Oh no!


Original Script

Cut to Jane’s bedroom. She’s standing at her window looking 
down, watching the Madame and her assistant in the driveway, 
next to Madame’s waiting taxi.

The old woman and boy are arguing. 

JANE
Ha, even her own…

GHOST
Jane.
Where is the key?!

JANE
What?

GHOST
Your necklace. 
Where is it?

JANE
Looks down her shirt
It’s right … hmm. 
Oh. Must have fallen off.

GHOST
As I feared. 
I no longer sense it in this house.

JANE
What?!
Where could it…
Looks out the window to an empty street.
Oh! No she didn’t!