GHOST MILES
An Original Sci-Fi Series
Based on an original concept inspired by automotive culture
COLD OPEN
FADE IN:
EXT. MOJAVE DESERT — HIGHWAY 58 — NIGHT
A two-lane blacktop cuts through absolute darkness. No streetlights. No other cars. Just asphalt and stars and the sound of wind moving through creosote bushes.
Then — headlights. Far away. Coming fast.
Too fast.
The car resolves out of the darkness: a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28, Fathom Green, mint condition. It’s doing well over a hundred miles an hour and it is gorgeous — chrome catching starlight, hood pins gleaming, the exhaust note a deep mechanical thunder that rattles the desert floor.
INT. 1969 CAMARO — CONTINUOUS
DETECTIVE ROSA VEGA (38, sharp eyes behind road grime, hair pulled back with what appears to be a timing belt) grips the wheel with both hands. She’s not scared. She’s calculating.
A police scanner on the dash crackles.
SCANNER (V.O.) All units, pursuit suspect is now eastbound on 58. Do not engage. Repeat — Federal override. Do not engage.
Rosa glances at the scanner. Smirks.
ROSA Federal override. Sure.
She downshifts. The Camaro screams.
EXT. HIGHWAY 58 — CONTINUOUS
Ahead of Rosa, barely visible — another vehicle. But something is wrong with it. It doesn’t have taillights so much as it has… a faint luminescent pulse. Blue-white. Like bioluminescence. Like something alive.
The vehicle is shaped like a car — roughly. A late-model sedan silhouette. But the surfaces seem to shift, panels rippling as if the body is made of something that can’t quite decide what it wants to be.
Rosa is gaining on it.
INT. 1969 CAMARO — CONTINUOUS
Rosa reaches for her radio.
ROSA Dispatch, this is Vega. I’m behind the subject vehicle. It’s — okay, I need you to understand I’m going to describe something and I need you to not put me on administrative leave.
DISPATCH (V.O.) Go ahead, Detective.
ROSA The car. It doesn’t have a VIN plate. It doesn’t have plates at all. And I think — I think the bodywork is breathing.
A long pause.
DISPATCH (V.O.) …Say again?
EXT. HIGHWAY 58 — CONTINUOUS
The luminescent vehicle suddenly slows. Not decelerates — slows, instantaneously, as if physics is optional. Rosa’s Camaro blows past it doing ninety-five.
She stands on the brakes. The Camaro fishtails, rubber screaming, and comes to a sideways stop across both lanes.
Rosa looks in her rearview mirror.
The vehicle is stopped in the road behind her. Idling. That blue-white pulse, steady as a heartbeat.
Then the driver’s door opens.
A figure steps out. MILES (appears 30, but something about his stillness suggests the number is negotiable). He’s wearing what looks like a mechanic’s coverall — dark, no patches, no name tag. His hands are clean. Too clean for someone who just drove across the desert.
He looks at Rosa’s car.
He looks at Rosa.
And he smiles — not a threatening smile. More like a man who just found something he lost a long time ago.
MILES (calling across the dark) Is that a DZ 302?
Rosa, hand on her service weapon, stares at him.
ROSA …What?
MILES The engine. Small block. Sounds like a DZ 302. They only made about seven thousand of those.
Rosa’s hand moves — slightly — away from her weapon.
ROSA It’s a numbers-matching restoration. What the hell are you?
Miles looks back at his own vehicle. The luminescent pulse is fading. The body panels are settling — becoming more solid, more real, more like an ordinary car.
Except it isn’t.
MILES That’s — actually a complicated question.
He reaches into his coverall pocket and produces what looks like a business card. He holds it out across the distance between them.
Rosa doesn’t move.
MILES (CONT’D) The card’s not going to bite you. The car might, a little, but the card is fine.
A beat. Then Rosa walks toward him. She takes the card.
She looks at it.
Her face changes.
CLOSE ON THE CARD: It reads — MILES. Ghost Division. Vehicle Recovery & Reintegration. Below that, a logo: a steering wheel with a single spoke missing.
And below that, in small print: Est. 2089.
Rosa looks up.
ROSA Twenty eighty-nine.
MILES Give or take.
ROSA That’s sixty-five years from now.
MILES Sixty-six, technically. There was a leap year situation.
Rosa looks at the car. Back at Miles. At the card. At the desert around them, dark and empty and suddenly feeling very small.
ROSA Why are you here?
Miles’s smile fades. Something real moves behind his eyes.
MILES Because someone stole something that doesn’t belong in your time. And if I don’t get it back in the next seventy-two hours, your timeline doesn’t have a seventy- three.
The desert wind moves through the creosote.
Rosa looks at the card one more time.
ROSA (quietly) I’m going to need more context.
MILES Yeah. You’re going to need a garage, too.
SMASH CUT TO TITLE CARD:
GHOST MILES
ACT ONE
INT. VEGA’S GARAGE — BARSTOW, CA — EARLY MORNING
A converted automotive shop on the edge of town. The kind of place that looks abandoned from the street but is obsessively organized inside. Lifts, toolboxes, a vintage Snap-on tool chest in red that’s been repainted three times. Classic car posters on the walls — not decorative, instructional. Torque specs handwritten in grease pencil on the concrete pillars.
Rosa’s Camaro sits on the lift. Miles’s vehicle — now looking more or less like a mid-2000s Volvo sedan, plain gray — sits in the corner. It doesn’t look right, exactly. The proportions are slightly off. The gaps between panels are too precise.
Miles sits on a creeper stool, drinking coffee Rosa handed him. He holds the mug like he’s trying to remember what it’s for.
Rosa stands across from him with a legal pad.
ROSA Start from the beginning.
MILES The beginning is complicated. The beginning involves a physicist and a carburetor and a really bad Tuesday.
ROSA Summarize.
MILES In 2089, there are no combustion engines. Haven’t been for forty years. The last one was — well. That’s complicated too.
ROSA You said that already.
MILES I say it a lot. My life is complicated.
Rosa writes something on the pad.
MILES (CONT’D) The Ghost Division is a recovery unit. Temporal. We track vehicles that have been displaced through time — either by accident or by theft — and we return them to their origin points before the displacement causes cascade failure in the local timeline.
ROSA Cascade failure.
MILES Think of it like — have you ever seen rust spread on a quarter panel? Starts small. Surface blemish. You ignore it, it goes under the paint, under the filler, into the metal itself. Two years later you’re looking at a structural problem.
Rosa looks up from the pad. Okay, she’s listening.
MILES (CONT’D) A displaced vehicle in the wrong time period is the rust. Every hour it’s here, it degrades the structural integrity of this timeline’s continuity. After seventy-two hours, the cascade goes systemic.
ROSA And then what?
MILES (simply) Then this timeline stops.
A beat.
ROSA Like — stops stops.
MILES Like a car with no oil pressure. It doesn’t slow down. It doesn’t warn you. It just —
He makes a gesture. Engine seizing. Done.
Rosa writes something else. Underlines it.
ROSA What’s the displaced vehicle?
Miles sets down the coffee mug.
MILES A 1970 Plymouth Hemi ‘Cuda. Vitamin C orange. Black hood stripes. Numbers-matching 426 Hemi, four-speed manual.
Rosa stares at him.
ROSA Someone sent a Hemi ‘Cuda back in time.
MILES Someone stole a Hemi ‘Cuda from a temporal evidence lockup in 2089 and drove it back to 2024. Yes.
ROSA Why would anyone —
The garage door rattles. A knock — three quick, one slow.
Rosa’s hand goes to her hip. Miles doesn’t move.
ROSA (calling out) We’re closed.
VOICE (O.S.) Rosa, it’s me. Open up. I’ve got a situation.
Rosa relaxes — barely. She goes to the side door and opens it.
TEDDY OKAFOR (52, enormous, wearing a Hawaiian shirt over a Carhartt jacket because he runs hot and cold simultaneously) shoulders his way in. He’s carrying a laptop and a box of donuts and he smells like motor oil and Old Spice.
He sees Miles and stops.
TEDDY Who’s this?
ROSA Teddy, this is Miles. Miles, this is Teddy Okafor. He owns the county’s best towing service and he’s been my unofficial partner for eight years.
TEDDY (to Miles) What year is your Volvo?
MILES It’s not a Volvo.
TEDDY I know it’s not a Volvo. That’s why I’m asking what it is.
Miles and Teddy regard each other. Something passes between them — two people who understand machines recognizing each other.
MILES It’s classified.
TEDDY (to Rosa) I like him. (opening the laptop) Okay, situation. Last night, a vehicle was caught on three separate traffic cameras between here and Victorville. Wasn’t on the road long — maybe eleven minutes total coverage — but look at this.
He turns the laptop. Rosa and Miles both lean in.
CLOSE ON LAPTOP SCREEN: Three camera stills, time-stamped, showing a blurry but unmistakable shape. Orange muscle car. Hood stripes.
Miles’s jaw tightens.
TEDDY (CONT’D) I ran the plates. No match in any database — federal, state, DMV, NCIC. Nothing. The plates don’t exist. But check the color code on the body — I enhanced it —
He taps the screen. A color swatch appears.
TEDDY (CONT’D) That’s Vitamin C orange. Plymouth color code EV2. They only used it on —
MILES 1970 and ‘71 E-bodies.
Teddy looks at Miles sharply.
TEDDY Yeah. How’d you know what I was going to say?
MILES Because I’ve been looking for that car for fourteen hours.
TEDDY (to Rosa) Okay, who is this guy?
Before Rosa can answer, the third arrival announces itself: the sound of a high-revving four-cylinder, and headlights sweeping through the garage’s high windows as a car pulls up outside.
ROSA That’s either Petra or trouble.
TEDDY With Petra, those are the same thing.
PETRA CHASE (26, wearing a racing jacket covered in patches from series that don’t exist yet, hair dyed the specific red of brake calipers) comes through the door at speed, the way she does everything. She has a tablet, a camera bag, and the energy of someone who has been awake for thirty-six hours by choice.
PETRA Okay, so I was doing my thing —
ROSA Your “thing” being?
PETRA Monitoring the county traffic camera network for anomalies, which is legal, mostly —
ROSA It’s not legal.
PETRA — and I caught something. A car. Orange. No plates. And here’s the wild part —
She pulls up her tablet. Enhanced footage. And in one frame, caught by a camera at a gas station, there is a figure standing beside the orange car.
CLOSE ON TABLET: The figure is tall, wearing a dark coverall. But the face is visible.
Rosa and Miles both look at it.
Miles goes very still.
PETRA (CONT’D) I ran facial recognition through every database I have access to, which is more than I should have access to, and this person does not exist. No record. No history. No social. No nothing. It’s like they were born yesterday.
MILES (quietly) Not yesterday. Tomorrow.
Everyone looks at him.
MILES (CONT’D) I know who that is.
He takes the tablet. Studies the face in the image.
MILES (CONT’D) Her name is CASS. She’s a displacement engineer. Was a displacement engineer. (beat) She’s the one who stole the car.
ROSA You know her.
MILES (a long pause) She’s my partner. Was my partner.
He sets the tablet down.
MILES (CONT’D) She also died. Fourteen months ago. In 2089.
The garage is very quiet.
Teddy reaches into the donut box.
TEDDY (mouth full) Okay. I’m going to need someone to explain everything from the beginning.
ROSA There is no beginning. It’s complicated.
TEDDY (to Miles) She’s doing your bit now.
EXT. VEGA’S GARAGE — MOMENTS LATER
Rosa stands outside in the early light. Miles joins her. The desert is going pink and gold at the edges.
ROSA If your partner is dead —
MILES She was dead.
ROSA — how is she here?
MILES The car. The Hemi ‘Cuda. It’s not just a displaced vehicle. It’s the reason she died. In 2089, that car was the centerpiece of a temporal displacement incident that killed six people, including Cass. It’s been in evidence lockup ever since. Frozen. Contained.
ROSA And if she brought it back here —
MILES She’s trying to stop it from happening. She’s trying to save herself.
Rosa absorbs this.
ROSA Can she? Change it?
MILES (the hardest answer) No. And she knows that. Which means she’s not here to save herself.
He looks toward where the orange car was last seen.
MILES (CONT’D) She’s here for something else.
ROSA What?
MILES That’s what I need to figure out before the seventy-two hours is up.
ROSA (deciding) Sixty-eight hours now.
She goes back inside.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
INT. VEGA’S GARAGE — DAY
The garage has become a war room. Petra has strung three monitors from the ceiling on extension cords. Teddy has commandeered the hood of a customer’s Buick as a map table. Rosa paces.
Miles has done something unexpected: he’s opened the hood of his not-a-Volvo.
The engine bay is impossible. Where an engine block should be, there is a latticed structure of what appears to be polished aluminum and something that pulses with that same blue-white light — slower now, almost calm. The whole thing is connected by what look like fuel lines, except they’re translucent and the fluid inside them is moving in the wrong direction for gravity.
Teddy stands over it with his arms crossed, the posture of a man who has seen a lot of engines and is refusing to be impressed by this one.
TEDDY What’s the displacement?
MILES It doesn’t have displacement. It has — it’s a different kind of propulsion.
TEDDY Horsepower?
MILES That’s not really how —
TEDDY Give me a number.
MILES (sighing) The equivalent output, converted to your measurement system, would be approximately nineteen thousand.
Teddy looks at the engine. Back at Miles.
TEDDY Nineteen thousand horsepower.
MILES Roughly.
TEDDY (reverently) Roughly.
He leans closer.
TEDDY (CONT’D) What’s the compression ratio?
MILES Teddy. I need you to focus.
TEDDY I am focused. I’m very focused. This is what my focus looks like.
Across the garage, Petra has found something on her monitors.
PETRA Okay, so I’ve been triangulating the camera appearances. The ‘Cuda isn’t moving randomly. Look.
She throws the map onto the big monitor. Three camera hits, plotted. They form a rough triangle, with each point being a different location in the high desert.
PETRA (CONT’D) She’s circling something. Whatever she’s looking for, it’s inside this triangle.
Rosa leans in.
ROSA That’s — that’s the dry lake bed. El Mirage.
MILES (standing up from the engine) El Mirage.
ROSA Land speed racing. People run cars out there. It’s flat, it’s remote —
MILES (something clicking into place) She’s not looking for something in the triangle.
PETRA What?
MILES She’s not circling something. She’s charging something. The ‘Cuda’s displacement drive — every car that goes through temporal transit has a residual charge. It depletes in the new timeline. She’d need to run the car. Hard. At high speed. Over a specific —
He stops.
MILES (CONT’D) Over a specific distance to recharge it.
ROSA She’s using El Mirage as a runway.
MILES She’s not leaving. She’s not trying to go back. She’s building charge for another jump.
TEDDY Another jump where?
Miles doesn’t answer immediately. He’s doing math in his head — or something that looks like math, his eyes moving in a way that suggests he’s working in dimensions the rest of them can’t see.
MILES She’s going to go further back. Much further back. Before the incident in 2089. Before the displacement event that killed her.
PETRA To warn herself?
MILES No. She can’t interact with her own timeline. She knows that. (with dawning horror) She’s going to prevent the car from ever being built.
A beat.
ROSA The ‘Cuda.
MILES If the 1970 Plymouth Hemi ‘Cuda never exists — if she goes back to 1969 and destroys the plans, the prototypes, the production line — then the displacement event in 2089 never happens. She never dies.
TEDDY That sounds like it works.
MILES It destroys the timeline. If a vehicle that exists in a timeline is retroactively prevented from existing, every moment that vehicle was present creates a paradox node. There are — (beat) There are a lot of Hemi ‘Cudas in this timeline, Teddy.
TEDDY Eleven thousand, six hundred and sixty-two original units produced.
Everyone looks at him.
TEDDY (CONT’D) I know cars.
MILES Eleven thousand paradox nodes, simultaneously detonating in the timeline’s continuity layer.
PETRA (quietly) That’s the cascade failure.
MILES That’s the cascade failure.
ROSA Then we have to stop her before she makes the second jump.
MILES Yes.
ROSA How long do we have?
Miles looks at the engine in his not-a-Volvo. The blue-white pulse.
MILES I can track the ‘Cuda’s charge buildup. When it hits critical threshold, she jumps. Based on the time she’s already been running —
He checks something on his wrist. Not a watch — something embedded. A small display.
MILES (CONT’D) Eleven hours.
ROSA Then we go to El Mirage.
MILES Rosa —
ROSA She’s going to be there. You know she’s going to be there. It’s the only place flat enough and remote enough to run that car at speed without —
MILES I know.
ROSA So we go.
MILES (quietly) She’s my partner.
ROSA I know.
MILES Was my partner.
A beat.
ROSA I know that too.
EXT. EL MIRAGE DRY LAKE BED — LATE AFTERNOON
Vast. Flat. A prehistoric lake bottom baked to white clay, cracked in a pattern like old paint. The kind of place where the horizon is so far away it looks fake.
Rosa’s Camaro and Miles’s not-a-Volvo park at the edge of the lake bed. The four of them stand looking out at the expanse.
PETRA (scanning with a device Miles lent her) I’m getting a residual charge signature. She’s been here. She’s been running the car here.
TEDDY (shading his eyes) How do we stop her if she makes a run for it? That ‘Cuda with a 426 Hemi is going to pull away from almost anything.
MILES (looking at Rosa’s Camaro) Not from that.
ROSA My car can’t outrun a temporal displacement vehicle.
MILES No. But it doesn’t need to.
He goes to the not-a-Volvo and opens the trunk. Inside is a case. He opens the case. Inside are what appear to be spark plugs — except they’re the wrong size, the wrong material, and they glow faintly.
ROSA What are those?
MILES Temporal anchor pins. If I install them in your ignition system, your car becomes a fixed point. She can’t jump from within a certain radius of a fixed point. It’ll abort the sequence.
ROSA You’re going to put future technology in my numbers-matching restoration.
MILES Temporarily.
ROSA (pained) Don’t say temporarily.
MILES I’ll take them out after.
Rosa looks at her Camaro. Back at Miles.
ROSA If anything happens to that car —
MILES I’ll fix it.
ROSA You better.
EXT. EL MIRAGE DRY LAKE BED — DUSK
They’ve spread out. Petra is monitoring. Teddy has his tow truck parked at the far end as a blocker — an enormous, cheerful roadblock.
Rosa and Miles wait beside the Camaro.
ROSA Tell me about her.
MILES (not looking at her) Cass?
ROSA Your partner who died and somehow didn’t.
Miles leans against the Camaro’s fender. The sun is going down behind the mountains and the lake bed is turning amber.
MILES She was the best displacement engineer in the Division. Probably the best who ever worked there. She could read a vehicle’s temporal signature the way a mechanic reads an engine — just by sound, by feel. She’d put her hand on a hood and tell you where the car had been. What it had seen.
ROSA That’s a gift.
MILES It was also the thing that killed her. She got too close to the ‘Cuda. During the 2089 incident. She could feel that something was wrong with it — that it had been somewhere it shouldn’t have been — and she went in to pull it out herself instead of waiting for the containment team.
ROSA She was trying to save it.
MILES She was always trying to save things.
A silence. The desert wind.
ROSA You loved her.
Miles doesn’t answer. Which is an answer.
ROSA (CONT’D) And now she’s here. Alive. Doing something that will kill everyone else to keep herself alive.
MILES She’s not — she doesn’t think of it that way. Cass doesn’t do things for herself. She never did. Which means there’s something else. Something I’m missing.
Rosa’s radio crackles.
PETRA (V.O.) (over radio) I’ve got her. East end of the lake bed. She just pulled onto the flat. She’s — she’s not moving yet. She’s just sitting there.
Rosa and Miles exchange a look.
ROSA (into radio) We’re coming to her. Teddy, hold your position.
TEDDY (V.O.) Copy that. Also I found a donut I forgot about. Things are good here.
EXT. EL MIRAGE DRY LAKE BED — EAST END — DUSK
The 1970 Plymouth Hemi ‘Cuda sits on the white clay, engine running. Up close, it is spectacular — Vitamin C orange so bright it seems to generate its own light in the failing sun. The black hood stripes are perfect. The chrome is perfect. It sounds like the bottom of the ocean, that 426 Hemi at idle — a pressure you feel in your chest.
CASS stands beside it. Up close: she is lean, watchful, with the kind of stillness that comes from absolute certainty. She watches Rosa and Miles approach on foot.
She doesn’t run.
CASS I wondered how long it would take you.
MILES Cass.
CASS (to Rosa) You’re local law enforcement.
ROSA Detective. You’re the woman who died.
CASS (slight smile) Among other things.
MILES Cass, I know what you’re planning. I can’t let you do it.
CASS I know you can’t.
MILES The cascade failure —
CASS Miles.
MILES Eleven thousand paradox nodes —
CASS Miles.
He stops.
CASS (CONT’D) I’m not going to 1969.
A beat.
MILES …What?
CASS I never was. I let you think that. I let the Division think that. I needed them to send you back here, to this time, with a fixed-point vehicle.
Rosa’s hand moves toward her weapon.
ROSA Why?
Cass looks at the ‘Cuda. Puts her hand on the roof. That gesture Miles described — reading the car.
CASS Because in 2089, when the displacement incident happened — when I went into the containment zone — I found something. Inside the car’s temporal signature. Something that didn’t belong there. Evidence that the incident wasn’t an accident.
MILES (slowly) What?
CASS Someone engineered it. Someone in the Division arranged for the ‘Cuda to displace catastrophically. Six people died, Miles. And whoever did it is still there. Still in the Division. And I’m the only person who knows.
MILES (barely audible) That’s why you faked your death.
CASS I didn’t fake it. I used it. I had about thirty seconds in the containment zone before the wave hit. I put myself in the car. Rode it back here.
MILES Cass, you’ve been here? For how long?
CASS (a long pause) Eight months.
Miles stares at her.
MILES Eight months. You’ve been in 2024 for eight months and you didn’t —
CASS I couldn’t contact you. They’re watching all the temporal communication channels. If I reached out, whoever it is would know I’m alive.
ROSA (cutting through) So why now? Why burn yourself now by making runs on the lake bed?
CASS Because I finally found what I needed. The anchor point.
She looks at Rosa’s Camaro, parked fifty feet away.
CASS (CONT’D) The fixed-point vehicle. I needed Miles to bring one here. A car that exists as a temporal anchor in this timeline. Because I found the evidence — the real evidence — and I need to transmit it somewhere they can’t intercept it. Somewhere outside the Division’s reach.
MILES Where?
CASS (looking at Rosa) When.
Rosa understands first. Her face changes.
ROSA You want to send it here. To this time. To us.
CASS A fixed-point vehicle can receive a temporal data packet. It becomes part of the car’s history — encoded in the metal, in the restoration record, in the —
ROSA (with sudden fury) You’re going to put something in my car?
CASS It’ll be safe. It’ll be hidden. And it’ll exist outside the reach of anyone in 2089 who wants it destroyed.
MILES (working through it) And then what? It just sits there?
CASS Until the Division sends someone back to retrieve it. Someone clean. Someone who doesn’t know what they’re looking for until they find it.
She looks at Miles.
CASS (CONT’D) I was hoping that would be you.
A long silence. The Hemi idles. The desert goes dark around them.
MILES (quietly) There’s no version of this where you come home.
CASS I know.
MILES Cass —
CASS Miles. Whoever did this is still there. Still working. If the evidence dies with me, they win. And they’ll do it again.
She holds out a small device — palm-sized, glowing faintly.
CASS (CONT’D) Let me put this in her car.
Miles looks at the device. At Rosa. At Cass.
Rosa steps forward and takes the device from Cass’s hand.
ROSA I’ll put it in my car. Nobody touches my car but me.
She turns and walks toward the Camaro.
Cass watches her go.
CASS (to Miles, quietly) She’s good.
MILES Yeah.
CASS You’re going to need her.
MILES I know.
Rosa opens the Camaro’s hood. Works quickly, efficiently. The device goes in somewhere near the firewall — she finds the right spot instinctively, the way a good mechanic always does.
She closes the hood.
The Camaro’s engine turns over once, even though the key isn’t in it.
Then silence.
ROSA (walking back) Done.
Cass nods. She looks at the ‘Cuda.
CASS I have to go. If I stay longer, the Division will track the charge signature.
MILES Where will you go?
CASS (small smile) Somewhere quiet. Somewhere I can work on the car.
(beat)
I always wanted to do a proper restoration.
Miles makes a sound that might be a laugh. Might not be.
MILES Cass. The person in the Division. Do you know who it is?
A pause.
CASS I have a suspicion.
(beat)
So do you. You’ve always had it. You just didn’t want to look at it.
She gets in the ‘Cuda. The door closes with that solid, perfect, 1970 thunk of American steel.
The Hemi revs once. Twice.
Then the ‘Cuda pulls away across the lake bed, that orange paint going dark as the stars come out, and then —
Gone.
Not over the horizon. Not out of sight. Gone. One moment there, the next moment not, leaving a single contrail of blue-white light that fades in three seconds.
Miles stands on the white clay and looks at the space where she was.
Rosa stands beside him.
They don’t say anything for a while.
TEDDY (V.O.) (over radio) Uh — did something just happen? Because there was a flash out here and I may have spilled my donut.
PETRA (V.O.) The charge signature just went to zero. Whatever she was building toward — it’s gone.
TEDDY (V.O.) Is that good?
Rosa looks at Miles.
ROSA (into radio) We’re okay. Stand down.
She clips the radio to her belt. Looks at Miles.
ROSA (CONT’D) The evidence in my car. What happens now?
MILES Now I go back to 2089 and I start looking. Very carefully. At the people closest to me.
ROSA And if whoever it is figures out what Cass did before you find them?
MILES Then they’ll send someone back here for the evidence.
ROSA Someone like you.
MILES Someone not like me.
He looks at the Camaro.
MILES (CONT’D) You should keep that car close. Don’t let anyone else work on it. Don’t take it to a shop. Don’t let anyone open the hood who doesn’t —
ROSA Nobody opens that hood but me. That’s been the rule since I bought it.
He almost smiles.
MILES Good rule.
He starts walking toward the not-a-Volvo.
ROSA Miles.
He stops.
ROSA (CONT’D) She said you’d need me. What does that mean? What am I supposed to do?
Miles opens the driver’s door of his vehicle. The blue-white pulse from inside washes over his face.
MILES When someone comes for the car — and they will — you’ll need to know whether they’re Ghost Division or not.
ROSA How will I know?
He reaches into the not-a-Volvo and produces something. Tosses it to her.
She catches it.
It’s a business card. Like the one he gave her at the beginning. But this one is blank on the front.
She turns it over.
CLOSE ON CARD — BACK: A single image. A steering wheel with a missing spoke.
ROSA (looking up) This is your logo.
MILES If they show you that, they’re Division. If they don’t —
ROSA They’re not.
MILES (getting in) Keep the car in the garage. Keep the garage locked.
ROSA And if I need to reach you?
The not-a-Volvo’s engine starts. That blue-white pulse intensifies.
MILES (through the window) Drive the Camaro hard. Like, really hard. I’ll see the charge signature.
ROSA You’ll see it?
MILES (pulling away) She’s a fixed point now, Rosa. She’s the brightest thing in the timeline.
He pulls onto the lake bed. The not-a-Volvo accelerates. And accelerates. And the blue-white light builds —
Gone.
Rosa stands alone on El Mirage dry lake bed with a business card and sixty-five years of secrets hidden in her fender wells.
END OF ACT TWO
TAG
INT. VEGA’S GARAGE — NEXT MORNING
Rosa is under the Camaro on a creeper. She’s not working — she’s just lying there, looking up at the undercarriage. Thinking.
Teddy sits on the Snap-on chest with coffee. Petra is asleep on a shop couch with a laptop on her chest, one hand still on the trackpad.
TEDDY (quietly, so as not to wake Petra) You going to tell me what actually happened out there?
ROSA I told you what happened.
TEDDY You told me the official version. I’ve known you for eight years. You have an official version face.
Rosa rolls out from under the car. Sits up. Looks at Teddy.
ROSA Someone hid something in my car. Something important. And now I have to protect it until someone comes to get it.
TEDDY Someone from the future.
ROSA Possibly multiple someones. Some of them good. Some of them not.
TEDDY How do you tell the difference?
Rosa holds up the business card. The steering wheel with the missing spoke.
TEDDY (CONT’D) (studying it) A steering wheel. With a missing spoke.
ROSA Four spokes. One missing.
Teddy looks at it for a long time.
TEDDY You know, when I was sixteen, my uncle had a ‘68 Dodge Charger. Beautiful car. Black. The steering wheel was cracked and he’d been driving it that way for years because he couldn’t find the right replacement.
ROSA Yeah?
TEDDY One of the spokes was held on with electrical tape. He drove it for eleven years like that. Said it was the best steering wheel he ever touched because he knew every flaw in it.
He hands the card back.
TEDDY (CONT’D) A missing spoke. Means you know the wheel isn’t perfect. Means you’re paying attention.
Rosa looks at the card.
ROSA (quietly) Or it means something’s broken and nobody’s fixed it yet.
Teddy drinks his coffee.
TEDDY Could be both.
Petra stirs on the couch. Doesn’t wake up. Her laptop slides an inch.
Rosa looks at the Camaro. That green paint. That perfect restoration. Somewhere inside it, sixty-five years of secrets.
She rolls back under.
ROSA (from under the car) Teddy.
TEDDY Yeah.
ROSA You’re in.
A beat.
TEDDY I know.
ROSA It’s going to be dangerous.
TEDDY I own a tow truck. Dangerous is the job.
ROSA Not this kind of dangerous.
TEDDY (finishing his coffee) Rosa. I once pulled a ‘73 Ford Pinto out of a sinkhole at three in the morning in a lightning storm for two hundred dollars. (beat) I can handle dangerous.
From under the car, Rosa almost laughs.
Almost.
EXT. VEGA’S GARAGE — CONTINUOUS
The garage from outside. An ordinary building on an ordinary street in an ordinary desert town.
A car passes slowly on the street. Ordinary sedan. Ordinary color.
It slows in front of the garage.
The driver’s window is down slightly.
CLOSE ON THE DRIVER: We can’t see a face. Just a hand on the steering wheel.
A hand wearing a ring with a symbol on it.
EXTREME CLOSE ON THE RING: A steering wheel. Four spokes.
All four intact.
The car drives on.
SMASH CUT TO BLACK.
TITLE CARD: GHOST MILES
Next week on Ghost Miles…
FLASH CUT: Rosa’s Camaro, hood up, something wrong with the engine — the device Cass installed is glowing red instead of blue.
FLASH CUT: Miles, back in what looks like 2089, standing in a gleaming facility, looking at a wall of vehicles — hundreds of them, each tagged, each contained. His face: something has happened.
FLASH CUT: Petra, alone in the garage at night, when the not-a-Volvo pulls up outside. She goes to the door.
The driver is not Miles.
FLASH CUT: Teddy, on the phone, voice low:
TEDDY She doesn’t know I’m calling you. But someone was watching the garage last night. Someone with Division plates.
FLASH CUT: Cass, somewhere dusty and remote, working under the hood of the ‘Cuda. She stops. Looks up. Like she heard something.
CASS (to no one) Too soon. You’re moving too soon.
SMASH TO BLACK.
FADE OUT.
GHOST MILES Created by [Author] Pilot Episode: “Fixed Points”
END OF PILOT
SERIES BIBLE NOTE: The world of Ghost Miles operates on the core principle that vehicles are not merely machines but temporal artifacts — every car that has ever existed carries a record of where and when it has been. The Ghost Division of 2089 was established not only to prevent timeline contamination, but to preserve what they call the “automotive record” — the complete history of human movement through time as encoded in machines. The missing spoke in the Division’s logo represents the one vehicle no one has ever been able to locate: the first car to ever travel through time, which disappeared in 2031 and has never been recovered. Some in the Division believe it is still out there. Others believe it is everywhere at once.
Rosa’s Camaro is not the end of this story.
It’s the ignition.
FADE OUT.
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Content type: pilot
Topic: Sci-Fi|automotive
Generated: 2026-06-08
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