Moment of Silence/Transcript

*“We need each other - now more than ever.”* *—William*

**Starring:**

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

**Also Starring**

Daniel Sharman as DANIEL ROCKWELL

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

Scarlett Johansson as REBECCA DAWSON

Tom Holland as LLOYD WALLER

Thandiwe Newton as ANGELA JAEGAR

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

**Guest Starring**

Joe Morton as ISAAC MOSES

David Boat as LAYTON ZIMMERS

Daniel Bruhl as ALEX WEISS

Dan Aykroyd as ED ANDERSON

Tim Wersan as KYLE DOUGLASS

Nico Bustamante as BERNIE ORTAN

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**Scene #1**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PARKING LOT - EARLY AFTERNOON**

EDWARD REMAR sits, his back up against the cement mixer, his eyes fixated on DAMERAE BADRICK’s corpse in front of him. Blood trickles down his arm from where he had been shot, but it doesn’t bother him. He then slowly leans forward, gripping the knife that’s sticking out Badrick’s stomach. He tears it out, and simply stares at it, unaware of BENJAMIN TAYLOR walking up to him.

***Benjamin:*** *The group from the mall. They’re here.*

***Edward: (He looks up)*** *You saw them?*

***Benjamin:*** *They were the ones taking the stand. They are all resting inside. And you…*

***Edward:*** *…I thought you’d seen enough fighting.*

***Benjamin:*** *I wasn’t just going to let you all die. In the end it was opportune that I arrived. If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now.*

***Edward:*** *…and neither would he* ***(He glances at Badrick)***.

***Benjamin:*** *It’s quite possible he’d be here regardless. He was dying of his sickness. We just happened to be here.*

***Edward:*** *No… I killed him. I killed Badrick. It was me. I did what I promised I would.*

***Benjamin:*** *Then I’m sure you feel satisfied… You should probably get that arm patched up.*

Benjamin pivots, his footsteps heard walking away. Edward frowns.

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**Scene #2**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - EARLY AFTERNOON**

DEAN HOWARDS rests on the grass, his UZI sitting beside him. Standing above him is AUSTIN KINGSTON, who’s in the middle of talking to him.

***Austin:*** *--yeah, I thought I was - done for this fight.*

***Dean:*** *I can’t blame you. That was a hell of a fight, we’d seen from afar. There was so much noise - I’d thought at first it was a bad idea. Most of us did. But-- we powered through. And hey, we ma-- Most of us… made it.*

***Austin:*** *Most? Who, uh… Who died? If you don’t mind me asking.*

***Dean:*** *Well - Angela. She’s still - laying near there. I don’t know about the others yet, but-- I assume there’s more.*

***Austin: (He glances at Angela)*** *Yes… I saw that one happen. Brutal.*

***Dean:*** *Do you know if Badrick is dead yet? I didn’t get to see. I don’t think any of us did.*

***Austin:*** *Haven’t seen that guy in a while. Last I saw he was freaking out in front of our cell.*

***Dean:*** *If he’s not dead yet, he must be a God or something supernatural.*

RANDALL FORSTER looks over towards them, slowly walking over.

***Randall:*** *It’s been a while. How’d you all end up here?*

***Dean:*** *I forgot to ask that, yeah - you, uh, you guys doing good? As -- good as you can be.*

***Austin:*** *Uh, we all sorta got captured. Led into a trap. Don’t remember much other than we got here - thinking it might be safe. Next thing, our guns are taken, we get thrown into a cell. And this was right after the school.*

***Dean:*** *The school was horrible. I didn’t think anything could get worse than that. I thought that was really the worst of it.*

***Austin:*** *It’s what I thought too. But this-- This tops it all.*

***Dean:*** *If Badrick really is dead, there’s gonna be a lot of re-morphing for myself. I’ve lost a lot after Jim’s death. I forgot who I was before. I don’t know if I’ll ever regain it. I don’t know if we’ll all ever be the same really, to be truthful.*

CLYDE ROLLINS looks around the pitch, noticing that Edward is still absent.

***Clyde:*** *I think I… I’m going to look for Edward.*

He nods slowly, starting to walk off, but stops when he sees BENJAMIN TAYLOR strolling out onto the pitch over to them.

***Benjamin:*** *He’s in the parking lot.*

***Dean:*** *Oh, good-- Did he do what he promised to do?*

***Benjamin:*** ***(He nods)*** *He did.*

***Dean:*** *Holy shit… He killed Badrick?*

***Benjamin:*** *If anything - he finished him off. Badrick would’ve died with or without us.*

***Dean:*** *Still… I-- I… Huh…*

***Clyde:*** *I should, uh… go and have a word with him. Excuse me.*

Clyde rushes off of the pitch.

***Albert:*** *Well - Badrick is really dead now.*

***Randall:*** *That’s that.*

***Albert:*** *I didn’t think he’d ever die.*

***Dean:*** *Just like that, huh. That simple…* ***(He rubs his face)*** *Hm. I, uh… I expected to be - happier or more-- ecstatic. But… Huh… I dunno, he’s just - been on the run for so long, been able to escape so much, I guess I-- I expected more.*

***Austin:*** *At least we can stop being attacked by his dumb ass now.*

***Dean:*** *Yeah, yeah. You’re right.*

***Austin:*** *I can enjoy my whiskey in peace… Once I find some.*

***Dean:*** *I remember how that was. I used to not be able to live without a bottle.* ***(He chuckles lightly, then sighs)*** *I was a - bad man. I was never really good to anyone. My wife, uh - who I promised to live for… That I’d love and - praise for eternity, I, uh… I would hurt her frequently so-- I think it’s good to talk about now because - it helps me realize I’ve changed so much since then. Now’s a really good time.*

***Austin:*** *Indeed. That was the past, you a new man now. Me - nah, I haven’t changed.*

***Dean:*** *No?*

***Austin:*** *Nope.*

***Dean:*** *Nah, that’s a lie. People change all the time.*

***Austin:*** *I’ve been drinking since I turned twenty-one. I don’t plan to change.*

***Dean:*** *I only started after I, uh, started having troubles and what not with my wife’s relationship. It was only every now and then but-- After that, it was a downward spiral of hell. Now I’ve been clean, very much so. Mainly because I’ve only had - running to put into my head. Nothing else to give thought to. But now that’s gone. What do I do?*

***Austin:*** *Uh…*

Austin scratches his head, as Dean rubs his face, sighing.

***Benjamin:*** *Why don’t you both just treasure these few moments of silence you have.*

***Dean:*** *Yeah, yeah-- Yeah, I will.*

***Randall:*** *Cheers to that…*

***Austin:*** *Yeah… Yeah, sure.*

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**Scene #3**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - EARLY AFTERNOON**

Across the field, LAYTON ZIMMERS is sitting on a bench next to ALEX WEISS. He looks ahead at JON MATTHEWS, who’s still sitting next to ANGELA JAEGAR, holding her hand.

ED ANDERSON comes walking over to Jon, kneeling down.

***Ed:*** *You know… I really thought she was invincible. She gave off that aura of confidence, approached situations with such a level-head. She saved my life more times than I can count, but I remember four significant occasions where my clumsiness or inability would’ve gotten me killed. But it didn’t, not with her watching my back.*

Jon continues to look down at Angela, not bothering to respond to him.

***Ed:*** *You know, it says a lot about you that you managed to win her heart. That’s something that I can imagine her case isn’t very easy. We can - bury her here… just whenever you’re ready.*

Ed stands up, and turns to walk off, going to take a seat on the bench next to Layton and Alex.

***Layton:*** *Ed. She, uh… I’ll miss her.*

***Ed:*** *Yeah… I’ll miss her too, pal.*

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**Scene #4**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - HALLWAYS**

MARCUS DOWNES is knelt down next to FRASER STILLER and ZAC BARNES, looking down at them with a broken look on his face. Both of them had already been stabbed in the head to prevent reanimation. KATE BLOODSTONE places a hand on Marcus’ shoulder.

***Kate:*** *Hey… They went out fighting… together. We should… We should get them outside. We can bury them with Angela.*

Marcus nods slowly, standing up.

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**Scene #5**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PARKING LOT - EARLY AFTERNOON**

Something catches EDWARD REMAR’s attention out of the corner of his eye. He looks up towards DAMERAE BADRICK, seeing his hand twitch. Badrick groans quietly, as his eyes open. He rotates his head, seeing Edward by the cement mixer, still on the ground. He snarls, trying to sit up, but the gaping wound in his stomach prevents him. Edward gets up, holding his arm. He steps over to Badrick, starting down at him, hearing his growls, before spitting down onto him. He bends down, gripping his knife.

Behind him, CLYDE ROLLINS approaches slowly, concerned. Edward’s back is to him, and all he can see is Edward struggling to cut something.

***Clyde:*** *Edward… I see you… managed to go through with--*

A brutal tear is heard, and Edward shuffles away from Badrick, revealing that he had cut off the man’s head, yet the zombified head continues to growl lowly, its mouth opening and closing.

***Clyde:*** *What are you going to do with it?*

Edward picks up the head with both of his hands, staring at it, silent.

***Clyde:*** *Well, ehm… Now that you’ve done it… that you’ve got your revenge… You can maybe… focus on surviving again… On living.*

***Edward:*** *I just need to revel in this right now, Clyde. I just need to savour it. Thank you for saving me back there. It means a great deal that you made sure to come after me.*

***Clyde:*** *Well…* ***(He chuckles lightly)*** *What else are friends for? How about you come inside? Come see everyone - it’s been a while. It was… certainly jarring for me to see so many of them. Hah - the last time I did… I had both of my eyes.*

***Edward:*** *Do they know?*

***Clyde:*** *That you-- That you killed him? Word is spreading.*

***Edward:*** *They deserve to see.*

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**Scene #6**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - EARLY AFTERNOON**

As RANDALL FORSTER walks through the pitch, he notices KATE BLOODSTONE and MARCUS DOWNES finally emerging out onto the pitch. He smiles, but it doesn’t last long when he notices the bodies they’re dragging.

***Austin:*** ***(Looking at the bodies)*** *Who are they-- Oh - shit, sorry.*

Kate and Marcus gently put down FRASER STILLER and ZAC BARNES’s bodies next to each other on the field.

***Austin:*** *God damn…* ***(He shakes his head)*** *Two good men.*

***Dean:*** *I… That’s-- That’s…*

***Austin:*** *Fraser and Zac* ***(He sighs)***. *This is such a big fucking mess.*

***Kate:*** *We’re going to bury them…*

She looks around, seeing JON MATTHEWS next to ANGELA JAEGAR. She slowly approaches him.

***Kate:*** *Jon… we should bury her too. We can now, is that alright?*

He nods, taking his hand away from Angela’s.

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**Scene #7**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PARKING LOT - EARLY AFTERNOON**

A freshly turned undead Rasta groans, stumbling towards ISAAC MOSES, raising his arms. Isaac lifts his gun, smacking the zombie to the ground, and then bashing its head in with the butt of his gun. He looks up, seeing a couple more stumbling towards him. ALDUS PAXTON fires into one of their heads with his rifle, making Isaac flinch in fright. DANIEL ROCKWELL stabs another zombie, then looks over towards Aldus.

***Isaac:*** *Aw - man, save the bullets!*

***Daniel:*** *You know, all firing is gonna do is bring more. Contradicts the work we’re doing here.*

***Aldus:*** *It’s a habit. And sorry - sorry.*

***Daniel:*** *These fuckers are just gonna keep gathering up at the sandbags… They aren’t gonna stop coming. This is just about holding them for as long as we can.*

Isaac and Aldus go back to meleeing the zombies, but more and more keep stumbling over to them, or rising from the dead after being killed during the battle.

***Isaac:*** *There’s so many of them--*

***Aldus:*** *Must be the locals.*

***Isaac:*** *I don’t think this’ll last, Dan--*

Isaac shoves another zombie back, before whacking it with his gun.

***Daniel:*** *Fuck it… We’re not even making a dent into the horde. Everyone pull back inside, board up the front entrance as best you can.*

***Isaac:*** *Thank you, man-- Thank you.*

***Daniel:*** *Come on!*

The three of them turn, rushing back into the building, closing the front doors, which are already beaten and nearly broken due to the attack.

***Daniel:*** *Alright - use what you can to board this shit up. I’m going to go and tell everyone that we need to figure this shit out.*

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE NEIGHBOURHOOD - KYLE’S HOUSE**

In the living room, LLOYD WALLER is sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. KYLE DOUGLASS and the zombie that had killed him are both laying on the floor in the same spots Lloyd had put them down. After a moment, Lloyd gets up, grabbing Kyle’s hatchet.

He makes his way out of the house through the back door, spotting a single zombie hobbling around. He quickly approaches it, and before the zombie can even turn around, Lloyd swings his hatchet at it in rage - missing its head. The hatchet hits its neck, and gets stuck inside it. Unable to pull it out, the zombie pushes Lloyd over onto the snowy grass. Lloyd frantically crawls back, taking hold of a rock, and using it to smack the zombie in the head. He hits it again, causing it to fall over, where Lloyd continues to beat its head in with the rock. After it's dead, Lloyd grabs the hatchet and tears it out of its neck, standing up.

**Scene #8 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE NEIGHBOURHOOD - STREET - EVENING**

As Lloyd is heading down the street (which is now mostly clear of zombies), he spots three zombies feasting on something near the curb. He approaches, and frowns upon realizing that what they’re eating is the remains of BERNIE ORTAN. Lloyd raises his hatcher and slams it into one of the zombie’s heads, killing it. He rips it out, and drives the hatchet into the second zombie’s face as it’s getting up. By the time he pulls the hatchet out of its face, the third zombie is on its feet -- but Lloyd easily takes it down by jamming his hatchet into its forehead. Lloyd exhales, looking down down at Bernie - which is practically unrecognizable if it weren’t for his torn clothing .

***Lloyd:*** *…I’m sorry… that I did this to you.*

Still frowning, Lloyd looks up at the sky, taking a deep breath. He then starts walking down the street.

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**Scene #9**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - AFTERNOON**

KATE BLOODSTONE walks down the pitch, looking over at JON MATTHEWS, MARCUS DOWNES and AUSTIN KINGSTON each digging a grave. She frowns, going to take a seat on one of the benches next to ALEX WEISS.

***Kate:*** *I didn’t think we’d ever see you again.*

***Alex:*** *Me neither.*

***Kate:*** *After the mall… You ended up here too?*

***Alex:*** *Well, it all somehow led up to this. I guess.*

***Kate: (She nods slowly)*** *Are you going to stay with us?*

***Alex:*** *I guess. I’ve got nothing else to do.*

***Kate: (She smiles)*** *Welcome back, then.*

***Alex:*** *Thank you.*

Kate looks forward, hearing RANDALL FORSTER saying something.

***Randall:*** *Fuckin’ hell.*

Randall looks on at EDWARD REMAR, who tosses DAMERAE BADRICK’s head onto the field towards them all.

***Edward:*** *Rather appropriate.*

***Austin:*** *Is that - Badrick?*

***Dean:*** *Huh…*

DEAN HOWARDS steps over, looking down at Badrick’s head. He kneels down next to it.

***Dean:*** *Not gonna hurt anyone now, are you? Unless I put my finger in your mouth.*

He stands up again, stepping away.

Nearby, JARED KELLINGS is seen swaggering out of the inside of the stadium and onto the pitch.

***Jared:*** *What’s up guys?*

***Clyde:*** *Jared--what do you know--you’re alive! Haven’t seen you since… Since the bus. We lost you in the mist.*

***Jared:*** *Always, bro.*

***Austin:*** *Where’ve you been this entire fight? Just hiding?*

***Jared: (He yawns)*** *No! Of course not.* ***(To Edward)*** *Say, have you seen a guy named Robin? Also, where’s caramel tits -- sorry, Becca.*

***Edward:*** *Robin is no longer with us. I wondered how long it would take you to ask about him.*

***Jared:*** ***(He frowns)*** *Sad.*

***Kate:*** *Rebecca is in the infirmary…*

***Jared:*** *Hey - thanks, baby.*

***Dean:*** *You’ve really made a means of making your presence known, huh?*

***Jared:*** *You could say that.*

Jared extends his arm to Dean, offering a handshake.

***Dean:*** *My hands hurt.*

***Jared:*** *No problem, pal. Another time, then.*

LAYTON ZIMMERS comes walking over to them, a grin on his face.

***Layton:*** *Good to see you again, friend! I was worried we might have lost you during the chaos.*

***Jared:*** *Nah, don’t worry. Still here.*

Jon lays down his shovel, making his way over towards Jared and the others.

***Jon:*** *So… where were you? During the fight?*

***Austin: (Quietly)*** *Uh-oh.*

Jared’s disrespectful grin slowly turns into an angry frown as Jon walks up to him.

***Jared:*** *Around, you could say. What do you mean? I was here.*

***Jon:*** *Don’t fuck with me. Where were you? Show me your hiding spot.*

***Jared:*** *Now… What hiding spot would you be referring to?*

Jon forces a smile, throwing his arms into the air.

***Jon:*** *Silly me. See, I just… We were undermanned out here. I didn’t spot you. Outgunned, outnumbered.*

***Jared:*** *Ah - no worries, man. Just know I helped.*

***Jon:*** *We could’ve used the help.* ***She*** *could’ve used the help.*

***Jared: (He pats Jon on the shoulder)*** *You can’t save everyone - can you? And-- who’s ‘she’, by the way?*

Jon punches him square in the nose. Jared tumbles back, but Jon catches him by his collar, and continues punching him. Jared’s nose spurts blood, as Jon headbutts him to the ground.

***Austin:*** *Hey - hey! Jon-- Jon, calm down.*

***Jon:*** *Not everyone can be saved, huh? Who’s gonna save you right now?*

Jon slams his fist into the side of Jared’s face again. Jared tries to block his punches, but utterly fails.

***Kate:*** *Jon… He’s not worth it.*

***Jared:*** *--speak - for yourself, girl.*

***Austin:*** *Well-- now you’re just asking for it.*

Kate frowns, as Jon punches over and again, beating him relentlessly, his own fists starting to bleed.

***Randall:*** *Aight - aight, let’s all chill. Jon - look at yourself, man.*

Randall gently places his hand on Jon’s shoulder. Jon stops beating the man, and stands up, breathing heavily.

***Jon:*** *Lying sack of shit.*

He kicks Jared, who grunts in pain. Jon turns away, going back to digging Angela’s grave.

***Alex:*** *That was… something.*

***Layton:*** *Well, uh…*

Layton approaches Jared, helping him to his feet.

***Layton:*** *I’ll, uh - help you to the infirmary.*

***Jared:*** *Thanks…*

***Austin:*** *Can’t blame Jon for going that far.*

Jared looks over at him, giving him the finger.

***Austin:*** *Do that again - I’ll tear that finger off.*

***Dean:*** *I think he’s taken enough beating for today. But - he definitely would deserve it.*

***Layton:*** *I think it’s, uh, best for everyone, and for himself that we just - get him out of the way. Come on, friend.*

Layton helps Jared off the field.

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**Scene #10**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - INFIRMARY**

LAYTON ZIMMERS escorts JARED KELLINGS into the infirmary, where WILLIAM REYNES is seen sitting in silence beside REBECCA DAWSON, who’s unconscious. His arm has been patched up to the best of his ability.

***Layton:*** *Just, uhhh - take a seat here, my friend.*

Jared nods, slumping down into a chair.

***William:*** *What happened to him?*

***Layton:*** *Oh, uh… He got beaten up.*

William smiles, sitting back in his chair.

***Layton:*** *I’ll, uh… I’ll take my leave now.*

Layton walks out of the room.

***William:*** *Jared. Who kicked the shit out of you this time?*

***Jared:*** *Well, if you must know, it was some guy who was digging a grave.*

***William:*** *I can take an educated guess that you deserved it.*

***Jared:*** *Nah.*

***William:*** *Didn’t see you during the battle.*

Jared disregards his question, glancing over towards Rebecca.

***Jared:*** *What happened to her?*

***William:*** *Maybe if you were fighting with the rest of us, you’d know.*

***Jared:*** *Maybe if you protected your girlfriend better she wouldn’t be lying there like that.*

William stands up slowly, glaring at him. His hands slides across a table, taking hold of a scalpel.

***William:*** *You have a death wish, you crazy bastard.*

***Jared:*** *You could say that again.*

***William:*** *Just - get the fuck out.*

***Jared:*** *Come on, man - don’t you see I’m WOUNDED? From the hell of battle.*

***William:*** *Get out - before this scalpel coincidently finds a way into your neck.*

***Jared:*** *Pfft, fine, pretty boy.*

Jared grunts, standing up. He limps towards the door, leaving.

***William:*** *Should’ve gotten beat harder.*

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**Scene #11**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - LATE AFTERNOON**

Later on in the day, the group is gathered outside, where Fraser, Zac and Angela have been buried. The only missing person is Lolida, and Rebecca who’s still unconscious in the infirmary. EDWARD REMAR stands at the back still holding onto DAMERAE BADRICK’s head, while JARED KELLINGS is notably standing far from everyone else, but still close enough to hear.  After a long silence, WILLIAM REYNES paces to the front of everyone, turning to face them.

***William:*** *They’ll all be missed - each and every one of them. They laid down their lives to help keep the rest of us alive. I’m sure every single one of you would happily trade places with them right now.*

William pauses for a second, before looking over to MARCUS DOWNES.

***William:*** *Fraser and Zac, your friends--our friends--fought until the bitter end, right outside that infirmary door. Together. I can guarantee you - that wherever they are right now - they’re looking down on you, smiling. Without Fraser, we’d have one more person to bury. Without him, Rebecca would be with the rest of them right now. They saved her, and I’m sure there’s no other way they’d have rather it ended.*

***Marcus:*** *They-- They did that?*

***William: (He nods)*** *Saved her life.* ***(He looks at Jon)*** *Speaking of saving lives - without Jon and Angela’s plan, we’d be the ones getting buried alongside them. Angela was a brave woman - a strong woman - something the apocalypse couldn’t take away from her. And we all owe her--and Jon--our lives. I’m not a therapist, far from it, but if any of you feel down, and need someone to talk to, I’m all ears. And I’m sure the rest of you are too. We need each other - now more than ever.*

***Kate:*** *William… What now?*

William goes silent, looking around the stadium, at the destruction.

***William:*** *Well… We should take a day’s rest, and find somewhere to move to away from this hellhole. We’ve lost enough here.*

***Randall:*** *Agreed.*

***Dean:*** *Yeah.*

***Austin:*** *Mhm…*

***Aldus:*** *But where?*

***William:*** *I’ll find a place for us to move to. I hope that you can all have faith that from now on, I’ll make the right decisions for the whole group. But for now - you guys should go rest. It’s been a long week.*

The crowd starts to disperse, people walking off to different parts of the stadium. KATE BLOODSTONE approaches William.

***Kate:*** *Not bad, Will.*

She pats him on the shoulder, and continues walking.

Marcus sighs, looking over towards ALDUS PAXTON.

***Marcus:*** *I know how much it would’ve meant to Fraser to have been able to make things right where he thought he went wrong. I wish we could’ve told him we were proud…*

He turns, walking off slowly. Aldus frowns, taking another look at the three graves.

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**Scene #12**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - LATE AFTERNOON**

After the funeral, DANIEL ROCKWELL strolls over to WILLIAM REYNES, nodding to him.

***Daniel:*** *Cute speech. Seriously, it was good.*

***William: (He smiles slightly)*** *My heart was in my throat.*

***Daniel:*** *Couldn’t really speak to one of you before, wasn’t sure which of you was in charge. But now -- I’m guessing that person is you.*

***William:*** *Looks like it.*

***Daniel:*** *I know you all probably plan to bail soon… Truth is I originally did too, with Isaac and Lolida. But, uh… you seem like good people. Maybe, if it’s alright with you, we join up.*

***William:*** *The more the merrier. We owe you one anyway.*

***Daniel:*** *Then it’s, uh, it’s good to know we won’t be left behind when you’re all forced to inevitably get out of this wreck. The doors are holding for now. But there’s not long left. I’m gonna take Isaac out, find Lolida. I think I know where he’s gone.*

***William:*** *Be safe out there - the two of you.*

Daniel nods, and goes to turn around. On his way off the pitch he bumps into EDWARD REMAR, who’s still carrying DAMERAE BADRICK’s zombified head.

***Daniel:*** *Looks like you got him in the end.*

***Edward:*** *It wasn’t at the docks, but in the end, yes.*

***Daniel:*** *He was an awful piece of shit, took my best friend… But holding his head isn’t gonna make you feel better. I’d rather just forget.*

He walks past Edward. Edward slowly walks forward, meeting William.

***Edward:*** *I heard about Jacob. I thought you’d want to see this up close* ***(He holds up the head)***. *Don’t do anything to it, it’s a trophy.*

***William:*** *Thank you. At least he got what he died for in the end.*

Edward nods.

***William:*** *You should rest up too - I don’t doubt you’ve been through hell recently.*

William nods back to him, before turning and walking off towards the infirmary. Edward watches him go, standing still. Seeing that Edward hasn’t gotten rid of Badrick’s head yet, BENJAMIN TAYLOR comes walking up to him.

***Benjamin:*** *When are you going to get rid of it?*

***Edward:*** *Get rid of it? We just got it…*

***Benjamin:*** *You can’t let him go. That’s weak. You got what you wanted. I think we all did. Carrying around that head isn’t going to help you feel satisfied, it isn’t going to convince you that you were able to take his life with him begging like you wanted. The truth is, none of that mattered. It just matters that he died.*

***Edward:*** *I* ***am*** *satisfied. I feel great.*

***Benjamin:*** *I don’t think that. I think you’re bullshitting yourself. You just* ***want*** *to feel satisfied. That’s why you’re carrying around his fucking head. It’s over, Edward. Let it be.*

Benjamin shakes his head, turning and walking off.

***Edward: (Quietly)*** *I do feel satisfied…*

Edward looks down at Badrick’s head again, unaware of CLYDE ROLLINS approaching him. He’d overheard their conversation.

***Clyde:*** *Hey… Edward. How about -- you come sit with your old friend, Clyde?*

***Edward:*** *You’re not my old friend, Clyde. We’re still friends.*

Edward starts following Clyde, who’s taken a seat up in the stands.

***Clyde:*** *Oh - you’re bringing the head. Okay.*

Edward sits down next to Clyde, placing the head in the seat beside himself.

***Clyde:*** *Don’t you think it’s… time to move on? You… You got what you wanted. He’s dead. I mean you’re holding his head-- Literally - his severed head. I don’t think-- everyone wants to see you carrying around a severed head… A constant reminder of him. And-- you shouldn’t either. Not discarding it, not letting it go… Doesn’t that prove how much power Badrick had over you?*

***Edward:*** *He didn’t have power over me… He’s the one that’s headless.*

***Clyde:*** *I don’t mean literally, Edward… I mean… he’s still on your mind. For so long now you’ve devoted yourself--your living to killing him. Now that it’s done---you don’t feel satisfied.*

***Edward:*** *Don’t say that. I feel fine. I feel FINE.*

***Clyde:*** *Edward… You wanted to take his life, you wanted to make him suffer. But when you saw how sick he was, that his sickness was stealing that opportunity away from you, it ruined it for you. But the truth is, it doesn’t matter. What matters is he died… and you still got to be there to see his final breaths… Isn’t that enough? Isn’t parading his head around for--even five minutes--enough? I miss my best friend. The one who’s hatred for Badrick - grew out of love and respect for a little girl… Out of wanting to do the right thing.*

Clyde rolls up Edward’s sleeve, pointing at Sarah’s friendship bracelet.

***Clyde:*** *That same man who--in his efforts--made* ***me*** *step up and become a better person. You did that, Edward. And it makes me sad having seen you consumed by vengeance for so long. But breathe out - exhale - it’s over. Let it go…*

Clyde gently pushes Badrick’s head onto the ground. Edward stares at Clyde, then at his friendship bracelet, and finally Badrick’s head. He takes a deep breath.

***Edward:*** *…Thank you, Clyde.*

Edward stands up, raising his foot above Badrick’s head. He stomps down on it, crushing its already weakened skull.

***Clyde:*** *So… How do you feel?*

***Edward:*** *I didn’t get what I wanted. You were right. That’ll always bother me, but you were right about me before.*

***Clyde: (He pats him on the shoulder)*** *I’m glad to have you back.*

Edward hugs him, before he turns, limping off with his cane.

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**Scene #13**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - ENTRANCE - FIRST FLOOR**

KATE BLOODSTONE walks towards the front doors, which have been boarded up with wooden planks. She sees MARCUS DOWNES standing by himself, staring at the boarded up doors, listening to the undead banging and clawing at the doors on the other side.

***Kate:*** *I’ve been looking for you.*

***Marcus:*** *I’m fine.*

***Kate:*** *No you aren’t. But that’s okay.*

***Marcus:*** *Honestly, Kate--*

***Kate:*** *I know you don’t like to stress people out. And I know you don’t tend to open up very much. So of course you’d tell me you’re fine.*

***Marcus: (He sighs, nodding)*** *I’ll get through it.*

***Kate:*** *You don’t have to do that alone.*

Marcus glances back at her.

***Kate:*** *They’d both be so proud of you, Marcus. William was right when he said that. And you can be proud of them, too… They died… fighting together. Them two… together… protecting Rebecca… someone they worked to save together.*

Marcus nods slowly, staying quiet. Kate gently puts a hand on his face.

***Kate:*** *Hey… Talk to me.*

***Marcus: (Coldly)*** *I have nothing to say. I just have to deal with this alone… I don’t need to talk to anyone.*

Kate takes her hand back, frowning.

***Marcus:*** *It’s not anyone else’s problem, Kate. It’s not yours, or anyone in the group. It’s mine. They’re dead… I wasn’t there to help them, and I didn’t even say goodbye. I don’t even remember my last interaction with either of them. Not a genuine one.*

***Kate:*** *How can I help? I want to help you, Marcus… I love you.*

***Marcus:*** *You can’t help me. And I don’t want you to feel obligated to. I just need to sort this out.*

Marcus walks past her, turning down a corridor. Kate frowns, starting to follow him, but she stops herself.

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**Scene #14**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - INFIRMARY**

WILLIAM REYNES is back in the infirmary, sitting beside REBECCA DAWSON’s bed, his eyes shut. Rebecca slowly opens her eyes, looking around confused. She tries sitting up.

***Rebecca:*** *Where is-- Ah--*

She falls back down onto her back. William stands up, looking over.

***William:*** *Don’t worry - take it easy.*

***Rebecca: (She nods slowly)*** *What… What happened?*

***William:*** *We beat the Rastas. Badrick’s dead. You-- You got shot. Pretty badly.*

***Rebecca:*** *It’s over?*

***William: (He nods)*** *But not without cost.*

***Rebecca: (Hesitantly)*** *Tell me…*

***William:*** *Angela - Zac and Fraser. Zac and Fraser fell right outside that door, protecting you.*

She frowns, looking away.

***William:*** *But - it’s over now.*

***Rebecca:*** *I never even… got to thank them for patching me up. I owe my life to them.*

***William:*** ***(He sits back down)*** *You should’ve seen Fraser. He was delighted with himself.*

***Rebecca:*** *I’m glad to hear that… but it makes the whole thing sadder.*

***William:*** *Hey - don’t be sad. Fraser would want you to be happy, wouldn’t he? He wouldn’t have had it any other way.*

Rebecca nods slowly, noticing a bandage around William’s arm.

***Rebecca:*** *Your arm…*

***William:*** *Oh - right. Don’t worry about it. It’s patched up. Only a bullet wound.*

***Rebecca:*** *What’s the plan now? From here on out?*

***William:*** *Well - I stepped up like you asked me to. We’re having a rest day, then tomorrow - we decide where we go from here on out.*

***Rebecca:*** *I told you that you were right for it. And I’m glad you did. Especially now, in the aftermath of all this.*

***William:*** *I’m no leader - but I guess it’s a learnable skill. But anyway - I should let you rest up* ***(He stands up)***.

***Rebecca:*** *Jacob would be proud of you.*

***William:*** *I hope so.*

***Rebecca:*** *I know that you’re the right one to lead us and call the shots moving forward. I think everyone does.*

***William:*** *Everyone except Jared, of course* ***(He smiles)***.

***Rebecca:*** *Fuck Jared* ***(She smiles back)***.

***William:*** *I’ll pass. I’ll let you recuperate in peace.*

William starts to head for the door, but stops when he feels Rebecca’s hand grab his.

***Rebecca:*** *You aren’t bothering me by being here. You can stay… if you want.*

William thinks to himself, before he goes to retake his seat by her side.