Script - Zen 134237

“Pilot”ACT ONEFADE IN:EXT. BEACON HILLS - NIGHTOn the rural outskirts of a small California town calledBeacon Hills, POLICE OFFICERS and STATE TROOPERS gather on adirt road. At their sides, SEARCH DOGS bark and whine,pulling their leashes taut.One by one, the Officers click on flashlights and then glanceto the LEAD OFFICER for his signal. Finally, he gives a nod.Seconds later, a dozen streaks of light tear through theshadowy woods.A desperate search begun...EXT. MCCALL HOME - NIGHTNot far from those dense woods, a two-story home lies hiddenunder a canopy of trees. A gentle wind drifts into the openwindow of an upstairs bedroom where--INT. MCCALL HOME/SCOTT’S ROOM - NIGHTTWO HANDS thread the laces on the head of a lacrosse stick.The work is fast and precise, fingers pulling each lace intoa diamond mesh pattern. Knotting the last loop, sixteen yearoldSCOTT McCALL stands with the re-threaded stick.Dressed in only a pair of athletic shorts, his lithe framemay still have some filling out to do but it’s easy to seethat he’ll soon grow into a strikingly handsome young manwith deep black eyes designed to melt the hearts of hopefulyoung girls.Scooping a ball up from his bedroom floor, he gives thelacrosse stick a spin, testing his handiwork.A moment later, the re-threaded stick lands next to a schoolbackpack while--Scott pumps out a few chin-ups at the bar mounted in thedoorway of his closet.Then, toothbrush in his mouth, he reaches for the window sillto pull it down. But he stops when he hears a SOUND. He cockshis ear to listen again. Under the whispering wind, he hearsMOVEMENT... A STRANGE SHUFFLING NOISE.