VIRGIL ANDERSON, life ahead of him - someone seemingly at ease with 
himself. As we watch. him a moment - SOUNDS become prominent - 
whistle of the wind through the grass - a bird's wings as it takes 
flight - a tree branch creaking under its own weight. And as he sits 
there, listening, we see the last rays of sunlight slip from the 
day. 

BLACK - and our TITLES come up. 

Then out of the darkness come a pair of HEADLIGHTS. - and we're: 

EXT. NEW YORK TURNPIKE - INTO PINECREST -