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Eva Paunova · Screenwriter
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The February Man

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                      THE FEBRUARY MAN

                   Written by Eva Paunova

                                                    FADE IN:

EXT. PRIMARY SCHOOL - LATE AFTERNOON

A schoolyard disappearing under white. Empty swings. A
football half-buried near the fence. One classroom still
lit. At the far end — A SCHOOLBAG open in the snow.

A spelling book lies open, pages lifting in the wind. One
small BLUE WOOLLEN GLOVE. A POLICEMAN'S BOOT enters frame.
Stops. Beyond the bag:

FOOTPRINTS.

A child's. They lead to the rear fence, where adult prints
join them. Large. Clean tread. No running. No scuffle. The
two sets continue side by side.

                      POLICEMAN
          Don't touch anything.

A younger officer freezes mid-step. Far off — A WOMAN
screams a boy's name. Snow swallows half of it. The first
policeman follows the prints. Through the gate. Down a
narrow lane.

The child's steps shorten; the adult's adjust. Once, the
prints nearly overlap. At the road: tyre marks. Nothing
else.

Empty road. A distant ENGINE somewhere beyond the trees.
Then gone. Snow fill the footprints.
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EXT. PRIMARY SCHOOL - NIGHT

The boy's MOTHER stands by the fence, coat over
nightclothes. A blanket hangs unused around her shoulders.
An OFFICER speaks softly beside her.

                        OFFICER
          Mrs. Reeve—

She keeps looking at the place where the two sets of tracks
met.

                      OFFICER (CONT'D)
          We have men on every road out.

                      MRS. REEVE
          He doesn't go with strangers.

The officer says nothing.

                      MRS. REEVE (CONT'D)
          Michael doesn't go with strangers.

The officer looks at the prints. Almost gone now. MRS.
REEVE follows his eyes to them.

                        MRS. REEVE (CONT'D)
          No.

The officer turns to her.

                        MRS. REEVE (CONT'D)
          No.

Snow. Thicker now. Erasing everything.

A CLOCK TICKS.

Once. Twice. The ticking continues under —

SUPER: FEBRUARY 28, 1977

EXT. RURAL BUS STOP - DAWN

Blue morning. A narrow road between white fields. Nothing
moves. Beneath the bus shelter — MICHAEL REEVE, 9. Alone
beneath the shelter.

Canvas bag. Clean clothes. Fresh-cut hair. A GREY WOOLLEN
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COAT — not the one he vanished in. No fear. No relief. Just
waiting. In the distance —

A CAR.

Another car. Sirens, still far. Michael watches the
opposite bend. Empty — but his eyes follow something moving
away. A shape in falling snow? Maybe.

The first police car brakes hard. MRS. REEVE is out before
it stops.

                        MRS. REEVE
          Michael—

She drops to her knees and pulls him in. His arms hang at
his sides while she sobs into his coat.

                      MRS. REEVE (CONT'D)
          Oh God. Oh God.

Michael keeps looking over her shoulder. At the empty bend.

                        MRS. REEVE (CONT'D)
          Baby.

His eyes leave the road. One hand rises to his mother's
back — rests there. It never closes around her.

INT. POLICE STATION - INTERVIEW ROOM - MORNING

Fluorescent hum. A heater knocks in the wall. Michael sits
with the grey coat folded across his knees. DETECTIVE
HARROW, 40s, keeps his voice soft.

A CHILD WELFARE OFFICER sits aside. Through wired glass,
Michael's mother covers her mouth.

                        HARROW
          Michael.

Michael looks at him.

                      HARROW (CONT'D)
          I'm going to ask you some things
          twice.

                        MICHAEL
          Why?
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                                                   4.


                      HARROW
          Because sometimes the second
          answer is easier.

Michael considers this.

                      MICHAEL
          For who?

Harrow almost smiles. Almost.

                      HARROW
          For me, probably. Did the man hurt
          you?

                      MICHAEL
          No.

                      HARROW
          Did he hit you?

                      MICHAEL
          No.

                      HARROW
          Touch you anywhere you didn't want
          him to?

Michael looks at the welfare officer. Then back.

                      MICHAEL
          No.

                      HARROW
          Were you tied?

                      MICHAEL
          No.

                      HARROW
          Locked in a room?

                      MICHAEL
          No.

                      HARROW
          Could you leave the room?
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                       MICHAEL
          Yes.

                      HARROW
          Could you leave the house?

Michael says nothing. Harrow waits. The heater knocks
again.

                      HARROW (CONT'D)
          Were you afraid?

Michael takes a moment.

                       MICHAEL
          At first.

Harrow leans in.

                       HARROW
          And after?

Michael looks through the glass. His mother is crying. He
looks away.

                       MICHAEL
          No.

                      HARROW
          What did he call you?

                       MICHAEL
          Michael.

                      HARROW
          He knew your name.

                       MICHAEL
          Yes.

                      HARROW
          Did you know his? Michael. You
          aren't in trouble.

                       MICHAEL
          I know.

                      HARROW
          Then help me.
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Michael's fingers tighten around the folded grey coat.

                      HARROW (CONT'D)
          Who took you?

The fluorescent tube BUZZES. Michael looks through the
glass. His mother. The door. Then somewhere else entirely.

                         MICHAEL
          Nobody.

Harrow sits back.

                         HARROW
          Michael—

                      MICHAEL
          Nobody took me.
                      THE FEBRUARY MAN

Then — A PHONE VIBRATING against wood.

SUPER: FEBRUARY 1, 2026

INT. MILO'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - MORNING

Controlled chaos. Kettle screaming. Toast burning. A
worksheet under a bowl. MILO VALE, 9, fights a sock while
his MOTHER, ELENA VALE, late 30s, searches a drawer.

                         ELENA
          Blue folder.

                      MILO
          What blue folder?

                      ELENA
          The blue folder you told me was in
          your bag.

                      MILO
          Then it's in my bag.

                      ELENA
          Your bag is empty.

                      MILO
          That's worrying.
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His father, DANIEL VALE, early 40s, enters wearing one
shoe, holding the other.

                      DANIEL
          Keys.

                      ELENA
          No.

                      DANIEL
          That sounded personal.

                      ELENA
          Because every morning you ask me
          where your keys are like I adopted
          you yesterday.

                      MILO
          They're on the piano.

Daniel stops. Looks at Milo.

                      DANIEL
          Why are my keys on the piano?

                      MILO
          You put them there.

                      DANIEL
          That sounds unlikely.

                      MILO
          I watched you.

                      DANIEL
          That sounds worse.

Milo grins. Daniel checks the time. The grin dies on his
face.

                      DANIEL (CONT'D)
          Milo. Shoes. Now.

Too sharp. Milo stills. Daniel sees it.

                      DANIEL (CONT'D)
          Hey.

Milo looks at him. Daniel crouches.
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                      DANIEL (CONT'D)
          That wasn't yours.

                         MILO
          What wasn't?

                         DANIEL
          My panic.

                      MILO
          You shouted my name.

                         DANIEL
          I did.

                      MILO
          Very efficiently.

                         DANIEL
          I'm gifted.

Milo almost smiles.

                      DANIEL (CONT'D)
          I'm late. I made it yours. Sorry.

                      MILO
          You're still late.

                      DANIEL
          Catastrophically.

                      MILO
          Mum says you exaggerate.

                      ELENA
          I say many beautiful things.

She holds up the BLUE FOLDER.

                         ELENA (CONT'D)
          Found it.

                         MILO
          Where?

                         ELENA
          Your bag.
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                      MILO
          That's worrying.

Daniel laughs. For half a second, this family is completely
ordinary.

EXT. PRIMARY SCHOOL - MORNING

SUNDAY. One wing is open for winter clubs. Cars. Children.
Grey churned snow. Daniel pulls over. Milo gets out.

                      DANIEL
          Hey.

Milo leans back in. Daniel taps his forehead. Eye-roll —
then Milo allows the kiss.

                      MILO
          Publicly humiliating.

                      DANIEL
          Character building.

                      MILO
          See you later.

                      DANIEL
          Four fifteen.

Milo heads to school. At the gate, he turns and waves.
Daniel waves back, drives off.

Across the road — A MAN beneath a bare tree. Face lost in
distance. GREY COAT. Empty gloved hand.

A CITY BUS passes between us and him. When it clears — the
space beneath the tree is empty.

INT. SCHOOL CORRIDOR - AFTERNOON

A clock: 4:03. Sunday clubs letting out. Children pull on
coats. Lockers slam. Milo walks with another boy, FINN.

                      FINN
          My mum says we're not allowed
          behind the gym because some guy
          sleeps there.
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