THE SHADOW GAME
written by
Jesse Alexander
Spec feature
April 2022
© 2022 Jesse Alexander. All rights reserved.
-- THE SHADOW GAME --
EXT. CIA BLACK SITE - OREGON WILDERNESS - NIGHT
A matte black SUV 4x4 reverses, skids to a stop. The DRIVER bails out, runs to the back of the vehicle.
The SUV is inside the perimeter of a remote outpost, high on a wilderness ridge. Surrounded by razor wire. Signs warn: “No Trespassing! Danger! Deadly Force is Authorized!”
The Driver drops the tailgate, yanks out a wheeled gurney designed to secure dangerous people. He pushes it toward a small-ish bunker, glances nervously at the nearby mountains and woods. Why is this guy so panicked?
-- A raging FOREST FIRE is moving his way, fast.
INT. CIA BLACK SITE - COMMAND CENTER - CONTINUOUS
The Driver bounces the gurney inside.
DRIVER
Top of the hill!
A CIA CONTRACTOR smashes racks of high-tech equipment with a wrecking bar. A MED-TECH at a monitoring station, shouts into a radio microphone:
MED-TECH
-- copy that, station thirty-three evacuating with package. Will transport cargo overland to secondary extraction point.
STATIC. The Driver arrives beside her.
DRIVER
Remix the air so I don’t pass out when I open the cell.
MED-TECH
Takes time to equalize.
DRIVER
Flood it with O2! Now!
He abandons her, runs to the Contractor.
DRIVER (CONT’D)
Help me get him loaded!
CONTRACTOR
We need to sanitize the site before-
2.
DRIVER
Before the fucking fire melts this place to the ground!?
The Contractor drops the wrecking bar and helps Driver hustle the gurney to a utility corridor.
MED-TECH
(calls after them)
O2 rising! He’s gonna wake up fast!
The Med-Tech scans a monitor where MEDICAL INFO overlays THERMAL IMAGES from a small cell where a LONE FIGURE sleeps on a bunk. This place is a jail, with only one prisoner.
INT. UTILITY CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
Driver and Contractor push the gurney to a thick steel door.
CONTRACTOR
We should leave him. The Company would never find out.
DRIVER
If they did, burning to death will seem like a missed opportunity.
INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS
Dim light. SOOTHING MUSIC from HIDDEN SPEAKERS. Bean bag chair. Toilet and sink. Wall poster of a tranquil seascape.
SAMUEL (20s) sleeps on his bunk, naked under a plain sheet, expression blank, eyes-closed, pupils in fast REM. They stop moving and his eyelids crack -- he’s awake.
As Samuel regains consciousness, WE HEAR a FAINT BUZZ. Like fluorescent lights or insects. It’s his tinnitus. An audio clue that we’re now perceiving the world from Samuel’s P.O.V.
As his eye’s widen, the light on his face gets eerie. A faint vignette encroaches on the corners of our frame. The colors of Samuel’s world are lush and organic, wet. Visual clues to clarify that we’re inside the man’s unique point of view.
Still on his side, Samuel regards a tattoo on his right forearm. A sultry image of a primal demoness: Lilith.
Samuel regards a shadowy corner of the cell, squints at the vague contours of an edge-lit figure. It’s the demon, his tattoo in the flesh.
LILITH (20s), red skin, and green eyes. Two black horns atop her head. Wild curls of dark hair. A barbed tail.
3.
Nude body cloaked in shadow and soft focus. Viewed with the chaste regard of a besotted lover. Romantic, yet scary.
Lilith only exists in Samuel’s head. Only he can see her.
And only he can hear her voice. She speaks in an ancient Semitic language, Amharic. If you know it, you’ll understand. If not, you’ll get the gist from the passion of her tone:
LILITH (AMHARIC)
Samu’ēli! Samu’ēli! Tenesa fik’irē!
Samuel is roused by her voice.
INT. UTILITY CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
The Driver glances into the cell through a slim band of observation glass.
DRIVER
Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! He’s awake!
He works on the door’s keypad lock while the Contractor checks a stun-baton, triggers a -- ZAP!
INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS
Samuel forces himself to sit up. His muscled, back is tattooed with black feathered wings. Keloid scars under the ink texture the design. He’s no stranger to pain.
Lilith appears behind him, whispers:
LILITH (AMHARIC)
(this is the plan)
Lēlochumi yimet’alu. Inya kaliredachewi. Mechēmi net ͟s’a ānihonimi.
THE CELL DOOR - SLOW-MOTION
Samuel watches the door swing open, and the two figures charge. Lilith quick moves around Samuel, out of synch with his slow-motion, begs him to rise, but he’s too weak.
ZAP! - REAL-TIME
The Driver punishes Samuel with the BATON. Samuel collapses to the floor, quivers in shock. The Driver ZAPS him again.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
4.
On his back, looking straight up at Lilith. She hovers near the ceiling, her own wings spread. She wails in despair at the sight of her lover being abused and weeps a molten tear.
This drop of fire rolls off Lilith’s cheek and falls toward Samuel. He stares, tracking the descending flame dot, watching it pass between his relentless attackers and --
The fiery tear lands between Samuel’s lips where it’s absorbed. His lips curl into a beatific smile.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Samuel springs into action. A trained fighter, his legs sweep the men off their feet. They drop. He rises.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Samuel looms over his enemies. His tattooed wings erupt from beneath those keloid scars, tearing out through his skin as they unfurl, whipping flecks of blood across the room.
Samuel looks to hovering Lilith, watching her blood-splattered face fill with joy. She laughs, fangs exposed.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
The Med-Tech enters the cell clutching the wrecking-bar, eyes wide in fear. She doesn’t see any black wings, blood, or demon lover. Just Samuel standing naked over her comrades.
As the men scramble to their feet, Samuel pivots and yanks the wrecking bar from her grip. He swings it like a battle axe, drops the men and confronts the terrified Med-Tech.
MED-TECH
Wait!Wait!Wait! There’s a fire!
Samuel hesitates, speaks with calm conviction:
SAMUEL
Then I’m in the right place.
Samuel speed swings the weapon her way and --
CUT TO: BLACK
FADE IN:
EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY
TO ESTABLISH.
5.
INT. WASHINGTON D.C. - COURTNEY’S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY
The city is visible through a balcony window. The unmade bed tells us the morning has just begun. No personal items on display. No family photos. The lone resident never bothered to settle down and decorate. She’s a woman of ambition --
COURTNEY TASCHLER (30s) arcs up into the cobra position. She yoga's on the floor. Fit and strong in her Lulu, Court pushes out a disciplined exhale, sucks in a deep breath and rises to her feet. Master of mind, body, and spirit. Look out, world.
INT. COURTNEY’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY
Court makes her morning smoothie, fruits, veggies, and health powders precisely arranged. She adds them to the blender by rote, not looking, eyes fixed on a nearby laptop.
ON THE LAPTOP SCREEN are LIVE VIDEO feeds from several NEWS CHANNELS. None of them play live audio, just CLOSED CAPTIONS.
Court triggers the BLENDER as she quick-scans the text --
-- A story about a FOREST FIRE in Oregon. One about REBEL ATTACKS in Madagascar. The arrest of a State Department WHISTLEBLOWER. And a NEW CELLPHONE release from Babbo Tech.
Court reacts to that last one like a teenager would to a lame parent, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
She pours her smoothie into a travel mug, sips through a straw, watching the LAPTOP to see the NEWS CHANGING --
-- The arrest of the WHISTLEBLOWER is now breaking on ALL CHANNELS with supporting maps and footage, the whistleblower story is now being CONNECTED TO THE MADAGASCAR REBELS.
Court grins, she’s been waiting for this:
COURTNEY
Woot-Woot!
She scoops up her cellphone and triggers Spotify. “HAPPY” by Pharrell, erupts from the phone’s tiny speakers. She happy dances around the kitchen and slides into the bedroom.
INT. COURTNEY’S APARTMENT - COURTNEY’S BATHROOM - LATER
“HAPPY” Court bops to the music as she finishes her makeup in the mirror, sculpting a take-charge look with eyeliner.
She retrieves a SMALL NECKLACE from the counter --
6.
-- It’s a hand-me-down CATHOLIC MEDAL featuring Mary, the Queen of Heaven and Earth, crushing a serpent underfoot
She gives it a kiss and puts it on.
INT. COURTNEY’S APARTMENT - COURTNEY’S BEDROOM - LATER
“HAPPY” Court’s in-front of a full-length mirror, aligning a three-piece suit. Fashion savvy with fabric and cut. She clips an ID to her lapel, a PHOTO-BADGE from THE CIA.
INT. COURTNEY’S APARTMENT BUILDING - HALLWAY - LATER
“HAPPY”. Court locks her apartment door, turns to find a FED-EX COURIER approaching with a SMALL PACKAGE.
FED-EX COURIER
Courtney Taschler?
Court doesn’t respond, points to her photo badge, smug.
COURTNEY
It’s me.
FED-EX COURIER
(dismissive)
If you were a real spy, you wouldn’t have a laminate.
The Courier tosses her the box, not sticking around to watch as she barely gets her hands on it.
Court checks the send address -- “BABBO TECH, MOUNTAIN VIEW, CA.” she deflates. No more “HAPPY”. We saw her react to that TV AD, and now this? Court’s clearly got issues with Babbo.
INT. VIRGINIA - CIA SHUTTLE BUS - DRIVING - DAY
Court rides with a dozen CIA COMMUTERS, opens the package --
-- INSIDE is the LATEST CELLPHONE from Babbo Tech, still wrapped in the retail packaging. Next gen style.
Court’s not impressed. The EMPLOYEE beside her is:
CIA EMPLOYEE
The Babbo Tech Seventeen? Those don’t come out for a month.
COURTNEY
I know someone who works there. They send me the latest gear.
7.
CIA EMPLOYEE
Laptops? Headphones?
COURTNEY
Uh-huh. The TV. But I can’t use any of it for work.
Encryption in their devices is too strong. CIA loves eavesdropping, especially on its own.
CIA EMPLOYEE
Fanboys’ll pay double to have a seventeen before anybody else. They treat Babbo Tech like a religion.
COURTNEY
People are crazy.
CIA EMPLOYEE
The founder is kind of hot, though. He’s got that silver fox vibe.
Court shrugs, zips the phone into a pocket of her GO-BAG.
EXT. VIRGINIA - CIA CAMPUS - DAY
TO ESTABLISH. The shuttle arrives through the main gate.
INT. CIA CAMPUS - INTERNAL AFFAIRS DIRECTORATE - DAY
Court enters the cubicle warren, strides across the room toward her desk, like she owns the place. CO-WORKERS glance up from computers and phones, tracking her warily.
She reaches her cubicle, finds a BURN BAG atop her desk. The CIA uses disposable bags to destroy classified material. She waves over her ASSISTANT from the adjacent cubicle.
JEREMY (20s), plain ZARA suit. Scared of his boss, eager.
COURTNEY
Get me in with Bennett.
JEREMY
He’s with Hannigan.
COURTNEY
(suddenly nervous)
Gail’s here? Why?
JEREMY
(joking)
Aren’t you cleared for that intel?
8.
Court is stressed-out, hates push-back, gets fierce.
COURTNEY
I’m cleared S5. Top Secret. Compartmented. Eyes Only. Why is that?
JEREMY
(dutifully plays along)
To investigate reports of illegal activity.
COURTNEY
(mock confusion)
Investigate? Did I get on the wrong bus? Is this FBI Internal Affairs?
JEREMY
No, Ma’am. You got on the right bus. CIA’s Directorate of IA.
COURTNEY
My job’s to discredit and delete reports of illegal activity. That’s why the burn bag gets burned. Always. Every night. Got it?
Jeremy grabs the bag, jogs to a panel in the wall. It’s like a garbage chute, shoves the bag in, sends it to a furnace.
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
You’re gonna kill your career before you have one.
She sits at her desk, primps her hair for the biometric camera as she logs into her COMPUTER. Jeremy updates her:
JEREMY
New tasking order for an off-site. A contractor facility got cooked last night. A forest fire in Oregon. Bennett needs verification it was sanitized.
COURTNEY
Oregon? Shit. I can’t head-out until I talk to him.
Court rapid-fire types on her computer, pulls up CLASSIFIED INFORMATION about the mission to Oregon --
-- ON HER COMPUTER SCREEN are PHOTOS of the site, shortly after it was built. Some of the DATA FIELDS haven’t been filled in. “MISSION:___ DIRECTORATE:___ SUPERVISOR:___ ”
9.
Court’s confused, calls back to Jeremy:
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
These data-fields are blank.
JEREMY (O.S.)
Blank like redacted?
COURTNEY
Blank like nobody filled them out.
(to herself)
What were they doing out there?
Curious, Court leans in, typing an info request --
-- She gets a PROMPT to enter her security clearance. Types, “S5”. A WARNING pops up; access is RESTRICTED to “S8”.
Court’s confused. She’s never heard of an “S8” clearance.
Court doesn’t see a FIGURE sneak up and surprise her with a kiss on the cheek. She recoils from:
TED WEBSTER (30s), sweater and tie, cocky. Yale for life.
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
(embarrassed)
The hell, Ted? Bennett hates PDA.
TED
Brad’s not my boss any more.
COURTNEY
He’s still mine. And yours is in there with him.
TED
I came with Gail. To ask HR what was taking so long.
He tosses paperwork on her desk.
TED (CONT’D)
In the eyes of the CIA, we’re officially allowed to date.
Court grabs the paperwork, shakes it at him.
COURTNEY
PDA me again, and this goes down the burn chute.
(over it)
Why’s Gail in with him?
10.
TED
The President had some questions after the morning briefing.
COURTNEY
(hopeful)
Madagascar?
TED
(curious)
Yeah, those new leaks that went public last night, they came from your whistleblower, right?
Court and Ted react as an exec DOOR OPENS. Their bosses exit, scan the room, and head for Court’s cubicle --
BRAD BENNETT (60s) is Court’s boss. Polyester suited. Thick glasses. Connecticut. Brad’s a weary veteran of espionage.
GAIL HANNIGAN (50s), Ted’s charismatic boss. Chic hair and attire. Southern. A CIA vet pushing her way to the very top.
Court rises to meet them:
COURTNEY
Professor Hannigan.
GAIL
Howdy, Courtney. Hope you’re not mad I pulled Teddy off-campus.
COURTNEY
(mocks)
He’s at the White House now? I had no idea.
TED
Ha-ha. Don’t worry; I keep the pillow talk to, uh... pillows.
Court’s mortified. Hannigan’s amused. Bennett cares not.
BENNETT
Gail had some follow-ups on those new whistleblower leaks.
GAIL
That bit about the rebel attacks.
This is what Court’s been waiting for, enthusiastic:
11.
COURTNEY
The Noble Path are sabotaging mining equipment. To destabilize the military junta by slowing exports of rare earth minerals.
TED
I’ve been trying to convey the need for ASAP covert action to POTUS.
BENNETT
Sounds like Crandall’s about ready to authorize use of force. But I didn’t remember Noble Path being part of the State leaks.
(then)
Wasn’t that CIA intel?
All eyes go to Court, who steels her nerve.
COURTNEY
It was. I had Gonzo upload it to State’s evidence drop. Last night.
Court’s revelation stuns the others. Ted’s confused:
TED
You’re not saying you added classified intel to the leaks?
Off Court’s look -- Guilty as charged.
INT. CIA - SECURE CONFERENCE ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Court sits across from Ted, Bennett, and Gail. Court presents as very confident for someone who just confessed to a crime. Only we can see her foot bouncing nervously:
COURTNEY
The seventh floor had been trying to get the President to authorize drone strikes. I knew Ted was having a hard time selling that agenda.
(more than pillow talk)
So I piggy-backed on the whistleblower leaks. To get the intel into the public conversation and force the President to act.
TED
You should’ve run it by Gail. She’s The Company’s rep in the Oval.
12.
COURTNEY
I didn’t want to risk looping her in. Forgiveness, not permission.
GAIL
(amused)
That’s my mantra.
COURTNEY
I learned all my tricks from you, Ma’am.
GAIL
(immune to flattery)
Regardless of how it happened, POTUS is backed into a corner. Before I make the final push for action, are drones the way to go?
TED
POTUS won’t go for any option that puts dead kids on CNN. It’s an election year and his polling sucks.
GAIL
What about advisors? Or SEAL Teams?
BENNETT
It’ll take months to ramp-up.
COURTNEY
(not giving up)
The rebels will continue to disrupt exports, crippling the production lines of our defense contractors.
GAIL
Can’t let that happen; we have a jet delivery earmarked for Taiwan. We need ‘em on the board to counter Chinese moves in the region.
TED
That’s a long term play. The election is now. No dead kids.
COURTNEY
(has an idea)
Okay... Okay... The Noble Path uses the DRC model. Kidnapping women and children. Hostages make up eighty percent of their front-line army.
13.
Court waits for them to get it. Ted’s clueless. Not Bennett:
BENNETT
Are you suggesting we re-categorize the hostages as combatants?
COURTNEY
(doubles-down)
They shoot guns. They kill people. Isn’t that what combatants do?
TED
(morally disgusted)
They’re slaves. If they don’t fight, the rebels kill them.
Court can’t meet Ted’s gaze, focusses on Gail.
GAIL
Before takin’ it to the Oval, I‘ll run it through legal. But I think it’ll fly, along with those drones.
(then)
Good work. I always knew you were paying attention in class. But never blindside me with this kind of maneuver again, or I’ll kill your career before you have one.
COURTNEY
Yes, Ma’am.
Court’s foot stops bouncing. She takes the win. Refuses to look over at Ted, who regards her like he doesn’t know her.
INT. CIA - INTERNAL AFFAIRS DIRECTORATE - DAY
Court stands with Bennett as Gail leaves with Ted, who looks back, unsettled by Court’s duplicity and dark morals:
COURTNEY
(to Bennett)
I’m sorry, Sir. I was gonna tell you, but you were in with Gail --
BENNETT
You’re forgiven.
Court wonders if he’s throwing her words back in her face.
BENNETT (CONT’D)
I survived car bombs in Lebanon, congressional inquiries, the Washington Post.
(MORE)
14.
BENNETT (CONT’D)
Fear was in my rearview mirror. Then I met your ambition.
(then)
In six months, I retire. 'Til then, consider me a mushroom. Keep me in the dark and feed me bullshit.
COURTNEY
Yes, Sir. Won’t happen again.
Court practically skips back to her desk, nearly giddy at being praised for her duplicity. There’s no stoppin’ her.
Jeremy meets her --
JEREMY
You still going to Oregon?
Court remembers, sees Bennett shut his door. Tells Jeremy:
COURTNEY
Pull Gonzo from tech-services. Get the new girl from hardware. And submit to logistics for travel. I want to be there and back ASAP.
EXT. OREGON WILDERNESS - DAY
TO ESTABLISH. The forest is charred for miles. Smoke rises in the distance where the fire still burns. A CIA HELICOPTER flies toward the BLACK SITE.
EXT. CIA BLACK SITE - HELIPAD - DAY
The building is scorched but intact. Court walks toward it from the now parked helicopter. She’s dressed in chic tech wear, with her ever-present go-bag slung over her shoulder.
Court’s followed by her team for the day --
GONZO (30’s), experienced, carries ruggedized gear cases.
LUNA (20’s), new, hurries after, also carrying hard cases.
A PARK RANGER steps away from his truck to greet them.
PARK RANGER
Y’all have a good trip?
Court ignores his offered hand, keeps walking toward the entrance of the building. She wants to get in and get out.
COURTNEY
Has anyone been inside?
15.
PARK RANGER
Hell, no. I work for the State. That’s Federal property. Off-limits. The folks who worked there made that real clear.
Court is confused. She thought the site wasn’t active.
COURTNEY
Did they get out?
PARK RANGER
Truck’s gone. I figure they got the evac order. You with Homeland Security?
Court waves Gonzo and Luna ahead, stops with the Ranger.
COURTNEY
(firm)
There should be a sign regarding curiosity. There it is --
-- Court directs his attention to a charred but legible sign, “Deadly Force is Authorized!” She heads toward the building.
INT. CIA BLACK SITE - COMMAND CENTER - CONTINUOUS
Flashlight beams pierce darkness as Gonzo, Luna, and Court enter, wary and careful in the ruins. Fire swept through this place, destroyed most of the equipment. Hot spots smolder.
Gonzo and Luna set down their cases.
GONZO
They trashed the rack. Followed protocol.
COURTNEY
Look for loose drives, USB sticks, documents that didn’t burn. I’ll check the server room.
GONZO
Follow the cables.
Gonzo angles his light at the ceiling, indicates a cable caddy. Court starts after them. Gonzo calls:
GONZO (CONT’D)
If the mainframes didn’t melt, I brought a thermite charge.
16.
INT. UTILITY CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
Court enters, light probing, finds the melted gurney. She points her light down the hall. The cell door is closed.
Court moves to what she thinks is the server room. Shines her light at the viewport -- charred over by the fire. She checks the keypad, battery powered, enters a code.
INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS
Court opens the door, smells something awful. She sweeps the room with her light. The fire didn’t get in here. The bed’s intact, poster, beanbag, and --
-- THREE DEAD BODIES on the floor. Stripped. Arranged on their knees, shoulder to shoulder, away from Court as if to pray toward the wall.
Court gasps, shocked; her light trembles. She touches her free hand against her Mary Medal, steps closer, angles the light for a better look --
-- The bodies have been decapitated. In fact, their arms have been arranged, so the corpses hold their own severed heads, forcing dead eyes to stare at the wall.
Court angles her shaking light to see they’re looking at an ancient Amharic name scrawled in blood --
ሊሊት
Court wonders what kind of crazy shit happened in here.
TIME CUT TO:
THE FLASH of Court’s smartphone camera illuminates the bloody runes. She tries to keep her hand steady, takes more pictures of the carnage, the symbols, bodies, then:
GONZO (O.S.)
What reeks?
Court startles as Gonzo enters behind her. Before she can intervene, his flashlight finds the bodies:
GONZO (CONT’D)
(panicked)
Holy shit! Holy shit!
COURTNEY
Gonzo. Gonzo. Calm down.
17.
GONZO
Holy shit! Holy shit!
COURTNEY
(something to focus on)
Thermite charge. Go get it.
GONZO
Where’s the server?
COURTNEY
(commanding)
Just get me the charge!
Gonzo strains to compose himself, turns to go:
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
Wait! HIDE scanner. You got one?
GONZO
Huh?
COURTNEY
To log their biometrics.
Gonzo pulls out a DSLR-sized piece of tech, passes it to Court and exits. She warns:
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
Don’t tell Luna! Don’t let her back here!
As Gonzo disappears into the corridor, Court HEARS HIM PUKE. She tries not to retch in sympathy, forces herself to work.
She kneels beside the bodies with the SCANNER, repulsed as she moves close, shaking as she puts the HIDE’s eye-cups over the dead eyes of the decapitated MED-TECH.
Court records the dead woman’s iris prints, careful not to jostle the severed head, breathing through her mouth. Gross.
She repeats the process with the head of THE DRIVER. Goes to CONTRACTOR, but knocks his head over. It rolls at her and she scrambles clear, freaked.
Court slides her foot upside the head, pushes it across the floor, wedging it against the wall, shifts her foot to angle the eyes. Grossed out, she HIDE scans the iris prints.
Court steps back, lets the head roll free, relieved, then:
GONZO (O.S.)
Here ‘ya go.
18.
COURTNEY
(surprised)
Mother Fucker! What the fuck!?
Court spins to find Gonzo offering a THERMITE CHARGE.
GONZO
Sorry! Sorry!
Court trades the HIDE scanner for the device, sets it down close to the dead bodies.
GONZO (CONT’D)
To set the timer, you turn--
COURTNEY
I went to The Farm. I’m field-rated AF. I work on campus by choice.
GONZO
Jesus. Okay. Okay. Okay.
Court sets the charge, fingers shaking, despite her bravado.
GONZO (CONT’D)
This is a fucking Black Site. Who were they holding?
COURTNEY
Nobody.
GONZO
They killed the guards. Then escaped in the fire.
Court triggers the countdown timer, “00:15”, hurries away from the charge, “00:13”, pushes Gonzo to the door, “00:11”
COURTNEY
Nobody escaped. There are no Black Sites in the U.S., that’d be illegal.
Court shoves Gonzo into the corridor, follows behind. “00:07”
INT. UTILITY CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
Court SLAMS the door closed but it doesn’t latch, grabs the back of Gonzo’s jacket, yanks him back to brace the door.
COURTNEY
Brace it!
19.
Gonzo pushes against the door with her -- WHOOMPH! The door quivers, stays shut. Thermite is all about heat, not force.
After a beat, Luna appears at the end of the hall, worried.
LUNA
Everything okay back here?
Gonzo doesn’t answer; Court shoves him forward, rough.
COURTNEY
(overly cheerful)
Job’s done. Wheel’s up.
EXT. CIA BLACK SITE - HELIPAD - DAY
Park Ranger intercepts Court, Gonzo, and Luna on their way to the helicopter. Court waves the pilot to start the engine.
PARK RANGER
What kind of explosive was that?
Court keeps walking, still shaken.
PARK RANGER (CONT’D)
I use C4 on the avalanches. That one smells incendiary.
COURTNEY
Nothin’ to worry about.
The Ranger doesn’t care, starts back for the building; Court goes after him, waves Gonzo and Luna ahead to the chopper.
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
Hey! You’re not authorized for access!
PARK RANGER
I gotta make sure it’s safe.
COURTNEY
I’m tellin’ you it is.
PARK RANGER
Bullshit.
COURTNEY
This site is under twenty-four-hour surveillance. There’s a Predator drone overhead right now, armed with Hellfire missiles.
20.
PARK RANGER
Bullshit.
Court reverses course for the chopper, shouts back:
COURTNEY
Call your family before you go in. It’d be a shame to get blown up without saying goodbye.
The Ranger stops, unsure, watches Court reach the chopper.
Court joins Gonzo and Luna as they load into the chopper.
LUNA
That’s not true, is it?
COURTNEY
The truth is whatever I can get ‘em to believe. Right, Gonzo?
Court pats his shoulder, confident. Gonzo nods, freaked-out.
Park Ranger gives-up and heads for his vehicle.
EXT. TRUCK STOP - NIGHT
A hub for inter-state travel. The sun goes down, lights pop on. There’s a mix of EIGHTEEN WHEELERS, RVs, and MINI VANS. As they fuel-up, their OWNERS visit the snack shop or restaurant. You might notice the Black Site’s SUV, parked.
INT. TRUCK STOP - MEN’S BATHROOM - NIGHT
A muscular REDNECK TRUCKER, dressed in workwear, waits impatiently for whoever’s using the only private shower.
INT. TRUCK STOP - SHOWER - CONTINUOUS
Samuel’s under hot water, surrounded by steam, washing dried blood and grime from his body. He attends to the wrecking-bar, scrubbing the blood from its pointed pike and blade.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Lilith appears in the steam behind him, puts her hands on his body. Samuel’s aroused by her touch, sets the bar down, anticipating sexy time.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Harsh POUNDING on the outer DOOR ruins the mood. Frustrated, Samuel shuts off the water and... picks up the wrecking-bar.
21.
INT. TRUCK STOP - MEN’S BATHROOM - MINUTES LATER
Samuel finishes putting on the Redneck’s workwear. He looks to the open door of the shower room where --
-- Lilith gorges on the blood of the dead trucker.
WE SEE the naked corpse alone in the stall. Samuel shuts the door and heads out.
EXT. TRUCK STOP - GAS PUMPS - NIGHT
Samuel, clean, dressed, holding the wrecking bar to his side, scans the pumps and parking lot for a new ride.
-- He could take the HATCHBACK that COLLEGE GIRL is fueling.
-- Or maybe the PICK-UP TRUCK from those local TEENS.
-- A MINIVAN where a SINGLE MOM handles unruly KIDS.
Samuel starts toward the hatchback.
The college girl is unaware she’s marked for death. Done pumping gas, she moves to clean the windshield.
Samuel closes in, something on the truck stop roof catches his eye and he stops --
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Samuel squints at a FIGURE on the roof, crouched in the darkness. The size of a man, but the outline’s rough like foliage. The face is obscured, red eyes like lasers.
Samuel watches the roof as the figure rises from a crouch. It appears to be a man clad in a ghillie suit. Burlap straps of cloth and twine stitched with leaves and twigs, ominously camouflaging the hulking shape. This is THE HUNTER.
Like Lilith, Hunter exists only in Samuel’s head.
Hunter’s out of synch with the slow-motion world, easily makes the ten-foot drop from the roof, lands in-front of Samuel without a word, stock still.
Samuel is baffled, unsure of what to do. His head aches, tinnitus buzzing. Lilith suddenly appears at his side and drags him away toward the entrance of the snack store.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
22.
The college girl drives away, paying no attention to Samuel in the background staggering into the snack shop, bewildered and alone in the real world.
INT. TRUCK STOP - SNACK SHOP - CONTINUOUS
Samuel lets Lilith pull him inside, stops at the window, looks at the gas pumps --
-- Hunter’s in the same spot, staring at Samuel, unmoving.
The CUSTOMERS and CASHIER pay no attention to Samuel. As far as they’re concerned, he’s just a guy looking out the window.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Samuel notices another creepy FIGURE by the pumps, moving out of synch, around the minivan mother and her kids.
A man wearing a colored waistcoat, trousers, suspenders, bow tie, oversized shoes, and a weird hat with bells. WTF?
THE CLOWN smiles at Samuel and waves.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Samuel struggles to process what he sees. Apparently, he’s comfortable having a demon lover and killing people. But these apparitions are too much. He turns away from the window, only to be confronted by --
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
-- A FIGURE in biker leathers, wrapped in shackles, a BDSM lock-down hood covers their face -- This is ROPES.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Samuel stumbles back, knocks over a kiosk. As the cashier yells, Samuel runs out of the store.
EXT. TRUCK STOP - GAS PUMPS - NIGHT
Samuel exits, doesn’t know where to go.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Hunter and Clown move toward him, slow and steady.
Ropes exits the snack store, also coming after Samuel.
Samuel backs away from the terrifying trio, grateful as Lilith appears behind him with supporting hands, whispering in that language we don’t understand:
23.
LILITH (AMHARIC)
(comforts)
Inidemīmet’u āsit’enik’ik’ēhalehu. Beritu. Anega’girache walehu.
Lilith eases Samuel to the ground. He sits on the curb, watching as she flies over to intercept the approaching trio.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
The Truck Stop customers see none of this. Just Samuel alone on the curb, head in his hands.
Samuel clutches his skull, looks at Lilith and the trio as they appear to be having a calm, nonverbal conversation.
BUDDY (V.O.)
Yo, brother. Ya’ll right?
Samuel looks up to see a trucker approach from the store.
BUDDY (50s) carries a bag full of road snacks. He steps in front of Samuel with empathy and concern:
BUDDY
Yuh’ get too high?
Samuel peaks around the legs of the do-gooder to see --
-- Lilith in conversation with the spooky trio.
BUDDY (CONT’D)
I’ve been on my butt too. Gotta drop before you can rise. Three years clean. Know what I’m sayin’?
Samuel looks up at this friendly figure.
BUDDY (CONT’D)
Yuh’ ridin’ with somebody?
-- Hunter, Ropes, and Clown suddenly appear behind Buddy.
Samuel scrambles to his feet, finds Lilith at his back.
Buddy only sees nervous Samuel rise and back away:
BUDDY (CONT’D)
Whoa. Easy. No harm intended.
-- Samuel watches Hunter, Ropes, and Clown part so Buddy can walk away. Lilith whispers something unheard in Samuel’s ear.
24.
EXT. TRUCK STOP - PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS
Buddy isn’t far when Samuel calls after him:
SAMUEL
You offered your hand to me.
Buddy turns back to find Samuel approaching with a wholesome smile, benign, carrying that wrecking bar down at his side.
SAMUEL (CONT’D)
The generous will prosper.
BUDDY
Sounds like you’ve heard the good news, brother. We’ve gotta build each other up.
SAMUEL
Before I can ascend. I must help the weak. Only then will I be free.
Buddy nods and resumes walking. Samuel follows.
BUDDY
Who’re you tryin’ to help?
SAMUEL
Three of the fallen. I can’t get them out of my head. Not until I resolve their unfinished business.
BUDDY
Wounded warriors. Amen, brother. Where’d you serve?
SAMUEL
In Hell.
BUDDY
Thank you for your service.
SAMUEL
Only when they are at peace can I be alone with my queen.
BUDDY
Your queen, huh?
(then)
I gotta run some hogs up to Chandler before I can get home to my old lady.
THEY ARRIVE AT BUDDY’S BIG RIG --
25.
A TRUCK AND CONNECTED TRAILER filled with 500 SNORTING HOGS.
BUDDY (CONT’D)
You’re welcome to ride along. If your nose can take the pain.
SAMUEL
Pain is the forge of a righteous life.
As they move to get aboard, the hogs whine at Samuel, picking-up on the guy’s violent vibes. Buddy doesn’t notice. Too bad.
INT. BIG RIG CAB - PARKED - MOMENTS LATER
Buddy takes the wheel and STARTS THE TRUCK. Samuel settles into the passenger seat, a central console between them.
BUDDY
Once we get rollin’, the odor drifts downwind.
SAMUEL
The innocent care for the needs of the animals, while the kindest acts of the wicked must be punished.
BUDDY
Brother, I respect your dedication. But in my rig, the road’s for singin’, not scripture.
Buddy cues the STEREO, a SPOOKY COUNTRY TUNE called “CREEPIN” by Eric Church. As he sings along to the twang, Samuel glances to the outside mirror on his right --
-- In the reflection, Clown’s sad face is visible, peering through trailer slats. He’s trapped, riding with the pigs.
BUDDY (CONT’D)
(stereo sing-along)
Honeybee beatin’ on my screen door. A little buzz and my head is sore.
-- Samuel watches Hunter’s bulk climb up into position between the truck’s cab and trailer, red eyes shining.
BUDDY (CONT’D)
From my bed I can feel the sun. Lord, I hear the morning come.
Samuel looks ahead as Buddy gets the big rig moving.
26.
-- Ropes peek down into the cab through the windshield, hitching his ride on the roof.
BUDDY (CONT’D)
Shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun, flip of a switch, thief on the run.
-- Samuel is happy to discover Lilith has appeared, perched on the console between him and Buddy.
BUDDY (CONT’D)
Since the day you left me baby, I feel the lonely; I hear the crazy.
-- As the demoness slides into Samuel’s lap, he lovingly strokes her horns, gets cozy for a very odd road trip.
EXT. TRUCK STOP - CONTINUOUS
The big rig drives off. Buddy visible behind the wheel. Samuel on the passenger side. Nobody else aboard.
BUDDY (V.O.)
Just a Creepin', Creepin'
Just a Creepin', Creepin'
INT. REGIONAL AIRPORT - RESTAURANT - NIGHT
After hours. A few CUSTOMERS. Gonzo and Luna at a table, glance at Court, who’s alone in a back booth --
-- cleaning the table with a Clorox wipe. Done, she lays out her CIA ISSUE LAPTOP, HIDE scanner, CIA SMARTPHONE.
Gonzo stares at his tray of fast food, dead body memories kill his appetite. Luna chows on a burger, unaware.
GONZO
That workstation. It wasn’t for comms or data analysis. Was it?
LUNA
No. The deck was wired for real-time input. And airflow control.
Luna stops eating, nervous. They shouldn’t openly discuss classified work. Luna looks over. Did Court hear them?
ACROSS THE ROOM - IN THE BACK BOOTH
Court checks her hair as the laptop scans her biometrics --
-- Identity confirmed. She’s logged in to a CIA network.
27.
Court plugs the HIDE scanner into the laptop --
-- Data imports, ID PHOTOS of Driver, Med-Tech, and Contractor appear on her screen. ID’ as facility personnel.
-- Strange, there is another ID, but the PHOTO is REDACTED. The picture is totally covered. Could this be the prisoner?
-- Court is annoyed the only info under each photo is a TEN DIGIT NUMBER. The screen gives her two options --
-- “REQUEST ACCESS?” or “UPDATE STATUS?”
Court thinks about this for a beat, clicks --
-- “UPDATE STATUS?” And types, “DECEASED”
She regards that long number again and closes the prompt.
ACROSS THE ROOM - AT THE TABLE
Gonzo leans toward Luna, quietly:
GONZO
Remember that bio lab we cleared on Guam? With fiber-lines to a test chamber? Was it like that?
Luna eats and talks:
LUNA
‘Ish. The drug tanks attached were marked for O2 and N2. Nitrous.
GONZO
Could they have been sedating somebody?
LUNA
Depends on the dose. A little in the air would help pass the time.
(re-directs)
It was a Black Site, wasn’t it? That’s why you needed thermite. To erase the evidence.
GONZO
(too quick)
It was servers.
Luna smirks at his inability to lie.
28.
LUNA
(jokes)
Bet it was that alien from the Roswell crash? Last I heard, The Company had him locked-up under Area 51 -- living on cow brains.
Luna waves her burger in Gonzo’s face, he recoils. She laughs until he stifles a retch, bolts for the bathroom. Now Luna is nervous, glances over to meet Court’s hard gaze.
ACROSS THE ROOM - IN THE BACK BOOTH
Court breaks her stare with Luna to regard the laptop --
-- The PHOTOS she took in the cell are on display. The DEAD BODIES and BLOODY WRITING:
ሊሊት
Court highlights the symbols and runs a translation --
-- They identify as Amharic, then English: “LILITH”
Court highlights the word and runs an information search --
-- The screen fills with BACKGROUND CONTENT ABOUT LILITH, an ancient mythological creature. STOCK IMAGES are included, primitive historical depictions of Samuel’s companion.
Court scrutinizes the text, picks out details like --
-- “BIBLICAL FIGURE”, “SHE-DEMON”, “FIRST WIFE OF ADAM”
-- “HER HOUSE SINKS DOWN TO DEATH, AND HER COURSE LEADS TO THE SHADES. ALL WHO GO TO HER CAN NOT RETURN. AND FIND AGAIN THE PATHS OF LIFE. PROVERBS 2:18–19”
As Court reads this, she absently touches her Catholic necklace for comfort, laughs at herself for getting spooked:
COURTNEY
(sotto)
What... the actual... fuck?
Court’s about to disregard all this nonsense when she notices ONE SCRAP OF DATA on her screen --
-- An official CIA document where the only thing that’s not redacted is -- a familiar ten-digit number. The same number that was attached to the ID photos of the dead trio.
Court highlights the number and runs a personnel search --
29.
-- She’s rewarded with a CIA ID PHOTO of a distinguished man in his sixties, “DR. PAUL FOSTER”, “RETIRED”. No more info.
-- “REQUEST ACCESS?” or “UPDATE STATUS?”
Court chooses neither. With her “S5” clearance, she gains access to the CIA’s employee pension and benefits section --
-- types the man’s name and immediately gets his ADDRESS.
Court ponders whether to pursue this. Will she take her own advice to the Ranger about the consequences of curiosity?
ACROSS THE ROOM - AT THE TABLE
Gonzo has rejoined Luna, sips water to get composed:
GONZO
Allergies.
LUNA
What allergies make you barf?
Before Gonzo can respond, Court arrives at the table with her go-bag and packed roller, ready to travel.
LUNA (CONT’D)
Did they call our flight?
COURTNEY
I’m not going straight back. When you get to campus, hold off on the debrief.
GONZO
Even the prelims?
COURTNEY
I just uploaded the relevant details.
GONZO
Okay, so you’re checkin’ on that thing that’s not a thing?
COURTNEY
It’s not a thing. So I’m not checking on it. Go home, sit tight.
LUNA
What if The Director pushes?
30.
COURTNEY
Bennett wants to be kept out of the loop. If anybody gives you a hard time, have ‘em call me.
Court heads off toward ticketing.
LUNA
Servers, huh?
GONZO
Servers. Absolutely servers.
Luna doesn’t push, takes his uneaten French fries.
INT. REGIONAL AIRPORT - TERMINAL - LATER
Court steps from a counter, ticket in hand, scans for her departure gate, notices a TELEVISION at the AIRPORT BAR --
-- ON THE TV, a News Conference in progress. PRESIDENT CRANDALL (60’s) speaks directly to the TV camera:
PRESIDENT CRANDALL (ON TV)
-- stopping your attacks on the mining infrastructure of your country is the noble path.
Excited, Court steps close enough to watch and listen:
PRESIDENT CRANDALL (CONT’D)
Unless you cease-fire and enter peace negotiations within forty-eight hours, The United States will join the efforts of the local military to end hostilities.
Court beams -- Holy shit! She affected U.S. Foreign Policy! With a spring in her step, she moves on:
COURTNEY
(sotto sings, delighted)
Clap along, if you know, what happiness is to you.
Her CELLPHONE BUZZES, sees it’s Ted, answers:
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
‘Cuz I’m happy.
BEGIN INTERCUT:
31.
INT. WHITE HOUSE - WEST WING - NIGHT
Ted’s at his desk. As he talks to Court, he watches his boss, Gail, watching the Press Conference on a TV in her office.
TED
I take it you’re watching.
Court strolls through the terminal:
COURTNEY
(know it all)
Does POTUS really think an ultimatum is gonna do it?
TED
(weary)
Legal needed a couple of days to adjust the language, to clarify the age of in-theater combatants.
COURTNEY
(zero empathy)
All this does is warn the rebels. Gives them time to build-up their defenses. Or make another raid.
TED
It buys them time to stand-down.
COURTNEY
If we don’t get those jets off the assembly line and out to Taiwan, the Chinese will--
TED
Courtney, when those drones start shooting, kids are gonna die!
COURTNEY
Don’t bitch me out for being good at my job!
Ted doesn’t respond, then:
TED
Gail wants you over here next week. For an interview.
COURTNEY
At the White House?
32.
TED
That’s what this was about, right? Showing her what a badass you are?
COURTNEY
I’m not after your job, Ted.
TED
No shit. It’s beneath you. Gail’s the one who should be worried.
Court worries Ted might not support her move:
COURTNEY
Tell her I’m chasing a lead for Bennett. Next week is no problem.
WE SEE Ted’s holding the DOCUMENT he showed Court that morning, the one officially approving their relationship.
TED
I took another look at our relationship approval doc. The section about us being a couple... is no longer relevant.
Ted moves the document toward a nearby PAPER SHREDDER.
END INTERCUT:
INT. REGIONAL AIRPORT - TERMINAL - CONTINUOUS
Court HEARS the SHREDDER, knows what it means. And if she had any doubt, the LINE GOES DEAD without Ted saying “Goodbye.”
Court takes a moment to process how another relationship has fallen prey to her ambition. But next week, she’ll be seeing Gail at the White House. And level-up. Like she always does.
Court continues on with her bags, unshakable.
EXT. INTERSTATE - REST AREA - DAWN
The sky glows as the sun rises above endless forest. The interstate cuts through the trees, traffic almost zero.
A pig wanders across the road. Then another. And another.
Buddy’s Big Rig is parked in a rest area, trailer doors wide. Pigs trickle out of it, amble around the vehicle.
Buddy’s face, eyes wide, mouth agape, head severed. Held in the hands of his propped-up torso. So he can stare at --
33.
-- Samuel standing a dozen feet away, shirtless. His tattooed back on display as he reaches toward the heavens.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Samuel unfurls his wings, lets them flutter. His face fills with waves of ecstasy. He lowers his hands to his waist, where he finds the top of Lilith’s head.
As she fellates him, he strokes her ebony horns. Lilith stops, leans around Samuel, looks toward dead Buddy.
Hunter stands atop the big rig’s cab, targets wandering pigs with laser eyes. Clown juggles bowling pins for the pigs. Ropes paces near the big rig, gestures at Lilith.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Samuel loses his joy rising moment, returns to reality. He buttons his pants and turns from the sunrise to see --
-- Lilith with Hunter, Clown, and Ropes, having one of their silent conversations. They look his way, creepy.
Samuel reacts as Lilith appears at his ear, whispers:
LILITH (AMHARIC)
Mefitihē yifeligali.
Samuel looks at Ropes, who stands apart from the others.
MOMENTS LATER
Samuel has Buddy’s lopped-off head in one hand, shows it to Buddy’s bloody CELLPHONE, in his other.
Buddy’s bloody eyes stare at the phone. The screen wallpaper is a FAMILY PICTURE. The phone recognizes Buddy and unlocks.
Samuel tosses Buddy’s head to the pigs and opens a MAP APP on the phone, thumb types an address, seeking directions.
EXT. SUBURBIA - PAUL’S HOUSE - FRONT YARD - DAY
An Uber drives away, having deposited Court outside a small house at the end of the lane, much deferred maintenance.
Court approaches the house, passes a grimy MINIVAN in the driveway. Its rear windows are filthy and scratched. A frayed paw print bumper sticker, “WHO RESCUED WHO?”
Court notices the rear compartment is fitted with a large cage. Is that a chewed-up teddy bear inside? And a bone?
34.
Court warily approaches the front door, can’t see inside, more filthy windows. She touches the DOORBELL, DING-DONG.
At first, nothing. Then, the distant sound of BARKING DOGS gets louder and louder.
Court peers through the filthy glass to see a pack of MUTTS galloping her way -- WHAM!
Court startles back as FIVE DOGS slam against the door, barking, scratching, desperate to reach her. A MAN’S VOICE:
PAUL (O.S.)
Stop! Out! Out! Heel!
Court sees a SHAPE through the window, calls out:
COURTNEY
Doctor Foster?
Court watches him struggle to control the dogs.
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
I need to ask you some questions.
A FACE appears at the window. We recognize --
DR. PAUL FOSTER (60’s) from Court’s laptop research. A brilliant man, inquisitive. He presents as kind, if sad.
PAUL
Are you with animal control?
COURTNEY
Langley. I’m here from Langley.
Court presses her CIA ID against the glass. Paul double-takes at the sight, a dark memory unbidden. He eyes Court, alert.
INT. PAUL’S HOUSE - FRONT DOOR - MOMENTS LATER
Paul opens the door, interrupts Court talking on her cell phone. She startles, glad that no dogs are attacking.
COURTNEY
(on the phone)
-- Don’t tell Bennett. Call Gail’s office. Get a meeting on the books.
Court hangs up, approaches Paul -- he’s unshaven and gaunt, but keen and confident, dressed for dog wrangling.
35.
PAUL
Don’t you wish the ring of a doorbell gave you that much joy?
Court hesitates, peers into the house, wary.
COURTNEY
Never had time for pets.
PAUL
No goldfish in the second grade?
COURTNEY
We moved around a lot.
PAUL
Well, move on in...
Court hesitates for a beat, then enters.
INT. PAUL’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Court sits on a shabby couch. Blankets protect the leather are covered with dog hair. Flea-market décor.
Paul hands Court a coffee mug, takes an opposing chair. She notices old stains on the mug’s rim, scans for a spot on the cluttered coffee table to ditch it. Notices --
-- a FRAMED PHOTO of Paul as a younger man, wrapped in the arms of his loving WIFE.
Paul chooses his words carefully, tries not to give anything away while subtly probing Court for revelations:
PAUL
Is this about pension and health?
COURTNEY
I work with the Agency’s Directorate of Internal Affairs.
PAUL
I don’t remember The Company having one of those. But human memory is fungible. The older we get, the less you can trust it.
COURTNEY
That’s your area? Memory? Psychology Masters from UCLA. PhD from Stanford. From what I found online, you concentrated on helping the survivors of traumatic events.
36.
PAUL
Still do. The dogs are all rescues. I get ‘em back on their paws with training, love, and treats. Guess which one makes the difference?
(reaches for his glasses)
Could I see your ID again, please?
Court hands it over. Paul scrutinizes the details.
PAUL (CONT’D)
S5 clearance. Callaway sent you?
He watches for Court’s reaction. She plays it straight:
COURTNEY
I’ll be honest with you, Paul. I--
PAUL
Now honesty’s a CIA policy? I must’ve forgotten that one too.
COURTNEY
I don’t know Callaway. But if you’re receiving Agency benefits, I know your NDA’s still in effect. Anything we discuss falls under the policy of keep your mouth shut, or go to jail.
(pointed)
Remember that one?
Paul mimics zipping his mouth shut.
TIME CUT TO:
ON THE SCREEN OF COURT’S LAPTOP, A FAMILIAR IMAGE --
ሊሊት
Paul regards the laptop. It’s turned to face him. Court studies his expression for emotional tells.
PAUL
Was this taken at Hannover Street? In the basement?
Court doesn’t know, and she doesn’t want to let on that she doesn’t know, so she mirrors bits of what Paul says:
COURTNEY
Hannover Street.
37.
PAUL
The bookshop. Where he grew up.
COURTNEY
In the basement.
PAUL
Under the bookstore where Samuel was raised. Where he met Lilith.
COURTNEY
Samuel and Lilith met in the basement of the bookstore.
Paul regards her, bemused:
PAUL
That’s what I said. You’re fishing me for intel with mirrors? A psych PhD. Should I be insulted? Or should you be embarrassed?
Paul studies Court’s face for a reaction. She’s flustered.
PAUL (CONT’D)
You really don’t know what this is about. Do you, Miss Taschler?
COURTNEY
If I did, I wouldn’t be here.
PAUL
That might be the first true statement I’ve heard today.
Court’s not sure what he means, plays it cool.
INT. PAUL’S HOUSE - BASEMENT - LATER
Paul turns on the light, leads Court down the stairs. The room is filled with cardboard FILE BOXES, dust-covered.
PAUL
His parents were members of an occult order, the Children of The Glass Hand. Through various rituals, most of which involved drugs, alcohol, and sex, they tried to commune with the higher powers.
COURTNEY
Do you mean with God?
38.
PAUL
Whatever magical forces would listen. All they ever got for the effort was a hangover and an STD.
Paul locates a file box, pulls out PAPERS, BOOKS, PICTURES.
PAUL (CONT’D)
When their son was born, they decided their prayers had been answered, that he was a vessel for the spirit of an archangel, Samuel.
COURTNEY
There were only three archangels, Michael, Gabriel, and... Raphael.
Paul regards her, intrigued by this response.
PAUL
Lapsed Catholic?
Court puts a hand to her hidden medal, seeks comfort.
COURTNEY
My Mother’s faith.
A beat, Paul doesn’t press.
PAUL
Samuel’s only mentioned in the Apocrypha. Probably isn’t on your mother’s reading list.
Court shakes her head, checks out the old books.
PAUL (CONT’D)
Hidden documents and secret writings. Wild stuff the diocese won’t teach. Perfect for a young boy’s education, if you want him growing up to believe he’s a fallen angel.
COURTNEY
(no way)
He didn’t believe them. Did he?
PAUL
Confined to a basement. No TV, comic books, or movies. What kid wouldn’t buy into being a biblical superhero?
39.
COURTNEY
Why would he write Lilith on a wall, in an ancient language, with blood?
PAUL
You never had a boyfriend carve your name into a tree?
Court stiffens, wary of revealing any more personal info.
PAUL (CONT’D)
When Samuel hit puberty, with the hormones, curiosities, and no internet. Where does a horny kid living in the basement of an occult bookstore go to learn about sex?
Paul passes her a book, “DEMONS, FROM ASMODEUS TO ZUUL.”
COURTNEY
The demonology section.
Court opens the book, sees images of demons from multiple cultures, including historical portraits of Lilith -- one racy image clearly influenced Samuel’s arm tattoo.
PAUL
His parents told him to forget about his imaginary girlfriend and focus on becoming the harbinger of Armageddon.
COURTNEY
How’d that go?
PAUL
Samuel’s rebellion was developmentally appropriate, if a little extreme--
Paul reveals NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS about a fire in an occult bookstore that took the lives of its owners. There’s a GRAINY PHOTO of a young boy in the back of an ambulance.
COURTNEY
(spooked)
Did he cut off their heads?
PAUL
Cut off their heads?
Paul appraises her, indicates the newspaper.
40.
PAUL (CONT’D)
Says here they died in a fire.
Court doesn’t realize Paul is on to her. She’s transfixed by the articles and the pictures.
PAUL (CONT’D)
Miss Taschler, you can’t present that you’re going to be honest with a person, only to get evasive and non-committal. That’s a quick-fire way to lose investigative rapport.
COURTNEY
I’m not investigating. I’m just asking questions. Was Samuel your patient?
PAUL
Callaway’s.
(beat)
Why are you here, Miss Taschler? Why this? Why now? Why Samuel?
(gestures to other boxes)
Why not Ropes? The Clown? Or Hunter? What about them?
COURTNEY
Would they write Lilith on a wall after decapitating three people?
PAUL
They wouldn’t. She only lived in Samuel’s head.
COURTNEY
Then I don’t care about --
(beat)
Lived? She’s not there anymore? Was he cured?
Paul takes a beat, measures his response:
PAUL
There was no cure for Samuel. He was born with a brain abnormality of the amygdala. Likely the result of his parents’ prenatal mixing of LSD and venereal disease.
COURTNEY
The amygdala handles memory?
41.
PAUL
And where faith resides. Where you lock-in what you believe. The sky is blue. The grass is green. My lover is a primordial she-demon, so I’d better do what she tells me.
COURTNEY
Why would this interest The Company?
PAUL
The CIA has a long history of interest in apocryphal ideas. Mind control. Invisibility. Aliens.
COURTNEY
Don’t waste my time.
PAUL
You don’t believe in conspiracies. That’s your amygdala talking.
COURTNEY
Do you know of any current company programs working with Samuel?
PAUL
Now that’d be outside the box, even for the CIA. Samuel killed himself in a psychiatric prison.
(studies her)
Callaway didn’t tell you that?
Court’s surprised, but doesn’t take the bait:
COURTNEY
Thank you for your time, Doctor.
Court turns for the stairs, dismissive, pulls out her cellphone, onto the next thing. Paul calls after her:
PAUL
Before you took that picture, had you ever seen dead bodies?
Court stops in her tracks, confused:
PAUL (CONT’D)
Even if you had, they probably hadn’t been decapitated. And the smell must’ve been overwhelming.
Court comes back to warn him, fierce, controlled:
42.
COURTNEY
If you ever even consider speaking about what we’ve discussed, or whatever speculation is in your head, remember what happens to anyone who betrays The Company.
Paul considers her threat, softens his approach:
PAUL
Secrets are like trauma, Miss Taschler. The longer you deny the truth, the harder it gets to heal and move on.
Court appears unaffected and resumes her departure. When her back is turned, she releases a Yoga exhale, stressed.
EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. - NATIONAL ARBORETUM - PARK BENCH - DAY
Lush gardens. CIA Director Bennett sits on a bench, PHONE to his ear, gazing at the scenery as he listens, then responds:
BENNETT
Not a clue. First I’m hearing. If this Samuel lunatic’s really out there, and The Company had something to do with it, you’d better notify internal tracking.
BEGIN INTERCUT:
EXT. PAUL’S HOUSE - FRONT YARD - DAY
Court’s on her phone, with her bags, waiting for an Uber.
COURTNEY
I was trying to keep the circle as small as possible.
BENNETT
Would’ve been smaller without me.
COURTNEY
It was your tasking order. I’m respecting the chain of command.
BENNETT
Now you want my permission? Christ.
(beat)
Okay, if this Samuel gets picked up, or starts ranting on a street corner about a U.S.
(MORE)
43.
BENNETT (CONT’D)
Black Site, Congress will come after The Company. I’ll contact Ground Branch and have them liaise with you.
COURTNEY
Sir, I’m not sure I’m the right person to follow up on this.
BENNETT
There’s intel about another killing. State Police found a headless corpse at a rest area.
COURTNEY
(doesn’t want it to be)
Are you sure it’s him? Are there marks? Or Lilith symbols?
BENNETT
Doesn’t say. I want you there. Fairfield. Exit Two Eight Seven.
COURTNEY
(worst news ever)
You want me to stay in the field?
BENNETT
If you didn’t want me telling you what to do, why did you call? Oh yeah, to cover your ass.
COURTNEY
I’m better at my desk.
BENNETT
Where you work for me. Where I decide what I’m gonna tell Hannigan when she calls me for a reassignment recommendation.
COURTNEY
Understood, Sir. I’ll order a helicopter from logistics --
BENNETT
Better if you drive with Foster. Find out if he’s holding anything back about his involvement.
COURTNEY
What should I tell him if he doesn’t want to go --
44.
BENNETT
You manipulated the President of the United States into authorizing drone strikes against women and children.
Court keeps quiet, hopes this will go away. Nope:
BENNETT (CONT’D)
Tell him this Callaway person is sending you. We may need a scapegoat. Sooner we set one up, the better my chance of ending up on the golf course. And out of a congressional witch hunt.
COURTNEY
I’d like to avoid that too, Sir.
BENNETT
Your ambition and my cowardice. A match made in heaven.
END INTERCUT:
Court hangs-up, chastened.
EXT. NATIONAL ARBORETUM - PARK BENCH - DAY
Bennett lowers his phone. NOW WE SEE a man on the bench with him, obsessively eating coffee nips, dropping the wrappers.
DOCTOR IVAN CALLAWAY (60s) always appears distracted. A deep thinker. Intellectually entitled. Bundled-up. Confident.
CALLAWAY
(sarcastic)
Thanks for putting my name in the mix, Brad.
BENNETT
Fuck you, Callaway. I took a risk pushing Foster’s intel her way. And if you want to set him up for a fall, she’s gonna need some bait.
CALLAWAY
Can we count on your investigator to make choices that are career-oriented?
45.
BENNETT
If Courtney comes face to face with your guy she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her neck.
CALLAWAY
One of us, then.
Callaway walks toward a blacked-out SUV, where bodyguards are on subtle standby. One of them, JACE (30s), we’ll see again.
Bennett’s annoyed, can’t help picking up Callaway’s wrappers, appalled by the litter.
EXT. PAUL’S HOUSE - FRONT YARD - DAY
Court’s near the minivan, watching Paul load his dogs into the back of a FRIEND’S PICKUP TRUCK. Paul kisses the dogs goodbye, walks to her, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
COURTNEY
Can you spare the time away from your family?
PAUL
Callaway needs me to go... Right?
COURTNEY
That’s right.
Court’s bummed she’s not getting an easy out.
INT. PAUL’S MINIVAN - PARKED - DAY
Paul is behind the wheel, looking at a MAP APP on his old BABBO TECH PHONE. Court’s impatient in the passenger seat:
COURTNEY
Exit Two-Eighty-Seven.
PAUL
I put it in there -- this phone keeps getting slower and slower.
COURTNEY
A new model’s coming out.
PAUL
Why does that matter?
COURTNEY
Babbo Tech designs their phones to wear out. Forces you to buy the new model.
46.
PAUL
(amazed)
My phone’s gaslighting me?
(then)
The guy who runs that company is insufferable. His red turtlenecks and that beard. Textbook narcissist. Borderline sociopath.
Court laughs, genuinely amused by his comment.
PAUL (CONT’D)
You don’t think he comes across like a selfish asshole?
COURTNEY
Asshole diagnosis confirmed. My father only cares about himself.
Paul’s reaction is the same as ours --
-- What the fuck? Court’s dad owns that tech company?
Court realizes she’s over-shared and gets self-conscious. A moment of real vulnerability. The secret that drives her.
Paul clocks her mood shift, before he can dig further the CELLPHONE BEEPS, route calculated.
Court’s relieved as Paul checks out the map app:
PAUL
Down the Twenty-Three to Fairfield. Hmm... takes us close to Deloitte.
COURTNEY
What’s in Deloitte? A connection to Samuel?
PAUL
(processing)
Not to Samuel.
COURTNEY
Then forget it.
Paul STARTS THE VAN. Experimental JAZZ blares from the STEREO. Court turns it down as the drive begins.
EXT. DELOITTE - PIZZA HOUSE - DAY
TO ESTABLISH. A small-town joint for greasy Italian fare.
47.
INT. PIZZA HOUSE - DINING ROOM - DAY
MARJORIE (40s), exhausted, delivers a steamy pepperoni to one table, then turns to find Samuel alone at a four-top. He smiles warmly at the waitress like it’s a family reunion.
SAMUEL
I’m back.
Marjorie doesn’t recognize this weirdo, alone at a big table.
MARJORIE
Need a menu?
SAMUEL
It’s me.
MARJORIE
If you left a big tip. Dicky must’ve swiped it.
Samuel realizes Marjorie doesn’t know him, sags.
MARJORIE (CONT’D)
Dining alone?
Marjorie nods to the other empty seats. Samuel looks at --
-- Lilith beside him, Ropes across the table, beside The Hunter, while Clown prowls around a family at a nearby table.
Samuel looks back as Marjorie dumps a menu:
MARJORIE (CONT’D)
Back in a minute.
Samuel turns to Lilith:
SAMUEL
(Re: Ropes)
Can’t he stay here? With her? We’ll get on the road with Hunter and --
-- Samuel turns to Clown, who lingers by the family. One kid stares at Samuel, wondering who he’s talking to.
Alone at the table, Samuel averts his gaze from the kid.
A local cop, STEVE (30s), enters.
Samuel watches Marjorie greet him with a kiss.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
48.
Samuel stands up quickly, enraged, spreads his wings. Ropes, Hunter, and Clown back him up. Lilith begs him:
LILITH (AMHARIC)
(don’t hurt them)
Ayi! Ayidelemi! Ayidelemi! Atigodu’āchewi! Izīhi āyidelemi!
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Marjorie and Steve find Samuel mad dogging them, alone:
SAMUEL
You broke his heart.
Samuel exits, leaving Marjorie and Steve confused.
EXT. INTERSTATE - DAY
TO ESTABLISH. Paul’s minivan drives in the fast lane.
PAUL (V.O.)
If you need a pit stop, the next exit has services.
INT. PAUL’S MINIVAN - DRIVING - CONTINUOUS
Paul at the wheel. Court’s shotgun, laptop open.
COURTNEY
I’m good for another couple hours.
PAUL
Right. Moved around a lot.
Court ignores him, types on the computer.
PAUL (CONT’D)
Silicon Valley? When your dad was building up Babbo Tech?
(no response)
Becoming one of the richest men in the world. What was that like?
(no response)
A road trip can be a great way to get to know somebody.
Court’s laptop is connected to the CIA’s network. She’s searching for Callaway, Lilith, Samuel, gets nothing:
COURTNEY
When I ran Lilith through Langley’s search, why’d I get your name? If Samuel wasn’t even your patient?
49.
PAUL
DOD had me under contract to research neurological solutions for PTSD and TBI. Treatments to help returning veterans. Get ‘em back to normal after they’d suffered from IED concussions or cranial shrapnel.
COURTNEY
Samuel’s brain damage could help cure other people.
PAUL
(holding back)
Close enough.
Court goes back to her laptop, Paul digs:
PAUL (CONT’D)
I always thought his suicide was a lie. He’d never take his own life.
COURTNEY
Sounds crazy enough to do it.
Paul considers her lack of empathy, then:
PAUL
He was devoted to Lilith. Only if she told him to pull the trigger, maybe he would. Otherwise --
COURTNEY
Come on. He’d kill himself for a demon? That’s completely insane.
PAUL
To you. To him, Lilith was real.
(then)
When our brains are developing, what we learn and see, what we’re told, dictates what we believe. We’re blank slates ‘til we get input that resonates.
(then)
Something inspired you to join The Company. That didn’t just happen.
Court considers this. Maybe for the first time:
COURTNEY
(finds it)
Harriet.
50.
PAUL
A relative?
COURTNEY
A book. Harriet the Spy. I found a copy at McDonald’s outside Barstow. In a ball pit. I must’ve read it a hundred times. Never got carsick.
(then, sad)
My Mother didn’t want me reading anything secular. Thought it’d be a bad influence.
PAUL
How’s she feel about that now, that you’ve turned it into a career?
COURTNEY
We haven’t spoken in years.
PAUL
Your choice or hers?
Court stares into the distance, shutting down the conversation. Paul regards her with empathy -- a road trip can be a great way to get to know somebody.
INT. PAUL’S HOUSE - BASEMENT - DAY
CLOSE ON A PHOTO held in gloved hands. The snapshot of Paul and his late wife at their wedding is -- tossed into a BOX atop other PHOTOS of happier days.
Jace is the guy who tossed it, a Callaway bodyguard. He wears dark fabrics, no visible gun. His HIGH TECH EARPIECE blinks.
Jace drags the box of photos into the center of the room, where another OPERATOR stacks the BOXES of Paul’s research.
Jace reacts to a VOICE in his earpiece:
CALLAWAY (V.O.)
Housekeeping?
JACE
Go ahead.
BEGIN INTERCUT:
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - HALLWAY - DAY
Clinical décor. Callaway walks, talks on his CELLPHONE:
51.
CALLAWAY
Tracking has Foster and Taschler routing West. He may have made a connection to another location. After cleanup, re-stage outside Deloitte.
JACE
Understood. His notes are secured. Do you want them back for analysis?
CALLAWAY
Negative. Sanitize on-site.
JACE
Understood.
END INTERCUT:
INT. PAUL’S HOUSE - BASEMENT - DAY
JACE
(to other operator)
Thermite.
The operator sets a CHARGE among the boxes. Just like the one Court used. As they set the timer, we notice --
-- this guy has a TATTOO on his forearm. A sexy image of Lilith, much like Samuel’s. Could this be a coincidence?
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - OBSERVATION ROOM - NIGHT
Callaway enters a small room filled with HIGH TECH GEAR. An ARMED GUARD and a TECHNICIAN at a CONTROL BOARD face a large glass wall into the ADJACENT LAB --
-- where two ORDERLIES wheel a PATIENT on a gurney into an MRI-like machine called an EPIGENETIC RESONATOR.
INT. MIMETIKA SERVICES - MEMORY LAB - CONTINUOUS
As the patient disappears into the resonator WE SEE --
-- another Lilith tattoo on their arm.
This is definitely more than a coincidence.
EXT. PIZZA HOUSE - NIGHT
Light spills from the dining-room window, then goes dark.
52.
EXT. PIZZA HOUSE - BACK DOOR - NIGHT
Marjorie exits, vapes on her way to a rusty MUSCLE CAR. We expect Samuel to jump out at any moment. She reaches the CAR.
Is Samuel hiding in the backseat? Nope. DEATH METAL blares from the STEREO as she drives away.
INT. MARJORIE’S CAR - DRIVING - NIGHT
Marjorie enjoys the loud music and the muscle car’s loud rumble. She glances at headlights in the rearview. Could it be Samuel following? The lights make a turn. Guess not.
EXT. MARJORIE’S TRAILER - NIGHT
A PIT BULL on a chain, sleeps outside a DOUBLE WIDE. Nobody else lives nearby. The dog perks up as Marjorie parks beside a POLICE CAR. She goes to the dog, gives a rub:
MARJORIE
Didja give Steve a hard time?
As she heads for the trailer, the dog wags, whimpers.
INT. MARJORIE’S TRAILER - NIGHT
Marjorie enters to find --
-- Steve in his cop uniform, tied to a chair, mouth duct-taped, eyes wide in terror.
Marjorie turns to see Samuel, shirt off, holding the cop’s GUN and a TASER -- ZAP!
CUT TO: BLACK
INT. MARJORIE’S TRAILER - LATER
FADE IN:
Marjorie opens her eyes to find her mouth duct-taped and she’s tied to a chair. Samuel punches Steve in the face with the butt of the cop’s gun. DEATH METAL rages from a STEREO.
Samuel notices Marjorie’s agitation, quits beating Steve. Marjorie recoils at his approach. What’s he got in his bloody hand? Thick locks of Marjorie’s freshly shorn hair:
SAMUEL
I always liked your hair short. Kept you ready to party. Less chance of leaving any trace.
53.
Marjorie’s confused, she’s never seen this guy before.
SAMUEL (CONT’D)
Fuckin’ a cop? You always got off ridin’ the flame. Didja show him our souvenirs? Tell about the good old days?
Samuel picks up an ALARM CLOCK and mimics a woman’s voice:
SAMUEL (CONT’D)
Don’t hurt me! Please!
He hits Steve’s head with the clock. Marjorie tape-screams.
Samuel watches Lilith lick the blood on Steve’s head. Then turns to see Ropes point to an OLD BOOK on a nearby shelf.
Samuel picks up the book, mimics a man’s voice:
SAMUEL (CONT’D)
I... can’t... feel... my body.
Samuel smacks Steve in the head with the book. It does less damage, so he hits him a few more times.
Marjorie watches in horror as Samuel next grabs a SNOW GLOBE, mimics the begging of a Vietnamese immigrant:
SAMUEL (CONT’D)
Lee-phan-dong! Chang-pa-wah!
He whacks Steve’s head with the globe, breaks the glass.
SAMUEL (CONT’D)
Whatever the fuck that meant.
Samuel watches Lilith lick bloody Steve, notices Ropes staring into Marjorie’s bleary eyes.
Marjorie looks over at Samuel, nodding as if she finally understands. He RIPS the tape from her mouth. She howls in pain. Samuel leans in close, his manner softening:
SAMUEL (CONT’D)
It’s me, Slice. I missed you.
Only one thing makes sense to Marjorie:
MARJORIE
Were you cellmates?
54.
SAMUEL
(livid)
You think I talked? No fucking way! They kept pushing me to flip. But I would never betray you.
Steve opens a bloody eye, meets Marjorie’s gaze. They realize Samuel has just implicated her in murder.
With Ropes at his side, Samuel explains to Marjorie:
SAMUEL (CONT’D)
I thought you’d be waiting. So I came to tell you it was over. That you should find a new partner. I just wanted you to be happy.
Marjorie only sees Samuel, not:
MARJORIE
Ropes?
Samuel leans close, emotional:
SAMUEL
It’s me, Slice. I’m hitchhiking in this guy’s head like a memory.
MARJORIE
(this guy’s crazy)
Did he ever tell you why I called him Ropes?
SAMUEL
(amused)
‘Cuz I couldn’t tie ‘em for shit.
Marjorie is surprised, hesitates, then -- whips Samuel across the face with a ROPE she’s just escaped from.
As Samuel tumbles back, stunned, Marjorie leaps from the chair, tackles him, batters him with her fists. He blocks defensively, reluctant to fight back.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Samuel sees Lilith crouching at his side, like a boxer’s manager in the ring of a downed champ. She urges him on:
LILITH (AMHARIC)
(fight back)
Meliso mat’ik’ati! Weyimi bech’irashi net ͟s’a mehoni ānichilimi! Meliso mat’ik’ati!
55.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Samuel shoves Marjorie off, gets clear. She comes back at him and they crash into cabinets, BREAKING FURNITURE.
EXT. MARJORIE'S TRAILER - CONTINUOUS
The DOG BARKS at the SOUND of the FIGHT, pulls at its chain, desperately trying to reach the trailer door.
INT. MARJORIE'S TRAILER - CONTINUOUS
Marjorie grabs a TABLE KNIFE, slashes at Samuel. He dodges, gets her off balance, fights back.
Samuel and Marjorie tumble into Steve, knock over the chair-tied cop -- scramble to reach his discarded GUN.
As Samuel crawls, Lilith hovers near it, urging him on.
Marjorie gets the gun first, SHOOTS wildly. Samuel is moving fast so -- a missed shot nails Steve, wounds him.
Lilith and Ropes move with Samuel as he charges Marjorie, wrestles her for control of the gun -- BLAM!
EXT. MARJORIE'S TRAILER - CONTINUOUS
The dog yanks its chain out of the ground, bounds toward the trailer door, leaps against it, trying to get inside.
INT. MARJORIE'S TRAILER - CONTINUOUS
Samuel and Marjorie fight for the gun -- BLAM! She goes limp in Samuel’s arms -- his face fills with anguish, devastated.
EXT. MARJORIE'S TRAILER - CONTINUOUS
The dog abandons the door and we follow it around the back of the trailer, where it CRASHES through a WINDOW to get inside.
INT. MARJORIE'S TRAILER - CONTINUOUS
The dog dashes for Samuel, who’s on the floor. But it doesn’t attack him, whines, approaches, confused --
-- Samuel cradles Marjorie, with Lilith nearby. Ropes is here too, hunched in grief, holding Marjorie’s head.
The dog licks Samuel’s face. On the wall behind them is a SNAPSHOT of Marjorie receiving a puppy on her birthday. It’s the same dog, all grown up. She didn’t remember; the dog did.
56.
Samuel looks back toward Steve, who lies bleeding, still tied to the chair. His eyes flare as Samuel aims the gun at him --
-- Samuel and Ropes look down the barrel of the gun at Steve:
SAMUEL
Nobody fucks my sister but me.
-- BLAM!
EXT. MARJORIE'S TRAILER - NIGHT
Samuel exits, dog at his side. He attaches the dog to its chain and stake, so it can’t leave.
Samuel pats the dog goodbye, heads for Marjorie’s car.
As he walks away, the dog’s vibe suddenly changes. It barks and growls, no longer recognizing Samuel because --
-- Samuel turns back to see Ropes standing beside the dog. The eerie masked figure is silent and still, watching Samuel.
As Samuel turns to the car, WE SEE the dog barking, alone.
INT. MARJORIE'S CAR - PARKED - NIGHT
Samuel slides behind the wheel. Lilith is upfront. Hunter’s in back with Clown.
SAMUEL
One down, two to go.
Lilith stretches her legs across Samuel’s lap.
EXT. MARJORIE'S TRAILER - CONTINUOUS
The dog barks as the car drives into the night.
EXT. RURAL HIGHWAY - DAWN
TO ESTABLISH. Paul’s minivan drives on a two-lane road.
INT. PAUL’S MINIVAN - DRIVING - CONTINUOUS
Court wakes up in the passenger seat, notes Paul at the wheel and the cellphone map is paused, they’re off the interstate:
COURTNEY
Where are we?
PAUL
Outside Deloitte. I’m looking for sixteen twenty. Should be up here.
57.
They spot an AMBULANCE pulling out of a driveway.
EXT. PAUL’S MINIVAN - PARKED AT MARJORIE'S TRAILER - DAY
Court and Paul exit the minivan and walk toward the trailer, its door blocked with police tape. Two new COP CARS are parked beside dead Steve’s. And a TRUCK from animal control.
COURTNEY
The woman who lives here didn’t know Samuel?
PAUL
She was a suspect in another case. The sister of a spree killer. One of Callaway’s patients. Kept his mouth shut, and they had no evidence, but--
Before Court can respond, a SHERIFF moves toward them:
PAUL (CONT’D)
Was it Marjorie Breen?
SHERIFF
You a relative?
PAUL
Was she decapitated?
SHERIFF
(suspicious)
Hell of a question from a random lookie-loo.
Court shows off her ID:
COURTNEY
He’s with me. I’m a Federal Agent.
The Sheriff regards it, confused:
SHERIFF
Central Intelligence? Spies in a minivan. Fake. Get outta here.
COURTNEY
(confident)
Answer his question and we’ll go. Save you the call to Langley.
58.
SHERIFF
Nobody lost their head. I did lose a good officer. And his lady friend. Some kind of torture deal.
Court starts back toward the minivan:
COURTNEY
Not our guy.
PAUL
(to Sheriff)
Do you have a suspect?
SHERIFF
A witness. Problem is nobody around here speaks dog.
(then)
What’s your interest?
Court keeps walking, annoyed:
COURTNEY
Doctor Foster...
PAUL
(calls after her)
What if it’s Samuel?
COURTNEY
You said they didn’t know each other. Let’s go.
A UNIFORMED COP leans out of Steve’s Patrol Car, holds up a small MEMORY CARD as he yells to the Sheriff:
UNIFORMED COP
Steve’s dash-cam was on all night.
The Sheriff and Paul like the sound of that.
PAUL
(calls to Court)
Leave now and we miss the show.
Court stops, annoyed but intrigued.
INT. POLICE STATION - TECH ROOM - DAY
A DESKTOP MONITOR filled with DASH CAM VIDEO -- The view from Steve’s car as it parks near Marjorie’s trailer. Nobody in sight. Just the dog, chained up, barking at the cop car.
59.
POLICE TECH (V.O.)
Time stamps when he goes off shift.
A POLICE TECH controls the VIDEO. Paul and Court stand behind him along with the Sheriff, watch the footage cut off.
POLICE TECH
Comes back on a minute later.
The Tech cues another file -- the screen fills with a new video. Outside of the trailer. The dog is lying back down.
SHERIFF
Must’ve done it remotely.
POLICE TECH
It rolls for six hours.
COURTNEY
(in a hurry)
Scroll to the action.
The Tech SCROLLS the video forward until headlights shine on the dog and the trailer. Marjorie walks into the cam’s field of view. She goes to pet the dog and enters the trailer. The dog settles down. The footage goes back to boring:
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
Scroll-Scroll-Scroll.
The Tech scrolls until the dog pulls at its chain, breaks free, and attacks the trailer door:
SHERIFF
Gets in through the back window.
They watch the dog disappear around the back of the trailer.
Court loses patience, reaches for the scroll wheel, forward:
SHERIFF (CONT’D)
(to Paul)
Is she always this pushy?
PAUL
(Re: Court)
Anger management issues stemming from unresolved childhood trauma.
Court stops scrolling when the trailer door opens, lets it play at normal speed, and they all watch --
-- Samuel exit with the dog, too distant to identify.
60.
SHERIFF
That who you’re lookin’ for?
Paul leans toward the screen, tries to get a good look.
SHERIFF (CONT’D)
Your guy have a history with that dog? ‘Cuz they seem to get along.
COURTNEY
No history. It’s not him. Let’s go.
Paul watches the figure tie up the calm dog. When Samuel walks away from it, the dog goes nuts, barking like mad:
SHERIFF
That’s a change of tune.
The Police Tech freezes the image as Samuel looms large. Paul scrutinizes the on-screen face, disappointed by what he sees:
PAUL
(deflates)
Not our guy.
(to Sheriff)
Sorry to waste your time.
(turns to Court)
I need a pit stop before we --
Paul finds Court staring at the video image in shock. Paul might not recognize Samuel -- But Court does. WTF?
SHERIFF
(to Police Tech)
Get a JPEG off that face, and we’ll put it on a BOLO.
That snaps Court out of it. She yanks the memory card from the PC, the image cuts, monitor fills with an error message:
Before the others have time to engage, Court re-inserts the card halfway into the reader, breaks it into pieces -- SNAP!
SHERIFF (CONT’D)
What the hell’d you do that for?
The Sheriff moves to put Court under arrest. She’s still in a daze, doesn’t fight back:
SHERIFF (CONT’D)
You’re under arrest!
61.
COURTNEY
You can’t do that. I’m a federal agent.
SHERIFF
You destroyed evidence in a murder investigation!
COURTNEY
Federal officers have jurisdiction and authority superseding that of local law enforcement.
SHERIFF
Not in my state!
The Sheriff force marches Court toward the exit:
COURTNEY
(confident, angry)
In every state! Disputing the authority of acting federal officers will result in arrest, litigation, and cessation of federal funding to non-compliant individuals and their supporting municipalities.
PAUL
Let her go, Sheriff.
The Sheriff stops abruptly, backs off Court, bewildered:
SHERIFF
I’m callin’ a Judge.
COURTNEY
States Attorney is the way to go. They’ll take you off the hook.
Court rubs her wrists, tries to regain her composure, looks back at Paul. Before he can ask, she goes for the exit.
SHERIFF
Don’t you wander off!
PAUL
(to the Tech)
Is the image still in memory?
POLICE TECH
(shakes his head)
I was streaming right off the card. It’s gone.
62.
Paul’s disappointed and curious -- Why did Court do that?
EXT. POLICE STATION - DAY
Paul exits to find Court accepting a light for a bummed cigarette. Her hand shakes as she takes a drag to calm down. As Paul steps up, she has trouble facing him:
PAUL
I didn’t recognize the guy who walked out of that trailer, but you did.
Court drags, exhales with a slight cough.
COURTNEY
He was in my class at The Farm.
(then)
Parker. I only know his name because he was always first. Obstacle Course. Shooting Drills. Escape and Evade. Parker wins again. He was a prick about it.
Court forces herself to take another drag.
PAUL
You don’t like losing.
COURTNEY
(I didn’t lose)
I tested smart, so: Analysis. He tested strong: Operations. Different career tracks.
PAUL
You were surprised to see him?
COURTNEY
Yeah, I was fucking surprised! What the fuck was he doing in there?
PAUL
Killing two people.
COURTNEY
(fuck you)
Brilliant diagnosis.
Court takes another drag, gets better at it.
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
I heard the shooters from my class were deployed overseas.
(MORE)
63.
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
But Parker could’ve been a guard at the Black Site. And now he’s hunting Samuel.
PAUL
Samuel had no connection to that address.
COURTNEY
(priorities)
The blowback on this is gonna be massive. I am sooo fucked.
Court takes a deep drag, a hard side-exhale, Yoga power.
PAUL
You need to call Langley. Find out who knows what.
COURTNEY
(apoplectic)
I need to get as far away from this clusterfuck as I can. I’m not even supposed to be here. I have a job interview at the White House. It’s just a formality. I’m getting that fucking job. Gail fucking loves me. ‘Cuz I’m her fucking protégé.
PAUL
Call your “fucking” Director.
COURTNEY
Can’t. I need him to support my transfer. He’s already pissed I brought him into the circle of trust.
PAUL
The Company has one of those now?
Court flicks her cigarette at Paul. He sidesteps.
PAUL (CONT’D)
You identified Parker. That’s breakthrough intel. Tell the CIA who they’re hunting. Take the win.
Off Court, considering her next move.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE - DAY
TO ESTABLISH.
64.
COURTNEY (V.O.)
Sorry for dumping this on your plate. I’m not sure if Oregon was a Black Site or some kind of off-book special program.
BEGIN INTERCUT:
INT. WHITE HOUSE - WEST WING - GAIL’S OFFICE - DAY
Gail has a PHONE to her ear, closes her door, keeping deskbound Ted out of the loop:
COURTNEY
I didn’t know who else to call with the right clearance level.
GAIL
You’re doin’ the right thing, Courtney. We’ll get through this.
Gail returns to her COMPUTER, types. We don’t see her screen, so we can only take Gail’s word for what she’s looking at:
GAIL (CONT’D)
Here he is. Parker. Operations. Deployed to Syria. Yemen. Hurt bad in a Blackhawk crash. Brought stateside for treatment.
COURTNEY
That could be his connection to the Oregon facility.
GAIL
Doesn’t say.
COURTNEY
How about Callaway? Is that name on Parker’s file?
GAIL
I’m not getting total access.
COURTNEY
I only found Foster after I tracked him through pension and health.
GAIL
You didn’t see his file?
COURTNEY
Only that he was retired.
65.
GAIL
There was more to his departure than sixty-five and a gold watch.
END INTERCUT:
The more Court listens, the angrier she becomes.
EXT. POLICE STATION - PARKING LOT - DAY
Paul finds Court removing her BAGS from the minivan.
COURTNEY
(turns on him)
You trashed a DARPA laboratory?
PAUL
Did you talk to Callaway?
COURTNEY
I don’t know Callaway! Nobody knows Callaway! You’re lucky you got fired. I would’ve locked you up.
Court’s done, uses her phone to order an Uber. Paul tries to get her attention with an emotional revelation:
PAUL
Callaway was running a duplicate facility. Using my drug protocols. My interview procedures. He built an epigenetic resonator. But wasn’t using it to repair and rebuild memories. He was replacing them.
Court is un-affected by his passion, checks her app:
COURTNEY
Silver Prius. 455WTZ. Javier.
PAUL
Callaway was interviewing convicted killers. All with brain abnormalities. Using their backgrounds to create full audio-mimetic profiles for upload.
COURTNEY
(doesn’t care)
Those words mean as much to me as fungible.
Court track’s the Uber on her phone.
66.
PAUL
Callaway was using my work to create programmable assassins.
COURTNEY
(pissed at this idiot)
First, no fucking way is that real. Second, it’s the CIA. What did you think they would--
PAUL
I was trying to save my wife!
That gives Court pause -- He did it for love?
PAUL (CONT’D)
Nobody else would give me the money and the tech and the legal freedom to run human trials.
COURTNEY
(disgusted)
You made a deal with the devil to experiment on your own wife.
Paul sees the revulsion in her eyes, tries for empathy:
PAUL
Her life had been traumatic. She had dark thoughts. It didn’t matter what I said. What her therapist said. What drugs. The voice was always there. Inside her head. Telling Marilyn she wasn’t worthy of living.
Court tries to understand:
COURTNEY
You wanted to remove her bad memories?
PAUL
I wanted to put another voice inside her head. To remind her she was loved. Tell her not to give up.
Court’s caught up in Paul’s story. They both notice a silver Prius slow on the other side of the street and U-Turn.
PAUL (CONT’D)
I broke into Callaway’s lab with Marilyn. To use the resonator.
(MORE)
67.
PAUL (CONT’D)
But security found us before I could finish the upload.
(then)
The Company held me for debriefing, six months. I wasn’t there with her. To stop her, so...
(Marilyn killed herself)
After she was gone, Callaway told me the program was a failure. That he was shutting it down. Let me go as an act of... mercy.
That Prius slows, UBER DRIVER calls:
UBER DRIVER
Courtney?
Court waves. The car stops, she goes for it with her bags:
COURTNEY
Doctor Foster, I’m sorry that happened to you. Please remember you are not to speak of these events to anyone. Ever.
Paul can’t believe Court’s abandoning their mission:
PAUL
We need to find Parker.
COURTNEY
My Director called Ground Branch. They know who they’re looking for.
Court loads her bags into the trunk:
PAUL
Do they? Parker’s not just Parker. He’s got Samuel in his head. Ropes too. Why not Hunter? And that pedophile, The Clown.
Court closes the trunk, moves to get in the car.
PAUL (CONT’D)
Soon as you leave the field, you go from bein’ a player to a pawn.
Court hesitates, doesn’t like the sound of that:
COURTNEY
How so?
68.
PAUL
If Ground Branch finds Parker before he kills again or shows up on CNN, you keep your job, maybe.
COURTNEY
They’ll find him.
PAUL
If he goes public, The Company will need someone to blame. Are you ready to be their face of failure?
Court understands Paul’s trying to manipulate her deep-rooted hatred of being perceived as a loser. As she gets in the car:
COURTNEY
Ground Branch has all the intel.
Paul holds the door, buys another moment to sow doubt:
PAUL
Why weren’t they at the trailer?
(then)
They don’t know what I know.
Court regards him, listens to her own little voice. Is it telling her to get the hell out of here? Or double-down?
EXT. MARJORIE’S CAR - DRIVING - DAY
Samuel drives the empty car, windows down, cruising:
COURTNEY (V.O.)
Does Parker know that he’s Parker?
PAUL (V.O.)
Better for you if he does. Ground Branch will be watching anyone connected to that identity.
INT. MARJORIE’S CAR - DRIVING - DAY
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Samuel smiles, hands on the wheel. Lilith leans against him, licks his face, strokes him with her hands and tail.
COURTNEY (V.O.)
The victims at the Black Site and the Rest Area had decapitations. Samuel’s M.O.
69.
PAUL (V.O.)
When I was in Callaway’s lab I saw upload files for three other identities. All killers who died in federal custody.
In the back seat, The Clown gets off on the show. Hunter looks out the window, ignoring the make-out session.
EXT. GAS STATION - PAUL’S MINIVAN - DAY
Paul fills the tank. Court’s in the front seat on her laptop:
COURTNEY
Do you think Parker has all of their voices in his head?
PAUL
Ropes was the trailer connection.
COURTNEY
So, he’s being told where to go.
PAUL
Or following their memories.
COURTNEY
To where? Samuel killed his family and burned down the house. Parker just killed Ropes’ sister.
PAUL
Far as I know, she was all he had.
COURTNEY
How do we know which memory or identity will take the lead?
INT. MARJORIE’S CAR - DRIVING - DAY
Clown sits in the backseat, looks out the window:
PAUL (V.O.)
Gary Paulson was a Gacey wannabe. Preyed on runaways. Picked ‘em up in train yards and bus stations across the Pacific Northwest.
Clown looks over to Lilith, now in back with him. He scoots toward her with lascivious intent. She doesn’t notice.
COURTNEY (V.O.)
The Black Site was in Oregon. Now they’re East. Going to his family?
70.
PAUL (V.O.)
There’s none that I know of.
Samuel’s behind the wheel, sees what’s happening via REAR VIEW MIRROR. His recognition triggers Lilith to WHIP Clown with her tail. Clown retreats, chastened.
COURTNEY (V.O.)
What about Hunter?
As Lilith strokes Samuel’s hair from behind, we see Hunter’s taken her place in the passenger seat. The dominant identity:
EXT. GRIFFO’S GUN SHOP - PARKING LOT - DAY
Samuel drives Marjorie’s car into the lot, alone.
PAUL (V.O.)
Jack Wendover. Lost his family too.
COURTNEY (V.O.)
Did he kill them?
PAUL (V.O.)
Car accident. Put into foster care. He grew up to be a bad Boy Scout.
Samuel parks, regards the front of the store.
INT. PAUL’S MINIVAN - GAS STATION - DAY
Paul gets behind the wheel, pulls ROAD SNACKS out of a bag. Passes some FUNIONS over to Court as she studies her laptop.
PAUL
Killed Park Rangers, Logging Personnel, Campers. Used a hunting rifle. He was upset about--
COURTNEY
Motive doesn’t matter. Just where.
INT. GRIFFO’S GUN SHOP - DAY
Hunting trophies. Display cases filled with GUNS. A SALESMAN behind the register talks to Samuel.
PAUL (V.O.)
Alleghany Backwoods.
COURTNEY (V.O.)
Virginia. That’s not too far.
71.
The Salesman points Samuel to a section where TAXIDERMY SUPPLIES are on display. On a nearby wall, framed pictures of dead game animals, proud hunters posing for the camera.
PAUL (V.O.)
He doesn’t have any family.
Samuel steps toward the photos for a closer look --
-- A FRAMED PHOTO of a smiling BOY SCOUT (10), with GRIFFO (30s), a heavy-set shooter in cammo and a backwoods beard.
COURTNEY (V.O.)
Who taught Hunter how to shoot?
-- It’s not Samuel’s face reflected in the glass frame, but Hunter’s ghillie mask, red eyes shining on Griffo.
PRELAP: BANG!
EXT. ALLEGHANY FOREST - VALLEY - DAY
A GUNSHOT echoes over rolling hills, thick with green trees.
EXT. ALLEGHANY FOREST - HUNTING TRAIL - DAY
A FIGURE on the move, RIFLE in hand, BOOTS CRUNCHING. It’s Griffo, older, now in his sixties, beard trimmed by half.
He arrives at a DEAD DEER, admires his shot. Then looks around, scanning. Is somebody watching him? He sees no one.
EXT. WAL MART - PARKING LOT - DAY
Paul takes Court’s GO-BAG from the minivan, passes it out to her. He locks the van, and they walk toward a MATTE BLACK HELICOPTER that’s landed in the parking lot, blades spinning.
EXT. ALLEGHANY FOREST - FIRE ROAD - DAY
VIEWED THROUGH THE TREES -- Griffo rides an ATV, dead deer strapped across a back rack.
EXT. ALLEGHANY FOREST - HUNTING CABIN - SUNSET
VIEWED FROM A DISTANCE -- Griffo rides toward a single-story CABIN. A garage door opens remotely. He drives inside.
INT. HUNTING CABIN - GARAGE - CONTINUOUS
Griffo parks the ATV and gets to work on removing the deer, then remembers to hit the remote and shut the garage door.
72.
As it rolls down, Samuel appears out of nowhere and enters. He’s dressed in hunting regalia. He calls to Griffo over the garage door rattle:
SAMUEL
Lemme give you a hand.
Griffo’s caught off balance by the approaching stranger:
GRIFFO
Where’d you come from?
Griffo stops the door from going down. Samuel doesn’t slow:
SAMUEL
Swung by the shop. Pete said you came up here for one last kill.
(Re: wound on the deer)
Behind the shoulder. One-third up from the belly line. Lungs, heart, artery. Whoo-boy. You still got it.
GRIFFO
You in the Whitetail Club?
SAMUEL
Not for a while. You still goin’ to Mexico? Huntin’ for your doves?
Griffo takes a beat, notes his rifle on the opposite side of the ATV, and a HANDGUN on a distant counter. No easy choice:
GRIFFO
Quail.
SAMUEL
From Sonora? Not what I remember.
GRIFFO
I don’t remember you.
SAMUEL
You will.
Samuel removes the rifle from the ATV. Griffo bolts for the handgun. Samuel calmly chambers a load and SHOOTS Griffo in the back, upper left, drops him to the floor.
GRIFFO
Son of a bitch! You shot me!
Samuel approaches the wounded man.
73.
SAMUEL
Nothin’ up there matters.
Samuel grabs a leg, drags Griffo toward the inner door.
INT. HUNTING CABIN - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Samuel drags Griffo toward a bookcase, with very few books.
GRIFFO
I’m bleedin’ out!
SAMUEL
Wah-Wah-Wah...
Through his pain and panic, Griffo watches in disbelief as Samuel opens a hidden door in the bookcase. How’d he know that was there? Samuel drags Griffo into the darkness.
INT. HUNTING CABIN - TAXIDERMY ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Samuel turns on the lights. The walls are lined with department store mannequins wrapped in... animal hide?
Samuel drags Griffo toward a TABLE for cleaning game. There’s a BAND SAW configured to clean, gut, and flesh-strip people.
A prisoner CONTAINMENT CELL at the room’s far side. The WOMAN inside is emaciated but alive. Call her -- STOLEN DOVE (20s).
SAMUEL
(to Griffo)
That’s no Quail.
STOLEN DOVE (SPANISH)
Por favor! Dejame ir! Dejame ir!
GRIFFO
Take her! I won’t tell! Take her!
Repulsed by the offer, Samuel kicks Griffo’s wound.
GRIFFO (CONT’D)
What do you want?!
SAMUEL
To be with Lilith.
(squats beside Griffo)
Jack wants to thank you for taking him under your wing after his parents died. For the other stuff, he’s gonna make you pay.
Griffo stares into Samuel’s eyes, confused and terrified.
74.
EXT. ALLEGHANY FOREST - RURAL ROAD - NIGHT
Marjorie’s car parked on the shoulder of an empty road near a dirt driveway. Muffled ROTOR noise of a distant HELICOPTER.
INT. MATTE BLACK HELICOPTER - HOVERING ABOVE - CONTINUOUS
ON A MONITOR, NIGHT VISION IMAGES of the car from above.
Court and Paul in back, wearing HEADSETS, regard the images.
COURTNEY (HEADSET)
Put it down on the road.
Paul watches nervously as Court enters a code into a keypad, opens a LOCKBOX on the floor that’s packed with GUNS.
EXT. ALLEGHANY FOREST - RURAL ROAD - NIGHT
Court and Paul advance up the driveway with HANDGUNS. Behind them, the black helicopter sits on the road, blades slowing.
Paul hustles to catch up with Court, whispers:
PAUL
Do you have a plan?
COURTNEY
Don’t shoot me in the back.
PAUL
The Pilot said the police will be here in twenty--
COURTNEY
That’s why we need to get Parker before they show up.
Paul is taken-aback -- Does she mean to kill Parker?
PAUL
Get him? Do you mean capture him?
Court ignores him, approaches the dark cabin, scared. She tries to remember how to hold a gun. One hand? Two? She’s startled when a FIGURE dashes out of the house --
Court and Paul aim their guns at the woman --
STOLEN DOVE (SPANISH)
¡Ayudame por favor! ¡El diablo vive dentro! ¡El diablo está ahí!
75.
COURTNEY
(lowers gun, whispers)
Shh. Shh. Quiet.
Paul tries to comfort the woman:
PAUL
Okay. Okay. You’re safe.
(to Court)
I’ll take her down the hill. Come back with us.
Court watches Paul start back with the woman. They HEAR a blood-curdling SCREAM from inside the house. Court hurries toward the cabin, terrified, gun braced with both hands.
INT. HUNTING CABIN - TAXIDERMY ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Griffo strapped to the cleaning table, woozy from loss of blood, watching in terror as Samuel moves the saw close.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Lilith floats in the air, wings spread. Clown inspects the mannequins. Hunter stands beside the table, shining his red eye lights on Griffo’s hand. Samuel lines up the saw --
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Samuel activates the SAW -- its WHINE covers Griffo’s scream.
INT. HUNTING CABIN - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Court enters, low, gun leading the way, shaking. Light spills from the open door in the bookcase. She approaches, sees --
-- Griffo on the table. Samuel repositions the saw, his back to Court.
Court’s gun shakes, she leans against the bookcase doorframe, steadies her gun, aims at Samuel’s back. Yoga breathing --
-- Griffo sees Court in the doorway:
GRIFFO
Shoot him!
Samuel ducks just as Court FIRES. A miss.
Court charges into the room, panic SHOOTING --
76.
INT. HUNTING CABIN - HIDDEN ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Court enters, SHOOTS toward Samuel as he dives for cover on the other side of the cleaning table.
Court’s too far into the room to go back. She advances toward the table, searches for an angle.
Without giving her a shot, Samuel turns on the saw, knocks it over so the blade buries into Griffo.
Court flinches as blood sprays from dying Griffo. Distracted as Samuel runs for the door. She FIRES, but he gets out.
INT. HUNTING CABIN - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Samuel comes out of the bookcase door, almost runs into --
-- Paul, gun ready:
PAUL
Parker!
Samuel reacts to the name, stops in his tracks.
Court enters, gun on Samuel, pulls the trigger -- CLICK. She scrambles to reload.
Paul is shocked that Court was going to execute Samuel. He’s not sure how to react as Samuel advances on him:
PAUL (CONT’D)
I don’t want to hurt you.
SAMUEL
(curious)
Who’s Parker?
Court fumbles to load her gun, out of practice:
COURTNEY
(to Paul)
Shoot him!
Paul can’t do it:
PAUL
Let me help you.
Samuel snatches Paul’s gun, SHOOTS him in the upper right chest. When Paul drops, Samuel turns to shoot Court --
She’s finally reloaded, SHOOTS at him. He FIRES back and runs into the garage.
77.
Court checks Paul, he’s alive. She advances on the door to the dark garage, scared. Court doesn’t want to go in there. She hears the ATV STARTING UP and makes her move --
INT. HUNTING CABIN - GARAGE - CONTINUOUS
Court enters only to get blinded by the ATV’s HEADLIGHT, SHOOTS anyway as the ATV reverses out of the garage door. Court watches it race away into the night. She’s defeated.
EXT. PUBLIC HOSPITAL - DAY
TO ESTABLISH.
INT. PUBLIC HOSPITAL - PRIVATE ROOM - DAY
Paul sleeps in a hospital bed, connected to an IV and monitoring equipment. He opens his eyes to find --
Court stands at a sink and mirror, wipes Griffo’s dried blood off her face, sees Paul awake behind her, goes to him:
COURTNEY
No organs. No arteries. You’re going to be fine. But you lost a lot of blood. I had the chopper bring you to a public hospital. It was the quickest way to get you taken care of.
PAUL
(weak)
Harriet the Assassin.
Court’s stung by his remark, watches Paul mimic zipping his mouth shut. She gets up and starts for the door, turns back:
COURTNEY
(explains herself)
Harriet didn’t kill anybody. She spied on her friends. Posted embarrassing secrets at school. They forgave her in the end.
PAUL
Because she did the right thing?
Court is slow to respond, considers her own choices.
COURTNEY
(conflicted)
It’s a kids’ book.
78.
TED (V.O.)
Court? Courtney?
Court reacts, goes to the door to see Ted coming her way. Behind him, we recognize Jace and two Mimetika Operators.
INT. PUBLIC HOSPITAL - SMALL CHAPEL - DAY
A stained-glass Virgin Mary behind Court and Ted:
TED
Wait, who escaped from the Black Site? Samuel? Or Parker?
COURTNEY
Parker. The others are in his head.
TED
Like an imaginary friend?
COURTNEY
That’s what Foster wanted. To create a little voice that tells you what to do, even if your morals and your instincts and whatever emotional baggage you carry are tellin’ you the opposite.
Ted stares at her, wonders:
TED
How did your little voice let you go off the rails?
COURTNEY
Bennett had me against the wall. I told Gail what --
TED
You fucked up. Gail’s pissed.
COURTNEY
(righteous)
Why? Because I was doing my job? Risking my life to protect The Company?
TED
(laughs at her)
Whatever it takes.
Court’s instinct is to argue, but she’s too tired.
79.
EXT. PUBLIC HOSPITAL - LOBBY ENTRANCE - DAY
Court and Ted exit to see Paul, dressed, being helped out of a wheelchair and into an SUV by one of the Operators.
COURTNEY
(genuine)
Is he okay to travel?
As Ted walks toward a second SUV to confer with Jace, Court goes to help Paul.
Court arrives to see the strong Operator has everything under control. She makes eye contact with Paul, follows his gaze --
-- down to the Operator’s bare arm and -- a Lilith tattoo.
Court steps back, shocked. The Operator closes the door.
Court moves to join Ted, only to notice the guy he’s talking to, Jace -- also has a Lilith tattoo.
Court’s stunned, unclear what to do. Ted comes back to her:
TED
The team’s got a hot lead. While they chase it down, we’re staying local overnight.
Ted misinterprets the shock on Court’s face:
TED (CONT’D)
Three stars aren’t your thing. Get over it. It’s one night.
Court doesn’t respond.
INT. HOTEL - SEVENTH FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY
Court and Paul are alone, watching Ted remove the LANDLINE PHONES from their adjoining rooms. Court’s got her laptop bag over her shoulder. Paul leans against the wall for support.
TED
(calls out)
You’re on lockdown. Operational protocol’s in effect. Don’t speak to anybody. Don’t leave your rooms.
Paul picks his moment to conspire with Court:
PAUL
They’re not with Ground Branch. They’re part of Callaway’s program.
80.
COURTNEY
You don’t know that. Shooters always have scary ink. Part of the badass vibe.
Ted exits the rooms, gently tosses the landlines into his room across the hall. He motions for Paul to enter the adjoining room he just cleared:
TED
In for the night. Zero outside contact. And take your antibiotics.
Paul shares a last look with Court, enters the room. After Ted shuts the door, he turns to Court:
TED (CONT’D)
I need your cellphone.
Court notices Ted looks upset -- About their relationship?
TED (CONT’D)
You’ll get it back in the morning.
Court hands over the phone, enters her room.
INT. HOTEL - COURTNEY'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
When Court gets through the door, Ted pulls it halfway --
TED
(can’t look at her)
I’m sorry.
He closes the door. After a beat, Court tosses her go-bag to the bed and continues to the window, ponders her next move.
EXT. TREE LINE - ACROSS FROM THE HOTEL - DAY
VIEWED FROM A DISTANCE -- Court’s barely visible in the window of her room on the seventh-floor. Watched by --
-- Samuel’s in cover, identifying Court’s room.
He looks away from Court, down to the hotel’s playground, where Lilith is having a nonverbal chat with Clown. When they look his way, Samuel looks back to Court’s room. She’s gone.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Lilith appears behind Samuel.
LILITH (AMHARIC)
Mehēdi ālebini.
81.
SAMUEL
He called me Parker.
Lilith caresses Samuel with her hands and tail.
LILITH (AMHARIC)
Simihi samu’ēli newi. Anite ye’inē tewedaji nehi. Lezelalemi ābireni inihonaleni.
Samuel looks over at Clown, who enjoys the swing set.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Samuel hides alone, watching the hotel, ominous.
INT. HOTEL - COURTNEY'S ROOM - NIGHT
Court has her LAPTOP open, looks into the WEBCAM as she logs in to her CIA account --
-- ACCESS DENIED.
She adjusts her hair and straightens up, tries again. Another rejection. And another. Court closes the laptop, frustrated.
INT. HOTEL - PAUL’S ROOM - NIGHT
Paul takes a few alcohol MINI BOTTLES from the minibar. On the bed, he washes down an antibiotic with vodka, lies back. Paul’s in physical pain and existential crisis. Lights out.
INT. HOTEL - COURTNEY'S ROOM - NIGHT
Court arches up into a Yoga Cobra, regards CABLE NEWS on TV. No sound. She reads the captions: “AIRSTRIKES IN MADAGASCAR”
Court quits Yoga, sits on the bed, transfixed by a PENTAGON BRIEFING with aerial footage of a drone strike --
-- grainy images of the weapon hitting a target are replaced by on-the-ground video footage of a hospital near the attack.
Court watches civilian victims get treatment for injuries. She reads the captions, including -- “TERRORIST TARGETS”
Court’s upset, rubs her Mary Medal, knows she made this happen. These last few days have pushed her to the emotional edge. If only she had someone to talk to.
Court unzips a side pocket on her go-bag, pulls out the brand new Babbo Tech cellphone, unwraps it.
82.
EXT. HOTEL - UTILITY AREA - NIGHT
Using darkness for cover, Samuel approaches several large AIR CONDITIONING UNITS, scrambles atop one, then up to a wall, then onto the balcony of a first-floor guest room. He scales the outside of the hotel via the balconies.
INT. HOTEL - COURTNEY'S ROOM - NIGHT
Court places a call on her new BABBO PHONE, watches the airstrike reports, listens to the RING... RING... RING... She’s surprised when the phone’s answered by a YOUNG BOY:
YOUNG BOY (V.O.)
Hello from Dad’s phone.
COURTNEY
(this was a bad idea)
Is your father there?
YOUNG BOY (V.O.)
Who can I say is calling, please?
COURTNEY
Courtney.
YOUNG BOY (V.O.)
Your name ends with a “Y.” That means you can’t say it without smiling. I’m smiling, Courtney.
(no response)
Courtney?
COURTNEY
Yes.
YOUNG BOY (V.O.)
Do you have a last name?
COURTNEY
Your father knows me.
YOUNG BOY (V.O.)
(yells)
Dad! Courtney’s on the phone!
(back to her)
I tried not to smile that time. It can’t be done. Bye!
Court listens to a muffled conversation:
YOUNG BOY (V.O.)
Can I keep doing Lego?
83.
COURTNEY’S FATHER (V.O.)
Get ready for bed.
YOUNG BOY (V.O.)
We can’t read if you’re not there.
COURTNEY’S FATHER (V.O.)
See how far you can get without me.
Court considers hanging up, then:
COURTNEY’S FATHER (V.O.)
Hello.
COURTNEY
(vulnerable)
I hate you.
It takes a beat to get a response:
COURTNEY’S FATHER (V.O.)
Is your mother all right? Is that why you’re calling?
COURTNEY
She’s fine. At St. Mary’s. After you, God was the only one who measured up.
COURTNEY’S FATHER (V.O.)
(ignores the dig)
Do you like the new phone? I told them to bevel the glass on the --
COURTNEY
You send me all this shit. Never on my birthday. Do you even know when I was born?
COURTNEY’S FATHER (V.O.)
(he doesn’t)
New products release in the Spring.
COURTNEY
(fuck you)
October twenty-third.
(then)
Why did you let her take me?
COURTNEY’S FATHER (V.O.)
I wanted you to get strong. To learn what you’re capable of. To find your power without my help.
84.
COURTNEY
So, it was a plan. For my own good. Written on a whiteboard somewhere.
COURTNEY’S FATHER (V.O.)
My therapist says it was my subconscious motivation--
COURTNEY
Wait, this is what your therapist says your motivation was?
COURTNEY’S FATHER (V.O.)
I’m not embarrassed to be in therapy.
(embarrassed)
The board felt my public image needed softening. That I was coming across in the media like --
COURTNEY
A smug, self-centered asshole.
Court hears what sounds like ANOTHER PERSON in the room with her Father, MUFFLED WHISPERS, a WOMAN? Then:
COURTNEY’S FATHER (V.O.)
(false)
I’m proud of you, Courtney.
COURTNEY
The thought of you smiling right now is too fucking much.
Court HANGS UP and hurls the phone at the TV. It bounces off, leaving Court to stare at more AIRSTRIKE NEWS, alone.
EXT. HOTEL - BALCONIES - NIGHT
Samuel climbs from one balcony to the next, getting higher. He doesn’t notice an OBJECT hovering in darkness behind him.
A small quad-copter, SURVEILLANCE DRONE, rises, tracks Samuel’s progress up the outside of the building.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - OPS ROOM - NIGHT
A NIGHT VISION IMAGE of Samuel’s climb fills a MONITOR. A TECH OFFICER manages the controls. Callaway watches nearby.
EXT. HOTEL - BALCONY - NIGHT
Samuel pulls himself onto a seventh-floor balcony, goes to the sliding door, breaks in, quietly.
85.
INT. HOTEL - PAUL'S ROOM - NIGHT
Paul sleeps on the bed beside a pile of mini-bar empties. He wakes in darkness to find Samuel on the edge of his bed:
PAUL
(scared)
Parker...
SAMUEL
She calls me Samuel. Ever since I was a boy. You called me Parker... that felt... familiar.
PAUL
You hear Lilith... in your head?
SAMUEL
She’s always with me.
Samuel looks up at Lilith hovering in the air, fangs bared.
Paul sees only Samuel, smiling at the ceiling.
PAUL
Is she the only one?
Samuel glances across the room, where Clown waits, patient.
SAMUEL
There’s one more left. He says he’ll leave us alone. If I do what he wants.
(to Paul)
I don’t want to do what he wants.
PAUL
Is it Gary?
SAMUEL
For a Clown. He’s not very funny.
PAUL
I can get him out of your head. I’m a Doctor. I know how they --
SAMUEL
(a fuzzy memory)
Are you from Mimetika? With Doctor Callaway? He said he was trying to help me. He lied.
86.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - OPS ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Callaway watches Samuel via drone feed, orders over comms:
CALLAWAY
Housekeeping, green light.
INT. BLACK HELICOPTER - FLYING - CONTINUOUS
Jace and four Operators are geared up for battle:
JACE
Understood. Greenlight.
INT. HOTEL - SEVENTH FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
Court exits her room, goes to Ted’s door, knocks. No answer. Tries again. Nope. She’s about to go back to her room, then --
-- back to Paul’s door, knocks. After a beat, she hears the other side, UNLOCK. The door opens slowly, through it --
-- In the closet mirror, Court spots Samuel on the other side. Court shoves the door inward, SLAMS it into Samuel.
INT. HOTEL - PAUL'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Court forces her way into the room. Again SLAMS the door against Samuel. He attacks -- she reverses the move.
COURTNEY
Parker!
Parker doesn’t respond -- counters her move and attacks! Court’s only chance to survive is convincing him to stop:
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
Parker! It’s me! It’s Tasch!
That snaps Parker out of it -- he regards her, confused. Part of him recognizes her -- even then, it makes no sense:
SAMUEL
Tasch? Why did you try to kill me?
COURTNEY
No!No!No! I want to help you.
SAMUEL
That doesn’t sound like something you would do.
Before Court can object --
87.
-- The ROAR of a HELICOPTER outside the building. The room is bathed in a bright white spotlight. THREE OPERATORS CRASH through the window on fast ropes.
-- Court and Paul dive flat as Jace and the other two Operators OPEN FIRE. Samuel dive rolls out the door --
INT. HOTEL - SEVENTH FLOOR HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Samuel is confronted by a pair of OPERATORS, guns up.
Samuel grabs one guy, reverses their gun, SHOOTS the other, disables the first. Now Samuel has a gun, sprints away.
INTERCUTTING:
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - OPS ROOM - NIGHT
Callaway watches the action on MONITORS, from CAMERAS on the operators, drone, and orbiting helicopter.
INT. HOTEL - PAUL'S ROOM - NIGHT
Court and Paul are dazed as Jace and the operators charge past them and into the hallway after Samuel.
PAUL
(to Court)
It was a trap.
Before she can respond, Ted calls to them from the hallway.
TED
We need to go!
INT. HOTEL - SEVENTH FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
Court and Paul follow Ted, run for the opposite stairwell. As Court follows, she notices Ted’s fully dressed:
COURTNEY
You knew they were coming.
TED
No.
COURTNEY
You don’t sleep in your clothes.
TED
Neither do you.
88.
Ted opens a stairwell door, motions them through. Court and Paul move past him, start down the stairs. Ted hangs back, listens to a VOICE IN HIS EARBUD:
CALLAWAY (V.O.)
Get them to the lobby. Housekeeping will take care of the rest.
Ted is uncomfortable with his role, follows.
INT. HOTEL - WEST STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Samuel hurries downstairs, exchanges GUNFIRE with Jace and the pursuing operators.
An operator bursts from a door below. Samuel grabs them, throws them over the railing. They plummet several floors.
Samuel avoids FIRE from above, SHOOTS back as he sprints through the landing door and down the hallway.
Jace and two operators arrive on the landing in pursuit.
JACE
Target’s on the fourth floor.
INT. HOTEL - EAST STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Paul’s wound and weakness slow his pace. Court tries to help him. As Ted catches up:
COURTNEY
We were bait.
(no response)
The shooters have Samuel’s tattoo. They’re in the same program --
TED
They’re on our side! Go! I’ll watch our backs!
Court’s not happy, keeps moving ahead with Paul. Ted slows, sets them up to be killed when they exit the lobby.
INT. HOTEL - FOURTH FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
Samuel SHOOTS at his pursuers, then SHOOTS the lock of a guest room door and disappears inside.
Jace and his guys race to the door, stack up for entry.
89.
INT. HOTEL - FOURTH FLOOR GUEST ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Jace and his guys enter to find a BUSINESSMAN cowering in bed and the balcony slider open. They push forward.
EXT. HOTEL - FOURTH FLOOR BALCONY - CONTINUOUS
Jace and his team exit, take FIRE from below, SHOOT back. Watch Samuel make his way down the balconies:
JACE
Target’s on the balconies. South side. All teams rotate and engage.
INT. HOTEL - LOBBY - NIGHT
Paul and Court exit the stairwell to find an operator running away from them to reach the back of the building. After a beat, Ted joins them, having expected them to be killed.
COURTNEY
Now what!?
Ted isn’t sure how to respond.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - OPS ROOM - NIGHT
Callaway tracks Ted’s confusion via MONITORS, orders:
CALLAWAY
The team is busy. Take care of it.
INT. HOTEL - LOBBY - NIGHT
Ted’s conflicted, waves Court and Paul toward the main exit:
TED
Keep going!
Paul has a hard time. Court slows to help him. They know Ted follows -- don’t know he’s pulling out a PISTOL.
Ted’s at their backs, gun at his side, nervous. He listens:
PAUL
(to Court)
Parker remembers Callaway. Said he worked at a place called Mimetika.
Callaway overhears this audio, reacts, tells Ted:
CALLAWAY
Shit! Stand-down! Stand-down!
90.
Ted lowers his gun, momentarily relieved, listens:
CALLAWAY (CONT’D)
We need to find out what else Parker said. Bring them in for debriefing.
TED
Outside! Outside!
Court glances back, surprised to see Ted holding a gun.
EXT. HOTEL - PARKING LOT - MAIN ENTRANCE - NIGHT
As Court, Paul, and Ted exit, a helicopter lands in the lot.
EXT. HOTEL - SOUTH BALCONIES - NIGHT
Samuel leaps down another floor, avoids GUNFIRE. A pursuing operator leaps down, Samuel is waiting, drops him.
Samuel leaps down another level, unaware that Jace now moves parallel across the balconies above. When Samuel leaps to ground level -- Jace leaps, tackles him.
Samuel and Jace are dazed as they get to their feet. The operator on the upper balcony SHOOTS -- Samuel rolls clear and FIRES back, drops the man above. Samuel runs --
-- Jace SHOOTS, missing as Samuel rounds a corner.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - OPS ROOM - NIGHT
Callaway watches the video screens, listens as:
JACE (V.O.)
He’s pushing to the front.
TECH OPERATOR
Local EMS!
The Tech Operator points to the drone’s VIDEO FEED -- the MONITORS fill with the lights of approaching POLICE CARS.
CALLAWAY
Red light! Red light! Move to extraction! Abort mission!
EXT. HOTEL - EAST SIDE - NIGHT
Jace rounds the corner, gun up, expects to have Samuel in his sights. There’s no sign of him, just an open exit door.
91.
JACE
He’s back inside.
CALLAWAY
Negative on pursuit.
JACE
I need to recover my injured.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - OPS ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Callaway sees the Police Cars nearing the hotel.
CALLAWAY
Abort! Now!
Callaway checks the BODY CAM FEEDS -- Jace and three operators run for the parking lot. Three more injured operators can’t get to their feet and won’t get away.
CALLAWAY (CONT’D)
(points to three screens)
Isolate my audio to the casualties.
The Tech Operator follows instructions. Callaway gives new orders to the injured men in a familiar ancient language:
CALLAWAY (AMHARIC) (CONT’D)
Begeneti ke’inē gari yemititebaberubeti gīzē deriswali.
INT. HOTEL - STAIRWELL - GROUND FLOOR - CONTINUOUS
The operator who fell multiple floors, lies on his back, barely conscious, listens to Callaway via earpiece:
CALLAWAY (V.O. AMHARIC)
Tegaranyi. K’esik’isēwini yisabu.
The injured operator struggles to pull their HANDGUN and -- SHOOTS themselves in the head, committing suicide on command.
INT. HOTEL - SEVENTH FLOOR HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Another operator that Samuel wounded can’t reach a gun, so they pull a GRENADE off their bandolier, yank out the pin.
CALLAWAY (V.O. AMHARIC)
Begeneti wisit’i tebaberunyi.
92.
EXT. HOTEL - PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS
Court, Paul, and Ted load into the back of the helicopter as Jace and two operators run toward them. A MUFFLED EXPLOSION on the hotel’s seventh floor draws everyone’s attention.
EXT. HOTEL - SOUTH BALCONY - CONTINUOUS
A downed operator, shot by Samuel, badly injured, barely conscious, struggling to hold his GUN.
CALLAWAY (V.O. AMHARIC)
K’esik’isēwini yisabu.
The operator finally gets the gun to their head when -- Samuel rips it from their hand, saving their life.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - OPS ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Callaway reacts to Samuel’s face on a monitor, recorded by the operator’s body cam. Samuel disables the cam. STATIC.
INT. HELICOPTER - PASSENGER COMPARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Court, Paul, and Ted sit on benches as Jace and the last operators get aboard. EMERGENCY VEHICLES arrive in the lot.
As the helicopter rises, Court watches Ted strap an O2 MASK over Paul’s face. He passes out. Ted turns to Court:
COURTNEY
No, Ted! You don’t have to do this! I have clearance! No!No!No!
Jace and another operator pin Court in place as Ted forces an 02 mask over her face.
CUT TO: BLACK
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - ABANDONED BUILDING - DAY
TO ESTABLISH. An overgrown industrial site.
INT. ABANDONED BUILDING - CENTRAL ROOM - DAY
Samuel holds a severed arm, stares at its Lilith tattoo.
The arm belongs to the naked, headless corpse of the operator that Samuel saved from suicide. The body is positioned to face the wall, head in its lap.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
93.
Samuel looks back at the body, where Lilith hovers in the air, wings spread wide. The Clown sits in a far corner.
With the bloody arm, Samuel paints Lilith’s name on the wall.
ሊሊት
As Samuel paints in blood, Lilith begs him, desperate:
LILITH (AMHARIC)
Tesifa ātik’uret’i. Siniredawi.
net ͟s’a neni.
Samuel stops painting, turns back to confront her:
SAMUEL
I can’t do what he wants!
LILITH (AMHARIC)
Kaladeregu! Net ͟s’a ānihonimi!
SAMUEL
If I don’t fight back, they’ll never leave us alone!
Samuel turns away from Lilith and resumes painting.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Samuel in the room alone, watched by that severed head. WE SEE a tiny blinking light on the operator’s earbud.
EXT. ABANDONED BUILDING - VARIOUS - DAY
Jace and three teams of tactical operators advance on the building from multiple sides, all carry MACHINE GUNS.
The operators take breach positions and affix OXYGEN MASKS. Simultaneously, they toss SMOKE GRENADES into the building.
INT. ABANDONED BUILDING - VARIOUS - DAY
SMOKE fills the building, followed by FLASH BANG grenades.
Jace and the operators breach and clear, searching. The smoke is VERY THICK. It’s hard for them to see anything.
INT. ABANDONED BUILDING - CENTRAL ROOM - DAY
Jace and the operators enter from various directions -- find no sign of Samuel. Only the corpse of the dead operator.
As the SMOKE CLEARS, Jace and the others notice the wall:
94.
ሊሊት
Triggered by the symbol, the operators take a knee, face the wall. We notice some of them have exposed Lilith tattoos.
In reverence, the masked operators don’t notice a NEW FIGURE dressed like them, enter and kneel at the back of the group.
It’s Samuel, wearing an oxygen mask, in disguise.
EXT. MARYLAND - MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - DAY
TO ESTABLISH. Corporate headquarters with a helipad.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
No windows. One door. A central table with chairs.
Court stands in a corner, nervous, glancing at a ceiling-mounted video camera. She rubs the Mary Medal on her necklace, trying to get her nerves under control.
She startles as the door opens; Ted holds it. He won’t meet her gaze. She starts toward him, stops when --
-- Gail enters the room. Ted seals the women inside.
COURTNEY
(relieved)
Gail?! Thank God. Where am I?
GAIL
(warm)
Maryland. Offsite vendor.
COURTNEY
Is this Mimetika? Is Callaway here?
Gail and Court sit at the table across from each other. Gail places a secure DIGITAL TABLET and STYLUS between them.
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
You’ve been briefed. Right? Ted passed on what I told him. It’s crazy, but--
GAIL
(genuine)
You were my best student. Never had trouble doin’ the hard thing.
(then)
Like me.
95.
COURTNEY
Thank you, Ma’am. You’ve been an amazing role model --
Gail slides the tablet toward Court. Court takes the stylus, looks over the digital document. Gail tells her:
GAIL
People like us. Who like putting ourselves out there for the team. Are getting harder to find, let alone recruit.
(then)
My parents blamed MTV. For me, it’s the smart phones and social media.
COURTNEY
(Re: tablet)
This is a non-disclosure-agreement. But, I already signed my annual.
GAIL
The coverage on this one is more comprehensive. It’ll reset your clearance level. So we can speak freely.
COURTNEY
(hopeful)
S8?
Gail nods, Court signs.
GAIL
Parker was Callaway’s patient zero. He’d suffered a concussive head injury while on deployment. Had him nearly non-functional, mentally. Physically, he was good to go.
COURTNEY
It wasn’t trauma rehab; he was replacing memories, programming killers to hear demonic voices.
GAIL
When you say it like that, it does sound crazy, doesn’t it?
(then)
The Company needed a turnkey solution. For long-term sleepers. Deniable shadow ops. Warriors who would do as they’re told. Always.
96.
Court listens, amazed it’s all true.
EXT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - HELIPAD - DAY
A ground CREWMAN watches a BLACK HELICOPTER hover down for a landing. When the engines cut and the rotor slows, the crewman approaches, slides open the rear passenger door.
GAIL (V.O.)
Callaway’s experiments were aggressive. Parker came out of ‘em a mess. He was too violent and uncontrolled to deploy.
The crewman stares in shock at the dead face of Jace. The entire compartment is bloody, filled with dead operators.
GAIL (V.O.)
There was talk of euthanizing, but it was considered unethical. Parker was medically stabilized and incarcerated. In case they ever needed... his blood, I guess.
The crewman doesn’t notice the operator who had been piloting the chopper, moving up behind him. It’s --
-- Samuel, face and tactical garb covered in blood. Before the crewman can call for help, Samuel kills him with a knife.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
Court tries to process what she’s just been told:
COURTNEY
This isn’t the kind of program that gets run by legal services. How --
GAIL
Presidential Finding. The dopes in the oval sign anything The Company tells ‘em too, in the name of national security.
(then)
You’ll see how it works when you come over. And... The West Wing commissary makes a helluva burger.
Court realizes she’s getting what she wanted, forces a smile.
INT. MIMETIKA SERVICES - MEMORY LAB - DAY
Callaway enters, approaches the EPIGENETIC RESONATOR, where Paul is strapped to a gurney, pumped with drugs via IV.
97.
CALLAWAY
Welcome back, my friend.
PAUL
(woozy)
Why didn’t you let me help her?
CALLAWAY
You never asked. Soon as you broke in, it became a security issue. Out of my hands.
(moves close to Paul)
But while you were away for debriefing, I brought Marilyn in for treatment. Never told you that, did I?
Paul’s shocked.
CALLAWAY (CONT’D)
A voice in her head to combat depression, you were on to something. I did all the recordings and calibration. But before I could upload her better angel...
(sad)
Marilyn had one of her bad days.
(then)
Would you like to see your wife again, Paul?
PAUL
(confused)
She’s dead.
CALLAWAY
Doesn’t mean you can’t be together.
Callaway nods to an orderly, who puts Paul in the resonator.
Callaway waves toward the control room window. On the other side, a Med Tech works, and the RESONATOR THRUMS to life.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - HALLWAY - DAY
A security guard walks around a corner and into the blade of Samuel’s knife. The body drops, Samuel moves on.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
Court watches Gail co-sign the digital tablet:
GAIL
Welcome to the team.
98.
Gail stands, offers her hand. Court shakes it, relieved. As they start toward the door of the room:
GAIL (CONT’D)
Oh, one more thing.
(then)
You spoke with your father.
Court is taken aback:
COURTNEY
Last night. I called him.
GAIL
The hotel was a trap. In case you hadn’t figured that out. You were under surveillance. But the phone you used was one of his.
COURTNEY
(gets it)
You couldn’t listen.
GAIL
Babbo Tech encryption’s tough.
COURTNEY
I didn’t tell him what was happening. I needed someone to talk to. That I could trust...
GAIL
Then why did you call him? I thought you two were estranged.
COURTNEY
(awkward)
We were. We are.
GAIL
Would you be willing to repair that relationship?
Court is surprised by the ask.
GAIL (CONT’D)
He’s been approached as a patriot. But the man’s not a team player.
COURTNEY
You want me to betray my father?
99.
GAIL
That’s what he did to you. Left you with your mother. Wouldn’t see you. Denied you were even related. That made you angry didn’t it. The woman you are today.
Court takes her time to answer:
COURTNEY
I could get close to him.
Gail regards Court for a long moment.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - HALLWAY - DAY
Court follows Gail out of the room, sees Ted waiting. He regards her nervously. Court forces a smile:
COURTNEY
(genuine)
I would’ve done the same thing.
Before Ted can respond, Court is grabbed from behind by a pair of ORDERLIES. They drag her toward a waiting gurney:
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
(rising panic)
No!No!No! I’ll do it! I’ll get access! Upload a backdoor code! A virus! Whatever you need me to do!
GAIL
I’m sorry, Courtney. I just... I just don’t think I can trust you.
The orderlies strap Court to the gurney, a gag over her mouth. She tries to make eye contact with Ted, pleading.
Ted ignores her and follows Gail in the opposite direction. As the orderlies wheel her away, Court looks back as --
-- Samuel rounds a corner and moves after Ted and Gail.
Court screams under her gag, watches helplessly as Samuel steps up behind Ted, takes him down from behind. Court loses her view as she’s wheeled away around a corner.
Gail reacts to an odd sound behind her, turns to find Ted on the floor, dead. Samuel pulls a knife from Ted’s back and stalks toward Gail. She backs away in shock:
GAIL (CONT’D)
Parker...
100.
SAMUEL
My name is Samuel. I am a fallen angel born of fire and pain.
Gail turns to run -- Samuel grabs her from behind, puts the blade of his knife to her throat, calmly explains:
SAMUEL (CONT’D)
You may gaze upon my queen in hell.
As Samuel cuts into Gail’s neck, WE CUT TO:
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - MEMORY LAB - DAY
Court’s wheeled in on the gurney, eyes wide, screaming for help under her mask, sees Paul being removed from the imager.
Callaway checks on Paul’s vitals, tells the orderlies:
CALLAWAY
Start her on the IV. I’ll ask Gail if it’s a wipe or Lilith upload.
Callaway sees Paul regain consciousness:
CALLAWAY (CONT’D)
Welcome back, Paul. Is Marilyn in there with you?
Paul is too groggy to respond.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - OBSERVATION ROOM - DAY
The Med Tech hears someone, turns to see Samuel approach with the knife. The Med Tech fumbles to un-holster a GUN.
INT. MIMETIKA MEDICAL SERVICES - MEMORY LAB - CONTINUOUS
Everyone in the room is oblivious to the action on the other side of the window as Samuel kills the Med Tech.
Court fights to get free as an orderly connects her to an IV.
Callaway loosens Paul’s restraints while an ARMED GUARD stands watch nearby.
CALLAWAY
(to Paul)
Easy, friend. Tell me what you see.
-- CRASH! The dead Med Tech flies through the glass window, lands hard, gushes blood across the lab’s white floor.
101.
Samuel vaults into the room and attacks the armed guard, kills the man before the guy can draw his gun.
Callaway watches in shock as Samuel goes after the orderlies.
Court has a front-row seat as Samuel attacks.
Paul struggles to regain his wits, sits up on his gurney, removes his restraints.
Samuel finishes off the orderlies and goes after Callaway:
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Lilith hovers behind Samuel, points at Callaway, rages:
LILITH (AMHARIC)
Ch’inik’ilatuni yiwisedu!
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
SAMUEL
She wants me to take your head. So you can worship her for eternity.
Samuel goes for Callaway, who is terrified but doesn’t flee.
CALLAWAY
You sure that’s what she wants?
He tries one last trick that might save his life:
CALLAWAY (AMHARIC) (CONT’D)
Samu’ēli! Yewedek’ewi dagimi meweledi!
Samuel stops, confused by Lilith’s language.
CALLAWAY (AMHARIC) (CONT’D)
ke‘āwilo nefasi wet’itehali. yech’elemawi meli’āki.
As Callaway distracts Samuel, Paul goes to Court, tries to loosen her restraints.
CALLAWAY (AMHARIC) (CONT’D)
Ineho, be’isati yenets’awi.
Callaway inches toward the dead guard’s discarded GUN.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Samuel regards Callaway while Lilith flies around the room, apoplectic, shouts down her objections:
102.
LILITH (AMHARIC)
(don’t listen to him)
Ayi! Ke’ānite yiwesidenyali!
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Callaway goes for the gun. Samuel attacks, overpowers the older man, gets the gun -- points it at Callaway:
CALLAWAY (AMHARIC)
Līlīti begeneti wisit’i yit’ebik’iwotali. Iniditik’elak’eli tifeligalechi.
Samuel reacts, slowly points the gun toward his own head.
CALLAWAY (AMHARIC) (CONT’D)
Tit’ebik’ihalechi.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Samuel’s finger tightens on the trigger, Lilith flutters before him, begs:
LILITH (AMHARIC)
(lying)
Yiwashali! Atadirigi!
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
CALLAWAY (AMHARIC)
K’esik’isēwini yisabu.
Samuel can’t fight the programming. Paul shouts at him:
PAUL
Gary! Don’t let him do it!
Court rises on the gurney, confused:
COURTNEY
Who the fuck is Gary?
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
The Clown stands beside Samuel, puts hands on the gun, angles it toward Callaway.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Samuel whips the gun away from his head and SHOOTS Callaway. FIRES again -- Callaway dies.
Court gets off the gurney as Samuel aims the gun at Paul.
103.
SAMUEL
Too many voices...
Before Samuel can FIRE, Court SHOOTS him. Having recovered the gun from the dead Med Tech, who came through the window.
Samuel turns to shoot her -- Court SHOOTS him again, and AGAIN. Until Samuel finally drops, disabled.
Court slumps, exhausted, watches Paul go to Samuel’s side -- there’s nothing to be done, the man’s bleeding out.
SAMUEL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
On his back, looking straight up at Lilith, hovering above. Her face riven with despair, she weeps molten tears:
LILITH (AMHARIC)
(together for eternity)
Abireni inihonaleni samu’ēli, widē.
Samuel tracks the descending dot of flame, waiting --
-- The fire tear lands between Samuel’s lips.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
Paul regards Samuel’s lifeless eyes, notes the dead man’s subtle smile, looks across to Court:
PAUL
He’s gone.
Court’s relieved, grateful to be alive.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE - DAY
TO ESTABLISH.
INT. WHITE HOUSE - OVAL OFFICE - DAY
Court and Director Bennett on a couch, watch the President pour himself a glass of scotch.
PRESIDENT CRANDALL
(astonished)
That story would’ve gone down a helluva lot better after a drink. Now, I’m gonna need two. At least.
He leans against the Resolute desk, drinks, listens.
104.
BENNETT
There shouldn’t be any blowback. As far as we can tell, Mister President, every element of the program has been sanitized.
PRESIDENT CRANDALL
This is a shit show, Brad.
BENNETT
Callaway’s operation was off the books. There’s no connection between The Company and Mimetika.
PRESIDENT CRANDALL
Gail was in this office every day.
BENNETT
Her body’s on ice. With the right staging, we could sell her death as a DUI or robbery gone wrong.
PRESIDENT CRANDALL
Don’t tell me shit like that. I’m under a microscope. I’ve already got the libs busting my ass about civilian deaths in Madagascar.
(drinks)
That was all Gail’s idea.
BENNETT
Yes, Mister President.
Court is grateful Gail took the credit for that one. She’s been biding her time -- she enters the fray:
COURTNEY
Why don’t you tell the truth?
(they look at her)
Tell the truth, Mister President. You came to Washington to drain the swamp. To expose the agents of the Deep State.
(selling)
You told the CIA to police itself, to earn the public’s trust. That’s what we’ve done. This is a win.
Bennett can’t help but laugh.
BENNETT
Tactical transparency? That’s your spin?
105.
COURTNEY
It could energize his campaign.
BENNETT
These aren’t talking points, they’re state secrets.
COURTNEY
Secrets are like trauma. The longer they’re denied, the harder it is to heal.
Bennett doesn’t buy Court’s bullshit. The President is:
PRESIDENT CRANDALL
Brad, I’m gonna let you hit the links early. You’ve served your country long enough.
Bennett is both shocked and relieved.
BENNETT
Thank you, Mister President.
PRESIDENT CRANDALL
Miss Taschler, how would you feel about joining my team? With Gail’s... tragic car accident, we have a vacancy.
Court hesitates, touches her exposed Mary Medal:
COURTNEY
I’d be honored, Sir.
The President smiles, pours drinks for his guests:
PRESIDENT CRANDALL
(to Court)
Will Mary let you drink with us?
COURTNEY
(Re: Mary Medal)
This was my mother’s.
PRESIDENT CRANDALL
Did she pass? My condolences if--
Court and Bennett stand to accept their drinks.
COURTNEY
She’s alive, Sir. Actually... I... stole it from her.
(MORE)
106.
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
It was the last thing I did before I ran away from home. Which at the time was a Van. A Ford Econoline parked behind the Salvation Army in Poughkeepsie.
The President and Bennett are stunned by her honesty. Court accepts her glass from the President:
COURTNEY (CONT’D)
Family can be complicated. But without them, where would we be?
They toast. Court and Bennett are amazed how this worked out.
PRESIDENT CRANDALL
(to Court)
Forgive the ask. But gettin’ a second term is gonna be a fight. Be great to see your father at one of our campaign events. Are you close?
COURTNEY
Dad’s never been one for politics. But I’ll see what I can do.
PRESIDENT CRANDALL
Whatever it takes.
COURTNEY
Is there any other way?
As Court bonds with the President, Bennett drinks nervously.
EXT. PAUL'S HOUSE - FRONT YARD - DAY
Paul, arm in a sling, dressed in workwear, watches a PICKUP TRUCK pull into his driveway, loaded with his DOGS. He watches his FRIEND drop the tailgate and the dogs leap out.
They charge across the yard toward Paul. Then stop, refusing to come closer, barking at Paul like they don’t know him. Paul gets on his knees to meet the dogs at their level:
PAUL
Don’t be scared.
PAUL’S P.O.V. - SLOW-MOTION
Now we see the world as Paul does. After his time in Callaway’s imager. The colors are faded, like an old Kodak snapshot. Paul’s not alone -- there’s a WOMAN by his side.
We don’t see her face -- but HEAR HER VOICE, soft, loving:
107.
LILITH (AMHARIC)
(together forever)
Anidi layi neni. Fik’irē.
BACK TO - REAL-TIME
PAUL
(to the dogs)
She’s with me.
The dogs advance warily, tails wagging as they get closer to Paul and he greets them, alone.
FADE TO: BLACK
-- THE END --