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DOOR01   23' DOOR TO ADVENTURE: pilot episode: training day

EXT AFTERNOON WIDE: VACATION HOME

(two minivans enter frame and stop in front of the house, both
families exit minivans, yawn, stretch)

                            MOTHER

(approaches back hatch, opens it)

Okay, everybody grab something.

                             DORAH

(heading toward the woods)

Can't we look around first?

                            MOTHER

No. You may not. Vacation doesn't start until everything is out
of the cars and put away into the house.

                             DORAH

That's no fun.

                              DAD

We can't even get into the house until the rental agent gets
here. Can't the kids look around first?

                            MOTHER

We did that last year and "I" ended up carrying EVERYTHING into
the cabin. That's not much of a vacation for me, you know.
So,...

(raises voice)

everybody grab something. The rental agent will be here any
minute.

                              DAD

(to kids)

You heard what she said. Everybody grab something.

(both families empty their minivans and pile the stuff by the
front door of the house as the rental agent drives up)

                              SIS

Here comes somebody.

(points)

                             AGENT

(exits car, approaches front door, carrying a briefcase)

Hello, city dwellers. Welcome to the country!

(shakes hands with all adults)

I'm Agnus Henderson. I see you're anxious to get started on your
vacation.

                              SIS

Mom won't let us go down to the lake until after we put all this
stuff away.

                             AGENT

(pulling a paper and pen out of her briefcase, and, using the
briefcase as a desk, she offers the pen)

Well, then, let's get things rolling. Who's going to sign the
rental agreement?

                              DAD

(pulls a check out of his shirt pocket, offers it)

That would be me.

(takes the pen and signs the contract)

It's kind of quiet out here. We didn't see a single car on the
road for the last ten miles.

                             AGENT

(points to contract)

And the date. Here.

(points)

                              DAD

(writes)

The kids were kind of hoping for a theme park atmosphere. This
was a rather popular lake when I was a teenager.

                             AGENT

(takes contract, tears off copy, offers copy)

Yes. It was.

(offers a ring of keys)

And here are your keys.

                              DAD

Was? Did you say it WAS popular?

                             AGENT

Not since the... incident.

                              ALL

Incident?

                             AGENT

(backing away)

About ten years ago, a twelve-year-old boy disappeared.

He went into those...

(points)

woods and was never seen again.

(all grumble)

                              DAD

You mean this place is dangerous?!

                             DORAH

Ooo! Cool! Or haunted maybe!

                             AGENT

(gets into car, talks out the window)

No. The lake is fine. The fishing is good. The hills and valleys
are good for hiking. If you stay out of those woods, you'll be
fine.

(starts car, forced smile)

Have a wonderful vacation.

(drives off hurriedly)

                              DAD

Well, I guess that explains why we didn't see a single car for
ten miles.

                            AUNTIE

Do you think we should stay here?

                              DAD

We don't have any choice. I just gave her...

(points)

our vacation money. Anyway, you know how people are. It's like
that whispering game you play at birthday parties. You know, by
the time the story gets retold a dozen times, it doesn't sound
anything like the original story. I'm sure if we're careful,
we'll be fine.

(all grumble)

                            MOTHER

Alright, listen up. We need to make some rules. First, noone
goes into those woods.

(points)

Got it?

(all nod)

Second, noone goes anywhere alone.

                              SIS

Not even to the bathroom?

(giggles)

                            MOTHER

This is serious. If you go fishing, you take someone with you.
If you go hiking, you take someone with you. If you go ANYWHERE
outside of this house, you take someone with you. Understood?

(all nod and verbally affirm in mumbles)

                              SIS

So, we can go ANYWHERE except into the woods?

                            MOTHER

As long as you take someone with you.

                              SIS

Who wants to go down to the lake with me?

(exits frame running)

                            COUSIN

I do!

(follows)

                              DAD

(picks up fishing rod and tackle, exits running)

Who wants to go fishing with me?

                             UNCLE

(picks up fishing rod and tackle box, exits running)

I do!

                            AUNTIE

(exits running)

I saw some beautiful wildflowers over this way.

                            COUSIN

(follows)

I'll go with you.

                            MOTHER

(looks around, points to the pile of luggage and groceries)

This is not quite what I meant.

(unlocks door, opens it, picks up two suitcases)

                             DORAH

(enters frame with tote bag over shoulder)

Let me help you with those, Mother.

                            MOTHER

(turns)

Oh. I thought everyone deserted me.

                             DORAH

(exiting into house with suitcases)

Not me, Mother, I'm the helpful one, remember?

(time passes: the pile of luggage is gone)

                             DORAH

(exits house, looks around)

I guess that's the last of it, Mother.

                            MOTHER

(voiceover)

Okay. Be careful out there.

(Dorah looks both ways, smirks, runs into the woods)

EXT AFTERNOON WIDE: DOOR IN THE WOODS

(Dorah weaves her way around bushes and trees. Suddenly, THUD,
she slams face first into an invisible obstacle, falls backward
unconscious to the ground)

(blackout)

(moments later)

(POV: Dorah opens her eyes and looks straight up toward the sky
through the canopy of trees. A moment later Dorman bends over
her)

                            DORMAN

Are you alright?

                             DORAH

You hit me! Why did you hit me?!

                            DORMAN

I didn't hit you.

                             DORAH

You punched me in the face!

                            DORMAN

I swear, I didn't touch you.

                             DORAH

Then, what hit me?

                            DORMAN

You ran into the door.

(points)

                            DORMAN

(looks left and right)

                             DORAH

Nice try, buddy. We're in the middle of the woods. There are no
doors in the middle of the woods.

                            DORMAN

(offers hand)

Come, let me show you.

                             DORAH

(takes his hand)

There had better be a door, buddy, or I'm bopping you in the
nose.

(sits up, then stands up)

                            DORMAN

What are you doing in the woods, anyway? Don't you know a boy
disappeared from these woods ten years ago? Nobody comes into
the woods alone anymore.

                             DORAH

Then, why are YOU here?

                            DORMAN

I kind of live here.

                             DORAH

Yeah, right.

(looks around)

Now, where is this door you think I ran into?

                            DORMAN

(points)

Right here.

                             DORAH

(walking in the direction Dorman is pointing at, looking at him)

We'll see about that...

(thud, she slams into an invisible obstacle, falls backward
unconscious to the ground)

(blackout)

(moments later)

(POV: Dorah opens her eyes and looks straight up toward the sky
through the canopy of trees. A moment later, Dorman bends over
her)

                            DORMAN

Are you alright?

                             DORAH

You hit me AGAIN!

                            DORMAN

You were looking right at me. Did you SEE me hit you?

                             DORAH

I don't know. All I know is I never saw any door.

                            DORMAN

That's because it's an invisible door.

                             DORAH

I feel like Alice In Wonderland. Is there a Cheshire cat here
too.

                            DORMAN

(offers hand)

Come, let me show you.

                             DORAH

This is all a big dream. I'm asleep. Right?

                            DORMAN

Sorry to disappoint you. You are very much awake and you walked
into an invisible door TWICE.

(offers hand)

Maybe you should let me show you.

                             DORAH

(takes his hand)

Well, alright, but if there is no door in the middle of the
woods, you are in big trouble.

(sits up, stands up)

Now where is this invisible door, buddy?!

                            DORMAN

(grabs her wrist, pulls her gently toward the door)

It's right... here.

                             DORAH

(feels the flat surface)

Well, I'll be... What is this?

                            DORMAN

I think I mentioned that it's a door.

                             DORAH

How did a door get into the middle of the woods?!

                            DORMAN

Well, it's a little hard to explain.

                             DORAH

Try me.

                            DORMAN

Well, it's not really a door...

                             DORAH

I knew it!

                            DORMAN

It's really a portal.

                             DORAH

A what?

                            DORMAN

It's a portal. It's a constantly moving opening in the
space-time continuum.

                             DORAH

If you say so.

(feels for a door knob)

Okay, its a high-tech door. Where is the door knob?

                            DORMAN

I don't recommend that you touch the door knob.

                             DORAH

Why not?

                            DORMAN

Because you'll probably use it to open the door.

                             DORAH

That's what you do with a door, isn't it?

                            DORMAN

It's not that simple. This door comes with strings attached. The
rule is, if you open the door, you have to go through it.

                             DORAH

I can live with that. Where is the door knob?

                            DORMAN

I don't think you realize what you're saying.

                             DORAH

Then, let me put it another way. If you don't show me the door
knob, I'll bop you in the nose.

                            DORMAN

(sighs)

Well, okay, but don't say I didn't warn you.

(grabs her wrist and guides her hand to the knob)

Here you go. Now, remember, you don't HAVE to open the door, but
if you do...

                             DORAH

I know. I have to go through the door.

(pushes door open)

EXT AFTERNOON WIDE: FRONT DECK OF A FAST-MOVING SPEEDBOAT

(wind whips Dorah's hair as she steps through the now-visible
open door)

(POV: Dorah looks past the bow of the boat to the water beyond
and the petroleum tank farm beyond)

                             DORAH

We're on the deck of a boat. Where are we?

                            DORMAN

(pushes her through)

No time for tourism. We have less than a minute before this boat
crashes into those gasoline storage tanks.

(points, closes door, revealing back half of the boat. A canvas
tarp covers a mound behind the driver's seat)

                             DORAH

There's nobody driving this boat!

                            DORMAN

No kidding.

(jumps over the windshield, points at canvas)

Look under that canvas, see if there's a knife or a scissors
under there.

                             DORAH

(follows)

Why?

                            DORMAN

(bends and examines the steering wheel and throttle lever)

Don't ask questions. Just do it!

                             DORAH

(steps toward canvas)

You don't have to be rude.

(pulls back canvas)

Oh! This is not good!

(points)

                            DORMAN

(whirls around)

What?

(notices the dozens of sticks of dynamite and a black detonator
box with red LEDs counting backward from 39 seconds)

Forget that. Find me a knife!

                             DORAH

What's the matter with you?! That's a bomb!

                            DORMAN

(trying to untie the ropes that are tied to the steering wheel
and the throttle lever)

What's the matter with you, girl?! If I can't cut these ropes,
this boat will crash into those gasoline storage tanks and that
bomb will be the least of your worries! Find me a knife!

                             DORAH

(lifting corners of the canvas)

There's nothing under here but the bomb.

                            DORMAN

(pauses from pulling at the rope knots with his teeth)

Try the tackle box.

                             DORAH

Can't you just turn off the key?

                            DORMAN

They broke the key off.

(shouts)

The tackle box! Now!

                             DORAH

(spins in circles)

Tackle box. Tackle box. Tackle box. Found it.

(stoops near stern, opens tackle box)

Maybe we should just go back through the door and forget the
bomb.

                            DORMAN

It's against the rules. Where's my knife?!

                             DORAH

(pulls out pocket knife)

Found it!

(tosses knife)

                            DORMAN

(catches knife, opens it, begins cutting ropes that hold the
steering wheel)

You go to the door.

                             DORAH

I thought you said...

                            DORMAN

Forget the door, you stupid girl! I'll just throw you overboard!

                             DORAH

(hurries to door)

This is me going to the door.

                            DORMAN

(finished cutting, turns the wheel, the boat turns out to sea,
Dorman stands, jumps over the windshield and around to the door)

Let's go! Go!

(they exit through the open door)

EXT AFTERNOON WIDE: DOOR IN THE WOODS

(Boom, door flies open, Dorman and Dorah fly out and land in the
bushes, followed by a tongue of flames, door flaps shut, sudden
silence)

                             DORAH

Wow! That was a close one, huh?

                            DORMAN

(stands, dusts himself off, approaches the door)

That's what I get for bringing a GIRL through the door with me!

(opens the door, on the other side is a peaceful aviary with
songbirds chirping, walks through, slams the door behind him)

                             DORAH

(stands, dusts herself off, approaches the door, shouts)

You don't have to be rude!

(reaches for knob, hesitates, withdraws, exits)

No. I'd better not.

INT EVENING WIDE: VACATION HOME LIVING ROOM

(Most family members play board games or card games in groups of
two or three as Dorah enters stealthily, side-steps to the back
of the room and watches wide-eyed as a news video on television
shows the bomb-boat making a u-turn, heading out to sea, then
exploding)

                           ANNOUNCER

This video footage of the speedboat with the bomb onboard was
recorded from shore by a bystander with a cell phone. The
quality of the recording is not very good, but the FBI is
examining the footage to determine how the terrorists carried
out the attempted destruction of the oil depot at Huntington
Beach and how the boat happened to swerved out to sea just
seconds before the bomb went off. Unconfirmed reports from the
scene said that two children were sighted onboard the speedboat
moments before the bomb exploded.

(boom)

As yet, no bodies were found near the wreckage.

                            MOTHER

(side-steps into frame near Dorah, points at television, softly)

That was YOU, wasn't it?

                             DORAH

(wide-eyed)

I can explain! I... He...

                            MOTHER

(finger to lips)

You don't have to explain.

(points to exit)

Walk with me.

EXT EVENING WIDE: OUTSIDE VACATION HOME

(Mother and Dorah exit house)

                             DORAH

Am I in trouble?

                            MOTHER

Not at all.

                             DORAH

But you said we weren't supposed to go into the woods.

                            MOTHER

I just said that to keep the other kids out of the woods.

                             DORAH

What about the story of that boy who disappeared?

                            MOTHER

Agnus Henderson concocted that story to keep other people out of
the woods.

                             DORAH

The real estate lady? Why would she do that?

                            MOTHER

That boy you met in the woods... that's her son. He's been
assigned to train you.

                             DORAH

Train me? For what?

                            MOTHER

Where do I begin? Well, let me just come out and say it: YOU are
the next doorkeeper, if you want the job.

                             DORAH

You mean you WANTED me to go into the woods?!

                            MOTHER

That's how I became a doorkeeper when I was your age.

                             DORAH

You mean YOU did stuff like that when you were my age?!

                            MOTHER

Yes.

                             DORAH

You... I... I... So, you knew I would... How did you know I
would...

(points to woods)

                            MOTHER

You are a chosen one. You were called... by the door.

                             DORAH

Called?! By a door?!

                            MOTHER

The door is not a thing. It's a person... a very smart person.
His job on earth is to help those who need help, to stop crime
and to protect the innocent. He uses a handful of chosen people
throughout the world to help him. And now YOU are one of the
chosen ones.

                             DORAH

(points)

That boy. The one in the woods...

                            MOTHER

His name is Dorman. He's one of the chosen ones. The door
selected him to train you in the ways of the door.

                             DORAH

Dorman? Did you say his name is Dorman?

                            MOTHER

Yes. All the chosen ones are named Dorman or Dorah.

                             DORAH

But you said YOU were one of the chosen ones. But YOUR name
isn't Dorah.

                            MOTHER

Actually, it is. The name on my birth certificate is Dorah
Dierdre Jacobson. But I change my name to Deedee after I
finished my service to the door.

                             DORAH

But I thought I was named after Grandma Dorah. I was named after
YOU?

                            MOTHER

Actually, you were named after the door. And so were Grandma and
I.

                             DORAH

You mean you did stuff... like that?

(points)

                            MOTHER

(nods)

Sure.

                             DORAH

And it's alright with you if I do dangerous stuff like that?

                            MOTHER

It's not dangerous... IF you do what the door wants you to do.

                             DORAH

Well, yeah. It was kind of exciting. But you were always so
protective before. You would never let me do stuff like that.

                            MOTHER

You never had the protection of the door before. He'll keep you
safe.

                             DORAH

Are you sure about this? I mean, I don't want to talk you out of
this, but, Some of the fire from the explosion came through the
door and singed my hair.

(turns head, pulls hair)

                            MOTHER

If you were burned, it means you didn't do everything Dorman
told you to do WHEN he said to do it.

                             DORAH

Oh. That's why he yelled at me. I just thought he was being
rude.

                            MOTHER

The two most important rules for doorkeepers are: First, you
must put all your trust in the door. Second, you must do
everything your trainer tells you to do without asking
questions.

                             DORAH

I don't think that boy will ever talk to me again.

                            MOTHER

He'll talk to you, because Dorman does what the door tells him
to do. But you have to make things right with Dorman.

                             DORAH

What do you mean?

                            MOTHER

You need to confess to him what you did that caused the fire
from the explosion to come through the door and singe your hair.

                             DORAH

Yeah, but he's got to apologize to me for yelling at me.

                            MOTHER

Dorah, if you want to serve the door, you need to keep YOUR
slate clean first. You can't have anger, guilt and regrets cloud
your judgement. Do you really WANT to serve the door?

                             DORAH

Yeah! It was like riding a roller coaster with your hands off
the bar! We saved people's lives today!

                            MOTHER

The third rule of the door is that you can't claim any credit
for doing your good deeds.

                             DORAH

You mean I can't tell anyone?

                            MOTHER

Only another chosen one.

                             DORAH

(shrugs)

Oh.

                            MOTHER

Dorah, some people just aren't cut out to do good deeds without
thanks. Noone would blame you for dropping out.

(returns to house)

                             DORAH

(follows)

I'm not dropping out. I think this is what I should be doing. It
feels right for me. When do I get to go again?

                            MOTHER

(holds door open as Dorah enters)

When the door calls you. Stay alert. He'll call you when you
least expect it.

INT NIGHT CLOSE-UP: DORAH'S BEDROOM

                             DORAH

(sleeps in a darkened room with the moon lighting up her face,
suddenly Dorah sits up, wide awake, whispers)

Huh? Who said that?

(looks around, looks up, down, goes over to Sis's bed, finds her
sleeping, looks under the bed, looks out window, shrugs, falls
back to sleep)

(Time passes)

                            DORMAN

(rubs Dorah's shoulder, whispers)

Dorah. Dorah, wake up.

                             DORAH

(awakens, gasps)

How did you get in here?!

                            DORMAN

(covers her mouth)

You missed your call. You need to get dressed and come right
away.

(runs and dives out the open window)

                             DORAH

(sits up, looks in amazement at the window, closes eyes tightly,
reopens them, whispers)

Am I still dreaming?!

(throws back covers)

The call!

EXT NIGHT WIDE: DOOR IN THE WOODS

                            DORMAN

(stands impatiently with his hand on the door knob)

Took you long enough!

                             DORAH

(enters frame running)

I'm sorry. I thought I was dreaming. I had no idea....

                            DORMAN

Apologize later, we have a mission to do.

(opens door)

EXT NIGHT WIDE: ROCK CREEK PARK ENTRANCE

(the door opens in front of the ROCK CREEK PARK sign next to a
flagpole with the flag removed. The only lighting is the
floodlights for the sign and a full moon)

                             DORAH

(looks around, looks up, looks down as she walks toward the
abyss beyond the sign)

I don't see anyone who needs help. I don't see any bad guys who
need arresting. Maybe the door brought us to the wrong place.

(yelps, loses balance, looks down, sees she's at the edge of the
abyss)

Wo!

(regains balance)

                            DORMAN

The door NEVER makes mistakes. Never. You have to trust the
door.

                             DORAH

Well, then, smart guy, why are we here?

                             EMILY

(a younger girl, off camera)

Help! Help! Help me!

                            DORMAN

Maybe there's someone down there...

(points to abyss)

who needs help. What do you think?

                             DORAH

(shouts, down)

Hello? Who's down there?

                             EMILY

I'm Emily. Please help me.

                             DORAH

Where are you, Emily? I can't see you.

(a cloud slides away from the moon revealing a younger girl
standing on a rock ledge ten feet below)

                            DORMAN

(points at Emily)

There! There she is!

(to Dorah)

Hold my hand.

                             DORAH

Why? She's out of reach.

                            DORMAN

(grabs Dorah's hand)

Just do it.

(backs away from Dorah down the steep slope toward Emily,
reaches, grunts)

No. She's too far down.

                             DORAH

Told you so.

                            DORMAN

(pulls himself up to Dorah)

Alright, genious. How do we get her up?

                             DORAH

We need a rope.

                            DORMAN

(pats pocket)

Sorry, no ropes here, GENIOUS.

                             DORAH

The flag pole!

(points)

                            DORMAN

Well, the flagpole is certainly long enough to reach her. But
it's bolted to the ground, genious.

                             DORAH

Not the flagpole. All flagpoles have ropes.

                            DORMAN

(turns, hurries to the flagpole)

Oh! Good idea!

(unwinds the ropes from the cleat, walks toward Dorah, but is
soon yanked back when the ropes reach full length)

Oh oh! Not long enough.

                             DORAH

(approaches, unhooks the two clips from each other, takes one
end of the rope)

It's plenty long. Give me one end and go back to the flagpole
and hang on.

                            DORMAN

(retreating toward flagpole)

Well, okay, but, I don't see what good it will....

                             DORAH

Hold tight.

(leans back, pulling rope and lifting Dorman off the ground)

                            DORMAN

Wo! This is not what I expected.

                             DORAH

Don't let go.


(pulls hand over hand on the rope until she has enough slack to
reach Emily)

                            DORMAN

(riding higher and higher on the flagpole)

Remind me again why we're doing this.

                             DORAH

(dropping the rope down the slope to Emily)

We're going to use your weight to lift Emily up.

(to Emily)

Can you reach the rope, Emily?

                             EMILY

(grabs the rope)

Got it.

                             DORAH

Wrap the rope around you under your armpits and fasten the clip.

                             EMILY

Okay.

(tries to comply, grunts)

There's not enough rope.

                             DORAH

(pulling hand over hand, raising Dorman farther up the flagpole)

Okay... let... me... give... you... a... little... more.

                             EMILY

(successfully wraps the rope around her)

Okay. That's enough. I'm ready.

                             DORAH

Are you sure the clip on the end is secure?

                             EMILY

(tugs on rope)

I think so.

                             DORAH

Okay, Emily, grab the rope and hold on tight, then just walk up
the rocks. Okay?

                             EMILY

Okay. I'm ready.

                             DORAH

Okay... here... we... go.

(holding the rope with both hands, walks the rope back toward
the flagpole)

How we doing, Emily?

                             EMILY

(walking up the steep rocks)

Okay. I'm doing good. Like a mountain climber.

(finally appears over the edge of the abyss as Dorman touches
down)

                             DORAH

(unhooking the clip and removing Emily's rope)

Would you like to do it again?

                         EMILY & DORMAN

No thanks!

                           EMILY'S MOM

(out of frame)

Emily! Emily, where are you?!

                            DORMAN

She's over here.

                           EMILY'S MOM

(enters frame running, kneels near Emily, hugs her)

What happened?!

                             EMILY

I had to go potty, but I slipped and fell down there.

(points to abyss)

Then these kids came and pulled me up.

                            DORMAN

(reattaching rope to the flagpole cleat)

Fortunately, she landed on a narrow rock ledge.

(points to invisible door, nods to Dorah)

                           EMILY'S MOM

(guides Emily toward the campsite)

It's more than two hundred feet to the bottom. You could have
been killed!

                             DORAH

(nods to Dorman, heads toward door)

She'll be okay now.

(Dorah and Dorman exit through the door and disappear when it
closes behind them)

                           EMILY'S MOM

(now beyond the flagpole with her back to Dorah and Dorman)

Can you say thank you to those nice people?

                             EMILY

(stops, turns)

Thank you.

                           EMILY'S MOM

(stops, turns)

Where did they go?

(both look in all directions)

EXT NIGHT WIDE: DOOR IN THE WOODS

(exiting door)

                            DORMAN

Hey, you're getting pretty good at this business. I'm impressed!

                             DORAH

(sighs)

Listen, my mom says I have to... I'm sorry I disrespected you.
I'm sorry I didn't do what you said. I almost got us killed last
time. You're my trainer. I promise I'll be nicer to you from now
on.

                            DORMAN

Well, I guess it's not all that bad working with a girl after
all.

INT MORNING WIDE: DORAH'S BEDROOM

                             DORAH

(wakes up to see Mother sitting on the bed, yawns, stretches)

Morning, Mother.

                            MOTHER

Good morning. It's time for breakfast. But if you want to sleep
in, it would be alright, since you were on a mission.

(stands)

                             DORAH

(Sits up)

How did you know?! Did I wake you?!

                            MOTHER

No. You were in the morning news this morning.

                             DORAH

They got us on tape?!

                            MOTHER

No. This little girl and her mother were on a remote broadcast
from Rock Creek Park. The little girl said two older kids
rescued her. But the kids disappeared. I figured it was you.

(pats her arm, stands, exits)

Nice work, kiddo!

                             DORAH

Yeah, I guess it was, wasn't it?

                            MOTHER

Did you make things right with Dorman?

                             DORAH

Yeah. He's kind of nice. We do good together.

                            MOTHER

(exiting)

Do I hear wedding bells?

                             DORAH

Mother!

(flops back)
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