Masquerade
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               EXT. AIRPORT - DAY

               The cab, parked in the unloading zone for DEPARTURES. Evelyn
               stands next to the vehicle as the cabbie removes the bags
               from the trunk.

                                   CABBIE
                         What about my bat?

               She stuffs a fifty dollar bill in his shirt pocket.

                                   EVELYN
                         Go buy yourself some bullets.

                                                       FADE OUT:

               FADE IN:

               INT. RACHEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

               Rachel pours herself a drink, obviously still upset over the
               incident at work.

               Damon sits across from her in a chair, studying her.

                                   RACHEL
                         Easy for you to be so calm, Robert.
                         You didn't incur her wrath. I did.
                         It was an act of terrorism.

                                   DAMON
                         I knew hiring the investigator was
                         a bad idea.

               She stares at him with incredulity.

                                   RACHEL
                         So, this is my fault?

               Damon starts to answer.

                                   RACHEL
                         I was trying to help you, Robert.
                         She's making a fool of you.
                         Everyone can see it but you. If you
                         don't fight for your reputation,
                         your dignity, who will?

               Damon tries to soothe her.

                                   DAMON
                         Rachel, I'm sorry. You're
                         absolutely right...

               She turns her back to him, staring out the window, into
               darkness.

                                   RACHEL
                         She's an evil woman, Robert. She
                         has to be stopped.

                                   DAMON
                         I'm afraid you'll get no argument
                         from me on that.

               She turns to face him, her mood surprisingly upbeat.

                                   RACHEL
                         What if Evelyn agreed to divorce
                         you?
                             (before he answers)
                         Leaving you everything. And she
                         just went away.

                                   DAMON
                         Just went away?

               Rachel nods.

                                   DAMON
                         Well, that would be ideal, of
                         course. A miracle. But darling, I
                         don't think that will ever happen.

                                   RACHEL
                         What if it did?

               He shrugs and is caught by the seriousness of her expression.

                                   DAMON
                         What are you suggesting? We
                         brainwash her? Hire a hypnotist?

                                   RACHEL
                         Something much better.

               He stares at her, trying to comprehend.

                                   RACHEL
                         We create a double. Someone who
                         looks like Evelyn. Acts like
                         Evelyn.
                             (beat)
                         Someone we control.

                                   DAMON
                         How in heavens would that work?

                                   RACHEL
                         Haven't you ever heard of an
                         imposter?

                                   DAMON
                         An imposter?

                                   RACHEL
                         A counterfeit. Someone who
                         masquerades as Evelyn, doing the
                         dirty work for us. She'll play the
                         part long enough to divorce you and
                         then she'll disappear out of your
                         life -- our life, forever.

                                   DAMON
                         Assuming you had this imposter, as
                         you say. What about the real
                         Evelyn? Wouldn't she have an
                         opinion about all this?

               Rachel turns her back to him again.

                                   RACHEL
                         No.

                                   DAMON
                         And, please tell, why would that
                         be?

               She looks at him in the reflection of the glass window and
               her look conveys everything to Damon.

                                   DAMON
                         Murder? My God, Rachel, you can't
                         be serious.

                                   RACHEL
                         You said it yourself. Evelyn
                         doesn't have any surviving
                         relatives. Her parents died when
                         she was young and the old woman who
                         raised her lives in a nursing home
                         in some other part of the country.

               Damon glances away, pained.

                                   RACHEL
                         Does she ever speak of her?

                                   DAMON
                         Who?

                                   RACHEL
                         The woman.

                                   DAMON
                             (shakes his head)
                         Alzheimer's.

                                   RACHEL
                         Perfect. A single child. No
                         brothers or sisters, aunts or
                         uncles...

                                   DAMON
                         What about her friends here? In
                         Portland?

                                   RACHEL
                         Those mindless biddies? Whatever
                         superficial, socialite, cackling
                         hens she's managed to collect here
                         in Maine will forget her as soon as
                         she's gone. As soon as she tells
                         them of her intentions to return to
                         wherever, they'll forget all about
                         her. What's that saying?... 'Out of
                         sight, out of mind'?

               Damon stands, torn.

                                   DAMON
                         I need air.

               He grabs his coat.

                                   RACHEL
                             (concerned)
                         Robert, what are you doing? Please,
                         sit down. Where are you going?

                                   DAMON
                         Out. Away from this... madness.

                                   RACHEL
                         Robert!

               Damon leaves.

               EXT. PENINSULA YACHT CLUB - NIGHT

               Upscale bar/lounge overlooking the ocean.

               INT. BAR/LOUNGE

               Overstuffed leather seats, wood panels, fireplace. The lounge
               oozes old-world masculinity.

               Damon sits with Dr. Weisman, swirling brandy in a snifter. A
               slight slur in his words...

                                   DAMON
                         I assume that makes me distant and
                         unfeeling.

               He shrugs.

                                   WEISMAN
                         Join the club. You're a doctor. It
                         comes with the territory. We're
                         supposed to be concerned about
                         everyone's feelings but our own.
                         I've dealt with that paradox many
                         times.

               Damon nods.

               After a brief pause.

                                   WEISMAN
                         So, how's the new practice working
                         out? Made your first million yet?

                                   DAMON
                             (laughs)
                         No, not quite. But it's fine. It's
                         working out exactly as I imagined.

                                   WEISMAN
                         Whoa. Is that disappointment I
                         detect in your voice? I know you're
                         not in want of clients. Not here.

               Damon looks into his drink.

                                   DAMON
                         No, it's not that. I'm in demand,
                         there's no question about that.
                         It's just...

               He swirls his drink.

                                   DAMON
                         I left everything I knew back in
                         England. Family. Friends. A
                         respected career. Traded it all for
                         a woman I met on holiday. Perhaps
                         getting married and moving to
                         America was a mistake. I was doing
                         real work back in London...

                                   WEISMAN
                         You did real work last night, on
                         that young girl from the accident.

                                   DAMON
                         You know what I mean.

               Weisman nods knowingly.

                                   WEISMAN
                         Ah, the sacrifices we make in
                         search of that elusive American
                         Dream...

                                   DAMON
                             (nodding)
                         The American dream.

               Weisman slaps his friend on the shoulder.

                                   WEISMAN
                             (laughing)
                         Damon, you poor bastard. Did you
                         honestly think you could have it
                         all?

                                   DAMON
                         Hmm?

                                   WEISMAN
                         Money. Success. Love.

               Damon sips from his snifter.

                                   DAMON
                             (cynically)
                         'Love'.

                                   WEISMAN
                         Most people, hell, most doctors,
                         would kill to have your problems.
                         You should be thankful.

                                   DAMON
                         It sounds funny, I know, coming
                         from a plastic surgeon. But how
                         much satisfaction is there catering
                         to the elite modern female who
                         wants the perfect nose, the perfect
                         breasts. Lips she saw on the cover
                         of a fashion magazine. The women of
                         today, they crave a facade that
                         favors the mirage of youth over the
                         wisdom of age...

                                   WEISMAN
                         As men, we should all be grateful.

               He elbows Damon jokingly.

               Damon's eyes glaze. It's almost as if he's talking to
               himself...

                                   DAMON
                         It just feels as if things are
                         happening too fast. My life racing
                         by in a blur... I was caught up in
                         the trappings of success and at
                         some point, I forgot what it was I
                         really wanted.

                                   WEISMAN
                         And what was that?

                                   DAMON
                             (coming back to earth)
                         What?

                                   WEISMAN
                         What was it you really wanted?

               The question strikes at the heart of Damon's dilemma. He
               stares into the darkness.

               INT. RACHEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

               Damon enters, throws his coat over the chair. He sits down
               beside Rachel, takes her hands.

                                   DAMON
                         Okay. I'll do it, my dear. But on
                         one condition.

                                   RACHEL
                         Anything, my love.

                                   DAMON
                         That when it's over, we sell the
                         mansion, the boat, and the
                         practice, and you agree to come
                         back with me to London, to live.

                                   RACHEL
                         Sell the practice...?

               Damon brings her hands to his lips, kisses them.

                                   DAMON
                         Work with me, my darling, in the
                         hospital, by my side, like we did
                         last night. Like we should be doing
                         every night.

               Rachel looks away a moment. After a hard-fought decision, her
               face turns to Damon. She smiles.

                                   RACHEL
                         Of course, Robert. Yes! The only
                         important thing is that we're
                         together, wherever that may be.

                                   DAMON
                         Now, my dearest Rachel...
                             (beat)
                         Tell me more about this plan of
                         yours...

               INT. RACHEL'S APARTMENT - LATER

               Damon stands next to the fireplace.

                                   DAMON
                         It sounds like you've thoroughly
                         thought this thing out.

                                   RACHEL
                         Are you surprised?

               Damon shakes his head.

                                   DAMON
                         Perhaps I shouldn't leave for the
                         symposium tomorrow. Perhaps I
                         should stay here, with you. Help
                         you find this 'perfect candidate',
                         as you put it.

                                   RACHEL
                         Robert, nonsense. Go. I've already
                         cleared your calendar for the week.
                         Now you're just being ridiculous.
                         Besides, you've been looking
                         forward to it and people are
                         looking forward to seeing you,
                         hearing your words.
                             (beat)
                         Besides, if you cancel now, it will
                         look suspicious.

                                   DAMON
                         Suspicious?

                                   RACHEL
                         Yes. Especially, afterward.

               Damon reacts to his understanding of the word.

                                   DAMON
                             (murmuring)
                         Afterward...

               His eyes meet with Rachel's and she holds his stare for a
               long moment. After the moment passes, Damon releases, looks
               down and nods.

               Rachel smiles.

                                                       FADE OUT:

               FADE IN:

               EXT. LAS VEGAS - DAY

               The famous, gaudy city, dripping with neon-lights galore,
               even in the daytime.

               EXT. BELLAGIO HOTEL

               A breath-taking hotel veiled behind a dazzling display of
               water fountains.

               INT. HOTEL

               Outside the large auditorium, large signs showcasing the
               annual MULTI-SPECIALTY AESTHETIC SYMPOSIUM.

               INT. AUDITORIUM

               Damon at the podium, speaking to an audience full of medical
               professionals. Behind him, a slide presentation of
               before/after shots of surgical procedures.

                                   DAMON
                             (on auto-pilot)
                         ...and, although advances in
                         reconstructive surgery have
                         revolutionized the treatment of
                         patients suffering from disfiguring
                         abnormalities, which they neither
                         asked for nor wanted, the demand
                         for aesthetic surgery has exploded
                         in recent years, as our society
                         becomes more and more obsessed with
                         image and appearance, style over
                         substance...

               Several members of the audience shift uncomfortably in their
               seats.

                                   DAMON
                         Let us not forget the wise words of
                         Aesop: 'Beware lest you lose the
                         substance by grasping at the
                         shadow.'

               Yawn.

               INT. HOTEL LOUNGE - DAY

               Damon alone at the bar, nursing a drink. By the look of him,
               he seems to be having a crisis of conscious...

               Other doctors, administrators enter, see Damon, avoid him
               like the plague.

               INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY

               Damon, in a loose tie and shirt, on the phone, pacing. He
               hears Rachel's voicemail. On the bed, an open suitcase.

                                   RACHEL (RECORDING)
                             (upbeat, cheery)
                         Please leave a message at the sound
                         of the tone...

               Damon considers leaving a message. Hangs up. His face is
               distraught. Finally, a decision forms within him. He begins
               to hurriedly pack his bag.

               INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

               Damon, in his blazer, striding from the elevator to the front
               desk, his suitcase trailing behind him.

               INT. FRONT DESK

               Damon, impatient, absorbed, rapping his fingers on the
               counter as a FRONT DESK CLERK assists him.

                                   FRONT DESK CLERK
                         Was there a problem with the room,
                         Dr. Damon?

                                   DAMON
                         No.

                                   FRONT DESK CLERK
                         You have the reservation until
                         Friday...

                                   DAMON
                         I need to cancel it. Something
                         important came up, back at my
                         office in Portland.

               The clerk nods and continues typing on her keyboard.

               EXT. JET AIRLINER - NIGHT

               Damon, a drink in his hands, sits by the window. A DING
               sounds overhead.

                                   FLIGHT ATTENDANT'S VOICE
                         Ladies and Gentleman, the Captain
                         has turned on the fasten seat belt
                         sign in preparation for our landing
                         at Portland International
                         Jetport...

               Damon's face reveals his nervous anxiety...

               EXT. AIRPORT EXIT - NIGHT

               Damon, hurriedly exiting the airport, whistles to a nearby
               CAB waiting by the curb.

               EXT. RACHEL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

               The cab parked out front. Damon pays and exits. He hurries to
               the entrance, dragging his bag behind him.

               INT. RACHEL'S APARTMENT

               Damon waits impatiently at the door. He looks haggard, jet
               lagged. After a few moments, the door opens up. Rachel stands
               there, surprised to see him.

                                   RACHEL
                         Darling, what is it? What's wrong?

               Damon enters.

                                   RACHEL
                         Darling --?

                                   DAMON
                         I want to call it off, Rachel. I
                         don't want to go through with it.

                                   RACHEL
                         Sit down, let me get you something.

               Damon sits.

                                   DAMON
                         I mean, it came to me, as I was
                         standing there looking out at a
                         room full of peers, preaching on
                         the virtues of ethics...
                             (scoffs)
                         Me. Preaching. What the hell was I
                         doing?

               He looks at her.

                                   DAMON
                         I mean, what the hell are we doing?

               Rachel hands him a drink. She sits beside him.

                                   RACHEL
                         It's all right, darling. I know
                         what you've been going through.
                         I've been going through the same
                         thing.

               Damon seems surprised, relieved at this.

                                   DAMON
                         Honestly?

                                   RACHEL
                         I know. I'm supposed to be the Rock
                         of Gibraltar, right?
                             (laughs)
                         Even I had second doubts.

               Damon starts to sip from his drink, but stops.

                                   DAMON
                         What do you mean, 'had'?

               Rachel, excited, turns to him.

                                   RACHEL
                         I found her, Robert.

               His face goes pale.

                                   RACHEL
                         She's perfect, darling. Perfect.

                                   DAMON
                         Rachel...

                                   RACHEL
                         The night you left, I started
                         thinking, where could I find the
                         perfect woman. I mean, where do I
                         even start looking? A woman to fill
                         Evelyn's shoes? It was crazy.
                             (beat)
                         Naturally, the first place I
                         thought of was the mall...

               INT. GALLERIA - DAY

               Rachel, wearing sunglasses, standing near the escalator,
               crowd watching. Behind her shades, her eyes scan every woman
               that passes...

                                   RACHEL (V.O.)
                         I was looking for a woman that
                         reminded me of Evelyn. Someone
                         sophisticated. Stylish. Chic.

               The women Rachel describes are all around her. In fact, that
               seems to be the ONLY women within her span of vision.

                                   RACHEL (V.O.)
                         And then it occurred, to me,
                         Robert. I was looking in the wrong
                         place.

               INT. RACHEL'S APARTMENT

               Back on the sofa with Rachel and Damon. He doesn't seem to
               want to hear any of this.

                                   DAMON
                         Rachel, I rushed back to stop you.
                         I tried to call... Didn't you see
                         my messages?

                                   RACHEL
                         It's okay, darling. Don't you
                         understand what I'm saying? It
                         finally came to me. The perfect
                         place to find her...

               EXT. STREET IN DOWNTOWN PORTLAND - NIGHT

               Rachel drives by a church, eyeing a CHURCH SIGN as she
               passes: PORTLAND WOMAN'S SHELTER.

                                   RACHEL (V.O.)
                         Where do you go when you want to
                         find a victim? You go to a place
                         where victims gather.

               Rachel, behind the wheel, smiles...

               INT. CHURCH

               Rachel, her face partially concealed by sunglasses, enters
               the church, trying to keep a low profile. She stops at a
               hallway and glances around the corner.

               At the end of the hallway, various women mill together
               outside a room, chatting in low tones, sipping coffee from
               styrofoam cups.

               Rachel heads down the hall, keeping her head down. She enters
               the discussion room.

               INT. DISCUSSION ROOM

               Rachel pauses inside the room, scans the women inside. Some
               are huddled in groups, others are seated in hard plastic
               chairs. However, one WOMAN catches her eye...

               An awkward, nervous woman pours herself a cup of coffee, her
               back to Rachel. Through her clumsiness it spills in her hand
               and she drops it. She bends down quickly to clean up the
               mess, embarrassed. An obvious outcast.

               Rachel smiles. She approaches the woman, offers a napkin...

               The woman looks at Rachel, smiles. A pair of sunglasses does
               a poor job of concealing the black eye behind them. Her lip
               is bruised, swollen. The woman meets Rachel's eyes, looks
               nervously away.

               INT. DISCUSSION ROOM - LATER

               The women have formed a circle with their plastic chairs. The
               mood in the place is sober after listening to the women, one
               by one, recount their tales of abuse and neglect.

               The MODERATOR indicates to Rachel's woman to speak next. She
               shakes her head no, keeping her eyes down.

                                   MODERATOR
                         Please. Don't be shy. We're all
                         friends here.

               The other women seated beside Rachel's woman encourage her to
               speak. She nods, and a nervous hand sets down her cup.

               She clears her voice.

                                   WOMAN
                         My name is Ivy.

               Women in the circle mummer their greetings in return.

                                   IVY
                         I-- I work at the processing center
                         for the bank out in Lincoln, but I
                         live just outside Old Town. I drive
                         by this place every day, on my way
                         to and from work...

               She hesitates...

                                   MODERATOR
                         Please, continue...

                                   IVY
                         Well, I've been meaning to stop by
                         for a long time.
                             (laughs nervously)
                         I guess I've been afraid. I'm not
                         sure why. I guess I knew if I did,
                         things would start to change, and,
                         the truth is, I'm afraid of change.
                         I've been through enough changes in
                         my life...

               Rachel watches Ivy from the back of the room with keen eyes.
               The corners of her lips curl up into a smile.

               EXT. DINER - NIGHT

               A remote diner in the lower part of town. Near a large
               window, Rachel and Ivy sit across from each other in a booth,
               engaged in conversation.

                                   RACHEL (V.O.)
                         We talked for hours, Robert. She
                         told me all about her life. What
                         brought her to Maine, how she longs
                         to escape.
                         How she's got no one to help her,
                         to rely on.
                             (beat)
                         She's the perfect candidate.

               INT. RACHEL'S APARTMENT

               Back in Rachel's apartment. Damon eyes her cautiously.

                                   DAMON
                         And?

                                   RACHEL
                         I told her everything.

                                   DAMON
                         Rachel, no!

                                   RACHEL
                         I had to, darling, to gain her
                         trust. And the good news is,
                         darling, she wants in.

               Damon's surprise causes him to skip a beat.

                                   DAMON
                         What? Why? Why would she agree to
                         this?

                                   RACHEL
                         She wants out, Robert. Desperately.
                         She wants out of her abusive
                         relationship. Out of this town. Out
                         of this life. She wants a new
                         beginning. A new face, a new
                         identity, and the money to grant
                         her the freedom she craves. A
                         freedom she feels she deserves. I
                         told her we could give her that,
                         darling. All of that, and more.

               Damon seems unsure. Rachel takes his hands into hers.

                                   RACHEL
                         You trust me, don't you?

               He hesitates, but then nods.

                                   RACHEL
                         Would you like to meet her?

                                   DAMON
                             (shocked)
                         She's here?

                                   RACHEL
                         I've put her up at a motel just
                         outside of town.

               Damon sighs. He's in this now, up to his neck.
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