The Last Laugh/Transcript

*“All of this shit is taking make-belief and imagination to a whole new damn level.”* *—Wilbur*

**Starring:**

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Nicholas Hoult as CLAYTON FREEMAN

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Simon Quarterman as FELIX QUARTERMAN

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Erin Richards as ERIN MONROE

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Helen McCrory as HELEN CULLEN

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

**Also Starring**

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

**Guest Starring**

John Kassir as SKITTLES THE CLOWN

Jamie Dornan as ROBERT MORGAN

Michael McElhatton as MICHAEL HALL

Kevin Spacey as WILBUR WRIGHT

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

**Co-Starring**

Iwan Rheon as ROGER HALL

Roscoe Orman as DA’JONTE WOODARD

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - LATE AFTERNOON**

Covered with a sheet, HELEN CULLEN’s body is placed at the center of the roof. The group stands by in silence, paying their respects. Towards the back, FELIX QUARTERMAN is frowning, unable to look at the sheet.

***Felix: (Quietly)*** *Helen. We’re going to miss you. You were to most of us, our leader, and the one who kept us all in line. And I… I think I can speak for most of us here in that -- we’re going to kill the bastard who took you from us. I’m sorry. I am sorry for not preventing it.*

Felix turns to the rest of the group.

***Felix:*** *What are we doing with the body?*

***Randall:*** *Dunno.*

***Jacob:*** *Any - suggestions?*

***William:*** *Burn it. It’s the most honourable thing we can do right now.*

***Albert:*** *I hate to say it, but I agree.*

***Felix:*** *You do it.*

Felix quickly walks off from the rest of the group, going back into the security room.

***William:*** *Do we got any -- gasoline, anything flammable?*

***Randall:*** *I don’t think so.*

***Jacob:*** *No - we don’t.*

***William:*** *We don’t need fuel -- there’s other ways to start a fire.*

***Jacob:*** *Well I’m fucking useless at that.*

***Albert:*** *Same.*

***William:*** *Leave it to me.*

***Erin:*** *Hold on. Helen was the leader here, right? Helen’s gone now, so… you guys catch my drift?*

***Albert:*** *Yeah-- we need a new leader. A good one - not like Clyde was.*

***Randall:*** *Clyde fucked off anyways.*

***William:*** *Felix… Felix can lead.*

***Randall:*** *Him?*

***William:*** *He needs it. He knows this mall inside and out, he said it himself.*

***Albert:*** *That’s true. But he can’t lead with how he’s acting now…*

***Randall:*** *I mean, to be fair, he’s probably better off sitting in the office at those cameras than he is out there with a weapon.*

***Erin:*** *He’ll be fine if-- well, I guess we’re going to hunt this clown, right?*

***William:*** *Of course we are.*

***Jacob:*** *Edward said he’d return to us. We’ll wait for him.*

WILLIAM REYNES begins breaking apart some planks, creating a pyre on Helen’s body. When it’s finished, he turns to the group.

***William:*** *In case any of you are particularly squeamish -- pay your respects now and head inside.*

ERIN MONROE approaches the sheet.

***Erin:*** *I didn’t know you well but - I respect you.*

She nods, turning and heading back down into the security room. JACOB FELDMAN goes with her. ALBERT HANSON nods towards Helen, before going down as well.

***William:*** *Goodbye, Helen -- you sure as shit did good. We all respect you - truly.*

He takes out a box of matches and lights the pyre on fire, burning Helen’s body. Most of the group begin heading back inside, whilst RANDALL FORSTER walks over to CLAYTON FREEMAN.

***Randall:*** *You alright, partner? Haven’t had a chance to catch up.*

***Clayton:*** *Yeah. That homeless guy - he’s alright now.*

Randall nods, looking towards the burning fire.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - YUCATAN CASINO**

In the Yucatan Casino office, WILBUR WRIGHT is holding a phone up to his ear, trying to reach someone.

***Wilbur:*** *Jon? Jon for fuck’s sake, answer me. God damn!*

He tosses the phone across the room in anger. Nearby, DA’JONTE WOODARD is sitting in the corner of the room. Wilbur looks out the office window into the casino.

***Wilbur:*** *How many of those dead fuckers are gonna keep roaming in here? I don’t like what the fuck’s happening. We can’t go to that fucking basement ourselves. It’d be a recipe for disaster. I knew Jon couldn’t pull that shit off alone, nobody can. It’s fucking D-Day now, not just a damn bank heist. I’ve lost contact with two fucking teams already, hell - nevermind the damn teams - this is a travesty in general. No news, no nothing.*

Da’Jonte remains quiet, as Wilbur goes across the room, picking his phone back up. He scrolls through the contacts on his phone, some of the names being Quincy, Curtis, Monica, Jon and Da’Jonte. This time when he tries calling Jon, there’s no service. He drops the phone in anger.

***Wilbur:*** *Ah, fuck it. We’re sitting ducks, Da’Jonte. Jon fucked off to the basement an hour ago now.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *I don’t think that motherfucker is comin’.*

***Wilbur:*** *Nobody is coming. Take a look out that damn window - what do you see? I see dead fuckers, who are walking. All of this shit is taking make-belief and imagination to a whole new damn level.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Facts. I don’t know how this shit ever happened.*

***Wilbur:*** *I’m a criminal mastermind, sure. I’m one of the most powerful men in the area, sure. But all of that goes down the damn gutter when it becomes dawn of the fucking dead in the neighbourhood. Chances are the next time you see your fucking whores, it won’t be your dick they’ll be biting at. Unless those degenerates out there eat everything.*

Wilbur closes the blinds.

***Wilbur:*** *We’ll wait another few minutes for Jon.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *A’ight.*

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/MAIN HALL**

FELIX QUARTERMAN steps out of the office, where he sees ROBERT MORGAN and a few others sitting.

***Felix:*** *Saw something interesting on the cameras.*

He sits down weakly, still in pain from his wounds.

***Robert:*** *What’d you see?*

***Felix:*** *Could ya’ - bring people through here?*

Robert nods, heading into the waiting room and getting ALBERT HANSON. He then disappears up the vents, and comes back down with RANDALL FORSTER, CLAYTON FREEMAN and WILLIAM REYNES behind him. At this point, most of the group is in the hallway.

***Albert:*** *So what’s going on?*

***Felix:*** *Well - we need-- I don’t know if this is a waste of all your time but - we need guns, right?*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah. I’d say so.*

***Felix:*** *Well- I was looking through the cameras, looking for… for him… when I found something else. Yucatan Casino, familiar to anyone?*

***Albert:*** *Nah.*

***Erin:*** *Never been in. Always found it a little exotic for my tastes. Atlantica was always my charm.*

***Randall:*** *Ah, Americana for me. Has the best fucking bar in town.*

***William:*** ***(About Yucatan)*** *I went for drinks -- once. Piss poor tequila.*

***Felix:*** *There’s some guys in the office there - they’ve got this fucking mountain of guns in the corner. They seem to be in a tricky situation. Maybe help them out - and they’d be thankful? Who knows… I could sound fucking here but - it’s all I’ve got.*

***William:*** *Unless they’re real fucking assholes, I think it’ll work. Good first start, boss.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah, that or we arrive at the door and get mowed down. But I guess that’s the excitement of it all.*

Felix picks up two radios, pocketing one, and holding out the other.

***Felix:*** *Who wants the other?*

***William:*** *I’ll take it.*

He hands the radio to William.

***Felix:*** *I’ll guide you all on your passage there. Who’s all going?*

***Albert:*** *Me.*

***Clayton:*** *I’ll go too.*

***William:*** *I’m going - for sure.*

***Randall:*** *Think I’ll sit this one out. I’ll guard this place. If there’s a bunch of guys with guns in there, they must’ve got them in some illegal way, and-- well, I’m a cop. So you be careful, Clayton. I don’t wanna be shot down as a ‘pig’.*

***Jacob:*** *I think, uh - me and Erin will sit this out too. We’ve got some lost time to make up for, and we’ll do that while we go looking for Edward.*

***Felix:*** *So Clayton, William, and Albert - you’re all going.*

***William:*** *Right… best head out right now.*

***Albert:*** *Yeah - I guess so.*

***Felix:*** *G’luck.*

***William:*** *Thanks.*

William and Albert climb up the vents.

***Randall:*** *Oy, Clayton.*

Randall approaches his partner, handing him his second pistol.

***Randall:*** ***(Grinning)*** *Duel wild those fuckers if they try anything.*

Officer Clayton nods, taking the pistol and heading up the vents. After the three men have left, ERIN MONROE turns to JACOB FELDMAN.

***Erin:*** *So?*

***Jacob:*** *Figured we could spend a bit of time together - while we half look for Edward. He can handle himself, we both know that.*

***Erin:*** *I like that, a bit of peace and quiet. If you consider - going to hang out with the undead a nice day out together.*

***Jacob:*** *It’s as nice as it gets, they don’t bother me unless they’re clawing at me.*

***Erin:*** *Which is all the time.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, but - find a safe place, maybe a nice restaurant, get to a high place, sit and enjoy the view.*

***Erin:*** ***(Smiling)*** *Of the sea of corpses. Yeah, I like it. Come on.*

Jacob and Erin leave through the main door.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

WILLIAM REYNES enters Paradise Plaza, swinging his axe into a zombie immediately. ALBERT HANSON and CLAYTON FREEMAN come jogging out behind him, battering zombies with their weapons.

***William:*** *Alright -- let’s just get a move on.*

***Albert:*** *I think I’m gonna need a knife or something soon. This wrench just doesn’t cut it.*

William tosses him a baseball bat, which he’d brought with him.

***William:*** *That bat--it’s stronger than it looks.*

***Albert:*** *We shall soon see.*

Albert slides the wrench into his pocket.

***William:*** *Let’s make our way - double time.*

The gang continues fighting through the plaza until arriving at the casino plaza.

**Scene #4 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - CASINO PLAZA**

Upon arriving in the casino plaza, the three of them have to fight through some more zombies, most of which having spilled out from the Yucatan Casino. With no choice but to try and battle their way through, they get to work. After minutes of hacking and slashing away, William reaches a side door leading into the Yucatan Casino. He clears the zombies away from it and calls for his two companions to hurry inside; they do so.

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - YUCATAN CASINO**

DA’JONTE WOODARD peers out the window.

***Wilbur:*** *Any sign of him yet?*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Naw.*

***Wilbur:*** *Christ. This is a shit-show.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Where’s Jon supposed to be?*

***Wilbur:*** *The basement. And if he hasn’t made it back yet, then he’s not had an easy time there.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *There were zombies in there, right?*

***Wilbur:*** *They appear to be all over the goddamn place. In fucking packs of thirty.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *N†gga probably dead, then.*

***Wilbur:*** *I’d like to imagine Jon can beat a bunch of brainless sacks of shit if he’s been fighting the police for years.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *True. Should we check on him?*

***Wilbur:*** *Well that’s the question… Should we? Shouldn’t we?*

WILBUR WRIGHT walks over to their pile of guns in the corner. He reaches down and picks up a shotgun.

***Wilbur:*** *Either way, we need to fight our way out of this place. Take your pick* ***(He points to the guns)***.

***Da’Jonte:*** *A’ight, then.*

Da’Jonte takes out a pistol for himself.

***Da’Jonte:*** *I’m fine wit’ this.*

***Wilbur:*** *Suit yourself. Problem is - we can’t leave all the guns here. We’ll need a cart or something to haul them out.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Mhm… true. I ain’t got any ideas.*

Wilbur looks out the window again.

***Da’Jonte:*** *Is that one of my hoes out there?*

***Wilbur:*** *I’d hope to god not. Then again, it’s wrinkly, disgusting and decayed. So maybe.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Deoshenique was a useless bitch anyway.*

Out of the corner of his eye, Wilbur catches the sight of three men entering the casino.

***Wilbur:*** *Well, these guys just entered a shitstorm.*

The zombie horde inside the Yucatan Casino begins approaching WILLIAM REYNES, ALBERT HANSON and CLAYTON FREEMAN.

***Wilbur:*** *Fuck it, this is our chance to get outta here. Come on.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Alright…*

Wilbur opens up the office door and hurries out. Da’Jonte follows him, closing the door behind him, and the two men begin gunning down the horde. With all their ammunition, and with the help of William and the others, the horde quickly diminishes. William looks over to Wilbur and Da’Jonte.

***William:*** *We’re your rescue party.*

***Wilbur:*** *My rescue party? Not the men I was expecting. But thank you. And what led to this act of kindness? Everyone wants something from you. I’m not stupid. We all have our own motives.*

***William:*** *I’ll admit -- you do have a lot of guns.*

***Wilbur:*** *How the hell do you know all of this?*

***William:*** *We saw -- from the cameras.*

***Wilbur:*** *You’ve been watching us?*

***William:*** *Not on purpose, but yeah. We came across you that way.*

***Wilbur:*** *Yeah, fine, we got a lot of guns. Want to guess at what we did before all of this?*

***William:*** *Looking for a killer clown with a chainsaw-- kill people, or steal.*

***Wilbur:*** *A fucking killer clown? You in another world? I’ve already seen the dead walking, and that’s enough for me.*

***William:*** *There’s a killer clown with -- two chainsaws, actually.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Wait, what?*

***Wilbur:*** *Oh, fuck me. I’ll crack a deal with you gentlemen. Our associate is down in the basement trying to get back an important briefcase of mine. Originally we were gonna flee beyond getting it, but he hasn’t returned. Either he’s having difficulty, or he’s dead. And I need that damn briefcase. You don’t open it, you don’t drop it. And I want you all to go and get it back.*

***William:*** *Alright--alright, okay.*

***Wilbur:*** *Bring it to me, and we’ll give you some guns.*

***Albert:*** *Sounds - simple enough.*

***Wilbur:*** *Best way to the basement is from the door in Leisure Park. That’s where he went. I tell you what, Da’Jonte here will accompany you.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *A’ight.*

***Wilbur:*** *All of you be quick, and if you see my associate down there, do not fucking attack him. Come back here with the case, and make sure it’s not damaged.*

Wilbur swiftly turns and strolls into the office, closing the door behind him.

***William:*** *Let’s go. We’ve taken enough time already. Need to speed this up.*

The group walks out of the casino.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - LEISURE PARK - EVENING**

WILLIAM REYNES and the others make their way through zombie hordes until reaching Leisure Park, where the sun is falling and night is setting in once again. While moving through the park, DA’JONTE WOODARD takes out his pistol and kills a zombie with it.

***William:*** *Careful-- careful. Noise attracts them.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Shit.*

Ahead of them, and in front of the basement doors, a small horde of zombies forms.

***William:*** *We’ll need to dispatch them.*

***Albert:*** *Alright, let’s just get through here.*

The group moves up on the horde and begins clearing them with melee weapons. After a couple minutes of fighting, the horde is cleared.

***William:*** *Alright - okay, too much of a delay.* ***(He nods towards the basement doors)*** *That way.*

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**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - BASEMENT**

Immediately after entering the basement, the group lay eyes on a rifle-carrying man taking cover behind a pillar.

***Jon:*** *Well, holy shit. Da’Jonte - you guys didn’t come to find me until now?*

***Da’Jonte:*** *I thought about it cu--*

***Jon: (Whisper yelling)*** *Everyone - get cover!*

Without question they fall into cover towards the side of the room.

***William:*** *What’s going on here, then?*

***Jon:*** *Bunch of crazy fuckers holding up down here, pinned me down. I’ve almost got ‘em all. So sit tight.*

JON MATTHEWS leans out from behind the pillar, aiming his rifle. Down the hall, a man pokes his head out, and immediately loses it when Jon shoots him.

***Jon:*** *Almost. Da’Jonte, who the fuck are all these people?*

***Da’Jonte:*** *New people.*

***William:*** *We’re your new associates. Clayton, pass me a pistol.*

***Jon:*** *If you people even hold a gun in my presence I’ll blow your hand off.*

CLAYTON FREEMAN hands the pistol over anyway. Jon stares at him in disbelief and anger.

***Jon:*** *Well, he didn’t fucking hear me. Fix those fuckin’ ears.*

Jon then pops back out of cover, shooting at another man. He falls, dead.

***William:*** *If you want this operation to speed up, we can help kill these -- lunatics.*

***Jon:*** *I don’t need any help. I’m handling this fine. Y’know how many cops I’ve killed? How many people I’ve killed? Not just these dead fuckers.*

Jon patiently waits until he sees the third and last enemy bolt out of cover. He quickly shoots the man in his stomach, causing him to drop his gun. Jon lowers his rifle, unsheathes his knife, walks over and stabs the man in the throat, letting him choke to death on his own blood.

***Da’Jonte:*** *Well… that’s all of them.*

***Jon:*** ***(Looking at blood on his hands)*** *Anybody got a fuckin’ tissue?*

William tosses him a rag from his pocket, which Jon uses to clean himself up with.

***Jon:*** *Da’Jonte - let’s find that fuckin’ case. You people can go now. Thanks for stopping by.*

***William:*** *We’re here to help return it.*

***Jon:*** *For what?*

***William:*** *Your other friend - said if we helped, we’d get a few guns in return.*

***Jon:*** ***(Sighing)*** *Come on, then.*

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**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - BASEMENT/STORAGE WAREHOUSE**

Jon pushes open a door leading into the underground storage warehouse. It’s pitch black, and so Jon takes out a flashlight he brought with him.

***Da’Jonte:*** *Damn… why’s it gotta be so dark?*

***Jon:*** *You all stick close to me, got it? Or you’ll get dragged off.*

***William:*** *Alright, then.*

Not long after starting their walk through the warehouse, a pair of zombies come into view.

***Jon:*** ***(Whispering)*** *Handle them quietly.*

William steps past the others, swiftly killing both zombies with his axe. After a few more moments of looking around, Jon’s flashlight lands on a corpse.

***Jon:*** ***(Chuckling)*** *Well, there’s Charlie. The useless bastard. He’s the asshole who dropped the case here. It can’t be far, now.*

Jon continues on in search of the briefcase, when suddenly a zombie hidden in the dark tackles William, knocking him into a shelf. As William gets to killing the zombie, the entire shelving unit behind him comes crashing down. The zombie horde would be on its way.

***Da’Jonte:*** *Shit!*

***William:*** *Aw fuck-- fuck.*

Jon begins to pick up the pace, frantically looking for the briefcase.

***Jon:*** *Keep up with my light! Slow people die!*

William hacks the zombie’s head off with his axe, before spinning around and sprinting to catch up with Jon and the others. Finally, Jon spots the case laying on the ground. He swipes it up.

***Jon:*** *Alright, back to the damn doors!*

Moments after turning around to go the other way, the flashlight begins to flicker, before completely shutting off. Now in complete darkness, every man is out for themselves, as zombies close in on them.

***William:*** *Which way are we going?!*

***Jon:*** *Just find a wall - follow it until you feel a door.*

Da’Jonte sticks close to Jon, while the others are on their own, trying to find the exit, all the while having to fight off zombies that get too close.

***Jon:*** *Found it! Follow my voice!*

A door swings open, and Jon rushes through, Da’Jonte following. William, ALBERT HANSON and Clayton hurry through the darkness, until each of them find the exit and make it out.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - AL FRESCA PLAZA**

JACOB FELDMAN and ERIN MONROE are walking through Al Fresca Plaza, which is almost completely empty of any zombies now.

***Jacob:*** *It’s a nice plaza.*

***Erin:*** *More empty now - at least after I’d been to the pharmacy. Most tried to follow me, crammed into the Entrance Plaza.*

Erin approaches a zombie and slices its head off.

***Jacob:*** *You think Edward went far looking for this clown?*

***Erin:*** *From what I’ve seen of the guy? He’d track the clown across the planet, hell - the solar system until he brings him back.*

***Jacob:*** *Clown can’t have gotten far if he’s injured, too. Y’know - he’s a serial killer, not a being of the supernatural.*

***Erin:*** ***(Jokingly)*** *Never know. In the movies those damn killers never die.*

***Jacob:*** *If we had that case, I reckon we’d all be dead by now.*

***Erin:*** *Fair enough.*

She kills another zombie in their path.

***Erin:*** *How ya’ handling it?*

***Jacob:*** *Handling what?*

***Erin:*** *Helen…*

***Jacob:*** *Not great, I’ll be honest. I, eh, it felt like she held us together.*

***Erin:*** *I understand.*

Jacob suddenly stops in his tracks, pointing into the food court ahead of them. He sees something.

***Erin:*** *What? What is it?*

***Jacob:*** *Edward.*

He takes off running towards the food court, Erin following.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - YUCATAN CASINO**

JON MATTHEWS is the first to enter the office, briefcase in hand. DA’JONTE WOODARD, WILLIAM REYNES, ALBERT HANSON and CLAYTON FREEMAN are close behind.

***Wilbur:*** ***(To Jon)*** *Well, you’re the last fucking person I expected to see back here with that case. What took you so long?*

***Jon:*** *Had to dispatch a bunch of assholes camped down there. And then the fucking room was pitch black. Oh, and Charlie’s dead.*

***Wilbur:*** *Eh, just lessons what would’ve been his cut.*

WILBUR WRIGHT takes the briefcase, setting it onto his desk. He looks up to William, Albert and Clayton.

***Wilbur:*** *So - you’ve done it as I asked, I suppose.* ***(He points to the pile of guns)*** *My end of the deal. I’ll give you two SMG’s, a shotgun and three handguns. About three rounds of ammo for each.*

***Jon:*** *Generous…*

***Wilbur:*** *We have more than enough.*

***William: (Smiling)*** *Pleasure doing business.*

***Wilbur:*** *Oh, you’ll certainly be seeing us again, but-- not here.*

***Jon:*** *We’re heading out?*

***Wilbur:*** *Back to my warehouse. Better place to set up.*

William, Albert and Clayton start packing the weapons into a duffel bag to carry back with them. When they’re done, they say their farewells to Wilbur’s crew and leave.

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

JACOB FELDMAN and ERIN MONROE enter the food court, where they encounter EDWARD REMAR still on the hunt for Skittles the Clown.

***Edward:*** *Hello there, friends.*

***Jacob:*** *Oh, we’re friends now? That’s refreshing, Ed.*

***Edward:*** *Don’t push it.*

***Erin:*** *How’s your luck been with the clown?*

***Edward:*** *Oh, I’ve been following his trail, like an egg hunt. He’s quite the slippery one. But I’m onto him. I’m close, I know that much.*

***Erin:*** *Where does it lead right now?*

***Edward:*** *He’s been all over the place, and right now I’m heading out to the--*

His voice is cut off by the squeaking of a door hinge, and then the sound of a door closing.

***Edward:*** *Which door was that?*

A piece of the floor flies off, as a bullet bounces off it. It’s the snipers. Edward, Jacob and Erin find cover quickly.

***Edward:*** *Oh, it’s these DEGENERATES!*

He pulls out a knife.

***Erin:*** *You literally brought a knife to a gunfight, huh?*

***Edward:*** ***(Ignoring her)*** *Oh, I’ve not only been hunting the clown. I’ve been going after these pieces of filth too. COME OUT!*

***Roger:*** *Oh, quite the cocky one aren’t you! Eager to try your luck I see!*

ROGER HALL fires a shot next to Edward’s cover.

***Roger:*** *How’s that for you?!*

***Edward:*** *At least I don’t HIDE at every encounter!*

***Jacob:*** *Erin - come on, we aren’t fucking around here. We need to go.*

***Erin:*** *How are we getting out?*

***Jacob:*** *We’ll need to make a run for it. It’s our best shot.*

***Edward:*** *And while you do that, I’m going to end this. Right here, RIGHT NOW!*

***Jacob:*** *Well, uh - best of luck to you, Ed, but you have a knife and a shotgun with little shells.*

***Edward:*** ***(Smirking)*** *I have me. And that’s all I need.*

***Jacob:*** *Well - that’s great for you.*

Another shot pierces the flooring next to them.

***Edward:*** ***(To Jacob)*** *Why don’t you do me a favour?*

***Jacob:*** *And what’s that?*

He hands Jacob his shotgun.

***Edward:*** *Keep them occupied with this until it runs out of ammo. I’m going in.*

***Jacob:*** *With your limp? You insane?!*

***Edward:*** *Yes.*

Jacob looks at him, bewildered, before he obliges and pops out of cover, firing the shotgun up towards the snipers. The two snipers duck down, allowing Edward to limp off, disappearing behind a food store.

***Michael:*** ***(To Roger)*** *Let them waste it. When he’s done, we can finish them off for what they did to Dex.*

After a couple more minutes of occasionally popping off a shot towards the two snipers, Jacob’s gun runs dry of ammo. Roger hears the click of the gun not firing, and starts laughing to himself.

***Roger:*** *Well, that was certainly foolish of all of you. And now - you’re our prey. Such a sad way to go!*

As Roger stands up and aims, Edward leaps out, knocking the sniper from Roger’s hands, and putting a knife to his throat.

***Edward: (To Michael)*** *Drop your sniper. Right now.*

***Michael:*** ***(Refusing his orders)*** *You’re making a mistake, mark my words.*

***Edward:*** *Oh, am I? Want to lose your final son?*

***Roger:*** *Father-- do not listen to him. Do not give in.*

Erin and Jacob are looking up at the standoff, but aren’t able to clearly tell what’s going on.

***Erin:*** *What’s going on up there?*

***Jacob:*** *I don’t know, can’t see. Might be our chance to go.*

Back above, MICHAEL HALL is refusing to put down his gun.

***Michael:*** *Let my son go. Or I swear, whatever you do to him will end up in you being floored too you cripple.*

***Edward:*** *Well… let’s just see how it all plays out.*

He pulls the knife away from Roger’s neck and instead rams it into his chest. Quickly, Edward rips the knife out and throws it at Michael. It lands on Michael's shoulder, causing him to drop his sniper.

***Michael:*** *Roger!*

Edward attempts to tackle Michael to the ground, but he is pushed aside. Michael takes one last look at Roger, who’s laying on the floor, bleeding and appearing to be dead. He frowns, before running out of sight, leaving his gun behind.

Below, Jacob is able to see where Michael went, and is about to go after him, before Erin grabs his arm.

***Erin:*** *No-- we’ve seen enough. He’s lost. Come on.*

She leads Jacob back out into Al Fresca Plaza.

Roger, still alive, weakly crawls towards his sniper, croaking out in pain.

***Edward:*** *Oh… I know JUST what to do with you* ***(He grins)***.

***Roger:*** *P-please… Mercy.*

***Edward:*** *As if you’d show any.*

He grabs Roger and slams his head back onto the floor for fun.

***Edward:*** *But don’t worry, you’ll be given a… a real show.*

***Roger:*** *No!*

Roger is dragged off by Edward.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/WAITING ROOM #1**

DEAN HOWARDS falls into one of the seats, exhausted. He looks around the room.

***Dean:*** *So, uhhh… You guys got any drinks or… You know, snacks? After drinking I get-- I mean - sorry. Once I get tired - over a period of time I begin to get hungry. Mhm.*

***Felix:*** *Do you do anything that isn’t within your own interest? I can’t say I’m any different. But good fucking Christ. You being just as bad as me isn’t fucking good.*

FELIX QUARTERMAN sighs, taking out a knife from his pocket, examining it closely.

***Felix:*** *Y’know, Mr. Drunk, when I get the chance - I’m going to drive this knife into that clown. Into both his eyes, and then-- well, the rest can be left to your imagination.*

Dean looks at him worryingly, though he stays quiet. A moment later, ALBERT HANSON, CLAYTON FREEMAN and WILLIAM REYNES enter the room. Felix looks over.

***Felix:*** *So - how’d it go?*

***Albert:*** *Pretty good.* ***(He unzips the duffel bag)*** *We got a shotgun, a couple of SMGs and three handguns.*

***Felix:*** *Better than I thought it’d be, so success.*

***Albert:*** *Indeed.*

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - AL FRESCA PLAZA**

Slamming the doors behind them, JACOB FELDMAN and ERIN MONROE take a moment to catch their breath.

***Jacob:*** *You alright?*

***Erin:*** *Yeah, fine. You? Those snipers - are a fucking pain.*

***Jacob:*** *I don’t think they’ll be bothering us much longer. I only saw one get away. The father. And unless he had no emotional attachment to both his sons, then he should be a wreck. If I were him I’d leave…*

***Erin:*** *Or go on a mission seeking vengeance.*

***Jacob:*** *Maybe - but right now that’s not our concern. Our concern is us. And it stays that way.*

Erin nods slowly, before turning to look at the nearby pharmacy.

***Erin:*** *I’m gonna take a quick look in the pharmacy, see what more I can find.*

She hurries off into the pharmacy, leaving Jacob to wait outside. As he’s waiting, Jacob hears a sound come from closeby. He spins around, and before he can react, SKITTLES THE CLOWN grabs him by the throat. Jacob tries fighting back, but the clown laughs at his efforts, before knocking him out. Slowly moving because of his injuries, Skittles bends down and begins dragging Jacob off.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/WAITING ROOM #1**

RANDALL FORSTER comes sprinting inside the waiting room, out of breath.

***Randall:*** *We’ve got a situation! Grab some fuckin’ guns and follow me!*

ALBERT HANSON and CLAYTON FREEMAN jump from their seats, grabbing guns and hurrying after Randall, who leads them out of the security room into the Entrance Plaza.

**Scene #12 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

Albert and Clayton come rushing out behind Randall, looking around frantically.

***Albert:*** *What the hell’s going on?!*

***Randall:*** *They-- they’re gone.*

Randall spins around, keeping his gun drawn.

***Albert:*** *What? Who? Who’s gone?*

***Randall:*** *The… the-- these--*

He shuts up when all of a sudden five hooded men wearing masks come rushing out a nearby store, armed with knives. Randall quickly aims up, shooting one of them in the torso, though he’s quickly tackled down by two of them. The remaining two hooded men begin scuffling with Albert and Clayton, both of whom were unable to get their gun up in time and fire.

***Albert:*** *Get off me--!*

With one good punch to the face, Albert is knocked out by the hooded man. Before the attacker kills Albert, Randall kicks the men off himself, and picks up one of their knives. He saves Albert by stabbing the man on top of him in the throat.

Clayton is able to retrieve the taser from his belt and taze the man attacking him, but it only stops the man for a brief moment, before he goes right back to fighting with Clayton.

One of the hooded attackers slashes Randall in the arm.

***Randall:*** *FUCK!*

Angered, Randall punches him with his other arm, and then reaches for his pistol. With it, he shoots two of them in the head. They drop dead instantly. Across from Randall, Clayton is able to get to his own gun, and fire a round through the last attacker’s neck, killing him. Wounded and tired, Randall drops his gun and approaches one of the dead men. Upon removing his mask, all he sees is an ordinary man. Clayton shakes Albert, trying to wake him up, but he’s knocked out cold.

The security room door opens, as WILLIAM REYNES steps out, looking down at the bodies with concern.

***Randall:*** *What the fuck was this? I didn’t want to get attacked by a damn cult.*

Clayton shrugs, taking a seat on the floor.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - AL FRESCA PLAZA**

ERIN MONROE exits the pharmacy after a couple minutes of looking around. Jacob is nowhere in sight.

***Erin:*** *Jacob? Jacob?!*

She kills a zombie while waiting for Jacob to show himself.

***Erin:*** *Jacob this isn’t funny-- I…*

When Jacob still doesn’t show himself, Erin realizes something is wrong. She shoves a zombie aside, beginning to rush down towards the Entrance Plaza.

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

ERIN MONROE comes running up the stairs to the second floor of the plaza. She stops outside the security room, where RANDALL FORSTER, CLAYTON FREEMAN and WILLIAM REYNES are still standing around, not even bothering to ask about the corpses beside them.

***Erin:*** ***(Quickly, panicked)*** *Jacob’s been taken!*

***Randall:*** *Taken by who? The boogeyman? What?*

***Erin:*** *No time to joke - just get inside the security room!*

She runs off into the security room. Randall sighs, standing up and walking after her. Clayton picks up the unconscious ALBERT HANSON and carries him inside. William waits outside.

**Scene #14 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/MAIN HALL**

In the middle of the hallway, FELIX QUARTERMAN stands in the way of Erin and the others.

***Felix:*** *All of you- pull the fucking breaks.*

***Erin:*** *Jacob’s been taken - we need to get him, come on!*

***Felix:*** *I know. I’ve seen. The fucking clown got him. And we’re going after them. He’s put Jacob on the ride in Wonderland Plaza. The clown is in shit shape… I want you all to know - I’m going to kill this bastard myself. Who’s with me?*

***Randall:*** *Wish I could… but, uh - arm… Some, uh - some cult… hooded gents out there. Not really gentlemen but-- I best get patched up.*

Randall heads into the waiting room, as Clayton is setting Albert down onto a chair.

***Erin:*** *I’m with you - just come on! He’s gonna kill him if we don’t hurry.*

***Clayton:*** *I’ll help as well.*

***Felix:*** *If he wanted him dead, he’d have killed him by now. He’s baiting us.*

***Erin:*** *Well, we’re taking the bait. We need to get to him now. Right damn now. Come on!*

***Felix:*** *The three of us? A wounded fucking gut-stabbed prick and two people who can fight? No, not gonna cut it.*

***Erin:*** *I don’t have time for this!*

She hurries out of the room.

***Felix:*** *Aw fuck sake. Clayton, come on!*

They follow her out of the security room.

**Scene #14 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

Outside the security room, WILLIAM REYNES is waiting with one of the SMGs they acquired earlier.

***Felix:*** ***(To William)*** *This way! Info is-- clown’s taken him to Wonderland. We’re cutting through the Food Court.*

***William: (Nodding)*** *Alright.*

***Felix:*** *Do what you want with this psycho… but I want the final hit.*

Felix, William and Clayton head down the stairs, trying to catch up with Erin who’s already halfway across the plaza.

**Scene #14 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - AL FRESCA PLAZA**

Felix and the other two men finally catch up to Erin in the Al Fresca Plaza, only a few steps from the entrance to the food court.

***Felix:*** *Erin - slow the fuck down! I’m wounded.*

A zombie lunges at Felix, and he struggles with it for a moment, before Erin stabs it in the head. Felix then recomposes himself, before looking at the three he’s with.

***Felix:*** *Alright - now stick with us. We can’t just run in, the clown is baiting us.*

***Erin:*** *I--I know. But William - William understands the rush. It’s his best friend.*

***Felix:*** *And I understand the rush… ‘cause it’s the clown that killed Helen. We all do!*

With that, Felix turns and heads into the food court, the others following.

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

In the food court, a pack of zombies have gathered up in the center of the room. Above them, ROGER HALL is hanging from the room, having been strung upside down. The zombies below reach up at him.

***Edward:*** *Stay back! Get to that bench - stay high up!*

ERIN MONROE and the others listen to EDWARD REMAR’s advice, staying far back from the zombies.

***Edward:*** *This here, my friends - is the SECOND sniper son! Have anything to say to him… before the GRAND show?!*

***Roger:*** *Help me! Please-- show mercy!*

Roger cries, as Edward laughs in the background. Erin and the others show no emotion towards the sniper.

***Erin:*** *What are you gonna do to him?*

***Edward:*** *As you can see- I will be lowering him down… to have him served as a meal in the* ***food*** *court! Genius, I know.*

***Roger:*** *PLEASE - DON’T DO THIS-- I CAN CHANGE! IT’S NEVER TOO LATE! SHOW MERCY - PLEASE!*

***Clayton:*** *What about the other sniper? Where’s he?*

***Edward:*** *He has a wounded shoulder and has disappeared. But he has no sniper rifle. So the threat is DIMINISHED. Now - who has any last words to our friend here?*

***Roger:*** *Don’t do this!* ***(To Clayton)*** *You -- you there, OFFICER! A man of the law! You--you can help me change! Please… I beg. I… we-- dad told us to do it! Family first. On the first day - people tried to do the same to us. You… you need to see. Please… Please.*

***Clayton:*** *I understand… But you didn’t hesitate to kill my friend.*

Roger looks down at the snarling zombies in horror.

***Roger:*** *HE’S GONNA FEED ME TO THEM! AT LEAST - A HUMANE DEATH! PLEASE!*

***Edward:*** *Enough of this.*

Slowly, Edward begins lowering Roger down.

***Roger:*** *NO -- PLEASE! HAVE MERCY-- IT’S DAY TWO!*

His voice is ignored, as Edward continues lowering him down until the zombies get their hands on Roger, beginning to tear into him. Edward grins, as Roger screams, the zombies ripping him apart.

***Edward:*** *And that - is the end of our show. Thank you for coming, folks.*

***Clayton:*** ***(Quietly, about Edward)*** *He’s insane… but at least he’s a good guy…*

***Edward:*** *I will be keeping one of the snipers, but as a token of my generosity, who wants the second?*

***William:*** *Me.*

Edward drops the gun down to him.

***Edward:*** *You’ll need to first learn to use it. It does not happen overnight.*

***Clayton:*** *We’re after the clown. You wanna help us?*

***Erin:*** *And he has Jacob! Help us get him, Edward. Please.*

***Edward:*** *I suppose I can stop by. Let us go on.*

The survivors walk around the distracted horde of zombies and enter Wonderland Plaza.

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - WONDERLAND PLAZA**

In Wonderland Plaza, Jacob is in the space rider, unconscious, strapped in and zooming around the plaza.

***Erin:*** *Oh my god - look.*

***Clayton:*** *That’s fast--*

From above, a burst of gunfire rains down on them, hitting Edward in his stomach and shoulder, causing him to drop to the ground. William dives for cover, returning fire with his SMG.

***William:*** *Someone get Edward!*

***Erin:*** *C’mere Eddie!*

She helps Edward up and pulls him into cover, William providing them cover fire. Above, the clown’s laughter echoes.

***Skittles:*** *Ahahahaha! Come to play? How’s Miss Cullen?!*

***William:*** *Better than you in a few seconds!*

***Skittles:*** *Well… that leaves me no choice!*

Skittles lights a stick of dynamite and tosses it over the railing below, landing beside Felix. He’s forced out into the open to avoid the explosion. Clayton shoots up towards the clown, allowing Felix to find new cover. Meanwhile, William tries making a run to the staircase, but Skittles sees him and shoots him in the leg, stopping him. With Clayton shooting at the clown again, William makes it back behind cover. The next time Skittles stands up to shoot, William puts a bullet in his chest, and Clayton shoots him in the stomach. The clown stumbles back, and then tumbles down the staircase, dropping his weapon in the process. He hits the floor at the bottom, bleeding out and not moving.

***William:*** *Felix, go.*

***Felix:*** *You guys go help Jacob…*

William rushes up the stairs, into the space rider control room, stopping the ride at the station. Below, Felix slowly approaches Skittles the Clown.

***Skittles:*** *Ehe, you? You’re going to kill me? Ahahahaha!*

***Felix:*** *William! Grab his chainsaw from the control room and give it to me.*

Skittles continues laughing as William comes down the stairs, the clown’s chainsaw in hand. He gives it over to Felix.

***Felix:*** *Thank you.*

***Erin:*** *Hey-- I need some help with Edward!*

Clayton approaches to help patch up Edward’s wounds for the time being.

***Felix:*** ***(To Skittles)*** *I’m not even going to waste my time with you.*

He powers up the chainsaw.

***Skittles:*** *Well that’s just a shame--*

Felix brings the chainsaw down onto Skittles’ stomach, cutting him in half with it. Skittles, in his final moments, laughs quietly until he passes out and dies. But Felix isn’t done, as he continues using the chainsaw to slice off the clown’s limbs, drenching himself in blood.

As this is happening, Jacob wakes up and steps off of the space rider, stumbling around. He starts walking down the stairs, almost tripping. When Erin sees him, she gets up and hurries over, hugging and kissing him. Afterwards, Jacob and Erin walk over to William.

***Jacob:*** *Thanks, pal. I knew you’d have been here in an instant.*

***William:*** *I tried, but I didn’t know where you were.*

***Jacob:*** *No-- I’m not being sarcastic. You made it here. I’m thanking you. I had the faith you would make it here. And you did.*

***William:*** *Oh -- well, thanks. Glad you’re okay.*

***Erin:*** *I’ll take him back to the security room. What are you going to do with Edward?*

***William:*** *I’ll bring him back. He needs proper medical attention. Let’s go, gents.*