A sudden flash, a muffled pfft..and David's life was over. His spirit lingered above the mangled head of his lifeless body. The respected O.P.P. officer, beloved husband and father.. gone from a life that he had lived so well. Who was responsible? Who would do such a thing? The very essence of David could not leave this earthly boundary until those questions were answered.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Early march, 1951
Charlotte Larson sits on the side of her bed and kicks off
her saddle shoes. Tears roll down her face. She gags and
holds her stomach, indicating nausea.
oh nooo, oh crap!
I can't be pregnant. I graduate in
June! I've got to fix this
soon,I'm running out of
She runs across the hall to the bathroom and leans over the
porcelain pedestal sink. Her long hair hides her face as
INT. BATHROOM DAY
Charlotte backs away from the sink as her mother enters the
room. Charlotte's mother enters. She is a petite woman of
Charlotte honey, are you alright?
She takes a wash cloth from an open linen cupboard on the
wall beside the sink. She walks over to her daughter and
begins to wipe the mess off of Charlotte's face.
Do I look as though I'm alright,
Charlotte jerks her head aside, goes to sit on the side of
the tub,and puts her elbows on her knees. with her chin in
her hands, she watches her mother.
When was your last period,
honey?Do you remember?
Estelle cleans the sink with a cloth from a wall towel bar.
When she finishes, she leans against the sink and studies
her daughter, with a very concerned look on her face.
Of course I remember.
She looks up at her mother from her cupped hands
It was New Year's Eve.I had a
date, and I couldn't go,because I
felt so rotten, even
though I barely spotted.
Eight weeks ago.
You're pregnant, Charlotte. You're
at least eight, maybe nine weeks
No I'm not, it's the flu, that's
all. My period has never been all
that regular, and after I started
um..er..dating, I could have it
three weeks apart, or five weeks
I'm not blind or stupid,Charlotte.
I've been the head nurse on the
maternity ward of Ottawa General
Hospital for twenty years.I can
spot the first signs of pregnancy
a mile away.
It was an accident.This wasn't
supposed to happen. I didn't want
to do it. Maybe I was raped.
she stands up
That's right, I was raped! It
wasn't my fault.
Estelle stands up straight and faces Charlotte. They are
face to face, two feet apart.
Oh Charlotte, we both know
better.I know you weren't raped,
or you would have been screaming
all the way to the police
Your father and I have tried to
raise you right, but you would
always go your own way, no matter
what. If we grounded you, you
sneaked out. If we restricted
privileges, you would find other
ways to get what you wanted.
Estelle flings her hands up, fingers splayed in defeat. She
I've known for some time that you
are a young woman of easy
virtue.You're eighteen years old.
The legal age of consent. there's
not a thing I can do about it.
Easy virtue, mom?
That's an expression straight from
the stone ages.
I know, but I prefer not to use
the kind of foul language that
really describes your behaviour.
Do you even know who the father
Pick any guy off the senior
(with a sneer)
It doesn't matter anyway.I'm going
to get rid of it.
No! That won't be necessary.
You'll be showing too much by
graduation, so you'll have to
quit school. You can take your
year over after the baby is born.
We'll send you to your aunt
Alice's place in Vancouver. We'll
tell everyone that we're adopting
a child. No one need know that
it's yours. We'll just say that
you're living with your aunt
while you go to University in
You don't really think that I'm
going to HAVE this thing, do you?
One of my friends knows a doctor
across the border in New York
state that will fix it for 500
dollars. I intend to go to my
graduation prom in June.
Estelle reaches forward and grabs Charlotte by the
shoulders. She gives the girl a hard shake, as she shouts
You are not going to kill this
She releases the now frightened girl.
We will discuss this matter when
your father gets home.