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Episode One

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Existence

Part One

THE SHOW OPENS. A WELL DRESSED WOMAN IS GIVING A COLLEGE LECTURE AT A PODIUM IN A DARKENED ROOM.
Ann: Evolution. Natural selection. Weíve all heard these phrases our entire lives. But how many of us have ever really understood what they really mean? Or thought about their implications. Next slide.
CUT TO A DARKENED CORRIDOR. PIPES OF ALL SIZES LINE THE WALLS, AND A NUMBER OF COPS COME RUNNING DOWN THE HALL CARRYING FLASHLIGHTS. WE HEAR A VOICEOVER FROM A WOMAN DISPATCHER.
Dispatcher: Suspect Randall Lynch. White male, age 32. Five feet ten inches tall, 175 pounds. Shoulder length brown hair. Suspect Lynch is wanted in connection with multiple murders and rape.

WE SEE A LARGE MAN IN HIS LATE THIRTIES TO EARLY FORTIES. HE IS ONE OF THE POLICE DETECTIVES LOOKING FOR LYNCH.
Ray: (speaking into a portable radio) This is Detective Peterson. Look, thereís nothing here. Lynch mustíve gotten through the perimeter and I wanna know where that hole is. Unit one, whatcha got?
Unit One: (over radio) Unit one. Negative contact.
Ray: Unit two?
Unit Two: Unit two. Weíve hit a grate. Weíre turning back.
Ray: Unit three?
Unit Three: Unit three. We got nothiní.
Ray: Wait a minute. I see something moving.

CUT BACK TO LECTURE AND SLIDESHOW.
Ann: Letís take a look at what happened to Homo neanderthalis. Neanderthals were the undisputed master of their environment for over 300,000 years. They mustíve thought that nothing would stand in the way of their dominance.

HER LECTURE HAS BECOME A VOICEOVER AS WE CUT BACK TO THE INDUSTRIAL BUILDING AND DETECTIVE PETERSON. HE IS SEARCHING THROUGH A LARGE DIMLY LIT ROOM.
Ray: Yeah, Unit one, come in.
Unit One: Unit one here, over.

WE SEE RANDALL LYNCH CROUCHED ON A LEDGE HIGH ABOVE RAY.
Ann: (voiceover) Until we came along.

LYNCH LEAPS DOWN AND TACKLES RAY TO THE FLOOR. LYNCH BEGINS TO KICK AND PUMMEL RAY. CUT BACK TO THE LECTURE.
Ann: Next thing you know, Neanderthalís were gone. Why?

CUT BACK TO RAY AND LYNCHíS FIGHT. LYNCH IS GETTING THE UPPER HAND, STRANGLING RAY. CUT BACK TO LECTURE.
Ann: Why? Because two species cannot occupy the same ecological niche at the same time.

CUT BACK TO THE INDUSTRIAL BUILDING. A COP AIMS THE RED LASER SIGHTING OF HIS RIFLE AT LYNCH AND SHOOTS HIM IN THE CHEST. HE IS NOT DEAD, JUST STUNNED. LYNCH GETS UP AND CROUCHES IN FRONT OF RAY, WHO IS RECOVERING FROM BEING CHOKED. RAY HAS HIS GUN TRAINED ON LYNCH. LYNCH GRABS RAYíS HAND AND PULLS THE GUN TO HIS STOMACH.
Lynch: Címon, do it. Come on. You just.....pull...the...trigger.

CUT BACK TO THE LECTURE.
Ann: From the dawn of time until today, a single biological imperative has ruled every species that has ever existed on this planet.

CUT BACK TO RAY AND LYNCH. RAY CANNOT SHOOT. LYNCH GIVES AN EVIL GRIN.
Lynch: Thatís why youíll never win.

THE COPS CLOSE IN AND WRESTLE LYNCH TO THE FLOOR, THEN HANDCUFF HIM.
Ann: (voiceover) Survival of the fittest.

NEXT SCENE
SLOAN IS BICYCLING THROUGH CAMPUS. SHE ENTERS THE BIOLOGY BUILDING AND GETS HER SECURITY BADGE OUT OF HER BACKPACK. SHE WAVES IT IN FRONT OF THE GUARD AT THE DESK.

Guard: Youíre late, Sloan.
Sloan: Thanks, Bob.

SLOAN WALKS DOWN THE HALL OF THE GENETICS LAB. THROUGH THE LAB DOORS WE SEE ANN COULTER, THE WOMAN FROM THE LECTURE, TALKING TO AN EXTREMELY DAPPER GENTLEMAN IN A NICE DARK SUIT. WE CATCH ONLY SNATCHES OF THEIR CONVERSATION AS SLOAN WALKS TO THE DOOR.
Ann: ....this research.
Suit: Certainly.
Ann: Iíll be needing complete confidentiality.
Suit:Absolutely.

THEY TURN AND SEE SLOAN AT THE DOOR. THE MAN IN THE SUIT OPENS IT.
Sloan: Sorry Iím late, Ann.
Ann: Thatís alright.

THE MAN IN THE SUIT LOOKS APPRECIATIVELY AT SLOAN AND GIVES A BIT OF A SMILE. HE IS ONE FINE-LOOKINí INDIVIDUAL. SLOAN WALKS PAST HIM.
Suit: (softly) Excuse me. (To Ann) Thank you.

HE LEAVES. AS HE WALKS DOWN THE HALL, WE SEE HIM LOOKING BACK INTO THE LAB THROUGH THE WINDOWS IN THE CORRIDOR. SLOAN APPROACHES AN OFFICE AND POKES HER HEAD IN.
Sloan: Hey, Ed, howís it going?
Ed: Uh, fine. You know, Coulterís looking for you.
Sloan: I know. Iíve got to prep her for court but I promise Iíll be back in time to go over last weekís DNA differentials reports--
Ed: Sloan, itís ok. Theyíre finished.
Sloan: Finished?
Ed: Stayed up all night. Kind of, got on a roll.
Sloan: Ed, youíre amazing! I owe you one.
Ed: Iíll see you.

SLOAN ENTERS ANNíS OFFICE.
Ann: You all ready for court, Sloan?

SLOAN OPENS A FILE ON THE DESK.
Sloan: Absolutely. Got the files right here. Randall Lynch. Raped three women, killed five men in the course of a week. Our DNA analysis has positively linked him to each victim. Nice for him to make our work so easy.
Ann: I wouldnít categorize anything Lynch does as easy.
Sloan: What does that mean?
Ann: Let me ask you something. Did you notice anything distinctive about Lynchís treatment of his victims?
Sloan: Other than the fact that he severed their heads?
Ann: Only the men. Donít you think that might be significant? Let me ask you this. Why do you think heíd be so careless? He mustíve known the DNA would link him to the crimes. What does that tell you about his actions?
Sloan: I donít know. That he wanted to get caught.
Ann: Or that he just didnít care.

NEXT SCENE
LYNCH IS BEING DRIVEN TO COURT. LOTS OF COP CARS, REPORTERS, AND JEERING ANGRY CROWDS. RAY SEES LYNCH THROUGH THE CAR WINDOW AND LYNCH SEES RAY. LOOKS ARE EXCHANGED.

NEXT SCENE
INSIDE A COURTROOM. THE PROSECUTOR IS QUESTIONING DR. COULTER, WHO IS ON THE STAND.

Prosecutor: Dr. Coulter, as an expert in the study of DNA, have you formed an opinion within the bounds of reasonable scientific certainty...

THE CAMERA IS PANNING THE COURTROOM. WE SEE DETECTIVE PETERSON AND SLOAN IN ATTENDANCE.
Prosecutor: ....as to whether the defendant, Randall Lynchís, DNA matched the blood and semen samples taken from each victim?
Ann: I have.
Prosecutor: What is that opinion?
Ann: In each instance, the DNA samples taken at the scene of the crime matched exactly those of Randall Lynch.
Lynch: I couldíve told you that.

A GROUP OF ĎLYNCH-GROUPIESí LAUGH UPROARIOUSLY AT THIS.
Judge: (banging gavel) Mr. Lynch!
Prosecutor: And what is the likelihood that the DNA that you studied couldíve come from any individual other than the defendant?
Ann: Statistically, about one in eleven billion.
Lynch: You donít know me.
Ann: Maybe I do.
Judge: (banging gavel) Mr. Lynch! One more outburst and you will be removed.

LYNCH IS STARING AT DR. COULTER; HE IS DETERMINING SOMETHING.
Prosecutor: Well, Dr. Coulter, in your professional opinion, thereís no one else who could've committed these crimes.
Ann: That is correct.
Lynch: (standing up from the table) You think youíve proven something?

HE WALKS TO THE STAND.
Lynch: You know nothing about me.
Judge: Bailiff, remove the defendant.

SLOAN RISES FROM HER CHAIR, CONCERNED AT THE THREAT TO HER MENTOR. THE BAILIFF TRIES TO APPREHEND LYNCH, BUT HE THROWS THE LARGER MAN OFF WITH ONE HAND. LYNCH GRABS DR. COULTERíS LAPELS AND PULLS HER TO HIM.
Lynch: (whispering in Annís ear) You will all die.

NUMEROUS BAILIFFS PULL LYNCH OFF DR. COULTER AND WRESTLE HIM TO THE FLOOR. THE JUDGE IS BANGING HER GAVEL.
Judge: Order! Order! Get him out!

AS RANDALL LYNCH IS CUFFED, HE STARES AT SLOAN.

NEXT SCENE
AT THE BIO LAB. ANN AND SLOAN BURST THROUGH THE DOORS.

Sloan: Ann, what is going on? ďYou will all dieĒ?
Ann: My guess is he means it.
Sloan: Seems like more than a guess. It looked like you expected everything that happened. You practically dared Lynch to come after you.
Ann: Letís just say I wasnít surprised.
Sloan: Youíve been evasive about Lynch all day. Whatís going on?

WE SEE A GOATEED MAN PEERING THROUGH THE DOORS AT SLOAN AND ANN. ITíS DR. WALTER ATTWOOD.
Ann:(resigned) Iíve made a discovery about Lynch. Thereís a genetic anomaly in his blood--

DR. WALTER ATTWOOD OPENS THE DOORS.
Attwood: Oh! Sorry to interrupt, but we have a problem.
Ann: Donít we always?
Attwood: I need some of your time. Iím sorry to be a pain but we are down to the wire on this CDC grant application. Without the two of us going over these numbers I am never going to get it in.
Ann: Does it have to be tonight?
Attwood: Deadline is midnight. Iíve already gotten one extension. We do this now or we donít get the grant.
Ann: (over her shoulder to Sloan) Duty calls.

ED WALKS UP BEHIND SLOAN.
Ed: What was that all about?
Sloan: Iím not sure.
Ed: Grab a coffee?
Sloan: (shakes her head) Gotta work.
Ed: Errm, no, you look like you need some air.

CUT TO A COFFEE SHOP. ED AND SLOAN ARE HAVING A CONVERSATION OVER COFFEE.
Sloan: She was completely unfazed, and when I asked her about it, she said, ďLetís just say I wasnít surprised.Ē
Ed: What? Wait, what are you saying? You think Ann knew Lynch was gonna go after her?
Sloan: It was weird. She didnít even bat an eye.
Ed: What is that about?
Sloan: She was about to tell me when Dr. Attwood interrupted. She said it had something to do with his DNA. Did she ever say anything to you about that?
Ed: Sloan, please. She didnít tell you, she didnít tell anybody.
Sloan: Yeah, I guess. So what are you up to tonight?
Ed: Oh, think Iím gonna hit a movie. You wanna come?
Sloan: I wish. I gotta head back to the lab. I gotta make up for the day I lost in court.

SHE PATS HIS CHEEK AFFECTIONATELY.

Ed: Iíll see ya.

SLOAN LEAVES.

SLOAN IS BIKING DOWN A STREET AT NIGHT. PARKED CARS LINE THE STREET TO HER RIGHT. AS SHE PASSES ONE, IT STARTS UP AND FOLLOWS HER DISCRETELY. A MAN IS BEHIND THE WHEEL, BUT WE DONíT SEE HIS FACE. SLOAN BIKES UP TO THE LIFE SCIENCES/BIO BUILDING AND THE CAR PULLS INTO A PARKING SPOT. SLOAN ENTERS THE BUILDING AND FLASHES HER SECURITY BADGE AT THE GUARD.

Sloan: (realizing itís not Bob) Oh, hey. Whereís Bob?
Guard: Donít know.
Sloan: Whatever. Uh, did Dr. Coulter leave yet?
Guard: Nope. Sheís the only one still here.
Sloan: Thanks.

SLOAN LEAVES THE DESK. THE GUARD STARES AFTER HER. SLOAN ENTERS THE LAB. SECURITY ALARMS ARE GOING OFF. MONKEYS ARE SCREECHING AND HOPPING ABOUT THE ROOM. SLOAN IS CONFUSED. SHE LOOKS ABOUT THE LAB.
Sloan: Hi!

SHE PUTS ON HER LABCOAT AND LOOKS AT SOME READOUTS. A MONKEY HOPS ONTO HER SHOULDER, SCARING HER.
Sloan: (calling out) Ann! James is out. James! What are you doing out of your cage? James, come on. You know youíre not supposed to be out of your cage without your leash.

THE MONKEY IS AGITATED.
Sloan: Calm down, Iím not gonna bust you for this.

DISTRACTED BY THE MONKEY, SLOAN FINALLY ENTERS DR. ANN COULTERíS OFFICE. SHE PALES AS SHE SEES BLOOD SMEARED ON THE DOOR, THE WALLS, THE DESK. A MONKEY SITS ON THE BODY OF DR. COULTER, A SIGN AROUND ITS NECK READING ĎYOU WILL ALL DIEí.


NEXT SCENE
AT THE BIO LAB. POLICE ARE TAKING PHOTOS OF THE CRIME SCENE. DETECTIVE PETERSON AND A UNIFORMED OFFICER ARE HAVING A CONVERSATION. WE SEE SLOAN SITTING ON THE FLOOR IN HER OFFICE, STUNNED AND IN SHOCK.

Ofc.: The glass is two inches thick, but itís busted clear out. Itís the only way the killer could've escaped.
Ray: Itís two stories up.
Ofc.: I know but he didnít go by the guard and thereís nothing on the security tape.
Ray: Check the hospital. Maybe he broke a leg or something.

RAY CONVERSES BRIEFLY AND SILENTLY WITH ATTWOOD, THEN ENTERS SLOANíS OFFICE.
Ray: Dr. Parker, Iím Detective Ray Peterson. Do you think you could handle a few questions?

ED ENTERS WITH A GLASS OF WATER AND CROUCHES BESIDE SLOAN.
Ed: (looking up at Ray) Do you have to do this right now?
Sloan: Itís okay.
Ray: Iím real sorry you had to be the one who found the body.
Sloan: Sheís not the body!
Ray: I understand you were close to Dr. Coulter. do you have any idea who might want to do this to her?
Sloan: Besides Randall Lynch?
Ray: My first choice too but heís already in jail.
Sloan: No one would want to hurt Ann.
Ray: Youíre sure.

WE SEE THE MAN IN THE SUIT FROM BEFORE WALK IN THE DOOR.
Suit: Detective Peterson.
Ray: (looking up) Thatís me.
Suit: Tom Daniels, FBI.
Ray: I donít remember calling in the Feds.
Tom: You didnít.

HE LOOKS AT SLOAN.
Tom: Dr. Coulter had been doing some classified research for us.

SLOAN LOOKS UP AT THIS.
Tom: And Iím here to make sure that data isnít compromised by your investigation.

SLOAN WONDERS WHAT HE COULD BE TALKING ABOUT.
Tom: Iíll have to take her files with me back to the Bureau. No offense.
Ray: Ok, just let me finish up here.
Tom: Donít you think, maybe, the rest of your questions could wait until tomorrow?

HE APPROACHES SLOAN AND CROUCHES DOWN.
Tom: Looks like Dr. Parkerís been through enough for one day.
Ray: Alright. We can pick it up tomorrow if thereís anything else.

TOM HELPS SLOAN UP OFF THE FLOOR.
Ray: Thank you, Dr. Parker.

RAY LEAVES.
Tom: (to Sloan) Is there someone who could drive you home?
Ed: (lifting his hand) Um, yeah, I can.
Tom: Good. You get some rest.

TOM TURNS TO GO.
Sloan: Agent Daniels?

HE TURNS BACK TO HER.
Sloan: Thank you.

SMALL SMILE, THEN HE LEAVES.
Ed: Letís get out of here.

NEXT SCENE
IN SLOANíS APARTMENT. ED POURS WATER OUT OF A TEAPOT INTO A CUP. SLOAN IS CRYING SOFTLY.

Ed: Iím sorry, Sloan. I really am.
Sloan: Ann was the reason why I came here. Why Iím doing what I do.
Ed: Ahh, she was a great teacher.
Sloan: She was my friend. She was almost a mother to me.
Ed: Remember five years ago when we first met her?
Sloan: (smiles) I went up to her after class and corrected one of her lecture comments.
Ed: I could not believe you did it.
Sloan: Yeah, you wouldíve done the same thing. I just beat you to it.

THEY SHARE LAUGHTER.
Ed: See Ann saw something in you Sloan. You were not just another promising scientist. I mean, look at the way she confided in you. Even today.

SLOAN NODS HER HEAD.
Sloan: Iím just gonna miss so much not having her to turn to.

A BIT LATER. SLOAN GETS INTO BED. SHE IS STILL DISTRAUGHT OVER ANN. SHE PICKS UP HER BAG FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE BED AND PULLS THE RANDALL LYNCH FILE OUT OF IT.

NEXT SCENE
IT IS MORNING. SLOAN IS GETTING READY FOR THE DAY. SHE PICKS UP THE PHONE AND DIALS 411.

Sloan: Los Angeles, please.....FBI.

SHE GETS THE NUMBER AND DIALS IT. SOMEONE ON THE OTHER END ANSWERS HER CALL.
Sloan: Tom Daniels?

NEXT SCENE
SLOAN AND TOM SIT AT A COMPUTER DESK AT THE FBI BUILDING. HEíS IN ANOTHER YUMMY SUIT.

Tom: I really shouldnít be letting you see Dr. Coulterís files. The classified material hasnít been removed yet.
Sloan: I really appreciate it. Annís notes were important to my research.
Tom: Take your time.

HE WALKS A BIT AWAY FROM HER, NO LONGER FACING THE SCREEN. SLOAN TYPES ĎLYNCHí INTO THE FILE SEARCH BOX.
Tom: So Dr. Coulter was your mentor?
Sloan: Thatís right.
Tom: Thatís a good thing to have.

THE SEARCH COMES UP EMPTY. ĎNO FILES FOUNDí.
Sloan: (distracted by the results) What?
Tom: A mentor. Thatís a good thing.
Sloan: Right.

SHE TRIES TYPING IN ĎRANDALL LYNCHí.
Sloan: Umm, I was lucky to be in the same room as Ann.

TOM STEPS CLOSER TO SLOAN.
Tom: She felt the same way about you. She...spoke of you all the time. She had a lot of respect for you.
Sloan: Really?
Tom: Why do you sound so surprised?
Sloan: Uh, I didnít know that Ann talked about me.

HEíS GRINNING. (COULDNíT YA JUST DIE?)
Tom: Actually I feel I know you quite well.

HE LOOKS AT HER COYLY.
Sloan: Well then you have the advantage.
Tom: Maybe weíll get a chance to close the gap.

(DAMN HEíS SMOOTH.)
HER SEARCH COME UP ĎNO FILES FOUNDí AGAIN. SLOAN STARES AT THE SCREEN.
Tom: Is everything okay?

HE KNOWS IT IS NOT.
Sloan: (giving a bland smile) Yeah, everythingís fine.

NEXT SCENE
ON CAMPUS NEAR A FOUNTAIN. COLLEGE STUDENTS LOUNGE ABOUT IN THE SUNSHINE, STUDYING, TALKING, ETC. WE SEE SLOAN APPROACH ED.

Sloan: Ed!
Ed: Hey! Thought you said you were gonna take a couple days off.
Sloan: I was, but I went to the FBI today.
Ed: Why?
Sloan: To get Annís files on Lynch. Supposedly, Ann was doing classified research for the FBI, but when I went there, all her files on Lynch had been deleted.
Ed: So?
Sloan: So?!? So Annís doing research on Lynch. All her research data is gone and now sheís dead. Don't you think thatís weird?
Ed: Sloan, come on. If thereís a connection donít you think that the cops would've figured it out?
Sloan: Well I think Lynch had something to do with Annís murder.
Ed: Iím sure theyíve already questioned him.
Sloan: Well maybe thatís not enough.

NEXT SCENE
A PRISON INTERROGATION ROOM. SLOAN IS SITTING AT A TABLE AS A GUARD BRINGS A CHAINED LYNCH IN AND SITS HIM AT THE TABLE.

Sloan: Thank you for meeting with me.
Lynch: (smugly) No, thank you.

SLOAN PRODUCES A PACK OF CIGARETTES AND OFFERS THEM.
Sloan: Cigarette?
Lynch: Clever. You want a DNA sample from my saliva. What happened to the sample you had?
Sloan: I need a new one.
Lynch:I canít imagine. How hard it must be for you to talk to me. After all, you think I had something to do with the tragic death of Miss Coulter, donít you?
Sloan: Well did you?
Lynch: How could I?
Sloan: You tell me.
Lynch: If you hadnít noticed, Iíve been detained. Are you scared?
Sloan: No.
Lynch: You should be.
Sloan: You donít frighten me.
Lynch: Do you think you can stop the inevitable? You think bars and chains are gonna keep you from dying?
Sloan: I think theyíll keep you where you belong. Until they execute you.
Lynch: Is that what you think is gonna happen?
Sloan: Iím told itís very painful.
Lynch: Will you be there to watch?
Sloan: If theyíd let me, Iíd push the plunger on the needle myself.
Lynch: Iíd like that.

UNDER THE TABLE HE STROKES HER TOE WITH HIS OWN. SHE EXTRACTS HER FOOT.
Lynch: (turning to the guard) Weíre done here.

HE GETS UP TO GO. AS HE DOES, SLOAN PULLS A HAIR FROM HIS FOREARM. RANDALL LYNCH SCREAMS HIS FRUSTRATION.
Lynch: (to Sloan) Youíre dead.

NEXT SCENE
SLOAN IS BACK AT THE LAB, TESTING THE HAIR FROM LYNCH. HER MEMORIES FLASH, INTERSPERSED WITH SCENES OF SLOAN WORKING:
SHEíS WITH ED AT THE COFFEE SHOP-- ďSHE SAID IT HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH HIS DNA.Ē
LYNCH AT THE JAIL--ĒDO YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP THE INEVITABLE?Ē
OUTSIDE THE LAB OFFICES WITH ANN--ĒIíVE MADE A DISCOVERY ABOUT LYNCH.Ē
SLOAN SITS AT THE COMPUTER.

Computer voice: Ready.
Sloan: Create a new file for subject Lynch.
Comp: File open.
Sloan: Extract and analyze the DNA of base subject Lynch.
Comp: Analysis complete.
Sloan: Compare base subject Lynch to other known samples.
Comp:No match in comparison.
Sloan: Compare the sequence of nucleotides of the Lynch sample to all known ethnic populations.
Comp: There is no match.
Sloan: Run the DNA differential sequence program for all samples on file, including subject Lynch.
Comp: Analysis complete.
Sloan: Is there a DNA differential between me, Sloan Parker, and Ed Tate?
Comp: No. An exact match.
Sloan: Is there a differential between Sloan Parker and a chimpanzee?
Comp: Yes. One point one percent.
Sloan: So far so good. Compute the DNA differential between Sloan Parker and Randall Lynch.
Comp: One point six percent.
Sloan: Repeat analysis.
Comp: One point six percent.
Sloan: (typing it into the computer) Repeat analysis.
Comp:One point six percent.

SLOAN FLASHES ON AN IMAGE OF RANDALL LYNCHíS EYES.
Sloan: Oh my God. Heís not human.


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