies out of his hand as he
falls to the ground unconscious. Blood has flown from his mouth and
has splattered on the white wall behind him.
For three hours, Alejandro was
out of consciousness. Brave
Carolina had to keep her children
silent so they would not be found.
SMALL TIME CUT TO:
She watches as Enrique moves Alejandro
from the floor and into a small wooden chair. He ties him up tightly
as Alejandro slowly comes to.
Carolina notices the gun lying directly
below the attic door.
Enrique stands before Alejandro with his
large knife in his hand. The sharp steal stained with blood.
I have broken out of your jail to
show that there is no stopping me.
It is my fate to kill you here
tonight. There is nothing you can
do to escape your inevitable death.
Enrique steps towards him. Alejandro shows
After I claim what I want of your
life, I will leave you at the thin
threads of your end, so you can see
for your own eyes, what a ”foolish
coward” I am.
Enrique spits out the exact words Alejandro
told the press about Enrique before they captured him.
Enrique takes another step towards him
as he jabs the knife into Alejandro’s body. The jagged teeth tearing
Alejandro’s skin, taking what he wants of his life.
Above them, Carolina covers the mouths
of Monica and Carlos to prevent them from screaming. Tears fall down
their faces as they witness what is being done to Alejandro.
As Enrique finished claiming what
he wanted of Alejandro’s life, he
calmly looked up into the attic,
through the small crack, and into
the eyes of Carolina. He smiled up
at her as he walked into the kitchen
to wash Alejandro’s blood from his hands.
Enrique walks out of Carolina’s view.
Carolina knows that is it now
or never. She has to get Alejandro’s
gun. She knows that Enrique knows
where they were. This is her only
chance to save her family from this man.
Carolina cautiously and quietly makes
her way out of the attic, knowing that if she does not succeed her
life and the life of her children will come to a merciless end by
the hand of this evil creature.
Hearing the sound of running water in
the kitchen, Carolina picks up the gun, turns around and finds herself
face to face with Enrique! Alejandro’s blood is still on his hands.
He smacks her to the ground, not in the way he hit Alejandro. He keeps
Screams are heard from the attic as we...
FADE TO BLACK:
Enrique took Carolina and violently
beat and raped her in front of her
children and dying husband.
All we hear are Carolina’s muffled screams
and cries for help that will never arrive.
When he finished with Carolina, he
dragged her unconscious beaten body
outside. He tied her feet and hands together.
TIME CUT TO:
Carolina is tied up on the ground. Blood
is all over her once beautiful face. She is beaten badly and can only
wish for a quick death. Behind her, Enrique is digging a deep hole
into the ground. A wooden coffin is next to the hole. Carolina slowly
Enrique throws the shovel to the ground
and goes over to Carolina. He drags her over to the coffin and throws
Enrique ignores her plead, as he hammers
the coffin shot. Inside, Carolina screams for help. Once Enrique finishes
hammering her inside her coffin, he tosses her down into the ground.
Her cries for help continue as she lies in her final unmarked resting
Enrique stands over her, feeling like
CUT TO BLACK:
Carolina’s breaths are terrified. She
pounds on the coffin, hoping to break out. Hoping for someone to save
her and her children. She hears nothing for a long time. Knowing Enrique
is still up there, looking down at how defenseless she is. She continues
to cry, not wanting to give up, but knowing there is nothing she can
ENRIQUE REYES (O.S.)
I have chosen to end your life slowly
and under this dirt because you did
nothing wrong. I know you do now want
your children to find you dead. This is
my favor to you. (beat) I want you to know
that I own your children now. I will not
harm them. (beat) You are my final victim.
Carolina sniffs away a tear.
Carolina screams at the sound of the dirt
pounding down on her. Her cries forever swallowed by the land she
loves so much. Another CRASH falls onto her. With each crash of dirt
that her cries become muffled, and with each crash her hopes of living
are buried forever in her unmarked grave.
Enrique leaves her to die slowly, knowing
she did nothing to deserve this death. Knowing that her children,
Carlos and Monica, belong to him now. Her tears and cries are the
last we ever hear of Carolina Amata de Velázquez.
INT. DE VELÁZQUEZ HOME
Enrique re-enters the once joyful home,
walking through Alejandro’s blood and over to Carlos and Monica. They
have been tied up as they were forced to watch their mother and father
suffer to the end of their lives.
Enrique stands above them, having no sympathy
or regret for what he has done to them. He bends down and unties them,
collecting his frightened tokens. Carlos glares into Enrique’s eyes
with hatred for what he has just done.
Enrique took little Carlos and
Monica as his tokens so he could
always remember his final murder.
We fade out of this flashback with Enrique
carrying Carlos and Monica out of their home. Both are crying as we...
EXT. GRANDMAMA’S HOME – PRESENT DAY
Brad and Grandmama are now walking outside
of her home and are looking out over the canyon. Brad is speechless
as he wipes a tear away from his eyes. It’s hard to believe that Monica
and Carlos could have witnessed such a horrifying tragedy.
What did Enrique do with them?
He took them back to his home
in Mexico. Back to the very home
he was born and raised in. He wanted
to show his family the extent of
his wicked ways.
Grandmama turns to face Brad.
Roberto, his father, took Enrique back
to New Mexico and turned him over to
the authorities. (beat) Roberto knew
that little Carlos and Monica needed
a good home. Foster homes were not
what they needed after what they saw.
I knew I couldn’t provide for
them. I didn’t make enough
money. I wanted them in a good
home. So, the Reyes family adopted them.
Brad looks at her.
You’re their biological grandmother.
Grandmama smiles at him.
Yes I am.
Why does everyone call
you “Grandmama Reyes”?
When Monica and Carlos were
adopted, I changed my name
to make it easier for them.
Monica doesn’t know?
She doesn’t know a lot of things.
Like how Carlos is her twin brother.
Brad ponders this.
You never would know by
looking at them. They’re
Oh buy they do. (beat) They
have many similarities. Like the Gift.
“The Gift”? What Gift?
Grandmama eyes him slyly and grins.
I have talked too much.
I tell you later.
It is your turn to tell
me a story about you.
I don’t have any stories.
Grandmama sarcastically rolls her eyes
Everybody has a story.
She eyes him slyly again.
Ok, tell me about why you
decided on law enforcement.
I don’t know...
He shrugs his shoulders.
So I could help enforce the law.
No. That is not why.
Brad gives her a questioning look.
Like I said before: everything that
happens in our lives happens for a
reason. (beat) I don’t want to hear
a boring, thoughtless ”so I could
enforce the law”.
She sarcastically rolls her eyes at him
again and looks him in the eyes, as if she’s mad at him. After a brief
moment, her smiles reappears.
Stories are fun and exciting.
Dramatic and romantic. (beat)
So, I ask you again... What in your
life made you become an officer of the law?
Brad thinks for a long time. There are
so many influences in his life that made him decide to do what he
does. All the dramatics of life in boarding school... a moment from
his childhood enters his mind. He looks up at Grandmama. A smile forms
on her face: Bingo.
There are so many reasons why I chose
law enforcement. I grew up seeing many
teen suicides, drug use, alcoholism...
All in the boarding schools I attended
growing up. (beat) I’m sure you know that
I come from a very...
How do you put this?
... dysfunctional family...
Grandmama listens as Brad recalls a memory
from his past.
My father, James, is a very wealthy
business man who owns several business
chains around London. He has never truly
worked to earn a cent of his money. He
inherited all of it when his father died
of lung cancer in 1964. (beat) My father,
like his own, is out to earn millions
as quickly as he can. I also believe that
a large sum of his money has been obtained
through some form of illegal means.
Brad lets out a sigh before continuing
to layout the foundation of his story.
My father worked from home, and I
was never allowed in his office. (beat)
You know how you tell a kid not to
do something, and the moment you turn
around, they go and do it anyway?
Grandmama nods her head.
Well, I was that kid. So naturally,
I would sneak into my father’s office.
(beat) Little did I know at the time,
but all the sneaking around would
change my life forever.
FADE TO BLACK:
“A LIFE CHANGED FOR THE BETTER”
INT. FOLLMER RESIDENCE – LONDON, ENGLAND
DECEMBER 24, 1974
Brad Follmer, age seven, sits on the floor
in the living room. He sits in front of the television, watching “It’s
A Wonderful Life” – his favorite movie. On top of his head he wears
a light blue paper crown that he got when he opened his Christmas
cracker. He is also playing with a small plastic magnifying glass
that was his prize in the Christmas cracker.
The Christmas tree is lit behind him with
only white lights and very few tinsel. The tree has only glass and
crystal ornaments. Very little presents are under the tree as well.
The front door to the house opens, letting
in the cold winter night air. Brad looks out into the foyer to see
his father enter the home with two men, none of whom Brad has ever
(to the men)
My office is this way, gentlemen.
James leads the two men off towards his
As they head of, one of the men looks
into the living room at Brad. The man has an old scar on the left
side of his face. A scar caused by a knife. Brad watches the man as
he leaves. He doesn’t get a good feeling from this man.
After the men are out of few, Brad gets
up and heads towards his father’s office, the plastic magnifying glass
is still in his hand. He sneaks his way to the door and cracks it
open just enough to be able to see what’s going on inside.
Inside his father’s office, the man with
the scar on his face stands behind the other man, who is sitting in
a chair. Across from them in James Follmer. He sits at his desk, and
doesn’t look very happy.
They talk in hushed voices, making it
hard for little Brad to hear.
... and now I’m responsible
for this problem.
The man sitting in the chair says something
quietly in response.
Brad listens closely, trying to figure
out what’s going on.
I don’t bloody care about your family.
You’re mistake has caused my business
and me money. (beat) How are you going
to make that up to me?
The man looks down at his hands and answers
He looks to the man with a scar on his
(to Scar Man)
Wouldn’t you call this a problem?
A large one, sir.
James looks back at the man sitting in
(to sitting man)
Well, every problem has
a solution. Doesn’t it?
The sitting man nods his head.
(to Scar Man)
The Scar Man nods his head and pulls out
a large knife.
Wait! I can-
He’s cut off when the Scar Man pulls his
head back and slices his throat.
Outside the office, Brad’s eyes are wide
with fear. He gasps in shock, and quickly covers his mouth so he’s
not heard. The Scar Man and James Follmer have heard him, and look
back at him. Brad quickly takes off running down the hall and up the
Brad quickly and quietly enters the attic,
shutting the door behind him. He cautiously makes his way to a corner
near a window. He sits down and holds his knees close to him. Tears
come down his face. He doesn’t bother to wipe them away.
At that moment, I realized there were
a lot of things wrong in my life. I
came to a realization that I feared my
father. (beat) He drank a lot and yelled
at me all the time. But what happened
that night changed me. (beat) Seeing
my father order another man to be killed
made me sick inside. It makes me sick still.
Little Brad picks up the plastic magnifying
glass from the floor and holds it tightly.
I remember thinking about all the
Sherlock Holmes books I had read
so far in my life. He was always
good, solving things. At that
moment, becoming an investigator
entered my mind. I wanted to put
a stop to all the wrong in the world.
In my world... (beat) Christmas
morning came, and the only present
I received was being told I would
be going to a boarding school once
they started back up after the holidays.
My father told me he didn’t want
me around to judge him.
EXT. CALDICOTT SCHOOL – BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
James and Rebecca drop Brad off at the
boarding school and drive off, leaving Brad with the Dean.
EXT. GRANDMAMA’S HOME – PRESENT DAY
Brad and Grandmama slowly walk towards
Did you ever tell your mother?
No. I couldn’t. When I
tried to tell her what
I saw, she’d cut me off.
I think she knew though.
Brad shakes his head.
I’m just glad I got out of that
house when I did. I don’t even
want to think about how screwed
up I’d be if I never went to any
boarding schools, you know? (beat)
I watched my father a lot as a kid.
I always wanted to make him proud of me.
Brad lets out a “why’d I even try”, “laugh”.
I hate to say this, but unfortunately,
observing my father has caused me
to make mistakes in my life.
How do you mean?
Well, James always held money
high in his priorities and values.
My first year as S.A.C. in
New York, I uh... I accepted
some money, a bribe actually,
to get this guy out of an indictment.
Brad sighs, hating the fact he did that.
After the guy got off, I realized
what I had done. I was turning into
my father, which has been something
I never wanted to have happen since
I was a child. (beat) I threw the money away.
Brad and Grandmama reach her home and go
INT. KITCHEN – CON’T
They make their way back to the table
and sit down.
It is good that you have morals.
When he came to me again in
’95, I turned him down. He
told me we had a deal. Whatever
that “deal” was, I wasn’t aware of it.
I put him away in prison for
his crimes. He threatened Monica
if I did that. But you know, how is
he going to do that when he’s
Brad smiles at Grandmama. After a moment,
his smile fades as he thinks of how he doesn’t know where Monica is,
or even if she’s all right. Grandmama watches him for a moment.
Brad picks up the tile Monica had left
unfinished when she was five. He examines it for a few silent moments.
Grandmama watches him. He looks up at her.
You mentioned before
that Monica has a Gift.
I know you wouldn’t have
brought it up if you didn’t
want me to know about it.
Grandmama nods her head. Brad sets the
tile back down on the table and leans forward.
So, what is the Gift?
The Gift comes in many forms.
It is why I live up here in solitude.
She looks into his eyes.
The Gift runs thick through our
blood. (beat) Monica’s mother,
Carolina, had the Gift. I have
the Gift, and Monica and Carlos have it.
For me, the Gift is very strong.
I can look into a person and know
Everything about them. This is how I
knew you were coming. I knew why you
got into law enforcement, and I know
your biggest fear: that Monica will
never be returned to you. The fear you
have of being like your father, and
how he treated his family. But I also
know that you don’t have anything to
fear. (beat) I look at a person and
know their pain. I feel their pain.
(beat) This is why I live up here.
So I don’t have to see everyone else’s
lives, and their deaths.
Brad looks at her, shocked by what she’s
just told him.
Yes. That is right. I can see
people’s futures. This is why
I know everything happens for a reason.
Grandmama looks deep into him.
I know right now you are wondering
if I know where Monica is...
Brad looks to her with hope in his eyes.
Grandmama lowers her eyes away from him.
(after a beat)
Monica’s Gift is growing stronger
within her with each passing day.
(beat) At the age of five, the Gift
came alive within her. And on that day,
she knew exactly what to do for her
life to get on the path it is on now...
INT. REYES HOME
Monica (age five) is inside the living
room. She is wearing a white dress with a yellow sun patched on the
stomach. Her hair is parted and braided into two braids with yellow
ribbons, that rest on her shoulders.
She has her face up close to a fish bowl
as she watches her goldfish swim around. She turns to Grandmama, who
is sitting on the living room floor weaving a basket.
Grandmama, I need Carlos to
come steal Petie away from me.
Grandmama looks up from her basket weaving.
Why do you want Carlos to
take your fish, Monica?
Monica walks over and stands in front
of her Grandmama.
So I can chase him into the dark
forest and to the creek where I’ll
meet my best friend.
Grandmama looks deep into Monica’s eyes,
knowing what’s happening. Monica nods her head.
How do you know who
your best friend is?
Because I dreamed of him last night.
Monica smiles, just as Carlos comes running
in and grabs the fish bowl. Monica turns and sees him.
Carlos sticks his tongue out at her and
runs out of the house. Monica runs after him.
Carlos is running fast, water from the
fish bowl splashes out. Luckily for little Petie the fish, he manages
to stay in.
Monica bursts out of the house, running
Give ‘im back, Carlos!
Give me back Petie!
I’m telling mom!
Carlos runs into the small forest behind
the house, disappearing from Monica’s sight.
Monica stops before entering the forest.
The forest is dark and she’s never ventured into it, for fear that
she’ll never come out. Her eyes frantically look around.
She waits for an answer, but it never
comes. She slowly takes her first step into the forest.
Where are you?
Suddenly, Carlos runs out from behind
a tree and runs deeper into the forest. Monica takes off after him.
Give him back!
Carlos turns ahead of her and faces her
as she continues to run after him.
I’m gonna squish him!
Monica’s eyes go wide with fear as she
chases after Carlos.
Carlos continues to run deeper and deeper.
Monica loses sight of him again. She stops running and looks in all
Monica slowly walks deeper into the forest.
The sound of water flowing catches her ears.
Carlos? Where are you?
The trees clear as she continues to walk,
and she finds herself at the edge of a creek. She stops walking and
Her eyes spot her fish bowl laying on
it’s side near the creek’s edge. She walks over to it, only to discover
that it is empty. She kneels down and picks up the bowl and looks
out into the creek.
Her eyes fill up with tears as she sits
down on the ground. She continues to cry, knowing that Petie has swam
LITTLE BOY (O.S.)
Hey, shut up!
Monica turns her head to see little John
Doggett (age six) standing behind her. He doesn’t seem happy with
My fish just swam away.
Leave me alone.
She turns away from him and continues
to cry. John makes his way down to the creek. He stands next to her.
I don’t care! You’re loud!
I’m playing hide-and-seek,
and if I get caught, it will
be all your fault!
Monica looks up at him with tears in her
Nuh-uh, you are!
Behind little Johnny, stands little Knowle
Rohrer (six years old).
I am not!
Yes you are!
Knowle taps John on the shoulder, and
he turns to face him.
Knowle smiles at him. John looks down
It’s all your fault!
Monica stands up to defend herself.
It is not! You were the
one yelling at me!
So! It’s still your fault!
Monica narrows her eyes and glares at
But you were yelling at me!
Behind them, an older man is making his
way down to the creek. It is Knowle’s father. He does not look happy
Knowle Justin Rohrer!
Monica jumps when she hears him yell.
She and John stop fighting. All three kids turn to face Knowle’s father.
How many God dammed times do
I have to tell you not to come
down you, you worthless little shit!
He comes down and grabs Knowle roughly
by the back of his neck.
He drags Knowle away from John and Monica
without another word.
Tears are in Monica’s eyes, and not because
her fish swam away. She’s never seen anyone be treated like that.
John turns to face her. He looks worried.
Who was that?
Knowle’s father. He’s not
a good person. Knowle tells
me that he hits his mom.
Does he hit Knowle?
John nods his head “yes”. A tear falls
down Monica’s cheek.
He’ll be ok, don’t worry. (beat)
My name’s Johnny, but you can call me John.
Did you lose your fish?
Monica nods her head.
Carlos made him go away.
I can help you get a
new fish if you want.
Oh no. We couldn’t do that.
That would be stealing them from
their home. We don’t want them
to be taken away from their family.
Monica looks out into the water and sighs.
I guess Petie will find a
new home and family now.
Monica smiles at John.
Where do you live?
Through the forest just
over this stream.
You mean the farm?
John nods his head.
I live past all these trees
behind us. (beat) Maybe I
can come visit you someday.
Yeah! You can play war with me.
Well, it’s late and I need
to get home on time for dinner.
Monica and John part ways.
Her dreams that would come true
were just the beginning. Her senses
would enhance over the next few
months. Senses that she couldn’t
control and didn’t understand...
INT. FUNERAL HOME – NIGHT
THREE MONTHS LATER
A lock is being picked open from the outside.
The door pops open, and Carlos (5), Antonio (6) and Monica (5) sneak
into the funeral home.
Back then, Monica’s Papá was a
mortician and owned a funeral
home. (beat) Monica was always
frightened of this place and
hated going there. But one stormy
night, her brothers dared her to
sneak in there with them.
Antonio, Carlos and Monica sneak into a
room that displays coffins. Carlos and Antonio walk in without hesitation.
Monica on the other hand, stops. She is afraid to go in.
Carlos turns to her.
Come on, Mon.
Monica shakes her head “no” and folds
her arms across her chest.
Stop being so scared all the time.
There’s nothing to be afraid
of, Monica. They’re just coffins.
Monica shakes her head again.
I want to go home.
Antonio comes up to Monica.
It’s ok. I just want
to show you something.
Antonio leads her into the room.
He leads her over to a coffin that Carlos
is standing next to.
We dare you to lie down in here.
Monica’s eyes widen and she shakes her
No. I want to go home. I
don’t want to be locked in a coffin.
We’re not going to lock
you in the coffin.
Yes you are.
I promise, we won’t.
She shakes her head.
No. I want to go home.
We won’t shut it.
Monica shakes her head “no”.
Here, I’ll get in and show
you that it’s nothing.
Antonio climbs in and lies down in the
coffin for a moment.
See. That’s all you have to do.
He climbs out.
I don’t want to.
Monica looks at him.
I am not.
Oh yeah...? Then prove it.
Antonio and Carlos give her a daring look.
Monica climbs in, determined to prove
her brothers wrong. She lies down in the coffin, her arms at her side.
Suddenly, Carlos and Antonio slam the
coffin shut, leaving little Monica in the dark. She screams!
You have heard Monica say how
her brothers buried her alive
in a coffin when she was a child, no?
They never did. There was no way
for them to move a heavy coffin.
Monica felt what it was like as
they locked her inside. She felt
her mother’s suffering...
Monica stops her screaming and starts
to cry softly in the darkness of the coffin. Nothing can be heard
from the outside. Monica’s cries stop and turn into small sniffles.
Her breathing, though terrified, has calmed.
The sound and feel of dirt pounds down
on the coffin. Monica screams as the pounding continues. She squeezes
her eyes shut.
Please don’t do this...
She starts to cry again.
Please don’t take them.
The coffin opens, but Monica doesn’t realize
it. Antonio and Carlos look at her. Her eyes are tightly shut, and
tears fall down her cheeks.
He reaches out and touches Monica’s arm.
Carlos, she’s freezing.
Antonio looks to Carlos. Both are worried.
Carlos goes closer to the coffin.
He shakes her, but she doesn’t respond.
We gotta get her out of there.
Carlos tries to lift her on his own.
Antonio helps Carlos get Monica out of
the coffin. Her eyes open as they lie her on the ground.
I want to go home.
She sits up and wipes her tears away.
Little Monica came to me the next
morning and told me what her brothers
did. I knew that her Gift was getting
stronger. I knew that her mother had
been with her that night.
INT. REYES HOUSE – KITCHEN
Little Monica sits at the kitchen table
with Grandmama. Once again, Monica’s hair is in braids and she’s wearing
overalls and a white T-shirt. Grandmama is painting a white tile.
She sat down and told me what she
felt when she was in the coffin.
How she was somehow calmed. She
told me she felt a light hearted
and beautiful spirit. (beat) I
thought of telling her about Carolina,
but as I looked inside of her, I
knew her soul was still fragile.
Grandmama hands a tile to Monica with
Here, paint this for my kitchen.
Monica takes the tile.
What do you want me to paint?
Grandmama smiles at her.
Whatever your heart feels.
Monica smiles and takes a brush and stares
down at the blank tile for a long time. She then dips her brush in
a light brown paint and starts to paint her tile.
INT. GRANDMAMA’S HOME – KITCHEN – PRESENT
Grandmama and Brad are still sitting at
the table. Brad carefully paints the rest of Monica’s tile as he listens
to Grandmama tell her story. Grandmama smiles at him.
Do you know why she never
finished her tile?
Brad looks up and shakes his head.
Well, when she handed me her tile,
I asked her why she left it incomplete.
(beat) She told me that her heart told
her not to finish because one day her
other half would finish it for her.
Grandmama smiles at Brad. He looks at the
brush in his hand and at the tile he has just finished painting. A
small smiles forms on his face.
She knew about you for
a long time, Bradley.
Brad looks up at Grandmama.
(after a beat)
Life is a road. A road with many
curves and detours. (beat) One large
path, that sometimes leads us into
Grandmama looks deep into his eyes.
Even when you get off your path
and the forest has swallowed you
up, there is always a light at
the other end, where you continue
on with your path of life...
Off Grandmama’s smile and hope for the