The+Survivors+of+Flight+422

The Survivors of Flight 422  By Harrison Pyros = =

//(There is a press conference. The two people behind the table, with a nameplate in front of each of them, are Cecelia Evans and Simon Maybank. In front of the table are the press and the news people. Cameras are flashing and there is a low murmur.)//

Simon: //(Leaning into his microphone.)// So far there is no new news on the crash of Air Global Flight 422. Man: Mr. Simon Maybank, it's been a week. Do you think there is any chance of survivors? Simon: //(Frankly and bluntly.)// No. Woman: Miss Cecelia Evans, do you know what caused the crash? Cecelia: Our theory is foul play was involved. Man: And where did the plane go down? Simon: Its flight was from Sydney, Australia to Los Angeles, California and we lost contact early in the flight. Before Hawaii, that is. Woman: How many were on board? Cecelia: It was a 747-passenger plane so around three hundred. Woman: Do you know why someone would want to bring down this plane? Simon: So far, we do not know. Man: Do you know what kind of crash it was? Cecelia: We think it was a mid-air breakup from examining the wreckage. Something, we don’t know what, severed the plane in half taking away the tail section. The nose and the remainder of the fuselage continued forward until crashing into the ocean some hundred miles away from the tail. Woman: From what I’ve heard, the man Jerald Nash was aboard the plane, in custody of the American FBI. Is this true? Simon: That is correct. Are there any more questions? //(There press is silent and some shake their heads.)// Cecelia: Well, then I guess this press conference is— Young Man: //(Bursts through the doors shouting.)// They found them! They found them! //(Both Cecelia and Simon stand up alarmed. Everyone in the audience turns to look at the Young Man.)// Simon: What? Who? Young Man: The survivors! The survivors of Flight 422. //(The lights fade and the scene ends.)// //(The set is a news scene. Two co-anchors, Elliot Huntington and Cassandra Greene, are sitting behind the news desk.)//

Elliot: Good evening, Los Angeles. I’m Elliot Huntington.

Cassandra: And I’m Cassandra Greene.

Elliot: Our top story of the night: the new exciting information on the crash of Air Global Flight 422.

Cassandra: Over a week ago, the 747 went down over the Pacific. All aboard were feared dead. But now we finally have some good news to tell about the aircraft. They have found survivors.

Elliot: Eight of them to be exact.

Cassandra: They are being dubbed as The Miracle Eight. For a week, they floated on two lift rafts until they were finally rescued. A whole week.

Elliot: Two of them are in critical conditions of injury, and all are in terrible states of dehydration and sunburns. Though, they are all expected to pull through. The doctors have not allowed our reporters to ask any questions, but we do know the answer to one rumor.

Cassandra: The man responsible for this tragedy is Jerald Nash.

Elliot: //The// Jerald Nash.

Cassandra: He was a known independent terrorist bomber, not belonging to any group who was responsible for over three hundred deaths in the United States, not including the lives he took in the bombing of Flight 422.

Elliot: //(Shaking his head.)// What a horrible man.

Cassandra: Nash was hiding out in Australia when the FBI found him and took him into custody. A total of sixteen FBI agents were on board Flight 422 with Nash, but only three survived the crash.

Elliot: Nash had a partner in his bombing. We know that this partner was on board. A bomb was in the tail section of the plane, un-detected by the usual check of the aircraft before takeoff, and activated by cell phone. The partner and Jerald Nash are believed to be dead.

Cassandra: Our other story of tonight…//(Her voice fades as the lights dim and the scene ends.)//

**THREE YEARS LATER**

//(Anndrea Garza walks up to the door of a large and expensive house. She rings the doorbell. Anndrea, pronounced: ON-DRAY-UH, is a young woman of about twenty-eight. She is dressed semi-formal, in a peach-coat and knee-length skirt with high heels// //. She’s carrying a black briefcase. Caine Anderson opens the door.)//

Anndrea: Caine! //(She hugs him. He hugs her back.)// It’s so good to see you again.

Caine: Hey, Anndrea. Come on in. //(They both enter the house and sit on the rather lavish leather couch.)// What have you been up to?

Anndrea: Same as last time we talked. //(Holds up the briefcase.)// Business.

Caine: Still an author?

Anndrea: Yep. I’m working on a new novel. //(She opens the briefcase and hands Caine a stack of paper. He flips through it.)//

Caine: You make getting published look so easy.

Anndrea: Well, it’s not that hard for one of The Miracle Eight to get published. They see our name on something and they know people will buy it and the press have a story.

Caine: //(Rolling his eyes.)// No kidding. Did you see that special on TV last week? The Miracle Eight: Where Are They Now? Give me a break.

Anndrea: You still with the FBI?

Caine: Yeah. And not to be rude, but what are you doing here?

Anndrea: I got a call from my agent to meet him here. We were going to discuss a publishing deal on my new book with some editor guy. Something Trenton.

Caine: Edward Trenton?

Anndrea: Yeah, that’s his name. Anyway, I was told this was his house. Too old and fancy if you ask me.

Caine: //(Looking around.)// Yeah. I agree.

Anndrea: How about you. Why are you here?

Caine: Got invited. This was supposed to be a party for my friend at the office who got promoted.

Anndrea: Weird. Hey, is there anyone else here? You know, anyone else I would know.

Caine: Paul’s here.

Anndrea: Paul? Paul LaPort? He’s here?

Caine: Yeah, he’s in the other room. He said he was invited here by some colleague.

Anndrea: I can see why he came. Nice big house over looking the beach. The view of the ocean must be just amazing in the daytime. I would love to live here if this house wasn’t so huge.

Caine: Same here. //(Paul enters. He is an older man in his mid-forties and casually dressed, contrary to Caine who is a young man who looks like he is in his late twenties and dressed semi-formal.)// Anndrea: //(Sees Paul. Excitedly.)// Hey, Paul. Paul: Hello, Anndrea. //(They hug.)// How have you been? Anndrea: Fantastic. You? Paul: I’m better than most. Caine: Anndrea is writing a new novel. Paul: Really? I absolutely loved your last one. Anndrea: Thank you. Paul: What’s this one about? Anndrea: Right now I’m trying to do a romance. Paul: Oh. Very different from your suspense. Anndrea: I have some action in there. Don’t worry your pretty little head. Paul: //(Chuckles.)// I’d love to hear more about it. //(A knock sounds at the door.)// Caine: I got it. It was nice seeing you again, Anndrea. You too, Paul. Paul: Talk to you later, Caine. //(Turns back to Anndrea as they walk offstage.)// So what’s it about? Anndrea: Well, there is this girl, her name is Loretta, and… //(Their voices fade as they exit. Caine opens the door. At the door is Brian Lee. He is a fit man in his early to mid thirties. He is dressed semi-formal.)// Caine: Hey, Brian! Brian: How are you doing, Caine? Caine: I’m good. How ’bout you? //(They both drift into the house and Caine shuts the door.)// Brian: Same. I didn’t expect you to be here. Caine: I’m sure you didn’t expect Anndrea and Paul to be here either. Brian: What? Paul LaPort? And Anndrea Garza? //The// Paul LaPort and Anndrea Garza? Caine: What other one’s do you know? Brian: Yeah, that’s true. Caine: So what brings you up here to his huge house? Brian: Got invited by some Edward Trenton to a party. Caine: Rather vague, don’t you think? Brian: I’ve gotten invites that are less informative before. You get over invites that lack information when you are part of The Miracle Eight. Caine: True. This is probably another one of those dinners or something bringing us back together. Some reporter is probably going to come here and they’ll do some report like: The Miracle Eight. Three years since the crash and now they are all reunited.

Brian: Those people annoy the hell out of me. They just don’t get it. It’s been three years. We’ve all gotten over it, even Anndrea, and her fiancé died in that crash. So why don’t they just leave us alone. Nothing’s going to change.

Caine: They just want an inspirational, heart-warming story. Meaning, it’s all going to be bull-crap.

Brian: Well, there are four of us here already. The other four are probably going to show up soon.

//(There is another knock.)//

Caine: Speak of the devil. //(He opens the door. Standing there is Candace Hail. She is an attractive young woman of about twenty-eight. She is dressed very casual: in jeans and a gray shirt. She has on a black jacket and carries a dark bag.)//

Brian: Would you look at that; it is the devil.

Candace: //(Playfully.)// Oh, shut up, Brian.

Brian: //(Coming to meet her.)// How’ve you been, Candace?

Candace: //(Hugging him.)// I’m good. You?

Brian: Just fine.

Caine: Aren’t you going to ask how I’m doing?

Candace: I’m sure you haven’t changed since Tuesday.

Caine: It wouldn’t hurt.

Candace: //(Rolling her eyes.)// Fine. How have you been Caine?

Caine: I’m great. Thanks for asking. Now was that so hard?

Candace: I’m dying on the inside.

Brian: So have you and your partner //(Nods to Caine.)// had anything interesting happen lately?

Candace: //(Coyly.)// I can’t tell you.

Brian: Come on. We’re all FBI here.

Candace: Okay, okay. You want to know what happened last week?

Brian: //(He leans forward with anticipation.)// Yeah?

Candace: Caine, you tell the story better.

Caine: All right. So we were tracking this drug-lord and we finally got some evidence that pinned him guilty. So we broke into his house, but there w as no one there. Except we heard a sound in the closet. So Candace and I creep toward it and there is this strangled moan from inside. I reach out towards the handle and grab it. And then I open the door and inside… Brian: Inside, yeah? Caine: Inside of that dark, disgusting closet was //(He lets the drama build as Brian leans forward again. Suddenly, both Caine and Candace yell and Brian jumps back in fear and surprise. Candace and Caine begin to laugh hysterically.)// Brian: Good God, you guys scared the hell out of me. Candace: //(Trying to control her laughter.)// Works on everyone. Caine: Anything happen to you lately? Brian: Well, I just recently pissed my pants. Caine: //(Chuckles.)// Oh, and Candace, I’ve been wondering, why are you here? Candace: Some guy named Edward Trenton invited me here for some party. By letter too. Weird. Anyway, so that’s why I’m here. You guys? Brian: Same here. A party. Caine: Invited to some party for a promotion. And you know what’s weird is that when I got here, there was a note stuck to the door and it said to let myself in and that he, being Edward Trenton, the owner of this place, was running late. In the note, he told me where everything was and to let everyone in. Candace: You’d think with a house as huge as this, the guy would have some maids or butlers or whatever. Caine: Yeah. Well, anyway, I’m going to go and get a drink. Care to join me anyone? Brian: Yeah, I’ll come with you. Candace? Candace: I think I’ll wait here. Thanks though. //(Brian and Caine exit. Candace sits on the couch as Anndrea enters.)// Anndrea: Hey, Candace. Candace: //(Turning towards Anndrea.)// Anndrea? //(Stands up and they hug in greeting.)// God, how long has it been? Anndrea: Like three months or something. So how have you been? Kick anyone’s ass lately at the FBI? Candace: //(Laughs lightheartedly.)// No. Not lately. I read your last book. It was really good. Anndrea: Thanks. I’m working on another one now. So let me guess: you’re here for a party. Candace: Yeah. You too? Anndrea: I was supposed to discuss business, but Caine said he was here for a party. Candace: I heard. Anndrea: No offense, but aren’t you a little under-dressed for a party? Candace: //(Holds up her bag.)// Got my other clothes in here. I absolutely hate walking around in heels and a tight little dress before the damn party even starts. So when it does, I’ll change. Anndrea: That’s a good idea. I’ll keep that in mind. //(Someone knocks at the door. Candace answers. At the door are Gregory Michaels and Kimberly Royal. Gregory is a man of about thirty dressed in semi-formal. Kimberly is in her late-twenties and also dressed semi-formal in a baby blue blouse and beige skirt that is similar to Anndrea’s. They both carry suitcases.)// Candace: Hey, Kimberly. What’s up, Greg? Kimberly: Hey, Candace. //(They hug, and the door closes behind Gregory as he walks inside.)// I haven’t seen you since the wedding. Gregory: Yeah, how have you been, Candace? Candace: I am in a giant house with expensive booze on a cliff over-looking the beach. I have died and gone to heaven. //(Gregory and Kimberly both laugh.)// Anndrea: So how’s the married life for you two? Kimberly: It’s great. Gregory: Stay single. //(Kimberly shoots him a look.)// I’m kidding. Kim’s fantastic. Kimberly: Is Paul here? Anndrea: Yeah. Why? Gregory: He invited Kim and me here. It was awesome of him. Kimberly: A weekend in a mansion overlooking the ocean. It was like he threw gold at us. Gregory: So we said okay. It was really nice of him. And then a few days later, we get this letter from some guy named Edward Trenton inviting us to his house. Candace: Coincidence? Anndrea: I doubt it. Everyone except Lance is here and I have a really strong feeling he’ll show. If seven of us are here, the eighth is bound to show. Kimberly: Oh. So this is some Miracle Eight thing? Candace: //(Shrugging.)// I don’t know. Well, I’m going to go and catch up with the others and drink a rich man’s liquor. Anyone care to join me? Anndrea: I wouldn’t mind a drink. //(Everyone exits the stage and the scene ends.)//

//(Everyone is in a large room and socializing. Many, if not all, have a drink in their hand. Gregory and Paul are talking to each other, Anndrea,// //Candace, and Brian are talking, and Caine and Kimberly are speaking with one another.)//

Kimberly: //(To Caine.)// Do you know when Mr. Trenton is going to show up?

Caine: No. But I’m sure he’ll call if something’s wrong.

Kimberly: It looks like it’s getting late. What time is it?

Caine: //(Looks at the clock on the wall.)// About nine thirty.

Candace: So I’m driving on the free way, right, when this blue car speeds up from behind me and cuts me off. And I’m like, “What the hell?” So I honk my horn at them and they respond with giving me the finger.

Anndrea: Classy.

Candace: That’s not the worst part. So I go into the lane other to see who the asshole is, and guess who’s driving the car.

Brian: Who?

Candace: My boss. //(Both Brian and Anndrea start laughing.)// I know, right?

//(Someone knocks at the front door offstage.)//

Kimberly: Twenty bucks that’s Lance.

Paul: I got it. //(He exits.)//

Anndrea: You know I wish this Edward Trenton would show up. I’m starving.

Candace: No kidding.

Brian: //(Shaking his head.)// Not a very good host.

//(Lance and Paul enter. Lance Stanton is a man of around forty. He is dressed in semi-formal.)//

Kimberly: Hey, Lance!

Lance: Hey, Kim.

Candace: //(Hugs him.)// How are you?

Lance: I am great.

Paul: And The Miracle Eight are reunited.

Lance: Aw, crap. Another Miracle Eight thing?

Caine: Seems like it.

Lance: God, you’d think they’d let it go.

Gregory: Yeah. You’d think.

Candace: //(She holds up her own empty glass.)// Anyone need a refill? //(Anndrea and Brian both shake their heads.)// ’Kay, I’m going to go and get me some more. Lance, you want a drink?

Lance: Uh, yeah, sure. What do they have?

Candace: Everything.

Lance: Whoa. Um, okay. Can you get me a gin on the rocks?

Candace: Yeah, sure. Be right back. //(She exits.)//

//(A phone rings.)// Caine: I’ll get it. //(He exits.)// Paul: That better be Edward saying he’s almost here. Lance: How long have you been waiting? Paul: Caine got here an hour ago. I showed up almost right after him. //(Candace reenters holding two glasses. She hands one to Lance.)// Lance: Thank you. Candace: Welcome. //(Caine reenters.)// Kimberly: Who was it? Caine: Our host, Mr. Trenton. Gregory: What’d he say? Caine: He said he would be running late. //(Everyone groans.)// But he said to help ourselves to the food in the fridge. Anndrea: Finally. Some food. I don’t know about you guys, but I am starving. Brian: Me too. Let’s go get something. //(Anndrea and Brian exit.)// Candace: I’ll be with you guys in a minute. //(It zooms in on Candace’s face and then zooms out and suddenly she is in Air Global Flight 422’s bathroom with Caine and Jerald Nash. Jerald Nash is a man of about forty-five. He is in handcuffs and is dressed casually and has a slight stubble and a crazed look in his eye. He is on the floor and he is laughing.)// Tell us where it is. Nash: //(Laughing.)// I’ll never tell. It’s a secret. Candace: //(She back-hand slaps him.)// Tell us where the bomb is, you stupid bastard! Nash: Even if I told you, it wouldn’t make a difference. My partner’s gonna blow this plane straight to hell. Caine: Who is your partner, Nash? Nash: You can quit the tough-guy routine, Caine. It’s not working. (Caine elbows Nash in the face.) Oh, my face! You asshole. Caine: Sorry, it slipped. Candace: Caine, go and get a flight attendant. Tell them to tell the captain to lower the plane and return everyone to their seats. Caine: Okay. //(He opens the bathroom door, walks out and looks for a flight attendant. He sees a woman in a blue flight attendant uniform.)// Miss! Miss, over here. //(She turns around. It is Kimberly Royal.)// Kimberly: //(She walks over to him.)// Is there a problem, sir? Caine: //(He pulls out his badge and shows it to her.)// FBI. We suspect there is a bomb on board this plane. We need you to tell the pilot to turn on the seat-belt sign and lower this plane as low as they can. All right? Kimberly: //(She is shocked.)// Oh. Um. All—All right. Caine: //(To Candace.)// We need to get him back to his seat. //(Candace nods and grabs Nash and hauls him to his feet and starts to lead him out, back to his seat as Kimberly speaks into a telephone quietly.)// Nash: We’re all going to die. Candace: Shut up. //(Sits him down into his seat.)// Kimberly: What is going on? Candace: //(Turning to her.)// We think there is a bomb on this plane. Kimberly: //(Covering her mouth with both her hands.)// Oh my God. Candace: How high are we up in the air? Kimberly: //(She is scared.)// Thirty—Thirty thousand feet and—and—and dropping. Why? Candace: If that bomb goes off, part of the plane may still survive, but that part is going to drop and it’s going to drop fast. If we drop from that height, there is no way anyone is going to survive. Everyone on board will die. Kimberly: Oh…Oh my… //(The pilot’s voice is heard over the intercom telling the passengers to return to their seats and warning them of turbulence. The pilot says that they are lowering the plane to avoid a thundercloud or something along the lines of a reasonable excuse.)// Caine: //(He reads her nametag.)// Kimberly, you need to get to your seat and strap in. Do not tell any of the passengers what is happening. We need everyone to stay calm. Paul: //(Walks up.)// Excuse me. Is everything all right? Candace: Sir, you need to return to your seat. //(Kimberly leads Paul back to his seat, out of view, and Caine and Candace sit down in their seats.)// Nash: Are you ready to die? //(Both Caine and Candace strap in.)// And now the fun begins. //(A few seconds later, a huge explosion is heard and people are screaming. Caine, Candace, Nash, and everyone around them are pushed back in their seats. Nash is laughing. You see a red, orange-ish glow behind them in the background. It slowly goes black and the scene ends.)//

//(Everyone except Caine, Lance, and Kimberly are in a large room. Some have different types and combinations of food on plates and all of them have a drink.)// Paul: Okay, I think it’s safe to say that Edward Trenton is the worst host ever. Gregory: No kidding. It’s almost ten o’ clock. Brian: Well, maybe he got pulled over or something. Candace: Doubt it. I don’t know about you guys, but I want to explore this house. See ya. //(She skips away and exits.)// Paul: That does sound like a really fun idea. I might after I finish. //(He looks down at his plate.)// Anndrea: I want to check out this guy’s library if anything. I bet he has some amazing stories. //(She exits.)// Paul: Hey, where are Caine and Kim and Lance? Gregory: The other room. Brian: I wonder if any of them want to see the house. Any of you want to come? Gregory: //(Getting up.)// Right now, I need to use the bathroom. Can you ask Kimberly if she wants to walk around the house later? Brian: Sure. //(Both of them exit and the scene ends.)//

//(Anndrea walks into a large library. She looks at the large bookshelves and walks up to them. She takes a book off the self.)// Anndrea: //(Looking at the book.)// Oh, //Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland//. One of my favorites. //(She opens it to the first page and wanders over to the mahogany table and sits down and starts to read. Suddenly, a gunshot is heard. Anndrea jumps at the sound and looks around.)// What the hell was that? //(She sets down the book and gets up.)// Hello? Did anyone hear that? //(Kimberly suddenly screams offstage.)// Kimberly? Oh my God. //(She runs out the library door and out of sight.)//

//(It is the same room in the scene before where everyone was present except Caine, Lance, and Kimberly. Kimberly is onstage with Caine and she is huddled close to Caine. On the couch, lying limp to the side, is Paul LaPort, dead. He has been shot. Anndrea comes running in.)// Anndrea: What? What happened? //(She sees Paul.)// Oh my God! Kimberly: //(Freaking out.)// I came in looking for Greg and he was just lying there. I came over to him and I shook him, and he just fell over all limp. I actually //touched// him. //(Candace enters.)// Candace: What was that scream? Kimberly: Paul is dead! Candace: What? Caine: It looks like he’s been shot. Kimberly: Oh, Paul. Candace: Are you sure he’s dead? Lance: //(Entering.)// Who’s dead? Anndrea: Paul’s been shot. Lance: //(Hurrying over.)// Oh my God. Caine: //(Reaches over and checks Paul’s pulse.)// Yeah, he’s definitely dead. Candace: All right, someone go and find Gregory and Brian and bring him in here. Anndrea: I’ll find them. //(She exits.)// Candace: Kimberly, you go and call the police. //(Kimberly gives a frightened nod and exits.)// Lance: //(Looking at Paul’s body.)// Do you think it could have been a suicide? Caine: I don’t see the gun anywhere. If it were a suicide, then the gun would be here. Guns don’t just disappear. Lance: So someone //murdered// Paul? Candace: It looks like it. Lance: But why would anyone want Paul dead? Caine: I don’t know. Lance: //(Something dawns on him.)// Is—Is there anyone else in the house? Caine: No. When I got here I looked all over for a maid or a butler, but no one seemed to be in the house. Lance: So if no one was in the house, you’re telling me that one of us shot Paul. One of us seven? Candace: But that just goes back to the question: Why would anyone want to kill Paul? Right now, we’re just going to get everyone to calm down and the police will arrive and they’ll figure it out. //(Anndrea reenters with Brian and Gregory.)// Gregory: Paul been shot? Brian: What happened? Lance: We don’t know. Kimberly: //(Reenters.)// The police said they’re on their way. Gregory: //(Going to her.)// Kimberly! Are you all right? Kimberly: I’m just scared. Brian: Where’s the gun? Is there anyone else in the house? Caine: We don’t know. And no, I don’t think anyone’s in the house. Anndrea: So what do we do? Brian: Don’t you think the best thing to do right now, is to say and wait for the police to show up? Candace: I agree. Gregory: But what if the person who shot Paul is hiding somewhere in the house? Lance: What are you suggesting? Gregory: That we search the house for anyone. Anndrea: Are you crazy? This person //killed// Paul. What makes you think any of us would want to come across that person? Gregory: But what if they get away? Candace: What if they get away? They can’t get far. We’re on a cliff near the beach. There are no other houses around and the city is like an hour’s drive away. That’s a long way to walk. Gregory: But what if they come for one of us next? Kimberly: What? Lance: Why would they want to come for one of us? Gregory: Why would they go for Paul? Anndrea: Gregory, stop it. You are scaring us all with your stupid questions. Especially your wife. //(Motions to Kimberly.)// //(There is a pause.)// Caine: I think we should search the house. Candace: //(Baffled he would disagree with her.)// What? Caine: We should. Just in case they come back. Candace: Who says they are going to come back? Caine: Relax, Candace, it’s just a precaution. If we don’t find anyone in the house, we know we’re safe. Lance: //(Mumbling.)// Or that one of us killed him. //(All heads turn to Lance. There is a pause.)// Caine: Well, I say we search the house in two pairs and a group of three. That way no one is left alone. Candace: No one said we were going to search the house. Caine: What harm can it do? Brian: I do kind of agree, Candace. What harm can it do? Candace: Fine. Gregory and Kimberly, you two go together. Lance and Anndrea, you two stick with each other. Caine, Brian and I will be the group of three. In half an hour we all will meet back here and end this stupidity. All right everyone? //(They all exit in different directions in the proper groups and the scene ends.)//

//(Gregory and Kimberly walk into a room.)// Gregory: It’s starting to look like there is no one in this house. Kimberly: //(Softly.)// Gregory? Gregory: The person is probably long gone. Kimberly: //(Louder.)// Gregory. Gregory: Yeah? Kimberly: I…I need to talk to you about something. Gregory: About what? Kimberly: Come with me. //(They exit.)//

//(Lance and Anndrea walk into a room. As they talk, they search little places around the room.)// Anndrea: What is the matter with you, Lance? You seem so scared and jumpy. Like you actually expect to find the person. Lance: And you don’t think we’ll find them? Anndrea: No. Searching the house is a stupid idea. Like Candace said, the person is probably long gone. Lance: I still think they’re in the house. Anndrea: Don’t tell me you actually agree with Gregory. Lance: Well, I…//(Anndrea raises her eyebrows at him and he drifts into an awkward pause.)// I’ll check in here. //(He opens a door and looks inside.)// Anndrea: What’s in there? Lance: Another room. //(He steps inside and the door closes behind him. After a few seconds, you hear the sound of someone turning a doorknob and then a thump as Lance leans against the door, out of view.)// Hey. Hey! Anndrea, the door’s locked. Let me out. Anndrea: //(Going to the door and trying to turn the knob.)// It won’t open. Lance: Get something to open it. Anndrea: Okay, stay right there. //(She quickly walks away. Lance is heard banging against the door, trying to force it open. After a while, the banging stops. Anndrea reenters holding a metal candlestick.)// Hold on, Lance. I got something. //(She raises the candlestick and brings it down on the doorknob. The doorknob snaps off. She pulls open the door.)// Lance? //(She looks around and inside.)// Lance, where are you? //(She looks around for him as she walks away.)//

//(Candace is onstage. She opens a door and walks into a room.)// Candace: //(She is walking around the room nonchalantly. She then notices what is on the wall. It is a large poster with words in red saying: The Miracle Eight. Below the words in the poster is a picture of a large plane breaking up in mid-air with flames around it going towards the ocean. Around the poster, which is in a frame, are face-shots of The Miracle Eight// //in picture frames.)// What the hell? //(Calling.)// Caine. Brian. Get in here. //(She walks up to the pictures and starts studying them. For about ten seconds or so, neither Caine nor Brian appears.)// Where are they? //(She walks toward the door and opens it. Caine is standing there, reaching out for the doorknob. Candace jumps in surprise.)// Dammit, Caine, you scared me.

Caine: Relax, Candace. I’m not the Boogeyman.

Candace: What took you so long?

Caine: What do you mean?

Candace: What took you so long to get here?

Caine: I was checking the room you told me to check.

Candace: Where Brian?

Caine: Probably checking his room.

Candace: He needs to see this. I’ll get him. //(She exits.)//

//(Caine walks up to the pictures and poster and starts to study them like Candace had. Suddenly, the quiet atmosphere is broken by a scream.)//

Caine: Candace? //(He runs out of the room.)//

//(Caine, Candace, Kimberly, Gregory, Lance, and Anndrea are onstage. Hanging from the banister at the top of the staircase by a noose is Brian. Some of the six are sitting on the stairs, others are standing.)//

Candace: //(She is close to tears.)// I came looking for him and he was just hanging there. I don’t know what happened. He was just hanging there, dead.

Caine: //(Holding her.)// You’re all right. The police will be here soon.

Anndrea: //(In a low voice to Lance.)// Where did you go? I got the door open and you weren’t there.

Lance: I found another way out. I was looking for you when I heard Candace scream.

Kimberly: //(To everyone.)// What happened?

Caine: It looks like Brian hung himself.

Gregory: Why would he want to do that?

Caine: I don’t know.

//(There is a pause.)//

Lance: Perhaps he hung himself out of guilt.

Anndrea: What? What did he have to be guilty for?

Lance: Maybe for shooting Paul.

Gregory: Are you saying Brian shot Paul?

Kimberly: And then committed suicide?

Lance: Well, it is perfectly plausible.

Candace: No it is not. Brian would never shoot Paul.

Lance: How do you know that?

Anndrea: How do you know he would? Stop trying to assume everything, Lance. Right now, we are going to do what we should’ve done before: Wait until the police come.

Gregory: You know what disturbs me? That room and poster with all our pictures Caine and Candace were talking about.

Lance: Yeah, how do you explain that?

Kimberly: Maybe—Maybe Edward Trenton liked our story and us. I mean, he did invite all of us to dinner.

Lance: Edward Trenton? You mean the host who has failed to show up to his own party?

Candace: Lance, shut up!

Caine: We all should just go back to the living room and wait for the police.

//(They nod and all get up and exit. As Caine is exiting, Candace pulls him back towards her.)//

What Candace?

Candace: I didn’t want to say this in front of the others, but //(Her voice gets dark and it zooms in on her face.)// if Brian hung himself, then where is the gun he used to shoot Paul?

//(The scene ends.)//

//(We are back on Air Global Flight 422. Anndrea is sitting next to a man named Cliff Samson. Anndrea has on an engagement ring. Cliff is her fiancé. He is a young man of about twenty-five and dressed casually. Anndrea is admiring her ring and twirling it on her finger.)//

Cliff: You like it?

Anndrea: I love it, Cliff. Don’t worry.

Cliff: //(Her smiles at her.)// Good. I’m glad you like it. It was my grand-mother’s.

Anndrea: Wow. Then your grandfather had an excellent taste in jewelry.

//(You see Candace, Caine, Nash, and Kimberly talking in the background. They’re voices are muffled.)//

Cliff: //(Looks behind at them.)// Stupid people. You’d think they could just relax and enjoy the flight.

Anndrea: And make that flight attendant’s job a lot easier.

//(Cliff chuckles. Nash starts to laugh in the seat behind them.)//

Cliff: //(To Anndrea.)// The guy behind us sounds like he’s drunk.

Anndrea: //(Laughs a little.)// Probably is.

//(The pilot’s voice comes on telling the passengers to return to their seats.)//

Cliff: Those people better sit down soon. Anndrea: I wonder what all that commotion was about. Cliff: Probably something stupid and unnecessary. //(Caine and Candace strap in behind them.)// Anndrea: Well, they’re sitting down now. Must’ve not have been that important. //(A few seconds later there is an explosion and the plane starts to go down. Cliff and Anndrea’s hand are clasped together as they are pressed back in their seats and it slowly goes black and the scene ends.)//

//(Kimberly, Gregory, Anndrea, Candace, Lance, and Caine are onstage.)// Gregory: Why haven’t they come yet? Anndrea: Who? Gregory: The police. It’s ten thirty. It’s been half an hour since Kim called. How come they’re not here yet? Caine: It was a long drive out here. Lance: But it’s the //police//. They should be here by now. Candace: I agree, but come on, give some sympathy to our boys in blue. Anndrea: Sympathy is found in the dictionary between the words shit and syphilis. (It is silent for a second and then they all burst out laughing.) Kimberly: Oh my God, that’s hilarious. Anndrea: It’s a quote. I forget by who m though. Candace: My favorite quote is by Benjamin Franklin. It goes, “Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead.” Lance: That is an amazing quote. (It settles down.) Gregory: Hey, it’s been bothering me. She we have taken Brian down. Caine: No. That is a crime scene. Gregory: But it just felt wrong to leave him hanging there. Lance: Serves him right for shooting Paul. Candace: Will you stop that, Lance? Anndrea: Great job bringing the mood back down. Lance: Oh, like it was ever high in the first place. Kimberly: Why are you so bitter and suspicious in the first place?

Anndrea: No, what you need to //shut the hell up//. No one wants to hear it. You with your stupid theories.
Lance: Then what happened to Paul and Brian? Explain that!

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Lance: //(He whips around. Screaming.)// Shut up, you stupid bitch! //(Stops screaming. His voice is very cold.)// Cliff is lucky he died in the crash because then he wouldn’t have to put up with your crap later. //(He slams the door as he exits.)//======

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Kimberly: I think the crash itself was enough. I had nightmares about it for almost a year. I kept reliving that moment when the plane hit the ocean. It was just //(She shudders.)//it was just horrible.======

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//(Lance is standing in a room. You hear Gregory’s voice as he calls for Lance. It zooms in on Lance’s face as he looks to the side, then shows his hand as he closes the door and locks it, then walks out of view.)//======

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//(Caine picks up the telephone and presses it to his ear and starts to dial. He stops mid-dial and takes the phone off his ear and looks at it. He says, “Dead.” He replaces the phone and walks out of the room.)//======

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Anndrea: //(Kneeling next to the shiny piece. She picks it up.)// It’s a piece of broken glass. //(She stands up and hands it to Gregory’s open hand. She turns her head and looks into the doorway. In the doorway is a body, crumpled and laid across the floor with a little bit of blood around its head. The body is of Kimberly Royal. Anndrea gasps and stumbles backward into Gregory. Whispering.)// Oh my God.======

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Gregory: //(In a small voice.)// Kim? Kimberly? //(He goes over to her and cradles her body in his arms.)// Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. Oh, Kimberly. //(Tears fall down his face.)// Oh, God. Oh, no. //(His words turn inaudible as he whispers and whimpers to her, holding her body in his arms.)//======

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Candace: //(Pointing.)// That. //(She flicks on the light. The room with the pictures illuminates. It shows the poster and pictures, but Kimberly’s picture is shattered with some blood on the edges of the glass, and Paul and Brian’s photos are turned around so you can’t see them.)//======

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Anndrea: Oh my…//(She turns around towards the stairs.)// I got to get out of here! //(She starts to run towards the stairs when steel slabs, or metal sheets, come down on all the windows and doors. They are like a barrier to the outside world. Screaming.)// What is going on?======

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Candace: //(She slaps him. Screaming.)// Gregory, god dammit! She’s dead. Leave her. She’s dead. Someone trapped us in this house and is trying to kill us. You’ll be dead too if you don’t let her go and get your ass downstairs! //(She grabs Gregory by the wrist and pulls him to his feet and starts hauling him down the stairs.)//======

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//(Anndrea, Candace, and Gregory run down the stairs and into the hallway. They run to the end of the hallway and Anndrea opens the door. Lance is standing there reaching for the doorknob. Anndrea jumps back in surprise.)//======

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Candace: //(Shrill.)// They want to kill us! Don’t you get it? Did you see what happened to all those pictures of us? All the pictures of the people who died, their pictures—their pictures are somehow changed. Paul and Brian’s are turned around. Kimberly’s is shattered. And we’re next! They want to kill us!======

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Candace: //(Trying to regain the attention.)// Anyway, if we stay together we’re safe either way. If there is actually someone else in the house, they won’t attack if we’re in a group together. So far, it looks like they want their identity to be a secret. If one of us is the murderer, then we’re also safe. I’m sure they don’t want to be found out. And if they attack, they’ll get nowhere. One against four is not a good ratio for them.======

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Anndrea: But what is there to discuss? The bastard Jerald Nash brought down the plane with all of us on it with the help of his partner who is dead. We got lucky and we survived. We floated on two life rafts for nearly a week until the people finally rescued us. We got back. People were fascinated by us and called the stupid title we own today: The Miracle Eight. And then we moved on with our lives. End of story.======

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Caine: No one likes a smart-ass. But before the bomb went off. Like something happened that was okay for people to see or hear because the plane was going to crash and everyone was going to die anyway.======

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Candace: //(Startled by the subject change.)// I don’t think Paul lost anyone. I remember he was on the plane for business. Brian along with ourselves //(Motions to herself and Caine.)// lost some friends. Greg, did Kim lose anyone?======

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Lance: //(He leans over and passionately kisses her. They break away. Whispers.)// I love you. //(The woman says, “I love you too,” back to him ad they kiss again. The woman puts her hand to his cheek and you see an engagement ring on her finger. The scene ends.)//======

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Candace: And if you’re concerned Caine or I is the murderer think about this: he kills me; he is without a doubt the killer. And there are three of you here. Nothing is going to happen. I guarantee it.======

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Candace: It was a decision. We found Nash and we got him into custody. He said he had one last trick to pull so we rushed him onto the plane. We wanted to get him back to the states as soon as possible. And we, all the agents, //demanded// for the pilots to take off. //Demanded// they skip the routine inspection.======

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Candace: Listen to yourself, Caine! Best decision? Bull. Shit. If we hadn’t ordered them to skip the inspection and not take off right away, then the bomb would have been found and that plane would never have crashed. No one would have died. //(Caine is speechless. He is staring at her. After a pause.)// And now we are paying the price.======

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Candace: //(She starts to cry. She speaks through her tears.)// Do you know how many times I tried to convince myself that? Do you know how many sleepless nights I’ve had since the crash? Not because of nightmares. Because I //knew// it was my fault.======

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//(Candace nods and wipes her eyes. Her breathing is uneven as she tries to control herself. They open the door and walk back to Anndrea, Lance, and Gregory. Anndrea is looking at a picture of her and Cliff from her bag. She covers her mouth with one hand and then looks away.)//======

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Anndrea: See, that’s the problem with you, Lance. You think you know everything when you don’t. You really don’t. You were alone on that plane. You don’t know what it was like to lose the person you loves the most in your life. You don’t know what it felt like to be sitting in that life raft and waiting—hoping—that the person you loved would break the surface and be okay. You don’t know what that feels like! You don’t know what any of it feels like!======

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Lance: You couldn’t help me with anything. I met her in Sydney. I fell in love with her. She was the most beautiful woman on the planet. And I proposed and she said yes. Barely anyone knew. We were going to get married back in the States. //(His voice suddenly rises.)// But then she was ripped away from me!======

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Lance: //(Heartlessly.)// Because I needed to move on. I survived by some cruel twist of fate, and Allison didn’t. I couldn’t waste my life I had been given by remembering someone else. //(He moves towards the door.)// I’m sorry; I need to be alone right now. //(He exits in a hurry.)//======

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//(We are back on Air Global Flight 422. Gregory is sitting in his seat with no one next to him. Anndrea and Cliff are talking. Caine, Candace, and Nash are in their seats. It shows Gregory take out his cell phone and dial a number. He presses send and then suddenly a huge roar erupts and the bomb has gone off. He is pressed back in his seat and it all goes black. Gregory Michaels was Jerald Nash’s partner.)//======

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Anndrea: I get it. Relax. //(She opens her briefcase again. She takes out a notebook and some pens and pencils and some files. And a lone cell phone. Gregory reaches for the cell phone.)// Don’t bother trying. I tried and there is no service.======

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Anndrea: //(She places the jeans on the countertop and opens her briefcase. It shows her ankles as the skirt drops to the floor and she slips on the jeans. She picks the shirt up from the floor and places it in the briefcase. She is reaching into her briefcase when you hear the bathroom door suddenly locks.)// Hello? //(She goes over to the door.)// Is anyone there? //(She turns the knob, but it is locked.)// Hello? //(No noise. She walks back to the briefcase and reaches in again. She pulls out a pen and breaks off the little plastic hook on it. She turns back to the briefcase again and starts searching in it again when suddenly the showerhead in the shower explodes with a rain of sparks. Anndrea screams and covers her head. The rug in the bathroom catches fire. Anndrea screams again. She runs to the door and starts pounding on it.)// Help me! Someone help me! Fire! Help me, please! //(She grabs the little hook from the pen and tries to unlock the door with the little piece.)// Help me!======

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Anndrea: //(As she walks around the counter.)// I finished changing and then he door just locks. I couldn’t open it or anything. And then I— //(Suddenly she trips and falls to the floor out of view.)//======

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Candace: Anndrea? Are you all right? //(Anndrea suddenly screams in horror. Candace runs over to her and we see Anndrea on the floor near Lance’s dead body. There is blood all over the floor and there is a bloody kitchen knife across the floor. Anndrea has blood on her jeans and hands and she is staring at her hands.)//Oh my God!======

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Anndrea: //(She slowly gets up still looking at her hands.)// There’s so much blood. So much blood. //(Candace gently reaches out for her. Screaming.)// Don’t touch me! //(Candace flinches and recoils.)// Get away from me!======

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Caine: Edward Trenton hired me to protect him. He said to bring a gun. He thought someone might try and kill him. And, well, I couldn’t tell anyone I had a gun, could I? Paul was shot. How would that look if I told everyone I have a gun?Candace: //(She smiles uneasily. She is still very tense.)// Pretty bad.======

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Caine: Yeah. But now, I’m fine. We’re fine. //(He holds up the gun.)// I have a gun. I have something to protect us with. //(He turns his head to the side to look at the door. He keeps talking.)// So, what I was thinking—======

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//(At that moment Candace grabs the lamp from the small table and hits Caine with it. Caine falls forward and Candace runs away. She runs through the door and down the hall. She crashes right into Gregory.)//======

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Candace: //(Pounds her fists against it.)// Get me out of here! Open you stupid thing. //(She digs her fingers at the bottom and tries to pull it up.)// I can’t get a grip. //(She lets out a scream of frustration and hits the thing. Suddenly an idea comes to her. She sprints out of the room and gets her bag. She reaches in a gets her car keys and then runs out of the room. She quickly goes about the house as she looks for something.)// Basement…Basement…Come on where is the damn basement? //(She tries doors as she goes and then finally she opens one and smiles. She looks both ways and then turns on the stairs light and closes the door behind her as she enters. She quickly descends the stairs and flicks on the basement lights. She looks around for something else.)// Come on, you have to have a toolbox somewhere. //(She opens a closet, looks, and slams it close.)// Shit! Where the hell is it? //(She then sees a red toolbox sitting in an open bottom cabinet. She runs over to it and opens it.)// Yes! //(She pulls out a small crowbar. She quickly shuts the box and runs back up the stairs. She shuts the door behind her.)// I’m getting out of this hellhole. //(She runs back to the front of the house where she was before. As she rounds the corner, she sees Caine with the gun in his hand walking across the room. He turns and sees her.)//======

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//(Candace turns and runs out of the room. Caine runs after her. She comes to the stairs and goes up them. Brian is still hanging there. Candace runs down the upstairs hall and opens the end door and slams the door behind her as she goes inside. She locks the door. Candace goes to the window as you hear Caine pounding on the door.)//======

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//(Candace jams the crowbar under the metal sheet and lifts it up. She looks around for something to block the sheet with and grabs a very thick book from the near bookshelf and places it on the windowsill. She grabs another and does the same, and the same with the third, fourth and fifth. Caine is slamming himself against the door. Candace lets go of the metal sheet and it hits the pile of books and stays partly open. She opens the window and, with the crowbar and car keys in her pocket, slips out of the window. Caine burst through the door and looks at her.)//======

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// (Candace turns towards the front where seven cars are parked. She looks over the side where bushes are. She throws the crowbar over the side into the grass and grabs onto the edge of the roof. She goes over the edge and hangs there, trying to lower herself and then lets go as she falls into the ////bushes. After a few seconds, she gets up and starts to quickly walk across the grass to the cars.)//======

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//(Caine enters the kitchen. He is looking in all directions. Suddenly Anndrea pops up from behind the counter with a frying pan in her hand. She rears back and hits him in the head with it. Caine collapses on the floor.)//======

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Candace: He thought I was the killer. A pathetic attempt to look innocent. You know, if anyone was watching. Well, I ran and he missed as I went around the house and got back in through the side door. //(She turns to Caine.)// We should tie him up or something. In case he wakes up.======

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Candace: With…With//…(She opens a few drawers and then pulls out a dishcloth.)// With this. It’s better than nothing. //(She goes over to Caine and ties his hands together with the dishcloth.)// There done.======

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//(At that moment, Anndrea hits Candace over the head with the frying pan. Candace falls to the floor, semi-conscious. Anndrea drags Candace over to the stove, takes out a pair of handcuffs from her pocket, and handcuffs Candace to the handle of the stove.)//======

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Anndrea: Surprise. All we need now is our last guest. //(She opens the bottom cupboard in the counter. Gregory, who is tied and gagged, falls out. Anndrea takes him and drags him to the center of the floor. Lance’s body is still behind the counter.)// And here he is.======

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Anndrea: Why’d you kill him, Greg? Why’d you do it? //(Gregory shakes his head. Anndrea’s voice rises.)// Why did you do it, Greg? Huh? Tell them why you killed Paul! //(Anndrea backhand slaps him across the face. Gregory is on his knees.)// Tell them!======

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Anndrea: //(In a calm voice.)// That’s right. He was blackmailing you. And he invited you and Kimberly up here to make a deal, but instead you brought gun and you shot him. But he wasn’t the first person you’d killed, was he?======

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Anndrea: Look at that, Greg. All your secrets are coming out. You never meant to survive did you? It was a miracle you did. It was a miracle any of us did. Out of all of us here tonight, you deserve most to die.======

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Anndrea: What did Nash tell you? That you would change the world by doing this? Did he brainwash you like he did with all his other partners with all his theories and all the other shit? What happened, Gregory?======

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Anndrea: That’s right. She didn’t do anything. She loved you and when she found out, she didn’t care. She loved you. She didn’t do the right thing. She did nothing. She let you horrible crime go unpunished.======

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Anndrea: At the wedding. She was drunk. She accidentally told me. Poor girl. She fell in love with the wrong man. As for how Paul found out, I’m not sure. I think he read a journal or diary of yours of Kimberly’s because at the after party at your house, I saw him going back down the stairs from your room with a guilty look on his face. For the rest of the party, he avoided you and Kimberly. And now, Gregory, //(She takes Caine’s gun from the counter where she placed it when she handcuffed Candace.)// you’re going to die.======

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Anndrea: //(She’s backing up so she’s across the room from Gregory.)// You got to Paul before me, that little weasel. //(She says his name with disgust.)// Paul. He finds out the truth about you, and what does he do? He blackmails you for money. He doesn’t turn you in. He doesn’t do the thing you deserve and kill you. He blackmails you. He makes me sick. And now, you’re going to join him in hell.======

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Anndrea: Because I have to! I have to! I can’t just not tell anyone. I’ve got to tell someone. If I don’t I’m bound to blurt it all out when this is all over. How I set everything up and did everything. I have to tell someone.======

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Anndrea: Your boss, Mr. Balkan. He called me a year and a half ago. He said I had a right to know what happened since I had lost Cliff. He told me how you demanded to take off without a check of the plane. He told me never to tell anyone. I asked him if anyone else knew. He told me he had told Lance and I and no one else.======

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Anndrea: Yes. And Lance. Oh, Lance. Mr. Balkan told me he had lost somebody, but not who. That’s why he told only us. But Lance, he just, accepted it. He found out the truth and he did nothing. Nothing at all. He was like Kimberly. He didn’t give you people justice. So I gave him justice.======

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Anndrea: Yes. And now comes the best part: how I did it. It took me a long time to find a house in a place like this with a security system, but I found one. A man named Edward Trenton owns it. He owns a big publishing company and this is only one of his many houses and he is away often. He’s an evil, corrupt man. Stupid idiot leaves the keys in the potted plant in the front. As for the old security system, it was easy to figure out.======

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Anndrea: Is it crazy to rid of people who played a part in bringing down a plane with nearly three hundred people in it? Is it crazy to bring real justice to those people and to the people who did nothing about it? Is that //crazy//?======

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Anndrea: Yes, I do, Candace. Look at what I’ve done already. I’ve killed four people. I can’t stop now. I got you all here. I rigged Kimberly’s 911 call with a timed recording. I snuck away from Lance and hung Brian with an already prepared noose. I heard Kimberly pass my door while I was sitting in the bathroom and I smashed her head against the wall. I put the security system on a timer so it came down so I was with you and Greg. I hid a wireless activator in the house and picked it up on the way to bathroom to change. I made the door lock and I blew up the showerhead. I broke everyone up and when you went to help Caine, I stabbed Lance. I ran away acting like I was scared and came across Gregory. I tied him up and hid him. I heard you escape and brought up the security system. While I was in the bathroom before Kimberly died, I slipped out the window and placed all the bombs in the car and then activated them once you, Candace, escaped. I planned everything. Every move. And now I have to finish it.======

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Anndrea: You guys just don’t get it, do you? Because of your mistake, nearly three hundred people died. Because of yours and Brian’s and every other agent who was on that plane. Children were on that plane. My fiancé was on that plane. And because of your mistake, they’re all dead.======

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//(Anndrea drops the gun and walks over to the oven. She opens it and turns it on as well as all the gas burners. She opens a drawer and pulls out a box of matches. She walks out of the kitchen and into the front room. She strikes a match and places it on the pillow on the couch. It catches fire and Anndrea places the box on the burning pillow. She walks out the front door and into the open. It shows her calmly walking away from the house in the background as part of it suddenly explodes. The fire is burning everything in sight and Anndrea keeps walking and doesn’t give a backward glance.)//======

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Cassandra: The Trenton Mansion caught fire tonight around midnight to one in the morning. The whole house burned to the ground before emergency responders could arrive at the scene. A total of seven people in that house died.======

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Cassandra: The seven others are presumed to be the seven other members of The Miracle Eight. Caine Anderson, Candace Hail, Anndrea Garza, Paul LaPort, Brian Lee, Gregory Michaels, Kimberly Royal, and Lance Stanton.======

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Elliot: Anndrea Garza described a night of horror and terror of what happened in that house, which all started with vague invitations. She says the man responsible for the crimes was Gregory Michaels, //(A picture of him comes up.)// now deceased.======

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Anndrea: //(She is saying what she is writing.)// The whole world believes that I am a sole survivor and that I escaped the wrath of Gregory Michaels. No one knows the real truth. They are all fascinated by the book, //The Survivors of Flight 422//, I wrote about what I say happened in Edward Trenton’s house. How Gregory Michaels lured us all there, killed us off, and set the fire. All because he wanted to finish off what he started when he took down that plane. And how I escaped and shot him dead. Oh, the people always love a hero. Especially a heroine. But they’ll know the truth eventually. I wrote another book, a secret one. I titled it: //The Truth About The Miracle Eight//. It’s going to be released after I’ve been dead for at least five years. As will this letter be read over the news. I’m not sorry for what I’ve done. I’ve brought justice to those seven people. Let me tell you, the truth is a terrible thing. Sometimes, before it all happened, I wished I had never figured out. Other times, I wished I had found out sooner. But I am happy that in the end all those people got what they truly deserved. And I want you to know: I don’t have the slightest bit of regret.======

**THE END**