BLACK NARATOR: Close your eyes. Like any good ghost story, this one starts in the dark. With voices, whispered against an infinite expanse of cold, crisp night... THEY FADE AWAY AS WE STAY BLACK: INSERT TITLE CARD "A Waning of Warmth." STAY BLACK AS OLD MAN (accented) If you're noticed, you'll wake It. SUMNER He's in pain. I've got to try or I'll never find peace. OLD MAN No. I don't suppose you will. SLAM CUT TO: FADE IN: INT. AUGUST'S BEDROOM -- JUST BEFORE MORNING TIGHT on the CLOCK: WIDER ON AUGUST IN BED The sheets are loose around AUGUST RYEE, still young enough to be considered young but old enough to know he won't be much longer. As he's done now for too many hours, he counts the cracks in the ceiling stucco. He just can't rest. AUGUST Shit. He sits on the edge of his bed, STARES at his naked form in the night-stand mirror, looks back at the CLOCK, at the PILE OF SCRIPTS open near his briefcase and SIGHS heavily. AUGUST (continuing) It never seems to end. SUMNER (O.S.) Let it. He shoots from the bed. AUGUST Who's there? Nothing. He exits the room and into: CUT TO: INT. AUGUST'S APARTMENT -- SAME LIGHTS GO ON! VARIOUS SHOTS as he LOOKS AROUND the apartment. Nothing. AUGUST Dreaming. I'm dreaming. (beat) Thank goodness. I'm asleep! There is a CRASH!! as something IN THE OTHER ROOM IS KNOCKED OVER. He races back into: CUT TO: INT. AUGUST'S BEDROOM -- SAME To find SCRIPTS spread all over the floor. But the windows are locked, the lights are on and no one else is there... CUT TO: INT. ARTIST'S CREATIVE AGENCY -- DAY The CORK from the CHAMPAGNE bottle sputters off into the air. SOUND OF A NOISY CROWD AUGUST All right! All right! Simmer down you wretched lot! OFFICE WORKER Speak up, wanker! AUGUST That's Mr. Wanker to you Steve and I'll thank you to wait till we're alone again before you use our pet names, "Tiny." CROWD LAUGHS AUGUST (continuing) I'd like to propose a toast. To my best friend in this cold, back stabbing, heartless, gutless, dare I say even clueless agency; To she who nursed me through mighty hangovers and consoled me after the lashings the evil Mr. Grace; To she who slogged with me that first horrible summer through the muck of the mailroom. Lydia, today, on your promotion to agent and partner, congratulations you evil wench, I am so fucking envious! The crowd CHEERS! LYDIA TAYLOR, roughly the same age as August, smiles as the champagne is passed around. The crowds attention turns AWAY FROM AUGUST. He's left a bit ALONE as he watches everyone move towards her. CUT TO: INT. ARTIST'S CREATIVE AGENCY -- DAY -- DIFFERENT ROOM CLOSE ON AUGUST's RING PULL BACK to show August in a different room. THROUGH THE OPEN DOOR we can see the remnants of the party. He's sipping his champagne from a BOTTLE. GOOSEBUMPS on his flesh as something passes behind him. LYDIA (O.S.) I sure hope you saved me some. AUGUST Jesus! LYDIA enters and startles him. LYDIA Jumpy are we? AUGUST Sorry. I'm a little on edge. Didn't sleep well last night. (beat) Party breaking up? LYDIA Mr. Grace is actually taking everyone to lunch. With the holiday and all he doesn't mind knocking off so early. AUGUST Really? You've performed yet another miracle: getting that rusting steel contraption he calls a heart to beat. LYDIA Another miracle? AUGUST Of your many: Not only were you able to entice Laurie Holiday... Laurie Holiday!... to jump ship to us, you also managed, almost single handedly, to save Chad Pittman's career after those pictures of him and a goat-- LYDIA She only looked like a goat. AUGUST --Surfaced in the Enquirer. Cheers. LYDIA Jealous? AUGUST No. Yes, of course I am. We... I've been here, what, five years now? Five years and I'm still doing the round the clock weekend grunt work to make everyone else look so fucking good. (beat) Wouldn't you be? LYDIA Five years isn't so long. You're just the last one of us to make it. AUGUST Tino made it. Jason made it. Susan, Gloria, Lourdes, Kent, now you. I suppose someone's gotta be last, so why not me? First in law school, last at agenting... LYDIA Hey, I just did it by working my butt off. Same as everyone else. AUGUST Yeah, well I worked just as hard as the rest of you guys but I'm still down here looking up the rungs at all of your guys butts. LYDIA Auggie... He scowls. LYDIA (continuing) I can call you that 'cause I love you. AUGUST I don't believe you. We're agents, remember? Or at least, you are. LYDIA Look, maybe this place isn't for you then. Not everyone's got what it takes-- AUGUST Stop! If you can make it, so can I. LYDIA Okay... Okay... (beat) Come on down to lunch with everyone. It'll be great. I even took the liberty of calling Michael. AUGUST Michael? You called Michael? LYDIA Yeah. AUGUST Jesus, Lydia. We broke up last month, remember? LYDIA Auggie! Not another one. He could have helped your career, damnit! (beat) Why didn't you tell me? AUGUST I did, I thought. I guess your mind was on other matters. LYDIA I'm sorry. SUMNER Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. LYDIA Are you--? AUGUST Yes, I'll go to lunch. LYDIA Good. (beat) I know it's a long weekend and everything, but Grace just put me in charge of the Paramount proposal. Considering no works' been done on it, and the meeting is Tuesday... AUGUST You need it done this weekend. (beat) No problem. LYDIA August... AUGUST Yeah, yeah. Sure. Sure. Lydia slips out the door. August sits spinning the RING on his finger. AFTER A MOMENT he follows. ON BOTTLE as, with a gust of wind, it CRASHES to the ground. CUT TO: EXT. PARKING DECK -- SHORTLY THERE AFTER August walks to his OLD BEAT UP CAR. He POINTS his beeper. PRESSES A BUTTON. NOTHING happens. Presses it again. Still nothing. Again and again. AUGUST Stoooopid piece of... He OPENS the car door. Nothing goes off. CUT TO: INT. AUGUST'S CAR -- SAME He sits down and the CAR ALARM ECHOES THROUGHOUT the building. HE FRANTICALLY STRUGGLES TO SWITCH THE CAR ALARM OFF. He sits back, sighs. INSERT AUGUST POV REAR VIEW MIRROR Empty back seat. ON AUGUST AUGUST Let's get get this fucking lunch over with. SUMNER (O.S.) Sure. AUGUST's POV OF BACK SEAT SUMNER GRAVES, long hair tussled, sits there smiling. SUMNER Boo. AUGUST IS OUT OF THE CAR IN A FLASH. CUT TO: EXT. PARKING DECK -- WIDER ANGLE AUGUST AHHHHHH!!!!!! SHIT!!!!!!! Sumner FOLLOWS. SUMNER August! August! It's me! It's Sumner! AUGUST You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! You scared the-- (beat) Sumner? What are you doing here, you son of a bitch? SUMNER "Fuck" and "son of a bitch." You sure sound like an agent. AUGUST Just be glad I didn't give you a real LA welcome for scaring me like that. (makes gun with fingers) (beat) Oh, give me a hug. Both embrace. AUGUST (continuing) What in the world are you doing here? Last I heard you were in New Zealand or Fiji or.. SUMNER Ehh. I hadn't seen you in a while. Thought I'd drop in and save you from yourself. AUGUST From you is more like it. Another heart attack like that and-- GUARD (O.S.) Mr. Ryee, are you okay? August's POV OF WILLIE, a security guard, stopped on his electric cart. AUGUST Willie! Yeah. I'm fine. GUARD I heard the alarm and the shouting. AUGUST Shouting? Oh that. My friend Sumner here just gave me a fright.... WIDER on August and the Guard. NO ONE ELSE is in the car park. GUARD Yes Sir. Well if there are any problems just let me know, okay? AUGUST (phased) Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. August LOOKS around his car, sees NOTHING. He picks up his briefcase. Suddenly, a voice: SUMNER Well come on! We haven't got all day! Sumner is at the car, motioning. And August climbs into the car, a little the worse for wear. CUT TO: EXT. BOARDWALK -- DAY The two walk against the crowd. They pass a COFFEE MACHINE. SUMNER So, I was in Christchurch presenting the work I'd done with the W'natshi tribe and their after life beliefs when-- Sumner stops and gets coffee from the machine. (to August) Coffee? AUGUST It's 92 degrees, Sumner. SUMNER Live a little. AUGUST Iced coffee. Decaf. SUMNER Wimp. AUGUST Fag. SUMNER Guilty. Anyway... I just couldn't shake this feeling you were in trouble. I tried to contact you but never managed to get through. AUGUST You did? When--? SUMNER (continuing on) You must have been SOOO busy with your crazy Hollywood lifestyle. I finagled a layover and here I am. What. Aren't you aren't glad I'm here? AUGUST Oh, yes. I'm glad you're here, really. Its been seven and a half months since we last talked-- SUMNER You counted? I'm touched. AUGUST Numbers are my life, remember? Everything taken together, I'm glad you're here. SUMNER Everything taken together nothing's wrong? AUGUST No. My life is just ducky. SUMNER Ducky? AUGUST Quack. Quack. SUMNER So you made it, then? Full bore agent? Blonds throwing themselves at you to get in pictures and all that? AUGUST No. SUMNER No, no blonds or no, no agent? AUGUST No, I'm not an agent, yet. This time next year, I think. It's just a matter of time. SUMNER You said that this time last year. AUGUST So fucking what? We can't all be wonder kids like you and have our PH.D. in Outer Mesopotamian haircuts by the time we're twenty eight. Jesus, you're a snob. SUMNER I'm sorry. I didn't mean to start a fight. (beat) Besides it's Inner. AUGUST What? SUMNER Inner. My dissertation was on Inner Mesopotamian Haircuts. And shaves. August's phone rings. AUGUST Hold on. SUMNER What--? AUGUST SUMNER (to Sumner) I don't believe you. Hey! I have to answer this. Yeah We're trying to fight here! yeah, sure sure. Argue with me! Punch me! (to phone) Something! Just don't-- Hello? You're back from lunch already? But I'm still going to meet you and... Yeah. Sure. AUGUST (to Sumner) She put me on hold. SUMNER She put you on hold? On a cell phone? AUGUST She was on hold, so she called me till she was off hold. Now that she's off hold I'm on hold until she's off again so I can be off hold too and on with her. It's Hollywood. SUMNER Hang up. He tries to take the phone. AUGUST No. SUMNER Hang up. You're with me, remember? AUGUST I can't. (to phone) Hello? Sure. (to Sumner) The boss wants to talk-- (to phone) Mr. Grace? Yes Sir. No, it'll be done. I just stepped out for lunch-- SUMNER grabs the phone from August's hand. SUMNER (best English accent) Hello? Mr. Grace? Graves here. Who am I? A rival. One with a message: Mr. Ryee will not be joining you old farts for the rest of Eternity. He's mine. Yes, yes. And he wanted me to tell you all to fuck off and have a bloody good existence without him. Cherrio and all that. Buhb-bye. (to August) He loved me. AUGUST You didn't just do that. SUMNER Yup. AUGUST How could you--? I've got to call him back. SUMNER Can't. I have the phone. AUGUST Give me that. August reaches for it. INSERT AUGUST's HAND grabs for the phone. It SIZZLES to his touch. He jerks his hand back in PAIN. AUGUST (continuing) Owww! SUMNER Gotta catch me. AUGUST What? Sumner takes OFF IN A MAD RUN, dodging between people. SUMNER (while running) I'm king of the castle, you're a dirty rascal! (laughs) AUGUST Come back here! (beat) Damn him. August chases off after him. CUT TO: EXT. SIDE STREET -- SAME Sumner races one way with August close behind. CUT TO: EXT. DIFFERENT STREET -- SAME August follows Sumner down another, stops when he doesn't seem to see him. FOOTSTEPS from behind! Sumner is GOING THE OTHER WAY! August chases after. CUT TO: EXT. BLIND ALLEY -- SAME Cornered, August thinks. But THERE IS NO ONE THERE. HOLD on August for the moment until he turns back and BOOM! There is Sumner! SUMNER Boo Boo. AUGUST Gaad! Give me my phone! SUMNER Take it. August feigns right then goes left, managing to THROW SUMNER TO THE GROUND. They WRESTLE AROUND for a moment. LAUGHS start. And then, just when they are close enough, eye to eye, lip to lip, August finds himself KISSING SUMNER, long and deep. BREAKING AWAY: AUGUST No! CUT TO: EXT. BOARDWALK -- DAY August walks fast and Sumner follows. AUGUST No! No! No! SUMNER What?! What's wrong? AUGUST We ended this! We ended this four years ago, damnit! This isn't some little tropical island. You aren't a naked guy I met on rock and I... I don't think about you anymore, I don't talk about you anymore and I most certainly don't love you anymore. SUMNER Really? Then why are still wearing my ring on your finger? August looks at the ring on his finger. AUGUST You're not wearing mine. Sumner opens up his SHIRT. He pulls a RING ON A CHAIN from underneath. AUGUST (continuing) Fuck you! Just go away. Just go the fuck AWAY!!! SLAM CUT TO: EXT. BOARDWALK -- WIDER SHOT And much to his obvious dismay, August finds himself the sole person on a very empty street. FADE OUT: INT. / EXT. (BLACK SCREEN) BLACK SUMNER God, I'm cold. OLD MAN You musn't try again. SUMNER I've got to. I've got to. FADE IN: EXT. STREET August wanders aimlessly. He turns a corner and: CUT TO: EXT. RESTAURANT PATIO -- DAY Lydia waiting, sipping ice water. LYDIA August! August! Over here dear. You are the first to arrive. AUGUST First to arrive? To what? LYDIA My celebratory lunch. Since no one else has made it, that leaves time for you and me to talk about the proposal. AUGUST I just talked to you at the office. You told me you were done with lunch. LYDIA How? I just got here! Oh hey! Michael's coming. I bet you guys can even make up over sushi! You'll have a contact at Fine Line in no time! AUGUST Skip FineLine. Skip Michael. I just want to know what's going on here! LYDIA What's going on here is that five years out, you are still one step removed from the mail room. What's going on here is that I'm trying to help you up the ladder, be it with better work or with a guy who could help your career. So listen up and do what I say, August. I made it. (beat) I know Michael's not the same as that boy you took off school with- what was his name? AUGUST Sumner Graves. LYDIA The sire of dyslexic, zombie hippies I'm sure. All I'm trying to do by getting you back with Michael is... AUGUST I don't think Michael can advance my career. LYDIA (angry) Yes he can! I'm tired of talking about this. Just call him and see how far from here he is. AUGUST I don't have a phone. It was taken by a mad drunk talking in a bad english accent. LYDIA Well here, take mine. (beat) Take it. I can't have you running about without a phone now can I? It's your link to everything. August REACHES out for it. CUT TO: EXT. RESTAURANT PATIO -- DIFFERENT ANGLE And Sumner STANDS stands just over the edge of the railing. SUMNER There you are! I knew I'd find you again. AUGUST Sumner? What happened to you? LYDIA Oh stop prattling to yourself and call Michael-- SUMNER August, I want you to come with me. Now. AUGUST Lydia do you see him? Sumner's right there. SUMNER Come on. Sumner REACHES out for him, pulls him along and CUT TO: EXT. BOARDWALK -- DAY Back to the board walk. SUMNER That's better. AUGUST How did you--? (confused) She didn't see you. That's twice no one noticed you. First the guard... then her... SUMNER That's important to you, isn't it? To be noticed. AUGUST Don't change the subject! This isn't about me, it's about you. SUMNER No. As much as I wish otherwise, this is all about you. AUGUST Stop being so damn cryptic. SUMNER And you stop being so damn difficult! (beat) Look, I want you to imagine that all we have is today-- AUGUST I'm not going to imagine anything so stupid. Wait-- Are you dying? Do you have AIDS? Tell me-- SUMNER August! Just pretend. What would you want to do if today, right now, your lunch break, was the only time we had to be together, the last time we'd see each other. Forever AUGUST Forever? Geez. In that case I'd... I'd... I'd want to... (beat) Shop. SUMNER Shop? AUGUST Shop. SUMNER Shop. CUT TO: EXT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS It's a MONTAGE of images as August and Sumner are EVERYWHERE shopping and having fun. ...SANTA MONICA... 3RD STREET PROMENADE... TOWER RECORDS... CENTURY CITY... ...On a STREET a SPRINKLER goes off soaking the two... August is pissed at first then quickly recovers... They splash through the water on the beach. Sumner tries to push August in the water, but he ducks down and sends Sumner in instead... ALL THE WHILE VARIOUS PEOPLE WATCH. CUT TO: EXT. ICE CREAM STAND -- DAY August eats an ice cream. Sumner has a... AUGUST Coffee for you on the now 100 degree day and ice cream, the rational choice, for me. SUMNER Thanks. August starts laughing. SUMNER (continuing) What? AUGUST I just flashed back to you on that rock, bare behind in the air. A big, gold lizard frying in the sun. SUMNER Would this be my naked rock, on the naked beach, that you were so terribly scared to go on? AUGUST Yes it would. And I was scared only because you were so ga-ga over me. SUMNER How did you know? Oh. Never mind. (laughs) As I recall, once I convinced shy boy you to go au natural you didn't put your clothes back on for longer than an hour the rest of that summer. AUGUST As I recall, I didn't have reason too. (beat) We had a lot of fun that summer. SUMNER Yes. Yes we did. AUGUST Why did it end? SUMNER It wasn't what you "saw your life being." So that ripe, clear morning you wrote me a note, hopped a boat to the mainland and didn't talk to me again for nearly two years. AUGUST I.. I had to finish law school. Taking that summer off to be with you put me well behind... SUMNER You hated law school. AUGUST I graduated with honors. SUMNER To became an agent! Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? AUGUST It's what I wanted. SUMNER Even now? (beat) You tried August, harder than anyone I know. It's okay now to try something else. AUGUST No! No it's not! Failing is not an option. Don't you understand? I will not fail at this! CUT TO: EXT. ICE CREAM STAND -- DAY -- WIDER THE CROWD LOOKS. SUMNER Well I think you might have! Look around you and ask yourself if you haven't failed! Jesus, I came so far to see you and this is all I get. AUGUST "So far." "Imagine today's the only day we have, Forever." What the hell are you talking about!! Sumner notices the OTHERS looking at them. SUMNER Damn. They've noticed. AUGUST Well of course they have! We're two fags having a hissy fight in public! SUMNER (scared) We've got to get out of here. AUGUST What? He GRABS AUGUST'S HAND SUMNER Come on! CUT TO: EXT. RESTAURANT PATIO -- MOMENTS LATER They round the corner and are back at the restaurant. Lydia waves at August. SUMNER No. Shit. LYDIA Oh, August. You are the first to arrive. Come, come. Sit with me. AUGUST Lydia? LYDIA Come sit silly and we can talk all about getting you back together with Michael. THERE IS A SHUFFLING SOUND FROM BEHIND. SUMNER We have no time for this. LYDIA I ordered those neat chicken skewers with plum sauce... AUGUST Lydia? Someone tell me what's going on! August ventures too close and Lydia GRABS him. LYDIA (to Sumner) He's staying. He's staying with Us. SUMNER I don't think so. Sumner reaches out his hand, TOUCHING LYDIA. Colors of the rainbow fly out in all directions, Lydia REELS away and a SCREAM SPLITS THE WORLD. The cry is loud and agonizing, a thousand moans all at once, anger icing through. DIFFERENT ANGLE AS Lydia (and others) quickly recover. They block their way. All have a terrible, terrible look on their face. SUMNER (continuing) Run! Fast! Lydia STRIKES Sumner. He SCREAMS. August is taken aback, a bit of shock descends across his face. HE GRABS HOLD OF SUMNER AND RUNS. CUT TO: EXT. DIFFERENT STREET -- SAME Another street. They stretch on endlessly. Gray descends. AUGUST Sumner, which way? Which... HE LOOKS BACK AT SUMNER and sees the blood on his side, the pain in his face. AUGUST (continuing) Oh, god. The WORLD screams again. SOMETHING stirs out in the DARK. AUGUST (continuing) The car should be here. None of this makes any sense. I have... CUT TO: EXT. VIRGIN RECORD STORE -- SAME They stand in front for a moment. AUGUST ...no... CUT TO: EXT. 3RD STREET PROMENADE They stand there for a moment. AUGUST ...idea... CUT TO: EXT. CENTURY CITY -- SAME AUGUST ...where I... CUT TO: EXT. SIDE STREET -- SAME AUGUST ...am...? SUMNER Home. Go home. AUGUST But it's so far away. SUMNER We're there. We're already there. AND THEY ARE: CUT TO: INT. AUGUST'S LIVINGROOM -- MOMENTS LATER There they stand. AUGUST Wow. Totally Dorothy. THE SCREAM CUTS THE WORLD. SOMETHING THUMPS OUTSIDE. AUGUST (continuing) Damnit Sumner! I'm tired of this ghost shit. Cut it out! SUMNER Ghost shit? AUGUST I figured it out. No one can see you because you're a ghost. It's just like in the movies. And all the instant travel-- Magic. As for that... sound...its got to be more of your doing. Sumner laughs. And cries. AUGUST (continuing) What? Why are you laughing? SUMNER I'm sorry. But... well... I'm not dead, August. You are. There is a long pause for a moment. Then August EXPLODES with anger. He RACES at Sumner screaming: AUGUST No. He pounds on Sumner then he gives into tears. SHADOWS FALL ACROSS THE ROOM. Shadows move ACROSS the windows... They begin to shake. The whole HOUSE SHAKES. DOOR JAMS rattle, THE BED MOVES. AND SOMETHING SCRATCHES AT THE FRONT DOOR, some horrible force clawing its way in. And the noise, growing louder and louder. SUMNER I'm sorry. I'm sorry. AUGUST When? How? SUMNER Does it matter? AUGUST Yes! (beat) No. Sumner collapses at the bed, his strength failing. AUGUST (continuing) Jeezus. August PULLS Sumner's SHIRT off, opens his pants to see GASHING WOUND cutting from chest to waist, glowing with a hell fire. SUMNER Big, isn't it? (laughs) He said there would be dangers. The shaman told me to watch out for... It. I didn't really believe him. AUGUST It? That thing outside? SUMNER I guess it's the sum of determination gone bad, of Hope vanquished, of Love forgotten. Made from parts of you and the others here. That It exists is important. That It wants you here forever is what scares me. AUGUST This place? You said I made it? How? SUMNER The W'natshi believe that, just as in life, in death we make the world we live in. Some make happy places. Others, angry souls, remake their lives, problems and all, trying forever to succeed where they can't. They grow more and more angry, hopeless and despondent, crying for Eternity. AUGUST (looking) God you are loosing, what blood? You never should have come. SUMNER I had to. I heard your cry across the Void, August. They told me what was done was done, that I should leave you to your fate. But if I could do anything for you, I had to try. I didn't fight for you when you were alive. This was my last chance. He slumps down. THE DOOR SEEMS TO CRACK NOW. BLACK LIGHT SHINES IN. THE NOISE OUTSIDE GROWS LOUDER. THE LIGHT BATHES IN... and THE DARKNESS FIGHTS ON. AUGUST All I ever wanted to do was be a success. To matter. I just wanted to matter. SUMNER You silly, beautiful boy. You do matter. Always. AUGUST (sarcastic) Why? Because you love...loved me? SUMNER No. AUGUST Then how can you know? How do you know I was of any importance? I never spoke with Shamans. Never cured cancer. I didn't even get to make a film deal. SUMNER (laughs) The horror. Sumner kisses him. SUMNER (continuing) You do matter. AUGUST (angry) Why? Why? SUMNER Because, August. You just simply do. THE DOOR BEGINS TO RIPPLE. THE WALLS TO SHAKE. AUGUST It's coming through isn't it? SUMNER It doesn't want me here. Some part of you doesn't either. He starts to shimmer, shake, DISAPPEAR. SUMNER (continuing) Well. Time's up. AUGUST No! Sumner! SUMNER I thought if I just told you how much I loved you then maybe-- Sumner fades away, except for his RING, now cast about Augusts hands. The DOOR won't hold. August turns to look, to stare full bore at the rage breaking in... AUGUST Shit. And then the door explodes. CUT TO: INT. AUGUST'S BEDROOM -- JUST BEFORE MORNING The clock reads 6:00AM, the alarm goes off. BACK WIDE as the room is normal, bed made, briefcase ready, jacket on hand for the office. Yet the room is empty, bereft of any moving person. At its center, on the table by the RUINED DOOR, rests an open CELLPHONE with SUMNER's RING draped over it. NARRATOR I guess the worst type of horror then.. TIGHT ON AUGUST'S face, as we... FADE OUT NARRATOR ...the kind that lingers longest after the lights go out, is not be the pain the Dead inflict on the Living, but that which the Living inflict on the Dead. END