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-Title: DARK HARBOR
-Episode: 1x05 - "The Lighthouse Keeper"
-Credit: Written by
-Author: Example Screenplay
-Draft date: 01/31/2026
-
-===
-
-TEASER
-
-FADE IN:
-
-EXT. ROCKY COASTLINE - NIGHT
-
-Waves crash against jagged rocks. A lighthouse beam cuts through thick fog, rotating slowly.
-
-SUPER: "DARK HARBOR, MAINE - 11:47 PM"
-
-INT. LIGHTHOUSE - KEEPER'S QUARTERS - NIGHT
-
-THOMAS BRENNAN (58), weathered face, flannel shirt, sits at a small desk writing in a logbook. The lighthouse beam sweeps past the window every few seconds, illuminating the room in rhythmic flashes.
-
-A RADIO CRACKLES on the desk.
-
-DISPATCHER (V.O.)
-(through radio)
-Lighthouse Station Seven, this is Harbor Patrol. Do you copy?
-
-Thomas picks up the radio.
-
-THOMAS
-This is Station Seven. Go ahead, Harbor Patrol.
-
-DISPATCHER (V.O.)
-We're getting reports of a vessel in distress approximately two miles northeast of your position. Can you confirm visual?
-
-Thomas stands, walks to the window, peers out into the fog.
-
-THOMAS
-Negative, Harbor Patrol. Visibility is near zero. I can barely see past the rocks.
-
-DISPATCHER (V.O.)
-Copy that. Keep your eyes open. Coast Guard is en route but they're twenty minutes out.
-
-THOMAS
-Will do.
-
-He sets down the radio, returns to the window. The beam sweeps across the fog.
-
-Then - a FLASH OF LIGHT in the distance. Not the lighthouse beam. Something else.
-
-Thomas grabs binoculars, scans the water.
-
-THOMAS (CONT'D)
-(into radio)
-Harbor Patrol, I've got something. Looks like... wait.
-
-Through the binoculars: A SMALL BOAT, adrift. No lights. No movement.
-
-THOMAS (CONT'D)
-I've got visual on a vessel. Appears to be a fishing boat, maybe twenty-footer. Dead in the water.
-
-DISPATCHER (V.O.)
-Any signs of crew?
-
-Thomas adjusts the binoculars. Squints.
-
-THOMAS
-Can't tell from here. I'm going to take the launch out for a closer look.
-
-DISPATCHER (V.O.)
-Negative, Station Seven. Wait for Coast Guard.
-
-THOMAS
-They're twenty minutes out. If someone's in the water, they don't have twenty minutes.
-
-He's already moving, grabbing a jacket and flashlight.
-
-EXT. LIGHTHOUSE DOCK - NIGHT
-
-Thomas climbs into a small motorboat, starts the engine. It ROARS to life.
-
-He steers into the fog, the lighthouse beam fading behind him.
-
-EXT. OPEN WATER - NIGHT
-
-The motorboat cuts through choppy waves. Thomas keeps his flashlight trained ahead.
-
-The abandoned fishing boat comes into view, rocking with the waves.
-
-THOMAS
-(into handheld radio)
-Harbor Patrol, I'm approaching the vessel now.
-
-He pulls alongside. The boat is eerily quiet. No name visible on the hull.
-
-THOMAS (CONT'D)
-Boat appears abandoned. No visible damage. I'm going aboard.
-
-He ties off and climbs onto the fishing boat.
-
-INT. FISHING BOAT - NIGHT
-
-Thomas sweeps his flashlight across the deck. Fishing nets are neatly coiled. Equipment is stowed properly. Everything is in order.
-
-Too much in order.
-
-He moves to the cabin door, opens it slowly.
-
-INT. FISHING BOAT - CABIN - NIGHT
-
-The flashlight beam reveals a small cabin. Navigation equipment. A half-eaten sandwich on the console. A coffee cup, still steaming.
-
-Thomas touches the cup. Warm.
-
-THOMAS
-(into radio)
-Harbor Patrol, this is strange. The boat looks like it was just abandoned. There's fresh coffee, food...
-
-He notices something on the navigation screen. Leans closer.
-
-The GPS shows a route - but it's not heading to shore. It's heading out to sea. To a specific coordinate.
-
-Thomas pulls out his phone, takes a photo of the screen.
-
-Then he sees it: A LOGBOOK on the seat, open to today's date.
-
-He picks it up, reads the last entry. His face goes pale.
-
-THOMAS (CONT'D)
-(whispered)
-Oh my God.
-
-DISPATCHER (V.O.)
-Station Seven, say again?
-
-Thomas doesn't respond. He's staring at the logbook entry.
-
-We see it over his shoulder:
-
-"THEY FOUND ME. IF YOU'RE READING THIS, DON'T GO TO THE COORDINATES. WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T—"
-
-The entry ends mid-sentence.
-
-Suddenly - the boat's radio CRACKLES to life.
-
-VOICE (V.O.)
-(distorted, barely audible)
-...Thomas... can you hear me...
-
-Thomas spins around, staring at the radio.
-
-THOMAS
-Who is this?
-
-VOICE (V.O.)
-...you shouldn't have come... turn back... while you still can...
-
-THOMAS
-Identify yourself!
-
-The radio goes dead. Silence.
-
-Then - a SPLASH outside. Something hitting the water.
-
-Thomas rushes to the deck.
-
-EXT. FISHING BOAT - DECK - NIGHT
-
-He sweeps his flashlight across the water. Nothing but fog and waves.
-
-Then he sees it: His motorboat. The rope is cut. It's drifting away.
-
-THOMAS
-No, no, no!
-
-He runs to the edge, but the boat is already too far.
-
-Behind him - FOOTSTEPS on the deck.
-
-Thomas spins around, flashlight raised.
-
-Nothing there.
-
-But the cabin door is now closed. He left it open.
-
-THOMAS (CONT'D)
-(into radio, urgent)
-Harbor Patrol, I need immediate assistance. My boat is gone and there's someone—
-
-The radio DIES. Screen goes black.
-
-Thomas is alone in the fog. On a dead boat. With something - or someone - in the cabin.
-
-He backs toward the railing, flashlight shaking in his hand.
-
-The cabin door slowly creaks open.
-
-SMASH TO BLACK.
-
-TITLE CARD: "DARK HARBOR"
-
-END OF TEASER
-
+Title: DARK HARBOR
+Episode: 1x05 - "The Lighthouse Keeper"
+Credit: Written by
+Author: Example Screenplay
+Draft date: 01/31/2026
+
+===
+
+TEASER
+
+FADE IN:
+
+EXT. ROCKY COASTLINE - NIGHT
+
+Waves crash against jagged rocks. A lighthouse beam cuts through thick fog, rotating slowly.
+
+SUPER: "DARK HARBOR, MAINE - 11:47 PM"
+
+INT. LIGHTHOUSE - KEEPER'S QUARTERS - NIGHT
+
+THOMAS BRENNAN (58), weathered face, flannel shirt, sits at a small desk writing in a logbook. The lighthouse beam sweeps past the window every few seconds, illuminating the room in rhythmic flashes.
+
+A RADIO CRACKLES on the desk.
+
+DISPATCHER (V.O.)
+(through radio)
+Lighthouse Station Seven, this is Harbor Patrol. Do you copy?
+
+Thomas picks up the radio.
+
+THOMAS
+This is Station Seven. Go ahead, Harbor Patrol.
+
+DISPATCHER (V.O.)
+We're getting reports of a vessel in distress approximately two miles northeast of your position. Can you confirm visual?
+
+Thomas stands, walks to the window, peers out into the fog.
+
+THOMAS
+Negative, Harbor Patrol. Visibility is near zero. I can barely see past the rocks.
+
+DISPATCHER (V.O.)
+Copy that. Keep your eyes open. Coast Guard is en route but they're twenty minutes out.
+
+THOMAS
+Will do.
+
+He sets down the radio, returns to the window. The beam sweeps across the fog.
+
+Then - a FLASH OF LIGHT in the distance. Not the lighthouse beam. Something else.
+
+Thomas grabs binoculars, scans the water.
+
+THOMAS (CONT'D)
+(into radio)
+Harbor Patrol, I've got something. Looks like... wait.
+
+Through the binoculars: A SMALL BOAT, adrift. No lights. No movement.
+
+THOMAS (CONT'D)
+I've got visual on a vessel. Appears to be a fishing boat, maybe twenty-footer. Dead in the water.
+
+DISPATCHER (V.O.)
+Any signs of crew?
+
+Thomas adjusts the binoculars. Squints.
+
+THOMAS
+Can't tell from here. I'm going to take the launch out for a closer look.
+
+DISPATCHER (V.O.)
+Negative, Station Seven. Wait for Coast Guard.
+
+THOMAS
+They're twenty minutes out. If someone's in the water, they don't have twenty minutes.
+
+He's already moving, grabbing a jacket and flashlight.
+
+EXT. LIGHTHOUSE DOCK - NIGHT
+
+Thomas climbs into a small motorboat, starts the engine. It ROARS to life.
+
+He steers into the fog, the lighthouse beam fading behind him.
+
+EXT. OPEN WATER - NIGHT
+
+The motorboat cuts through choppy waves. Thomas keeps his flashlight trained ahead.
+
+The abandoned fishing boat comes into view, rocking with the waves.
+
+THOMAS
+(into handheld radio)
+Harbor Patrol, I'm approaching the vessel now.
+
+He pulls alongside. The boat is eerily quiet. No name visible on the hull.
+
+THOMAS (CONT'D)
+Boat appears abandoned. No visible damage. I'm going aboard.
+
+He ties off and climbs onto the fishing boat.
+
+INT. FISHING BOAT - NIGHT
+
+Thomas sweeps his flashlight across the deck. Fishing nets are neatly coiled. Equipment is stowed properly. Everything is in order.
+
+Too much in order.
+
+He moves to the cabin door, opens it slowly.
+
+INT. FISHING BOAT - CABIN - NIGHT
+
+The flashlight beam reveals a small cabin. Navigation equipment. A half-eaten sandwich on the console. A coffee cup, still steaming.
+
+Thomas touches the cup. Warm.
+
+THOMAS
+(into radio)
+Harbor Patrol, this is strange. The boat looks like it was just abandoned. There's fresh coffee, food...
+
+He notices something on the navigation screen. Leans closer.
+
+The GPS shows a route - but it's not heading to shore. It's heading out to sea. To a specific coordinate.
+
+Thomas pulls out his phone, takes a photo of the screen.
+
+Then he sees it: A LOGBOOK on the seat, open to today's date.
+
+He picks it up, reads the last entry. His face goes pale.
+
+THOMAS (CONT'D)
+(whispered)
+Oh my God.
+
+DISPATCHER (V.O.)
+Station Seven, say again?
+
+Thomas doesn't respond. He's staring at the logbook entry.
+
+We see it over his shoulder:
+
+"THEY FOUND ME. IF YOU'RE READING THIS, DON'T GO TO THE COORDINATES. WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T—"
+
+The entry ends mid-sentence.
+
+Suddenly - the boat's radio CRACKLES to life.
+
+VOICE (V.O.)
+(distorted, barely audible)
+...Thomas... can you hear me...
+
+Thomas spins around, staring at the radio.
+
+THOMAS
+Who is this?
+
+VOICE (V.O.)
+...you shouldn't have come... turn back... while you still can...
+
+THOMAS
+Identify yourself!
+
+The radio goes dead. Silence.
+
+Then - a SPLASH outside. Something hitting the water.
+
+Thomas rushes to the deck.
+
+EXT. FISHING BOAT - DECK - NIGHT
+
+He sweeps his flashlight across the water. Nothing but fog and waves.
+
+Then he sees it: His motorboat. The rope is cut. It's drifting away.
+
+THOMAS
+No, no, no!
+
+He runs to the edge, but the boat is already too far.
+
+Behind him - FOOTSTEPS on the deck.
+
+Thomas spins around, flashlight raised.
+
+Nothing there.
+
+But the cabin door is now closed. He left it open.
+
+THOMAS (CONT'D)
+(into radio, urgent)
+Harbor Patrol, I need immediate assistance. My boat is gone and there's someone—
+
+The radio DIES. Screen goes black.
+
+Thomas is alone in the fog. On a dead boat. With something - or someone - in the cabin.
+
+He backs toward the railing, flashlight shaking in his hand.
+
+The cabin door slowly creaks open.
+
+SMASH TO BLACK.
+
+TITLE CARD: "DARK HARBOR"
+
+END OF TEASER
+