JOAN OF ARCADIA “Pilot” written by Barbara Hall Writer’s Draft December 11, 2002 December 16, 2002 December 20, 2002

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot"™ Writer's Draft 12/19/02 1. BCT ONE FADE IN: INT. DELANEY HOME/JOAN’S BEDROOM - NIGHT JOAN DELANEY is a sixteen-year-old girl, typical in every imaginable way. Her room is littered with teenage business —- rock posters, discarded clothes, books, CD’s, stuffed animals from years gone by. We can detect from her surroundings that she is growing up in a very middle class family -- nothing extravagant here. She sleeps splayed on her bed in typical teenage fashion. As we pan across the room, we HEAR A DISTANT, MUDDIED VOICE: VOICE Joan. Joan stirs, turns over, throwing an arm across her face. And then, AGAIN: VOICE Joan. Joan stirs again. This time, the VOICE COMES LOUDER. VOICE (CONT’D) Joan. Joan sits straight up in bed, her heart pounding, breathing heavily. She looks around her room, but nothing is there. Blink, blink, as she stares into the indigo light of the voom. She lies back down. Turning her head, she is able to look outside her window and see a full moon peering down through the curtains. She reaches for an old worn out teddy bear. DISSOLVE TO: INT. DELANEY HOME/JOAN’S BEDROOM - MORNING She is still asleep, though in a different position, and we HEAR A VOICE, this time YELLING. VOICE Joan! Joan! She sleeps through this one. CUT TO:

JOAN OF BRCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 2. INT. DELANEY HOME/KITCHEN - MORNING HELEN DELANEY is forty-five, youthful despite everything, funny, smart, tough. She’s a good Irish Catholic working- class girl, though she’s lapsed from the Catholic part in recent years. HELEN Joan Agnes! Don’t make me beat you! REVEAL: that Helen is cooking for several. Already in the kitchen is LUKE DELANEY, a nerdy fifteen-year-old, a year younger than his sister. He's wiry and a little neurotic, but mostly smart. HELEN (CONT'D) Why have my children stopped listening to me? LUKE We never listened to you, Ma. HELEN William! Breakfast! LUKE pad definitely never listened to you. HELEN You aren’t helping. CUT TO: INT. DELANEY HOME/HELEN AND WILL’S BEDROOM - MORNING WILL DELANEY is getting dressed. A handsome, rugged man in his forties. He straightens his tie, smooths back his hair, reaches for his wallet, then for his gun. Which worries us. Until he also reaches for his badge. He’s a cop. He starts out of the room, remembers something, then goes over and kisses a rosary which is hanging from the bedpost. This is purely superstition and habit. Will Delaney hasn’t been in a church since he was married. CUT TO:

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's praft 12/198/02 3. INT: DELANEY HOME/JOAN’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS Joan is still sleeping. A KNOCK on her door. No answer. Will Delaney comes in. Stands over her. Sits down next to her. Starts to blow lightly on her face. She swats at it, as if there’s an insect. He blows a little harder. She starts awake. He LAUGHS. JOAN Dad, get away. She kicks at him. He LAUGHS and goes out. CUT TO: INT. DELANEY HOME/KITCHEN - MORNING Will comes into the kitchen. is eating. Helen is still putting the morning together for her family. Will gives her a kiss and means it. HELEN Where's Joan? WILL She’s up. HELEN What about Kevin? WILL Let him sleep. He pours himself a cup of coffee. HELEN Why? LUKE Mom, you know all that stuff in my room? The candles and crystals and stuff? Don’t touch that. I'm doing an experiment with light. HELEN I want him to go job hunting today, Will. LUKE Really important experiment. (CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: But Will abruptly himself into the room. accident over a year ago. his life has been derailed. but he is tainted with anger. JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 HELEN If he’s not going to college, he has to get a job. WILL He doesn’t know anybody. Give him rime to adjust. LUKE Life altering stuff. HELEN not listening to you, Luke. LUKE Good to know. HELEN We’ve been here six months. Joan has adjusted. ZLuke has adjusted. LUKE Also good to know. WILL The world won’t end if he sleeps another half hour, Helen. HELEN The doctor was very specific about this. No preferential treatment. We all agreed. LUKE Anyway, this experiment with light, it’s called the double slit experiment. HELEN If you treat him special, then he’1ll expect the world to do that. WILL I heard all the same lectures as you. . . stops talking as KEVIN DELANEY, 19, wheels He’s a paraplegic, due to a car Handsome, a former football star, He tries to keep up his humor, (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's praft 12/18/02 5. CONTINUED: (2) KEVIN Ever get the strange feeling that you’ re being discussed? LUKE I never get that. KEVIN Because you’'re too boring. LUKE That’s what I'm thinking. HELEN Your pancakes are cold. I put the classifieds there. BAnd I circled some things. KEVIN (picking up the paper) What, no CEO positions available? Just as well. 1I’'d be the only one whose mother has to drive him to work. HELEN You're going to learn to drive. KEVIN 1 know how to drive. That’s how this all started, I seem to recall. HELEN You know what I mean. You have to... Will makes a gesture for her to stop talking. HELEN Never mind. Apparently you don’t have to do anything. Tension in the air. Helen goes back to the stove. Will gives her a pleading look. She sighs, then puts some more pancakes on a plate, takes them over to Kevin. HELEN (CONT’D) Here. These are hot. She kisses him on the top of the head. Will smiles at her appreciatively. CUT TO:

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/18/02 6. INT. DELANEY HOME/JOAN’S BEDROOM - MORNING She is getting dressed, a large collection of choices already scattered around her feet. She looks at herself in a full length mirror, turning, can’t decide. Suddenly something catches her eye, outside the window. She goes over, sees the form of a MAN standing under a tree, staring up at her window. She is frozen, looking at him. CUT TO: INT. DELANEY HOME/KITCHEN - MORNING The Delaneys are eating. LUKE So what you do is, you shoot photons at this piece of paper... Under which Joan enters, in a hurry, heading for the back door. JOAN There's a pervert in the yard. LUKE ...and a pervert appears in the yard. HELEN What? JOAN Come see. She goes out the back door. Her parents exchange a look and follow. Luke goes, too. Kevin stays behind. CUT. TO: EXT. DELANEY HOME/BACK YARD - CONTINUOUS As Joan heads out to where she saw the man. But there is nothing there. JOAN He was standing right here. Looking up at my window. Helen and Luke just stare at her. Will goes over and inspects the ground. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot” Writer's Draft 12/19/02 CONTINUED: WILL No footprints. JORN The ground is frozen. (off his look) He was here. HELEN What did he look like? JOAN 1 couldn’t see his face. He was wearing a dark coat. LUKE A pervert coat? HELEN That was Mr. Sellars. He’'s always out early. He’'s overly involved with his gutters. JOAN I don’t think so. BAnd last night? I heard somebody calling me. In this weird voice. my room. Everyone just stares at her. HELEN Joan. There definitely wasn’t anyone in your room last night. JOAN I'm not crazy. And I haven’t dropped acid in just ages. HELEN Come eat your breakfast. You're going to be late for school. LUKE Please excuse Joan from first period. She was hallucinating. JOAN Shut up, weirdo. LUKE I'm the weirdo? (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 8. CONTINUED: (2) HELEN Enough. Let’s go inside and have a civilized family breakfast. LUKE It’s always good to try something new. Helen shoots him a look, and they head back inside. Will lingers, looking at Joan. JOAN I saw him, Daddy. Will puts an arm around Joan. She stares up at her window, wondering. On this we... SMASH CUT TO: MAIN TITLES FADE IN: INT. ARCADIA HIGH SCHOOL/CLASSROOM - DAY Joan sits in French class as the teacher, MRS. MARX, DRONES ON. She is sitting near her would-be friends, ELYSE and SOPHIE, who are pretty and popular. Not too far away is ADAM FLYNN, who is staring in their direction. Joan sees him, glances away, catches the eye of her friends. MRS. MARX Apres le film, les quatres amis... CLASS Apres le film, les gquatres amis... JOAN (sotto voce) God, could he be more ocbvious? MRS. MARX ...recontre Michelle a le cafe... CLASS ...recontre Michelle a le cafe... ELYSE What do you mean? JOAN The way he’'s staring at you. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's praft 12/19/02 CONTINUED: ELYSE He’s not staring at me. SOPHIE Me, either. MRS. MARX ...pour prendre les boissons. CLASS ...pour prendre les boissons. Joan shoots another glance at him. He looks away. What’s the deal with him? SOPHIE Monsieur Flynn is what we call ‘debris de blanc.’ ELYSE (off Joan’s look) White trash. JOAN Well. Obviously that won’t work. Me being from royalty and all. MRS. MARX Mademoiselle Delaney. Joan looks up, caught. MRS. MARX (CONT'D) Could you read the next paragraph to the class? Joan looks down and is stumped. JOAN I... don’t think so. MRS. MARX Porquois pas? JOAN Porgouis... (conscious of her new friends) ...je ne parle pas Francais. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's praft 12/19/02 10. CONTINUED: (2} This gets a good LAUGH FROM EVERYONE. Except Mrs. Marx. TO: INT. ARCADIA HIGH SCHOOL/CORRIDOR - DAY Joan is walking to the principal’s office, slip in hand. She looks miserable. She suddenly hears FOOTSTEPS behind her. She turns to look. No one is there. She speeds up her pace. CUT TO: EXT. ALLEYWAY - ARCADIA - DAY Will Delaney approaches a crime scene, complete with a handful of uniformed cops and scme yellow crime tape. He approaches a body under a blanket. Leans down, lifts the blanket, and looks at the victim. It’s a young girl, late teens, scantily clad. She’s been beaten up and choked. Will stares at her for a long beat. A plainclothes detective approaches. This is BARRY NEWFIELD. BARRY Chief. What are you doing here? Will covers her back up and stands. WILL rug related? BARRY We don’t know yet. It’'s an hour old. WILL How long has it been for her? BARRY Rigor has set in. Probably happened sometime last night. Patrol car found her. WILL You ID’d her? BARRY Not yet. {then) Chief, you show up on a call like this, the guys are gonna think you don’t trust them. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 1. CONTINUED: WILL T wouldn’t want them to think that. (peinting in the dirt) You get a picture of that? BARRY What? WILL Boot print. Barry leans down, looks at it, sighs. to a nearby uniformed cfficer. BARRY Osborne, get over here. He stands and motions OFFICER OSBORNE runs over. He’s barely into his twenties. BARRY (CONT’'D) Get a photo of that boot print. OSBORNE Boot print? BARRY Right there. And a plaster cast. OSBORNE Okay, sir. And, sir, the M.E. just arrived. BARRY Thanks. Before he can go off: WILL Wait a minute. The medical examiner is just getting here? OSBORNE Yes, sir, Chief. WILL So tell me she was found with the blanket already on her. OSBORNE No, sir. {off his look) She was just lying there, out in the open. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's praft 12/19/02 12. CONTINUED: (2) WILL You’ve contaminated the scene, officer. Osborne tucks his head. WILL (CONT'D) Dammit, it’s procedure 101. OSBORNE I'm sorry, sir. WILL (sighs) Just go get the M.E. Osborne runs off. Will looks to Barry. WILL (CONT’'D) You brought in the rookies because it was a prostitute? BARRY We don’t know that it’'s a prostitute, yet. Osborne was the officer on patrol. Luck of the draw. WILL He should know better. BARRY This used to be a safe place to live, Chief. Less than twenty homicides a year, most of them domestic disputes. Violent crime has doubled in the last year, and it’s hard for the boys to catch up. (off Will’s look) But then, you know that. WILL 1711 tell you what hasn’t doubled in the last year, and that’s the conviction rate. That’s going to change, under my watch. BARRY I get that, Chief. But if I could just reiterate. You showing up on 3 routine murder investigation... (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 13. CONTINUED: (3) WILL Lt. Newfield. When these investigations become routine, I won’'t have to show up anymore. He walks off. On Barry-- CUT TO: INT. ARCADIA HIGH SCHOOL/CLERICAL AREA - DAY The clerical area outside the principal’s office. Helen works there. She is talking to a fellow worker, MARLENE. Under this, Joan enters, slides into a chair, and attempts to hide her face with a pamphlet. HELEN Marlene, did you see this excuse slip for Marty Wilkins? MARLENE Yeah, I signed it. HELEN Don’t you think his mother, who's a lawyer, would know how to spell either ‘sore’ or ‘throat’? I mean, she’d get one of them right. MARLENE I'11 call him in after lunch. (seeing Joan) Well, look who’s here. Helen looks over. She moves over to the counter, across from Joan. HELEN Joan? Joan looks up. JOAN Hi, Mom. HELEN Are you here to see Mr. Chadwick? JOAN Apparently I'm getting some kind of award. (CONTINUED)

JOBN OF ARCADIA "Pilot"™ Writer's 12/18/02 14. CONTINUED: HELEN Oh, really? Most likely to end up in big rig school? JOAN vou know, a lot of people would consider your job a conflict of interest. HELEN That’s fascinating. MR. CHADWICK, a typical high school principal, comes out. CHADWICK Ah, Ms. Delaney. Let’s have a chat. He motions for her to come in. Helen watches Joan as she goes into the principal’s office. CUT TO: INT. ARCADIA HIGH SCHOOL/CHADWICK'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Joan sits in a chair as he moves behind his desk. JOAN Look, Mr. Chadwick, I have to tell you that Mrs. Marx hates me. I'm not sure why. CHADWICK Could it be that you disrupt her class? JOAN I don’t get in trouble anywhere else. (off his look) Okay, Mr. Backus hates me, toO. But that’s just because I'm morally opposed to dissecting frogs. Everywhere else, I'm goocd. (still off his look) P.E. does not count. Chadwick takes a breath. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's praft 12/19/02 15. CONTINUED: CHADWICK You are a special case, Joan. We like your mother very much, and your father is an influential figure in town. We do take into consideration that you’re new here. And the fact that your family went through a very difficult time pefore relocating. JOAN I don’t want special treatment. (beat) Although, a little special rreatment wouldn’t hurt. CHADWICK I saw your records from your former school. I saw your I.Q. tests. You should be blowing everyone else out of the water. I don’t like to see anything go to waste. JOAN Well, that explains your tie. (realizing) I'm sorry. That was awful. Did I say that? Chadwick takes a long breath, folds his hands. CUT TO: INT. ARCADIA HIGH SCHOOL/CORRIDOR - DAY Joan is walking back to class, probation slip in hand. We hear the VOICES of teachers talking in nearby classrooms. Joan turns a corner and is walking down a deserted hallway. She runs her hand along the lockers, like a twig along a fence, making a rattling noise. Suddenly she looks up and sees A MAN standing there. He is middle-aged, nondescript. It is the same man Joan saw standing outside her window. He has longish hair and gentle eyes. She stands very still and looks at him. MAN Joan. She is paralyzed. She doesn’t know what to do. MAN (CONT’D) We need to talk. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 16. CONTINUED: Joan turns and starts walking away from him. . MAN (CONT’'D) You’ re not crazy. She speeds up her pace. He takes a step toward her. MAN (CONT’D) Don’t be afraid. Joan turns. JOAN Leave me alone, you freak. MAN I just need a moment. Now Joan picks up the pace and starts running and yelling. JORN Help! Somebody help me! (as she continues to run) Mom! He’s here! Somebody help! On the man, as he watches Joan running down the hallway... FADE OUT. END _OF ACT ONE

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/198/02 FADE IN: ACT TWO INT. ARCADIA HIGH SCHOOL/CORRIDOR DAY ~1 Will Delaney hurries down the corridor. He finds a small knot of people. Joan is recovering, trying to talk to the people around her. Helen is there, as well as Mr. Chadwick and some security guards. Joan looks up and is happy to see her father. She runs to him. He hugs her. WILL Did he touch you? JOAN No, Daddy. WILL Is it the same guy? JOAN Yes. It was him. Will walks with Joan back over to the group. exchange a look. CHADWICK Mr. Delaney, security has scoured the place. They couldn’t find anything unusual. still, I’'ve suggested to Helen that she and Joan should go home for the day. WILL That’s a good idea. get a unit out here. CHADWICK I'm not sure that’s necessary. It would be disruptive for the kids. WILL Not as disruptive as being abducted, I‘m thinking. CHADWICK Chief Delaney, if we could speak. He leads Will off to the side. Will and Helen (CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's praft 12/19/02 CHADWICK (CONT'D) As I said, we've combed the premises. We've talked to some teachers, some students. Nobody remembers seeing anyone fitting her description. WILL Try harder. Someone had to have seen something. CHADWICK Well, that’s just it. Mr. Parker, the music teacher did see something. His classroom is in the area where Joan allegedly encountered this man. He recalls looking out the door, seeing Joan in the hall. WILL When? CHADWICK At the time she said the attack occurred. He paid special attention because your daughter was acting strangely. WILL How CHADWICK Talking to herself. This registers with Will. He doesn’t know what it he doesn’t like it. CHADWICK (CONT'D) I just had Joan in my office this morning, for disrupting, then smarting off in her French class. Two days ago it was biology class. Last week, P.E. WILL What's your point? CHADWICK She’s acting out. It's not unusual after some kind of tragedy. 18. means but (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/18/02 CONTINUED: (2) WILL You think my daughter has psychological problems? CHADWICK That isn’t what I said. WILL My child doesn’t have a problem. she doesn’t need a shrink. And if she says someone approached her, then that’s what happened. I'm going to get a unit out here. And what you need to do is your job. Keeping our kids safe, not psychoanalyzing them. Will walks off, then turns on a heel; he’s pissed. WILL (CONT'D) Nobody tells me about my family. Got that? And before Chadwick can answer, Will is gone. CUT TO: INT. DELANEY HOME/LIVING ROOM - DAY Kevin is LISTENING TC ELVIS COSTELLO and is painting model soldiers. The door opens 0.5. He looks up. His mother and Joan enter. KEVIN Hey. What's going on? Joan says nothing. She goes straight through the room and upstairs. Helen lingers. KEVIN (CONT'D) Why are you guys home? HELEN Some man approached Joan at school. KEVIN The pervert? HELEN We don’t know. Honestly, I even know if it’s happening, or if Joan is... (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 20. CONTINUED: KEVIN Cracking up? HELEN I was going to say looking for attention. Helen hovers over him a beat, then: HELEN (CONT'D) What are you making for dinner? KEVIN The Napoleonic army. HELEN The great thing about cooking? It doesn’t require legs. KEVIN Mom, I don’t want to fight. Helen draws up a chair. Kevin ignores her as he keeps working. HELEN Kevin, you can’t just give up and withdraw. You have to do something. You have to have plans. KEVIN I had plans. HELEN You’re nineteen years old. You're going to spend the rest of your life doing this? KEVIN This is an art, you know. There are people who do this for a living. Building miniatures for museums. I’ve looked into it. HELEN T don’t understand why you can’t go to college. KEVIN Because the only reason I was going to college was to play ball. I'm not the brains of the family. I don’t like school. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's praft CONTINUED: (2) HELEN But there are so many other options, if you’d just explore them. KEVIN pon’t you think I wish I was one of those guys who could get jazzed the wheelchair Olympics? (beat) . I’m not doing that bad, considering. But stop trying to make me the world’s greatest invalid. Helen doesn’t know what to say. Finally, she stands. HELEN Do me a favor. Go talk to your sister. KEVIN What about? HELEN She’s upset. And you are still her brother. She needs you. Helen walks out. On Kevin, thinking about being needed -- INT. DELANEY HOME/JOAN’S BEDROOM - DAY Joan is lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. and she looks up. Kevin wheels himself in. KEVIN Hey. JOAN Hey. KEVIN Mom wants me to talk to you. JOAN To make sure I'm not crazy? KEVIN Yep. So are you crazy? CUT TO: A KNOCK (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 22. CONTINUED: JOAN No. KEVIN Okay. I'm glad we had this talk. He starts to wheel out. JOAN I want some weirdo to be following me. Like I want to create a story for people to pass around the lunch room. Because I was beginning to get a little too popular. KEVIN Joan, here’s the thing. Mom likes normal. Dad really likes normal. Before my accident, Luke was all they could handle in the freak-for- a-kid department. Now they’ve got me. You're their only hope for normal. JOAN That is just wrong. KEVIN Sounded good, though. Didn’t she LAUGHS and kicks at his leg with her bare foot. A look comes over his face. Joan sits up, terrified. JOAN Oh, God. sorry. What'd I do? (off his silence) Did you feel that? He looks at her. He nods. : KEVIN No. JOAN an ass. She throws a glass of water on him as he LAUGHS. : KEVIN 1 felt that. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIR "Pilot" Writer's Draft 23. CONTINUED: (2) He pulls her into his lap, tickling her. As she fights back, LAUGHING, we... TO: INT. DELANEY HOME/KITCHEN - DAY As Helen is starting dinner, she looks up to the ceiling, HEARING THE LAUGHTER. A beat, then she crosses herself. INT. POLICE STATION - THE NEXT DAY A staff meeting. Barry, who is head of homicide, is addressing the homicide cops, most of whom are in uniform, some in plain clothes. Will is staring at the wall as Barry talks. BARRY Abigail Dorset is the victim's name. Eighteen years old, a runaway. She spent the last couple of nights at a teen shelter. We're still looking for the next of kin. Barry starts passing out photos to the cops. BARRY (CONT’D) The victim was sexually assaulted, peaten and strangled. Forensics has determined that she did not die in the location where she was found. She was dumped. WILL Any similar murders on record in the last year? BARRY A couple of prostitutes. Nothing this major. (off Will’s look) I'm sorry, Sir. I mean, no one this young. Will looks away, staring out the window. He’'s disturbed. A knock on the door and Will's assistant, PATTY, sticks her head in. PATTY Chief, the Mayor. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/18/02 24. CONTINUED: WILL (reaching for the phone) What line? PATTY In your office. On Will-- CUT TO: INT. ARCADIA DRUGSTORE - DAY Joan is there with her friends, Elyse and Sophie. They are reading magazines at the magazine rack. ELYSE Oh, listen to this. Men overwhelmingly prefer real breasts to breast implants. JOAN They must be talking about chicken. The girls LAUGH. SOPHIE And here. Austin, 28, says, “What I most value in a woman 1is a sense of humor.” JORN Which means a girl laugh at my jokes. The girls GIGGLE. SOPHIE You are so cynical. JOAN I'm a realist. The girls notice a knot of boys standing next to them. They smile and GIGGLE. One BOY in particular stands out. He is tall, gangly, and handsome. He smiles directly at Joan. The others follow his gaze, then look at her. She blushes, then looks back at the magazine. CUT TO:

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot” Writer's Draft 12/19/02 25. EXT. DRUGSTORE - DAY as Joan and her friends walk out and the boy follows her. JOAN See you guys LOmMOIrIow. Another fun £illed day of higher education. The friends wave goodbye and walk on. Joan walks in the other direction. She suddenly realizes that the boy is there. BOY T'm in fifth period English. With you. JOAN You are? BOY I sit at the back. I'm Josh. I'm Joan. They smile awkwardly. JOAN BOY You’ re new, right? JOAN Sorta new. I moved here last May. BOY You going home now? JOAN veah. I live on Carter Road. Which is just up there. BOY Okay. I live on Military Drive. walk with you. I mean, if that’s ckay. JOAN (shrugs) It’s okay with me. She looks over her shoulder and sees her friends disappearing down the street, without looking back. CUT TO:

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 26. INT. POLICE STATION - DAY Will sits with the Mayor, EDGAR TIMMONDS, an imposing fellow. Will is being chastened. TIMMONDS known Pete Chadwick for thirty years. He's a good man and an cutstanding principal. WILL He implied that my daughter was a liar. At best. At worst, he implied that she was mentally disturbed. TIMMONDS He says you jumped to those conclusions. WILL So he called you and tattled? TIMMONDS You’ re both prominent members of this society. There’s a public relations aspect to the job, Will. WILL I'm not here to win a popularity contest. I‘m here to create a police force where, all due respect, one barely exists. And your crime rate reflects it. It's in your best interest to let me do my job and not worry about getting invited to join the Rotary Club. TIMMONDS The city chose you from a list of highly gualified candidates. You’re here because of their endorsement. I encourage you not to take that lightly. Timmonds stands. TIMMONDS (CONT’D) That’s all for now, Will. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA Writer's Draft 12/18/02 27. CONTINUED: And he goes out. On Will-- CUT TO: EXT. ARCADIA STREET - EVENING Joan and the Boy walk along the street together. JOAN I mean, school is school. just terrible, no matter where you Zre. But here it’s really bad. I don’t know anybody, and I'm trying to act all normal. Just trying not to draw attention to myself. Because my father’s the Chief of Police. But at the same time, you want to use any kind of leverage. I mean, anything to stop me from being a big zeroc. So do I mention my father or do I try to hide from it? Who knows. The Boy says nothing as they walk along. | JOBN (CONT'D) You’re really in my English class. BOY Sure. (off her look) I mean, I am and I'm not. JOAN What’s that supposed to mean? You skip a lot? BOY Yeah, I skip. JOAN Boy, I wish I had the courage to do that. But my parents are so all over me. If I do the littlest thing wrong, they know it. BOY That’s what parents are for. o (suspiciously) You live around here? (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/18/02 28. CONTINUED: BOY Oh, yeah. JOAN Where? The boy stops walking. Joan stops walking to. BOY I want to talk to you. JOAN Unless I'm missing something, you are talking to me. The boy looks from side to side. They are on a deserted street. Joan notices this, too, and is nervous. BOY I mean, I want to be honest. JOAN Who are you? BOY I saw you today. Joan stares at him a beat. JOAN You saw me where? BOY I was the person in the hallway. Joan freezes. The boy realizes she’s frightened. JOAN You were in the hallway? And outside my house? (he nods) No, that guy was an old guy. BOY Okay, this part is difficult. I always look the same. JOAN What are you talking about? (backing up) What do you want with me? Because I'm warning you, my dad’s a cop. Not just a cop. cop. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/18/02 25. CONTINUED: (2) BOY I know who your father is. Will Delaney, born September 4th, 1957, in Brooklyn, New York. His mother was Eleanor Monroe, his father was Gerald Delaney. Your father had an uneventful childhood, attended Bronx Science, then City College, then joined the police force in 1980. He met your mother shortly after. One Helen Brodie. An art school dropout. You are the middle child of three. Your older brother Kevin was in a car accident a year and a half ago which fractured his back and left him a paraplegic. You have one other brother, Luke, fifteen. Your favorite color is green, you love salt on canteloupe, Jim Doss broke your heart in the eight grade and you're afraid of clowns. JOAN (frantic) Who are you? BOY 1’ve known you since before you were born. JOAN ask you one more time... BOY I'm God. JOAN You’ re what? BOY God. Joan stares at him, shocked. BOY (CONT'D) It's nice to meet you again. As she continues to stare, we... FADE OUT. END OF ACT TWO

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 30. FADE IN: EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY Joan is standing with God. She doesn’t know what to think. JOAN God GOD Yes. JOAN As in God. GOD Right. JOAN 0ld testament, burning bush, Tower of Babel, Ten Commandments God. GOD I come off much better in the New Testament But yes, the same God. JOAN Okay, let’s say you are God. GOD Thank you. JOAN I’'ve got some questions. GOD No. JOAN No? GOD As a general rule, I'1ll ask the questions. He starts walking. She struggles to keep up with him. JOAN What, you’re snippy with me? God is snippy? (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 31. CONTINUED: GOD I’11 explain something to you, Joan. It goes like this. I don’t look like this. I don’t look like anything you’d recognize. You can’t see me. I don’t sound like this. I don’t sound like anything you’d recognize. I'm beyond your experience. I am taking on this form because it’s comfortable for you. Makes sense to you. And if I'm snippy it’s because you understand snippy. Do you get it? JOAN Sort of. GOD Because I'm not really snippy. I have a very good personality. You’d like me. JOAN I'm not religious, you know. GOD Tt’s not about religion, Joan. It’s about fulfilling your nature. JOAN I definitely haven’t done that. GOD Exactly. Joan regards him a beat. JOAN Okay, let’'s say you are God. GOD Joan. I am God. JOAN Let’s see a miracle. God pauses in front of a large tree. GOD How about that? JOAN That’s a tree. He gestures to it. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA Writer's Draft 12/19/02 32.. CONTINUED: (2) GOD see you make one. God keeps walking. Joan moves along after him. JOAN So do you just go around appearing to people? GOD Not like this. JOAN But why me? I mean, I don’t go to church. was baptized as a Catholic, though. Mom read us stuff from the Bible when we were little. But my Dad hates the Catholic church, even though he is one, so we never go. My Mom likes the saints. When we were selling our house, she buried St. Joseph in the back yard. You know, a statue. Not the real one. GOD Yes, I'm acquainted with the whereabouts of the real one. JOAN Is it weird for me to have a crush on you? GOD I won’t look like this next time. Joan stops, stands still. He turns to her. JOAN Next time? GOD I'm going be dropping in on you now and then, Joan. JOAN Why? : GOD Let’s just say I need you te do some errands. (CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/1%/02 (3} JOAN Why? GOD Do you notice how I’'m not answering any of the why's? JOAN But this is dumb. I'm not religious. I don’t even believe in you. GOD You will. Now, about these errands... JOAN What, like get an army and invade France? GOD That’s been done. I want you to get a job. At the Village Book Store. It’s a few blocks from your house. The manager’s name is Sammy. Now he’s snippy. It's important that you do this pretty soon. (off her look) Don’t ask why. JORN What if I say no? Will I burst into flames? GOD Where do you people come up with this stuff? Have I ever made anyone burst into flames? JOAN There was the pillar of salt thing. GOD You should have listened to that lecture on metaphor in your English class. Good-bye, Joan. Do as I ask. He starts away. 33. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF RRCADIA "Pilot” Writer's Draft 12/19/02 34. CONTINUED: (4) JOAN (beat) oh, I get it. You're crazy. Wow. That’s a relief. I have to be going now. And you’ re probably due pack at the Institute? GOD Soon, Joan. God walks away. Joan stands there, feeling confused. She watches him walk down the sidewalk. People walking past don’t seem to see him. He turmns a corner, and Joan watches, wondering what Jjust happened. CUT TO: INT. DELANEY HOME/KITCHEN - EVENING Everyone is sitting around the table, not eating. They are waiting. Joan comes in the back door, and gets the stink eye from her father. JOAN Sorry I'm late. Will looks at his watch. JOBAN (CONT'D) T was talking to my friends. You want me to make friends. WILL I want you to make friends who have to be home for dinner. JOAN I lost track of time. LUKE See, when the sun starts going down? That's a reliable indication that the day is ending. HELEN Your father doesn’t need any help. KEVIN Can we eat while we fight? Kevin starts passing the food. (CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's praft 12/19/02 HELEN Joan, after what happened at school, you can’t just wander off and expect us not to WOrry. JOAN Okay. I'm sorry. KEVIN Hey, haven't I fulfilled our family tragedy quota? I think you can all relax. HELEN It doesn’t work that way. KEVIN What ‘It’? LUKE Actually it does work that way. in rerms of percentages. KEVIN Mom’s not talking about percentages, though. WILL Be respectful to your mother. KEVIN I'm just saying. When Mom says “1t” she’s talking about God. Which is interesting since we never go to church. Joan shifts uncomfortably. HELEN Once a Catholic, always a Catholic. KEVIN So we just trot him out to explain the bad stuff? Now Joan is really uncomfortable. JOAN Can we talk about something else? Anything else? Tell us some interesting facts about physics, Luke. 35. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/18/02 36. CONTINUED: (2) LUKE Can't. JOAN Why? LUKE You don’t want to talk about God. Physics is God. Joan looks at him, curious. CUT TO: INT. DELANEY HOME/LUKE'S ROOM - NIGHT Luke is surrounded by books, studying. His walls are adorned with pictures of Albert Einstein and other scientists. A KNOCK on the door. LUKE Enter. Joan comes in. JOBN What are you doing? LUKE Rehearsing for my part in the big musical. (off her look) I'm studying. What else do I do? She sits down on his bed. LUKE (CONT’'D) (without looking up) No, I won't do your math. JOAN I don’t want you to do my math. I just want to, you know. Talk. LUKE Right. Joan doesn’t say anything. He looks up. (CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: JOAN OF ARCADIA "pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 LUKE Let me guess. You've fallen in love with a science geek and you want me to tell you how to converse with him. JOAN What did you mean when you said God is physics? LUKE You wouldn’t understand. JOBN Why wouldn’t I? LUKE have to have a basic foundation in the subject. And knowing how a hair dryer works doesn’t count. JOAN So you believe in God, then. LUKE sure. It's logical. JOAN It is? LUKE If you accept the special theory of relativity, which I do, and the laws of thermodynamics, which I do, and when you throw in the fact that light is conscious, which it appears to be, well. How can you argue? looks at him, confused. LUKE (CONT'D) Besides, Einstein believed. JOAN Do you think He could be, you know, just walking around in the world? LUKE Like a person. (off her nod) It’s not empirically inconsistent. (MORE) (CONTINUED)

On Joan, It’s after school. JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/18/02 CONTINUED: (2) LUKE (CONT'D) Everything is and energy can manifest in any form, depending upon its rate of vibration. JOAN So God could vibrate himself into, say, the form of a hot guy about my age? LUKE See, I knew there was a guy in this. JOAN Yes or no. Could it happen? LUKE As the great physicist Faraday once said, nothing is too wonderful to be true. considering it. INT. VILLAGE BOOKSTORE - DAY FEMALE CUSTOMER Where are your books on tape? SAMMY See, that’s a paradox. Because books on tapes are, by definition, tapes, which means they are not books. FEMALE CUSTOMER I don’t understand what you're saying. Sammy picks up a book and flips through it. SAMMY This is a book. It doesn’t make any sound. It won’t fit into a stereo. You can’t engage with it while you drive. (MORE) 38. CUT TO: Joan comes in and can’t help noticing a HELP WANTED sign in the window. SAMMY, the manager, 1s a man in his late thirties, a would-be writer who is frustrated to be still working in a bookstore. He has an “I'm really an artist” demeanor and the bitter attitude to waiting on a middle-aged FEMALE CUSTOMER. go with it. He's (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot” Writer's Draft 12/19/02 CONTINUED: SAMMY (CONT'D) It requires effort and imagination, not to mention the ability to read. FEMALE CUSTOMER Could I please see the manager? SAMMY Sadly, I’'m the manager and the owner. Complain to me about me. FEMALE CUSTOMER You know what? I'm never coming back here. SAMMY Well, that will certainly eat right into my books on tape business. The lady goes by, brushing past Joan, who is now al anxious to talk to Sammy. He looks at her. SAMMY (CONT'D) T don’t sell Harry Potter anything. JOAN I'm not here for a book. SAMMY Well, you're part of a growing trend. What do you want? JOAN The job. (off his look) The one you're advertising. SAMMY Oh, I'm sorry. That’s for someone who can see over the counter. JOAN Look, I'm sixteen. I've had jobs before. Really. Name all four books of The Alexandria Quartet. (off her blinking stare) See, people might ask you things like that. 39. mbst too (CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: A police picnic. not in uniform, with their children. Will, Helen, Luke and Joan are approaching the picnic. JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's praft 12/18/02 (2} JOAN Then I’'d say, let me look it up on the computer. I'm good with computers. SAMMY Yes, everyone 1is good with computers and cell phones and digital cameras and Tivo. But no one can form an objective thought to save their lives. Go home, all right? Hiring you would only complicate my life because I'd have to rant and rave about your shabby education, and I have enough to rant and rave about. JOAN I have to have this job. (off his silence) 1 was sent by God. SAMMY Oh, yeah? Do you have a note? JOAN 1f I come back with a note, can I have the job? SAMMY If you come back with a note from God, you can have the store. JOAN I don’t think I want the whole store. SAMMY Go. Away. Joan looks at him. A beat, then she walks away. EXT. PICNIC GROUNDS - DAY HELEN What's the Mayor’s wife name? 40. CUT TO: The grounds are full of police officers, Kevin, - (CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot™ Writer's Draft 12/19/02 WILL Mrs. Mayor. HELEN Really, Will. WILL I think it’s Don’t worry, she won’t remember your name, either. JOAN Do we have to stay long? HELEN No, we don't. But we’re going to, just to torture you. (off her look) This event was your father’s idea. We can’t leave. WILL It’s a morale booster. LUKE See how boosted everyone is? WILL Look, Kev. Horseshoes. KEVIN Yeah? WILL You could play horseshoes. HELEN Yes, you can. Why don’t you? KEVIN Gee, this whole exchange seems very spontaneous. I don’t feel any dramatic tension. Do you? HELEN Just try it, Sweetheart. KEVIN I can’t. I came here to pick up women who are interested in paraplegics. So I'm going to be busy all day. 41. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's praft 42. CONTINUED: (2) Kevin wheels himself off. Helen and Will exchange a look. The Mayor and his wife, ANGELA approach. MAYOR Good turnout, Will. WILL I'm sure they’d all prefer a raise. You remember my wife, Helen. ANGELA Yes, Helen. Good to see you again. HELEN and you. Carol. ANGELA Angela. HELEN Right. She gives Will a look. Will turns. WILL My daughter Joan, my son Luke. And Kevin, over there. ANGELA Where? (then) The one in the wheelchair? HELEN Yes. ANGELA What a shame, on such a beautiful day. How long will he have to be in that? - Will and Helen are embarrassed. MAYOR It’s permanent, Ange. He's a cripple. WILL He’s physically impaired. Due to a car accident. ANGELA How awful. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/19/02 CONTINUED: (3) HELEN Yes, we think about killing him in his sleep. If you’ll excuse me. Helen goes off. MAYOR I’m SOrry. WILL It’s all right. It's difficult. 43. Tense smiles. And everyone moves toward the picnic. ANOTHER ANGLE As Joan wanders over to inspect the food table. She reaches for a potato chip, bites into it, looks up to see ADAM FLYNN. He's staring at her. It’s kind of odd. ADAM Hi. JOAN Hi. ADAM Plain? JOAN What? ADAM Are they plain? The chips. I don’t like the flavored ones. JOAN They seem pretty plain. (then, as he reaches for one) Who doesn’t like the flavored ones? ADAM They seem radioactive to me. JOAN You’re in my French class. ADAM (in French) Yes, I sit behind you and stare at you because you're breathtakingly beautiful. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "pilet"” Writer's Draft 44. CONTINUED: (4) JOAN I'm bad at French. ADAM (smiles) I know. They fall into line to get food. As they approach an African American WOMAN serving the food: JORN Your dad’s a cop? ADAM No. He’s in maintenance. They let him come to the picnic, though. Everybody likes him. JOAN Maintenance. Like... ADAM Sweeping. Unclogging toilets. At headquarters. JOAN Oh. ADAM Your dad’s the Chief of Police. JOAN Yeah. ADAM So how will they react to the engagement? She looks at him, speechless. ADAM (CONT’D) Now, She smiles. WOMAN Hamburger or hotdog? ADAM Vegetarian. (to Joan) It was nice of you to talk to me. (MORE) (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA Writer's braft 12/19/02 4 CONTINUED: (5) ADAM (CONT'D) (in French) See you in my dreams. He goes off. She watches him. WOMAN Hamburger or hotdog? JOBN Hamburger. WOMAN That’s a fine young man right there. JOAN You know him? WOMAN I know everybody. You want that well done, right? JOAN Yeah. WOMAN How come you didn’t get the job? Joan stares at her. The woman stares back, unwavering. JOAN Is that you? WOMAN I ask the gquestions. JOAN I... I tried. The guy wouldn’t hire me. I mean, he said he would, but I have to bring a note. WOMAN He was being facetious, Joan. You can’t tell people I sent you. You’ll sound like a nut. JOAN Then how do I get the job? WOMAN Figure it out. That’s why I gave you a brain. (then, shifting her demeanor) (MORE) (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot" Writer's Draft 12/1%/02 46. CONTINUED: (6) WOMAN (CONT'D) Sweetheart, I can’t talk to you all day. got hungry people to feed. (to the person behind her) Hamburger or hotdog? Joan looks at her a beat, then wanders away, staring over her shoulder. The woman’s eyes connect with her, then back to the crowd. On Joan, staring at God... FADE OUT. END OF ACT THREE

JOAN OF ARCADIA Writer's Draft 12/18/02 47. ACT FQUR FADE IN: INT. DELANEY HOME/HELEN AND WILL’S BEDROOM - NIGHT Helen is looking at vacation brochures as Will gets ready for bed. HELEN The Florida Keys? We always wanted to go there. WILL You always wanted to go there. I hate sand, water and bugs. And I really hate it when they all get together. HELEN Then how about Canada. We can do that rail thing. WILL canada is where people go when they can’t really afford to go on vacation. HELEN You are not helping. WILL I don’t think I can get away. only been six months. I'm still on probation, as far as the city’s concerned. HELEN We always go somewhere at Christmas. WILL Maybe not this year, Helen. HELEN Why not? WILL Think how it would be for Kevin. putting him in the same old situation, so he has to look at the difference. (CONTINUED)

JOAN OF ARCADIA "Pilot"™ Writer's Draft 12/19/02 CONTINUED: HELEN So he has to look at it? (off his silence) And we have two other children who deserve the rest of their lives. WILL And they’ll have that. They’re fine. Will gets into bed, reaches for his book. HELEN I don’t think Joan is fine. WILL Can we not talk about this now? HELEN When would you like to talk about it? WILL Anytime but now. He opens his book. HELEN What if she’s imagining this guy? Or worse, lying about it. WILL That’s not what’s happening. Will is quiet for a moment. Helen watches him. HELEN The thing about going somewhere for Christmas, Will? It would be a start. We could get out there and see what the world looks like to us now. Will sighs, looks at his wife. WILL I can’t think more than a day ahead. Because I can’t imagine my life... my son’s life... being the way it is forever. 48. (CONTINUED)