GHOUL

                                     GHOUL (V.O.)
                         My father was a French immigrant to
                         New York in 1912.  The name he gave
                         me was Francis Goulle, but people
                         call me ... GHOUL.

               FADE IN:

               As the sound of SHOVELING fades ...

               EXT. CATHEDRAL -- EVENING

               Late evening, the spotlights are on the walls of the
               cathedral.  In the sky heavy, purplish clouds swirl just
               fast enough to notice the movement.

               ANGLE ON GHOUL

               A man in his mid-thirties, neatly dressed in tan slacks and
               sports jacket, stands near the door; he tilts backward,
               looking up at the cathedral.  One hand is in his pocket.
               Now he looks at the impressive double-doors, shakes his head,
               and heads up the steps.

                                     GHOUL (V.O.)
                         I have a dead man's ring in my pocket.
                         This isn't the first time; this isn't
                         the first ring, the first dig.  It
                         doesn't make me feel guilty.  More
                         than anyone, I appreciate the dead.

               As Ghoul passes an elderly couple descending the stairs, he
               gives them a polite nod.

                                     GHOUL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         But I do feel something, some emotion
                         I'm uncertain of.  A mystery in me.
                         What is life if not a search to
                         uncover who you really are?

               Ghoul stops in front of the doors; both hands in his pockets.

                                     GHOUL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         I found the doors that opened up
                         onto my mind -- my real mind.  A
                         mind as free with its horrors as it
                         is with its bliss.

               But instead of the double doors, Ghoul crosses over to a
               much smaller door to the side, and opens it.

                                     GHOUL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         I have opened the door.  I have been
                         ... illuminated.
                                     (MORE)

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                                     GHOUL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         Now I face my demons; I seek out
                         their haunts.  I am on a quest to
                         uncover all my saints and demons.

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               INT. CATHEDRAL -- EVENING

               P.O.V. GHOUL -- STAINED-GLASS WINDOWS

               He stands there, glancing over the windows dimmed by the
               evening light -- and subtly, the glass alive with candlelight
               from the altar.  Ghoul looks at each window as its pieces
               rather than its whole, how each piece fits together,
               meaningless in isolation.

                                     GHOUL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         In the end, I hope to uncover all my
                         faces, all my aspects, so that I can
                         see my self as a whole.

               Ghoul walks slowly down the isle.  His right hand is extended;
               there is a RING on his middle finger, which he CLICKS on
               each pew as he passes.

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               EXT. CATHEDRAL -- EVENING

               ANGLE on the cathedral; in the FOREGROUND, taller than the
               cathedral, loom the shadowed faces of gravestones.

                                     GHOUL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         There is nothing so holy to a church
                         as its graveyard.

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               INT. HARDWARE SUPERSTORE -- DAY