Dr. Curien enters. Carma tosses her and the baby a look — I didn't ask for that thing. She blows smoke with an audible sigh.

DR. CURIEN:      Smoking is not a good idea right now.

CARMA:      Dr Curien, just sign my goddamn clearance, okay? I can't stay cooped in this hellhole a minute longer.

The doctor flushes red, shrugs "suit yourself" and tries to give her the baby. Carma glances away.

DR. CURIEN:      Mrs, Madden, your son is special.

CARMA:      My son? How'd you know he's really my son? I am not a freak. My family line is normal. I am a Catholic for chrissakes. There must be some kind of mix-up. Or...yes, demon possession! Right! This thing's possessed.

Dr. Curien responds with a look of disdain — What a shame. She puts the book on the bed and leaves the room with the baby. Carma picks up the book: Dr. Skinner's The Burner's Mind.

EXT. THE ZOO — DAY

Ten years ago. A huge billboard by the entrance of the dilapidated zoo with a faded mural depicts the African frontier teeming with wild animals. The welcome sign says: COME AND EXPERIENCE AFRICA.

Along the road, the beat-up 60's Ford pick-up truck chugs into view like a tired workhorse, coughing out a long trail of dust and smoke. It pulls up in front of the zoo.

CARMA:      (V.O.) Dr. Curien and some other smart-aleck smug bastards have a name for the so-called phenomenon...

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