SAYERS HALL AFTER THE FACT

Karen Leigh Archibald struggles to keep up with her husband McGeorge as he rushes toward the site of what had only yesterday been the three-story Sayers House. Even as she worries about Mac's blood pressure, the sight of her old dorm in rubble floods her with early '70s memories of the Sayers gang. The hazy recollections of her academic conquests, the heart-etched memories of communally raising Anais, beer-soaked nights on the roof confiding in Tom about her ill-fated affaires flambée, Lizzie and Maud gamboling naked through the cafeteria after ingesting some sort of Aztec fermented grain.... Karen is shaken from her reverie by McGeorge's booming voice, shouting at a worker about to start a bulldozer.

McGEORGE
Hey! You're destroying an archaeological treasure! Get that dozer out of here!

CONSTRUCTION WORKER
We go 60 tons of rubble here, bub! What do you want me to use, a shovel?

McGEORGE
A toothbrush, you moron!

KAREN
Take it easy, Mac. Your heart.

McGEORGE
I don't give a damn about my heart, there could be four hundred years of history buried under there, and they could destroy it with one whack.

CONSTRUCTION WORKER
Listen to your daughter, grandpa. Go home.

KAREN
I'm his wife, asshole.
The construction worker gives her an appraising look, taking in her arresting sensuality and still-striking form, telegraphing his derogatory opinion of younger women with older men. McGeorge feels his anger rise to challenge his reason but before it becomes an issue, the tension is broken by the sound of a thousand leaf blowers: Dennis's Harley. Chief Dennis Dubois blasts up the narrow walkway doing 60, his mane of black hair flowing behind him, seemingly held to his head only by a kerchief around his brow. He swerves to a stop in a spray of brick dust and jumps off his bike. As he strides toward the confrontation, his heavily-fringed doeskin jacket flaps loudly, like a ritual drum.

DENNIS
What's going on?

CONSTRUCTION WORKER
Great. Now we got Geronimo throwing his weight around.

DENNIS
You turn that thing on, you'll answer to me.
The construction worker responds by reaching for the ignition key. Dennis reaches into his jacket toward a shoulder holster. You can cut the tension with a tomahawk. The worker turns the key. Dennis brings out his trusty cell phone.

CONSTRUCTION WORKER
Who you calling? Mommy?

DENNIS
(into phone)
Tommy? Dennis. We've got a white man desecrating an ancient burial site here. You got any agents handy? Thanks.
(to the worker)
The Feds are on their way, man. You want to go to jail?

CONSTRUCTION WORKER
I'm shaking.

He revs up the engine and puts it in gear. McGeorge's and Dennis's shouts cannot be heard over the din of the bulldozer as it plows into the rubble, gouging into the earth beneath the pile. As the worker raises the blade, they all stare in shock at the gash he has created. Clearly visible in the shadow of the dozer is an eerie visage.

McGEORGE
You see? What did I tell you?

Energized by the find, McGeorge vaults the contruction barrier like a high school gymnast. The construction worker turns off the engine and climbs down to get a better look. Karen and Dennis walk around the barrier as McGeorge pulls out his toothbrush and goes to work. It doesn't take long for him to excavate what is clearly a human skull!