On the Clock/Transcript

*“They want you dead anyway. No matter how this goes, they’ll come for you for what you did to their farms.”* *—Benjamin*

**Starring:**

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

Simon Quarterman as FELIX QUARTERMAN

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Erin Richards as ERIN MONROE

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

Nicholas Hoult as CLAYTON FREEMAN

**Also Starring**

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Jim Broadbent as JIM BUTTERMAN

Drew Powell as TEDDY POWELL

Jon Bernthal as QUINCY ATHERTON

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

David Lyons as SHANE HAYWOOD

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

**Guest Starring**

Anthony Carrigan as ROBIN CLARKE

Michael Keaton as CURTIS VAN HORN

Eiza Gonzalez as MONICA REYNOLDS

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

Kevin Spacey as WILBUR WRIGHT

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

Isabelle Allen as SARAH TAYLOR

Daniel Bruhl as ALEX WEISS

**Co-Starring**

Who Cares as MICKEY FAHEY

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

In the food court, KATE BLOODSTONE, JIM BUTTERMAN and TEDDY POWELL are sitting around a table sometime in the evening, preparing for dinner.

***Kate:*** *Y’know, Jim. I love the idea. This is nice. Well done.*

***Jim:*** *Oh, thank you, Kate. I just - think that a sense of community is important.*

***Kate:*** *That’s because it is. Although…* ***(She looks over at the taco store)*** *there is a questionable guy in there.*

***Teddy:*** *Alex?*

***Kate:*** *Mmm, he tried to escape - or something. I seriously don’t know what he’s playing at.*

***Jim:*** *Perhaps he just thinks in a different way to the rest of us. He - does not understand the wrong in his actions. Lord knows though - he’s been given so many chances.*

***Kate:*** *And that’s the problem. How many more risks are we to take before something goes wrong?*

The three of them put their conversation on hold as they see FRASER STILLER entering the food court, alongside many others.

***Fraser:*** *I must say - it’s an honour to truly finally be able to have some real use. Being the chef here - that’s something. How are you all enjoying the options for dinner?*

***Kate:*** *Lovely, Fraser. Though I have heard high praise about your milkshakes.*

***Jim:*** *They were lovely. You’ve done wonderful, Fraser. Thank you.*

***Zac:*** *I’m far more comfortable having you as the chef than I am having you as a paramedic, that’s for sure.*

***Marcus:*** *Wow - this is-- a nice evening gathering. I guess the dinner idea has really been put into effect, huh? Nice going, Jim. It’s a pleasant atmosphere already.*

The group go to take their seats, as Fraser goes around making notes of what everybody wants to eat. He arrives at ALBERT HANSON.

***Fraser:*** *And for you, sir?*

***Albert:*** *I--*

A loud crash is heard nearby; glass shattering. Then silence.

***Zac:*** *What in the fucking fuck was that?*

***Albert:*** *A break in?*

People stand, drawing their guns. Footsteps are heard scurrying across the floor, growing closer. Then the echoing of a moan, as if someone’s in pain.

***Teddy:*** ***(Aiming his pistol)*** *Come out or I’ll shoot! One! Two! Three!*

A man bolts out from behind a store, crashing into a wall, directly in front of MARCUS DOWNES. He points his gun down at the man.

***Marcus:*** *He asked you to come on. You ran. Seem smart to you?*

***Mickey: (He chuckles softly)*** *Beats getting shot.*

***Albert:*** *You wouldn’t have gotten shot if you followed the man’s orders.*

***Zac:*** *Just kill this bastard. We shouldn’t waste our time on him.*

***William:*** *Since when did we become cold-blooded killers?*

MICKEY FAHEY grins, laughing quietly, as he gazes around the room. And then suddenly his hand flies up, knocking Marcus’ gun away. He turns and makes a run for it, disappearing back behind the store where he came from. Albert is the only one to give chase, following him up onto a few crates and through a broken window.

**Scene #1 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - BACK PARKING LOT - EVENING**

Mickey lands on a parked fire truck, but Albert is right behind him. As Mickey is trying to climb down, Albert fires a single shot into his leg, sending Mickey tumbling off the vehicle. Albert looks down at Mickey, and for good measure, shoots him once more in his hand. Albert then turns away, leaving the man for dead.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE BAR**

AUSTIN KINGSTON sits in his bar, listening to the sounds of bangs at his door. Logan is nowhere in sight; the note that he’d left earlier was also missing. A pair of zombies bang on the front door, but Austin stays seated, trying to ignore it. When he can no longer stand the noise, he takes a swig from his whiskey bottle, stands up, and goes to deal with the dead. He blows off the heads of both zombies, and then steps outside, taking a good look around the area. No Logan. Sighing, he turns and heads back inside.

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**Scene #3**

**WAREHOUSE**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR enters the warehouse. With him: SHANE HAYWOOD, ROBIN CLARKE and a few other soldiers. Ben storms across the floor over to WILBUR WRIGHT’s desk, slamming his hand down.

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Wright.*

***Wilbur:*** *Is there a meaning for all of you storming in here? Before you try to tell me of what happened at town hall, I’ve already heard. Tragic that your daughter is stuck in the lion’s den. Though what do you expect me to do?*

***Benjamin:*** *I expect you to help. As an ally. Is that not what we are?*

***Wilbur:*** *For taking out the Rastas? Yes. For - whatever this is? How can I know until you tell me. So, what do you want?*

***Benjamin:*** *He gave us twenty-four hours.*

***Wilbur:*** *And you haven’t got long left. You have about six hours now, so what do you plan to do?*

***Benjamin:*** *He wants me to destroy the mall. He wants those who burned his farm dead. I don’t want to break our alliance so soon.*

***Wilbur:*** *And… How am I supposed to help you with this?*

***Benjamin:*** *I can’t approach the mall and make a treaty without whatever scouts he has seeing me, can I? If I go there, and don’t attack, he’ll know. I want you to send your boys to convey my message to the mall, what I want to happen. I’ll even go with them, but I need to be taken. I can’t bring my own army. Not until they’ve agreed to what I want done.*

***Wilbur:*** *And what exactly* ***do*** *you want done?*

***Benjamin:*** *I want to destroy part of the mall - a perfectly expendable part. Make it seem like the attack was successful so he returns my daughter to me. Once this is done, he loses any leverage over us.*

***Wilbur:*** *Over* ***you***, *Mr. Taylor. Not the rest of us. What makes you think we’re all in this for your daughter, as tragic of a story that she has? You think the mall will allow you to destroy part of what they have on the basis of some script you’ve written and planned?*

***Benjamin: (Growing angered)*** *They will do as we say* ***(He slams his hand again)***. *Are you going to at least help me check in with them or not?*

Wilbur nods slowly.

***Wilbur:*** *Jon, Van Horn.*

***Jon:*** *You want us to take him to the mall?*

***Benjamin:*** *Myself and Mr. Haywood. We don’t need our army, we just need ourselves so we can negotiate with them.*

***Curtis:*** *We can take ya’ both in the truck - come to whatever agreement you need. Sure thing.*

***Benjamin:*** *Much appreciated.*

***Robin:*** *And the rest of the army, boss?*

***Benjamin:*** *You’ll keep them hidden - a few blocks away. I want them on standby.*

***Robin:*** *You got it.*

Robin steps out of the building, everyone but Benjamin, Shane and Wilbur’s crew following him.

***Wilbur:*** *Don’t do anything stupid, Mr. Taylor. I just want to warn you of that now.*

***Benjamin:*** *Warn me?*

***Wilbur:*** *Warn you* ***(He nods)***. *We’re your allies, as is the mall. Don’t be surprised if they would rather their mall didn’t undergo damage.*

***Benjamin:*** *I’m ready for whatever they conjure up.*

***Jon:*** *Then let’s get going - see how Quincy and Monica are enjoying the place.*

***Curtis:*** *Come along, gentlemen.*

CURTIS VAN HORN and JON MATTHEWS take Benjamin and Shane outside.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - BASEMENT**

In the basement, EDWARD REMAR is leaned back into a chair, looking through a set of iron bars at CLYDE ROLLINS.

***Edward:*** *So - how is your new change of scenery?*

***Clyde:*** *On one note - I’m safe in here. On the other - I don’t know if I’m* ***truly*** *safe because I don’t know what he wants with me.*

***Edward:*** *What a shame for you. You have great luck ending up in cells, don’t you?*

***Clyde:*** *I don’t think it’s fair at all! Though - in truth, you’re in a worse position than me.*

Edward leans forward, staring at him.

***Edward:*** *How? I’m not behind bars.*

***Clyde:*** *Maybe not literally. But you’re working under the man upstairs. I’d say it’s close to being in prison. You did tell me about the girl-- little Miss Taylor. Her tragic tale.*

Edward looks down at the friendship bracelet around his wrist, sighing.

***Clyde:*** *Oh - she gave you that? She’s truly found a friend in you, huh? Well, that is admirable. Though - from what you tell me, her father has already found her. He isn’t getting her back, though.*

***Edward:*** *Not unless he attacks the mall for burning down Badrick’s farm. I… she hasn’t got long, Clyde. I know that much. And if-- if it takes any decency, the poor girl just wants to see her father.*

***Clyde:*** *These things tend to happen when you join criminal gangs, Edward.*

***Edward:*** *I didn’t have a choice. Not truly. And you know it. You’ve spoken to Mr. Badrick.*

***Clyde:*** *Oh that I have. And I’d rather not - ever again… As I wait for whatever inevitable sacrifice he’s going to use me as. I am slowly coming to accept my untimely end.*

***Edward:*** *You’re in no danger* ***(He stands up)***.

***Clyde:*** *Where are you going? The right thing to do - would be to let the girl go, Edward. You know it, I know it.*

***Edward:*** *You don’t think I want to? I quite evidently do.*

***Clyde:*** *A shame it is indeed. You’re in a tricky situation. Though I’m sure you’ll worm out of it as always.*

***Edward:*** *The hell is that meant to mean?*

***Clyde:*** *Wriggle - wriggle out of it. Like a worm.*

***Edward: (He frowns)*** *Are these conversations meaningful to me at all?*

***Clyde:*** *Of course! I am the angel on your shoulder - and Badrick is the devil.*

***Edward:*** *You’re no angel, Clyde.*

***Clyde:*** *Perhaps not - but I am telling you what needs to be said. Screw Badrick--free the girl. Step up.*

***Edward:*** *It’s not that easy.*

Edward turns, exiting the room and heading upstairs.

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

KATE BLOODSTONE stands up out of her seat, drawing a look from ZAC BARNES, who’s sitting nearby.

***Kate:*** *I’m gonna go check up on Alex.*

***Zac:*** *Again? You’re wasting your time on that one.*

***Kate:*** *No. No, I’m not. He’s messed up some of his chances, yeah, but-- I don’t think he means to come across so badly.*

***Zac:*** *We shouldn’t waste time on people like Alex - or that piece of shit who came storming in here earlier. Those types of people - you kill them, honey.*

***Kate:*** *Don’t call me honey for fucking trying.*

Kate walks off towards the taco store, but MARCUS DOWNES gets up, rushing after her.

***Marcus:*** *Hey, hey! I’ll come in with you. See to it that he doesn't try anything.*

***Kate:*** *He never does, to be fair. I’ll be fine.*

Marcus frowns, watching Kate lift the shutters and enter the store alone.

**Scene #5 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT/CENTRAL TACOS**

Kate sees Alex sitting on a chair within the taco store. She slowly approaches him.

***Kate:*** *Evening, Alex.*

***Alex:*** *Evening.*

***Kate:*** *And what is it you plan to do to escape now, huh.*

***Alex:*** *Actually, I’ve had quite a few ideas.*

***Kate:*** *Oh, of course you did. Alex - I have a question. What is your goal? Why do you keep betraying our trust? What benefit is that to you?*

***Alex:*** *How would it benefit me breaking out? I wouldn’t be trapped. But trust… I guess I just do things on impulse.*

***Kate:*** *We gave you our trust to join us. And yet you broke it. Even after what you did.*

***Alex:*** *Mmmhmm…*

***Kate:*** *You’re a threat. And - you’re okay with this?*

***Alex:*** *Am I okay with being a threat or breaking trust?*

***Kate:*** *It’s not okay to be either of those things with us.*

***Alex:*** *I am* ***not*** *a threat. And how did I break the trust? Explain.*

***Kate:*** *Alex… what did you try and do to William? To Clayton? Hm? Tell me how that isn’t breaking trust.*

***Alex:*** *I tried putting William to sleep, as in just using sleeping tablets. I tricked Clayton so I could escape and then run to a… someone, I guess.*

***Kate:*** *These things are not okay. Now sit here - think about your actions some more. I don’t expect to get much out of it. Ugh.*

She walks out. When she’s gone, Alex laughs quietly.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE BAR**

AUSTIN KINGSTON hears the sound of more banging come his front door. Groaning in annoyance, he stands up to go deal with what he thinks is another zombie. However, he stops when he hears someone.

***Mickey:*** *OPEN UP!*

Austin grabs the doorknob, and considers opening it or not--and in the end, he opens it, catching Mickey as he stumbles through in a hurry.

***Austin:*** *What do you want?!*

Mickey, breathless and injured, simply looks over his shoulder at a herd of zombies coming down the road. Austin narrows his eyes, and shoves Mickey out the door.

***Austin:*** *Lead them away. You ain’t letting a horde in my bar.*

***Mickey:*** *Wait!*

He slams the door in Mickey’s face. Sighing, Austin heads back to the bar counter, grabbing his shotgun and loading it up with fresh shells, taking swigs of whiskey in between. When he’s all finished, he heads back to the front door, swings it open, and sees Mickey fumbling around, trying to take out the horde rather than lead them away.

***Austin:*** ***(Slurring his words)*** *Do-- I have to do everything?*

He stumbles out onto the street, shotgun in hand, walking past the horde and up to Mickey.

***Austin:*** *Follow.*

Austin fires a slug into the horde, making sure their attention is on him. A little down the street, Austin stops at his parked car, the doors unlocked, and keys still inside.

***Austin:*** *Get in. We’re leading them away.*

**Scene #6 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS**

Austin and Mickey drive down the street for a bit, leading the horde away from his bar.

***Mickey:*** *Can you slow it down?*

***Austin: (Squinting his eyes at the speedometer)*** *I’m going - five. Is that not slow enough?!*

***Mickey:*** *Well, I don’t know! Is it?!*

***Austin: (He burps)*** *Yeah, it is.*

Mickey lays eyes on a bottle of whiskey on the dashboard. He leans forward, grabs it, and takes a swig. He then holds it out to Austin. Without hesitation, Austin takes it and has a long drink.

***Austin:*** *Right - this is far enough.*

He abruptly stops the car, and gets out with his shotgun in one hand, whiskey in the other, almost falling over. When both men are outside, Austin rests his arms on the top of the car, looking across at Mickey.

***Austin: (Drunkenly)*** *You take this horde-- to the mall. I want those guns.*

***Mickey:*** *You fucking serious?!*

***Austin:*** *Yeah, yeah - take the car and go. Adios.*

Austin salutes to him, walking off. Mickey smugly smiles at Austin, before he jumps into the car, driving off.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

CLAYTON FREEMAN lowers his comic book, looking out the front doors of the mall - where he sees a car speeding forward, and a man jumping out of it. Panicking, Clayton throws the book aside and jumps up, as the car crashes into a wall just beside the front doors, only slightly damaging the exterior wall. A cloud of smoke blocks Clayton’s view of the vehicle, as he draws his gun, firing off a warning shot. Then Clayton sees MICKEY FAHEY limping through the front doors.

***Clayton:*** *Hands up!*

***Mickey:*** *Or what?*

Having heard the ruckus, RANDALL FORSTER comes sprinting over, where he sees Mickey fumbling his hands around his waist, trying to pull something out. Randall shoots him in his other leg.

***Clayton:*** *Or that.*

***Mickey:*** *AGHHG--- MY OTHER FUCKING LEG!*

***Randall:*** *Nah - I heard about this fucker.*

He storms up to Mickey, grabbing him by the collar.

***Randall:*** *What the fuck do you keep bothering us for, ey? Fuck off!*

***Mickey:*** *Fuck you!*

***Randall:*** *You’re a bloody annoyance!*

Mickey spits in his face.

***Mickey:*** ***(Mocking his accent)*** *And you’re a bloody fool.*

Randall grits his teeth, delivering a powerful punch to his nose.

***Mickey: (Smiling)*** *Fuck you. British cunt.*

FELIX QUARTERMAN comes walking down the stairs, seeing the commotion.

***Felix:*** *Who the fuck is this?*

When Randall turns his head, Mickey headbutts him, but stays put.

***Randall:*** *Ah-- what the fuck was that for? Prick!*

***Felix:*** *Clayton - take him to a cell. Throw him in the basement somewhere.*

Clayton takes a step forward, trying to grab the man and place him in handcuffs, but Mickey squirms away, refusing.

***Randall:*** *Knock the fucker out!*

***Mickey:*** *FUCK YOU!*

***Felix:*** *Know him out, Owen can patch him up later - if he’s worth it. We don’t having fucking TIME for distractions like this. So know him the fuck out, Clayton. I need to get to the food court.*

Felix walks out of the plaza, as Clayton delivers one clean headbutt to Mickey, rendering him unconscious. With him no longer struggling, Clayton is able to cuff him, and carry him out.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

FELIX QUARTERMAN comes walking through the food court, seeing that most of the group is here. Felix awkwardly clears his throat, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

***Felix:*** *Uh - hello. I…*

***Kate:*** *Hey, Felix. Are you here to do what I think you are?*

***Felix: (He nods)*** *I’m sorry. For storming in here earlier-- drunken. Saying terrible stupid things, and making a fool of myself. I-I took Helen’s death the wrong way. I resorted to drinking. It was my way out. And I see it was clearly wrong - to go around as a depressed fucker all this time. I apologize dearly.*

It goes quiet for a moment, until JIM BUTTERMAN breaks the silence by clapping.

***Jim:*** *Well, it’s good enough for me! I think that coming together is the best thing we can all do!*

***Kate:*** *Felix - that’s all you had to do. Well done.*

***Felix:*** *You-- you don’t know where Jacob and Erin are, do you?*

***Marcus:*** *Watch duty together on the roof, why?*

***Felix:*** *I’m gonna go apologize to them.*

Felix nods to them, turning and walking away.

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE BAR**

Some time after his encounter with Mickey, AUSTIN KINGSTON is back at his bar, sleeping, when he awakes because of a bottle breaking. His eyes shoot open, and he sees a racoon walking along the counter.

***Austin:*** *Ah, you fucker!*

He gets up, chasing the animal, but it scurries along the floor and slips through a small hole, escaping him. Austin grunts, going back to his bar and taking a seat. With Logan still nowhere to be found, Austin decides he can wait no longer.

After packing a duffel bag full of supplies, mostly booze, Austin slings it over his back, grabs his shotgun, and leaves his bar.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - MID-EVENING**

By the time AUSTIN KINGSTON arrives at the mall, it’s already well into the evening; the sky is pitch black. Next to the front doors, Austin sees his car wrecked against a wall, smoke billowing from the engine.

***Austin:*** *Huh… guess he actually did it.*

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**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

He enters through the front doors, looking around, and seeing CLAYTON FREEMAN sitting nearby, who quickly stands up, his hand gripping his pistol.

***Clayton:*** *Are you friendly?*

***Austin:*** *Indeed I am. I was here earlier today, sir.*

***Clayton:*** *Then name one person here.*

***Austin:*** *Your guy - Marcus. I met him. I was caught trying to steal guns, my good friend.*

***Clayton:*** *Hm… are you bit?*

***Austin:*** *No, no. Just point me to where the leader is.*

***Clayton:*** *Why should I do that?*

***Austin:*** *Uh-- I don’t know, so I can give him a blowjob? It’s because I wanna talk to him. Or her - whatever.*

Austin slides his duffel bag off, unzipping it, and taking out a nearly empty bottle of whiskey. He tosses it to Clayton.

***Austin:*** *Enjoy yourself, friend.*

***Clayton:*** *No, no. You take it.*

Clayton hands it back to him.

***Clayton:*** *Just head up to the roof.*

***Austin:*** *The roof? How the hell do I get there? Just point me on how I get there. I’ll find my way.*

Clayton points to the security room door up on the second floor.

***Austin:*** *Thank you, good friend.*

Austin tosses the whiskey bottle back into the duffel bag, slings it back over his shoulder, and starts heading upstairs.

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - MID-EVENING**

JACOB FELDMAN and ERIN MONROE stand together on the roof, looking out into the night sky.

***Erin:*** *It’s a long way away - and as nervous as I still am-- I’m excited.*

***Jacob:*** *Good - that’s… good to have optimism.*

***Erin:*** *If it’s a boy, or a girl - what names would you like?*

***Jacob:*** *I’d leave that decision to you. I’d say it’s the mother’s choice.*

***Erin:*** *The father gets a say. Even if it isn’t taken in the end* ***(She smiles)***.

***Jacob:*** *Huh… Well, I’m not too sure, to be honest. I’ve just been thinking so much about the whole thing in general. Y’know, raising a child in this.*

Before Erin can reply, they hear footsteps approaching behind them. It’s FELIX QUARTERMAN.

***Felix:*** *Guys.*

***Erin:*** *Hey - Felix. I didn’t think you’d want to see us of all people right now.*

***Felix:*** *What I said earlier-- it was stupid. I’m going around - seeking forgiveness for when I was acting like a fucking idiot. I dealt with things wrong. Badly. And I’m sorry for what I said about you both - and the pregnancy. It’s… it’s actually a sign of hope - something about what Jim has been discussing with community. And I should’ve noted that. I was being a fucking idiot, as usual.*

***Erin:*** *Felix, it’s fine. We understand.*

***Jacob: (He nods)*** *And Helen… she wanted you as the next leader. Sober up a bit, and you’d have my vote. It’s - what you’ve had such a difficulty with, right?*

***Felix: (Nodding)*** *I just… after everything I’ve done, and the strain I’ve had with people, I don’t know if leadership would work for me but-- I’m trying.*

***Erin:*** *And that’s what matters. You’re making change. I’m happy for you.*

Jacob nods in agreement.

***Felix:*** *I’ll, uh… leave you to it. Congratulations.*

Felix smiles faintly, nodding and turning to leave.

***Jacob:*** *The man’s changing, about time. I think with a little discipline on himself, he could make a fine leader.*

Suddenly, another man is seen walking up to them.

***Austin:*** *Amigos!*

***Jacob:*** *What the hell… who’re you? How the fuck are you on the roof? And what do you want?*

***Austin:*** *I am Austin.*

***Jacob:*** *Answer all three.*

***Austin:*** *Mm… I’m on the roof because… I am on the roof. And I came here because earlier today your buddy, uh - Marcus, told me to come back. And-- hey, I did.*

He holds out a hand. Jacob reluctantly shakes it.

***Jacob:*** *Marcus, huh? What for?*

***Austin:*** *Well… I was trying to get some of your guns. And I didn’t know people were here at the time. But he was nice, let me go, and now I’m back.*

***Jacob:*** *And you came back… to trade, then?*

***Austin:*** *No, no, no. Your other guy-- I didn’t get his name--*

***Erin:*** *You came back to live here?*

***Austin:*** *Yeah, yes. He offered me a spot to live here. So I accepted.*

***Erin:*** *More than enough room. Alright, then, Your best bet is the food court. You can meet people there. Settle in. If Marcus trusts you - we do.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON nods, unzipping his duffel bag. He holds out the same nearly empty whiskey bottle.

***Austin:*** *Whiskey? I’ve got plenty.*

***Jacob:*** *Nah, we’re alright. Thanks, though.*

***Erin:*** *And - I can’t drink, I’m-- pregnant now* ***(She smiles awkwardly)***.

***Austin:*** *Hmm… yeah, okay.*

He packs up the bottle, and turns to leave.

***Austin:*** *Y’all have a good night now.*

***Jacob:*** *You too.*

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

CLAYTON FREEMAN, bored and tired, is once again sitting down, when he notices two people stepping through the front doors. Two people he doesn’t recognize.

***Quincy:*** *Hey there, pal. We’re friends. Here to visit.*

***Monica:*** *Will you get us to your gang?*

Clayton groans, starting to stand up, when he sees WILLIAM REYNES walking over.

***Monica:*** ***(To William)*** *Hiya!* ***(To Clayton)*** *This is our friend. He knows us.*

***Clayton:*** *Hm… William, what do you say?*

***Monica:*** *Are you calling me a liar?*

***Quincy:*** *You disrespecting my girl?*

***Monica:*** *He is, Quincy! He is!*

QUINCY ATHERTON stands over Clayton, staring him down.

***Clayton:*** *Wha--?*

***Quincy:*** *We’re friends, alright? We came here to update your happy little folks on what’s going on. And to stay.*

***Clayton:*** *Alright…*

***William:*** *You’re welcome to stay.*

***Quincy:*** *Well, that’s lovely. ‘Cause after what happened at the damn farm, you guys are probably in for a shitstorm, you know that? Those damn pot-smokers are gonna come here, they can’t be stupid enough to miss this place.*

***Monica:*** *And you’ll need some extra guns! And we’re more than willing.*

***Quincy:*** *We woulda been here sooner but we got a little distracted on the way here. Had a little date night.*

***Monica:*** *Mmmmmm… So where is everyone? Do we not get to meet the crew?*

***Quincy:*** *Must be cozy in this mall.*

***William:*** *Most are in the food court right now, go explore.*

***Clayton:*** *Yeah, what he said.*

***Quincy:*** *Will do. Come on, M.*

***Monica:*** *Thanks, boys!*

Quincy and MONICA REYNOLDS walk off further into the mall, William accompanying them.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

AUSTIN KINGSTON steps into the food court, still lugging around his duffel bag and shotgun. He takes a good look around the place, and that’s when he sees MARCUS DOWNES walking over to him.

***Marcus:*** *Hey, you came back.*

***Austin:*** *Indeed I did.*

***Marcus:*** *Guys-- this is Austin.*

***Fraser:*** *Hello!*

***Jim:*** *Hello, Austin! I’m Jim.*

***Teddy:*** ***(He nods)*** *Teddy.*

***Fraser:*** *Can I fix you up something to eat?*

***Austin:*** *Yeah-- yeah, what is there to eat? You got bagels?*

***Fraser:*** *You want a bagel? Sure thing! Let me get a bagel. What ya’ want on it?*

***Austin:*** *Well, what do you have? I doubt you got cream cheese, so--*

***Fraser:*** *Sir, this is a food court. We have pretty much everything, so cream cheese it is?*

***Austin:*** *Well - okay. Sure.*

FRASER STILLER goes to prepare the food.

***Zac:*** *So - Austin? What led you to the mall anyway?*

***Austin:*** *I found out there was a gun store here. So I came, got caught taking the guns by Marcus here. He told me to come back, so I did. And now I’m living here with y’all…*

He sighs, walking over to an empty seat and sitting down. As he does, QUINCY ATHERTON, MONICA REYNOLDS and WILLIAM REYNES come strolling into the food court.

***Quincy:*** *Well ain’t this a damn treat. Huh…*

***Monica:*** *Hi everyone! So, we’re your new group members…? I wouldn’t call us that! But we live here.*

***Kate:*** *Geez, lots of new arrivals lately. Wait-- you guys, we know you.*

***Quincy:*** *Yeah, some of you do. Guess that counts for our verified entry, huh?*

***Zac:*** *More and more people come swarming in. This just gets better and better.*

***Quincy:*** *What? You got a problem with us?*

***Zac:*** *Should I have one?*

***Quincy:*** *You tell me.*

He quickly approaches ZAC BARNES.

***Quincy:*** *You got a problem with me--or her--you speak up.*

***Monica: (Smiling)*** *He’ll tear you apart.*

***Zac:*** *You don’t just come in here and act like you own the place. Got it?*

Quincy looks down at him, a grin forming. He looks around the room, before his eyes fall back to Zac. He puts an arm around his shoulder.

***Quincy:*** *Haha. You’re a funny guy. Yeah?*

He then headbutts Zac, sending him to the floor.

***Zac:*** *Piece of shit!*

He lunges at Quincy, but Marcus holds him back.

***Marcus:*** *Hey! Easy, easy!*

***Zac:*** *Fuck you!*

***Fraser:*** *Easy there, Zachariah!*

***Monica:*** *You rush at Quincy--he’ll break your back you stupid fool.*

***Marcus:*** *He didn’t mean to cause trouble, alright? Zac’s just - a little less accepting.*

***Zac:*** *And rightfully so, apparently.*

Zac pushes Marcus off him, and turns around, storming off, wiping his bloody nose.

***Fraser:*** *Well… that was… a scene. But it’s over now! Welcome, friends!* ***(He looks at Quincy and Monica)***

***Quincy:*** *You run this fine establishment?*

***Jim:*** *He runs the restaurant side of things now. And you won’t be disappointed.*

***Quincy:*** *Right… I’m gonna go explore first.*

Quincy and Monica walk off.

***Austin:*** *Quite a group you got here.*

***William:*** *Tell me about it.*

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - SECOND FLOOR**

EDWARD REMAR enters SARAH TAYLOR’s room.

***Edward:*** *How are you this morning, Sarah?*

***Sarah:*** *Hi, Edward! I’m happy you keep coming to see me. Do you still have your bracelet?*

***Edward:*** *Of course I’d still come to see you. And yes, I do* ***(He raises his hand to show it)***. *See. I-- I am very thankful you have chosen to give it to me.*

***Sarah:*** *Yeah - I have this necklace too* ***(She points to the necklace she’s wearing)***. *This one was to represent me and my dad’s time apart. He has one too. And we wear them to remember each other, so that even when he was working I’d still have him with me.*

***Edward:*** *That’s--really sweet.*

Edward sits down, looking at the floor.

***Sarah:*** *What’s wrong, Edward?*

***Edward:*** *I just… Nothing. I’m just hoping that the situation with your father will be sorted soon.*

***Sarah:*** *I do, too. I miss him.*

***Edward:*** *I know… I know.*

A knock comes from the bedroom door. Edward looks over his shoulder to see DAMERAE BADRICK.

***Badrick:*** *Edward. A word, my friend?*

***Edward:*** *Of course.*

He stands up slowly, walking towards the door.

***Badrick:*** *Good morning, child.*

She waves at him nervously, as Edward steps out of the room to speak privately with Badrick.

***Edward:*** *Yes, Mr. Badrick?*

***Badrick:*** *We have much to discuss, my friend. Walk with me.*

***Edward:*** *Of course.*

They start walking down the hall slowly.

***Badrick:*** *I am still yet to hear from Mr. Taylor - who is yet to attack the mall. I must say it would be a shame what will happen if… he does not succeed to follow up on my demands. If his daughter truly means that much to him - he will do so.*

***Edward:*** *But-- but maybe we should leave the girl out of this, y’know? She’s in a bad enough condition as is.*

***Badrick:*** *Ah… troubling times, Edward. You must remember that they burnt down our farms. We have no time to show mercy, no matter the situation.*

***Edward:*** *It’s just -- a father wanting to see his daughter. He’s desperate.*

***Badrick:*** *Edward, I hope that you have your loyalties set in line. I will be disappointed to see that they are not with what I will soon tell you. The fact he is desperate-- that is how we will win. He will do it.*

***Edward:*** *And if he does? Will he actually get his daughter back?*

***Badrick:*** *Do you doubt my reliability and my honour, Edward? Oh- do not begin to doubt me. That is a line you may not cross, my friend.*

***Edward:*** *I’m not. I’m just-- making sure.*

***Badrick:*** *Of course, of course.*

The two men step out onto the main balcony overlooking the street.

***Badrick:*** *Edward, it has come to my attention that--by now--I can only assume Manji Fayard is dead. More than weeks in, and no contact. Nothing. New York - a terrible place for the apocalypse. And now that our farms have been burned, it occurs to me I need yet another outpost leader. Someone to - spread our men around the town. And I have chosen you.*

***Edward:*** *M--me? To go away?*

***Badrick:*** *To the other side of town, to oversee a factory I have found. You see, a few of Manji’s boys who were here in this area had become very involved in the manufacturing of bullets. And I want you to oversee them doing their job, my friend. For when the time comes - we will need to take the town. Even if Benjamin gets his daughter back, it’s a one time deal, Edward. He’ll be asked to leave town. And any remainder of his group will be wiped away.*

***Edward:*** *I… I see. I just… Maybe I shouldn’t be leading the factory.*

***Badrick:*** *You think I can’t trust you? Edward, do not concern me. You are going to do this. Or you are going to disappoint me.*

Edward nods slowly.

***Edward:*** *When am I to leave?*

***Badrick:*** *In a few minutes. Get ready. The boys will take you there, and you will spend the majority of your time there, Edward. Chop to it. I am sure I can trust my new right hand.*

Edward looks down, nodding.

***Edward:*** *Of course* ***(He turns to leave)***.

***Badrick:*** *Edward. Are you forgetting something?*

***Edward:*** *Oh-- thank you, Mr. Badrick.*

***Badrick:*** *Not a problem* ***(He pats him on the shoulder)***. *On you go.*

After leaving Badrick, Edward makes a quick stop back in Sarah's room.

***Edward:*** *Sarah-- I’m sorry.*

***Sarah:*** *What is it, Edward?*

***Edward:*** *I- I have to go away for a while.*

***Sarah:*** *Wh-- you’re my only friend here. I’m scared, please don’t go. Don’t leave me, please!*

***Edward:*** *Sarah, I am so sorry. But I promise you, I will do what I can for you and your father, okay?*

***Sarah:*** *I… Please don’t leave me. Mr. Badrick scares me.*

Edward frowns. Suddenly there’s a shout from outside the room.

***Badrick:*** *Edward! Where are you? The transport is here!*

***Edward:*** *I must go, Sarah. Just - look down at that bracelet we both have.*

Sarah hugs him.

***Sarah:*** *I’ll miss you.*

***Edward:*** *I’ll - miss you, too.*

Edward hobbles out of the room, closing the door. He heads down the stairs, where Badrick is waiting by the front door, smiling.

***Badrick:*** *Fear not, Edward. If all goes well with Mr. Taylor, his daughter will be safe. And -- I have a gift for you.*

He steps away from the door, approaching Edward and snatching his cane. He snaps it in half.

***Badrick:*** *You will no longer need such rubbish. You will receive a leg brace at the factory - where you will be able to walk normally. An improvement. You are welcome, my friend.*

***Edward:*** *Th--thank you.*

Edward looks down at his broken cane, before he limps out the front door and into a car that’s waiting for him.

***Badrick:*** *Farewell, my friend. And make me lots of bullets, eh?*

Edward nods to him.

***Badrick:*** *There’s a good man.*

Badrick claps his hands, signaling the car to drive off.

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - LATE EVENING**

Still up on the roof, JACOB FELDMAN sees a truck entering the parking lot. He keeps eyes on it, watching it pull up to the entrance. Four men step out.

***Jacob:*** *Erin - hey, look. Arrivals. I recognize a few of them. Some of Mr. Wright’s boys. They must be friendly.*

***Erin:*** *If you’re sure of it, just let them through.*

***Jacob:*** *Think we should greet them?*

***Erin:*** *I’m sure someone will handle it - but just in case, you go.*

***Jacob:*** *Will do.*

As Jacob is walking towards the vents, he sees WILLIAM REYNES.

***Jacob:*** *William - come on. People are here. Let’s go greet ‘em.*

***William:*** *Sure thing.*

**Scene #15 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - LATE EVENING**

A single truck pulls into the mall’s parking lot, headlights shining ahead. It stops close to the front doors. JON MATTHEWS turns off the ignition and steps out first, then turns to speak to someone in the back of the truck.

***Jon:*** *As you wanted, Mr. Taylor. So you can perform your sketchy deal with your right hand here - with these fine people.*

BENJAMIN TAYLOR and SHANE HAYWOOD exit the truck, with hoods up to conceal their identity.

***Curtis:*** *I’d like to come in and see this place.*

CURTIS VAN HORN steps out, and all four of them head into the mall.

**Scene #15 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

Jacob and William hurry out into the Entrance Plaza, looking over to CLAYTON FREEMAN.

***Jacob:*** *Heads up, Clayton. We’ve got more visitors.*

***Clayton:*** *Alright.*

Clayton stands, walking with them towards the front doors. They see Jon and Curtis enter first, and then two hooded men, who pull down their hoods once inside.

***Jon:*** *How’s it going, chums?*

***William:*** *We’re fine - and you lot?*

***Curtis:*** *Our friend here had to come on very - discreet terms. We’re merely escorting him on Wilbur’s behalf.*

***Benjamin:*** *Myself and Mr. Haywood must speak with all of you. I’m aware our two groups did not start off on the best of terms…*

QUINCY ATHERTON and MONICA REYNOLDS come jogging through the plaza.

***Quincy:*** *Jon? Van Horn? The hell are you scoundrels doing here?*

***Jon:*** *Enjoy the show. Come see what’s in store. Wright sent us.*

***Quincy:*** *It’s always damn Wright.*

***Jacob:*** *So what do you both need?*

***Benjamin:*** *I met with Mr. Wright yesterday. We were going to do everyone a favour. And we took a large army - and went to the Rastas main base at the town hall. We were going to wipe them out for good. I then found out-- he has my daughter. As a hostage. My… sick little girl. He is holding her against me. He has forced my entire army to withdraw. And he has told us-- that we are to eliminate all of you for destroying his farms if I am to get her back.*

***Jacob:*** *Woah, woah…*

***Benjamin:*** *And I’m obviously not going to do that if I’m here telling you. But I do need to convince him that I’ve done what’s needed.*

***Jacob:*** *Easy there, we aren’t playing dead. Or pretending to be. Not a chance.*

***William:*** *Your proposition is…?*

FELIX QUARTERMAN and RANDALL FORSTER enter the plaza, a small crowd now forming.

***Felix:*** *This commotion?*

***Jacob:*** *It’s some interesting shit, Felix.*

***Benjamin:*** *I want to bomb part of your mall - to prove I’ve done what is needed.*

A silence falls upon everyone.

***Benjamin:*** *A sacrifice for an overall - greater cause. You have plenty of space. Losing a chunk of it--a plaza or two--allows me to get my daughter back - and then we kill them all.*

***Felix:*** *Not a fucking chance. You won’t touch the mall.*

***William:*** *Let’s compromise. When he gives you your daughter, we fuck him u--*

***Felix:*** *We could storm in there right now and kill all of them if we were bloodthirsty. This is our damn home, William! One or two plazas, are you joking? We’d lose what JIM is building! Think about that.*

***Shane:*** *So… you want his daughter to-- who knows what’ll happen to her?*

***Jacob:*** *If this was my kid - I’d be as desperate as you, I know. But-- all this does is put more lives in danger.*

***Quincy:*** *It is a lot to go through for one man’s part of the deal. What do these folks get out of it?*

***Benjamin:*** *We’d be defeating the Rastas! And we can’t attack the hall until my little girl is returned to me. It’s that simple.*

***William:*** *No chance for a good snipe-and-invade?*

***Benjamin:*** *No. Now are you going to help us or not?*

***Felix:*** *No. You’ve got a damn private army. Find another way. We aren’t risking our damn mall.*

***Benjamin:*** *I could have been storming in here and killing all of you right now. But I respect our alliance.*

***Jacob:*** *Who knows - we fended you off pretty well last time.*

***Benjamin:*** *You had many casualties.*

***Randall:*** *As did you.*

***Felix:*** *So get fucked, businessman. We’re not playing your game. I’m already against the Rastas as it is! I won’t get involved with them any further.*

***Benjamin:*** *You fool. They want you dead anyway. No matter how this goes, they’ll come for you for what you did to their farms.*

***Felix:*** *Not me. Only a few fucking people from here - represented our entire group!*

***William:*** *It’s either play dead or die for real…*

KATE BLOODSTONE, JIM BUTTERMAN, TEDDY POWELL, AUSTIN KINGSTON and ALBERT HANSON now come walking into the plaza as well.

***Kate:*** *What’s all this?*

***William:*** *Benjamin’s daughter is in the hands of the Rastas. He gets her back if he kills us all. He proposes he destroy a plaza or two to portray the imagery that we’re dead.*

***Benjamin:*** *I merely ask of you all-- to sacrifice a few plazas.*

***Teddy:*** *Merely? Are you insane? No!*

***Jim:*** *That does sound awfully bad for us.*

***Felix:*** *That’s because it IS bad for us! This man is delusional. Just say you killed us!*

***Benjamin:*** *He has scouts all around this mall. I hope you know that.*

***Jacob:*** *What?*

***Benjamin:*** *They watch every move in the town. Nobody can tell where they are, but… he keeps tabs on you,*

***Shane:*** ***(To Felix)*** *He wants to see the mall up in flames. We can’t just say we killed you.*

***Benjamin:*** *Indeed. And he made the deal with us - I kill all of you, I get my daughter. Yet here I am… compromising.*

***Felix:*** *There’s far less of you than us. You’re not in control here.*

***Benjamin:*** *Perhaps not now.*

***Felix:*** *Who says you’re walking out of here?*

***Benjamin:*** *You’ll betray our alliance?*

***Felix:*** *Oh, to fuck with this alliance!*

Jon and Curtis take a few steps forward. Jon draws his pistol, while Curtis keeps a hand on his holster.

***Jon:*** ***(To Felix)*** *Mr. Wright is in on this alliance, and therefore so am I. So you best back the fuck down, or a bullet goes into the back of your fucking skull.*

***Quincy:*** *Gentlemen, calm the fuck down. Jon - you don’t need to get all riled up over this. It ain’t our problem. Wright is just being rational for his own sake. He don’t look out for anyone else. Not unless it’s in his best interests.*

***Jon:*** *True enough.*

He slides his gun back into his holster. Clayton slowly heads for the stairs,

***Clayton:*** *I think I’m just gonna, uh--*

***William:*** *Clayton, get the fuck back here - please. We’re not done.*

***Benjamin:*** *No. I think I see this… unwilling nature about you all. But thank you anyway.*

***Felix:*** *You asked far too much.*

***Benjamin:*** *Perhaps I did.*

***Clayton:*** *Why can’t we just blow up the one under construction?*

***Jacob:*** *We have a lot of things in there, Clayton. And it’s the back door - we’d be exposed.*

***Felix:*** *Which is why we will not be doing this. Cheerio!*

Felix waves goodbye to Benjamin and Shane.

***Benjamin:*** *So be it.*

Benjamin and Shane storm out of the mall.

***Jon:*** *Later, Quincy.*

Jon exits.

***Curtis:*** *You and Monica good?*

***Quincy:*** *We are.*

Curtis gives him a nod, and then walks out as well.

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - LATE EVENING**

SHANE HAYWOOD, his arms crossed, looks at BENJAMIN TAYLOR.

***Shane:*** *So, boss… what’s the plan now?*

***Benjamin:*** *We go to Robin. We’re doing this our way. We will prevent as many casualties as possible - but we do what needs to be done.*

Shane nods, grinning slightly.

***Shane:*** *Alright.*

***Benjamin:*** *Jon, take the truck a few blocks from here.*

***Jon:*** *Sure thing…*

Benjamin, Shane, JON MATTHEWS and CURTIS VAN HORN get into the truck and drive off.

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**Scene #17**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - LATE EVENING**

MARCUS DOWNES heads up to the roof, where he sees ERIN MONROE sitting by the ledge, a pair of binoculars in hand.

***Marcus:*** *Hiya, Erin.*

***Erin:*** *Marcus - hey. What’s up?*

***Marcus:*** *Just need a bit of fresh air. Zac got into a fight already. I want him to be optimistic about everything, but it just never seems to happen.*

***Erin:*** *Surely he’ll come around.*

***Marcus:*** *Hah… I hope so.*

Erin abruptly raises her binoculars, looking down at the street.

***Erin:*** *Hey-- what the hell?*

***Marcus:*** *What?*

***Erin:*** *A convoy moving through the street - a Rasta one. Far away. I can barely see it.*

***Marcus:*** *So what?*

***Erin:*** *Means they could be setting up somewhere-- a new place, a new area. We need to scope it out - see where it is. Come on.*

She lowers the binoculars and goes to stand up.

***Marcus:*** *Woah, woah. Hey-- no. You’re pregnant--*

Erin sees WILLIAM REYNES stepping out of the elevator nearby.

***Erin:*** *William - hey. What went on down there?*

***William:*** *We just sentenced a little girl to death. Benjamin’s daughter is in the hands of the Rastas. To have her back, he needed to kill us. Instead, he proposed to destroy a plaza or two… a bit extreme, but come on. You’re pregnant - you and Jacob will understand the lengths you’d go to as a parent.*

***Erin:*** *I-- I do. Listen, I’ve gotta go out. Could you cover for me? Jacob would hate it but - come on, I’m two weeks pregnant. I can’t be immobile for this long.*

William gives a nod.

***Marcus:*** *I’ll be with her the entire time. She wants to scout out some new Rasta outpost - saw a convoy heading off.*

***Erin:*** *Just tell Jacob I needed to do this. He knows I can handle myself. It’s part of why he fell in love with me.*

***William:*** *Okay, then.*

***Marcus:*** *And I’ll keep her safe, too. He has my word. Come on, if we’re gonna catch it we’ve got to go, Erin.*

***William:*** *Good luck.*

***Erin:*** *Thank you.*

Erin and Marcus head for the elevator.

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**Scene #18**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - LATE EVENING**

JON MATTHEWS’s truck rolls to a stop just in front of an alleyway. Parked along the street are several other vehicles filled with soldiers ready to go.

BENJAMIN TAYLOR steps out to greet ROBIN CLARKE.

***Robin:*** *Here as you commanded, boss.*

***Benjamin:*** *Very good-- very good. Prepare the convoy. We stage the attack.*

***Robin:*** *And how’s that going to look?*

***Benjamin:*** *Just take our convoy to the mall - out front, but not too close.*

***Robin:*** *You got it, boss.*

Robin jogs off to get things started. Meanwhile, CURTIS VAN HORN and Jon step out of the truck.

***Curtis:*** ***(To Benjamin)*** *What are you playing at?*

***Benjamin:*** *We need to perform this stunt either way.*

***Curtis:*** *And risk getting them all killed?*

***Benjamin:*** *I can hope they’ve moved from the plaza by now, can’t I? They’ll be fine.*

***Curtis:*** *You’re going to hit the Entrance Plaza? I’ve got friends in there, you damn fool!*

***Benjamin:*** *I’m doing what I MUST! You can both get out if you wish, it happens with or without you. You can take your truck and tell your boss that.*

***Jon:*** *Yeah, we will. I won’t have any part in this, as fun as it sounds.*

***Curtis:*** ***(To Benjamin)*** *You’re a damn lunatic.*

Benjamin steps past them and gets into the armoured truck with SHANE HAYWOOD. He takes one last look at Curtis and Jon, as the convoy begins pulling off.

***Benjamin:*** *Thank you for the help, gentlemen. But I must do what needs to be done.*

He closes the door, and the truck, along with the rest of his convoy, drives off towards the mall.

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**Scene #19**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - LATE EVENING**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR and his convoy drive up into the parking lot of the mall, stopping a good distance from the front entrance. Benjamin is the first to step out.

***Benjamin:*** *Men. Do what needs to be done, and line up. We are not here to kill them as the Rastas think. We are here to put on a show.*

ROBIN CLARKE retrieves an RPG from the back of one of the trucks. Ten others follow suit, and they line up, rockets aimed at the Entrance Plaza.

***Benjamin:*** *I want ONLY the doors destroyed. Shows we were here. Ready! Now!*

Simultaneously, ten rockets are fired towards the Entrance Plaza. SHANE HAYWOOD watches from inside the armoured truck, grinning as part of the Entrance Plaza crumbles. A wall of smoke blocks the view inside. Suddenly, a bullet from the roof strikes the armoured car. Benjamin flinches, and goes to get behind it, addressing his men.

***Benjamin:*** *We’ve done what we needed to do-- but that was uncalled for. We now go to the town hall - and QUICKLY!*

He climbs into the truck, followed by all his other soldiers. The convoy speeds off.

**Scene #19 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

JACOB FELDMAN stumbles around, as the entire plaza vibrates. Some people fall over, others grab onto something to hold themselves up.

***Jacob:*** *FUCK--*

***Kate:*** *Out of the plaza!*

***Clayton:*** *I’ll cover you guys!*

Fearing an attack, TEDDY POWELL rushes over to JIM BUTTERMAN, helping the old man out of the plaza. KATE BLOODSTONE goes along with them, while AUSTIN KINGSTON and ALBERT HANSON sprint off into Paradise Plaza.

As the smoke clears away, QUINCY ATHERTON looks out and sees Benjamin’s convoy speeding off.

***Quincy:*** *Damn bastards…*

***Monica:*** *Quincy! Come on!*

She grabs his hand and they run out of the plaza.

FELIX QUARTERMAN clambers back to his feet, waving away dust from his face.

***Felix:*** *What the FUCK happened?! They just left--*

He looks up, seeing a stream of zombies beginning to enter through the now blown open front doors.

***Jacob:*** *Get back to another plaza!*

Jacob, Felix, CLAYTON FREEMAN and RANDALL FORSTER sprint out of the plaza, away from the horde of zombies now swarming the mall.

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**Scene #20**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - OUTSIDE ENTRANCE - MIDNIGHT**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR slams the truck door, as he steps out, looking up to the balcony. Men begin piling out of the other trucks, rifles in hand.

***Benjamin:*** *Badrick!*

As if he were waiting on the other side of the door, DAMERAE BADRICK swiftly opens the balcony door and steps out. He looks out at Willamette Mall in the distance, seeing smoke rising. And then he looks down to Benjamin.

***Badrick:*** *So? You have come to tell me it’s done?*

***Benjamin:*** *It is done.*

***Badrick:*** *Do you take me for a fool? You blew up the entrance - let the dead funnel in.* ***(He holds up a radio)*** *You think my people need to travel back with news like the age of sending a raven?*

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Badrick-- I have done what I need to. I opened up and exposed the front. The dead are funneling in to finish them off!*

***Badrick:*** *It was meant to be YOU! And you failed to do so.*

***Benjamin:*** *Let me see my daughter.*

***Badrick:*** *No.*

***Benjamin:*** *Please…*

***Badrick:*** *Get down on one knee and beg in front of your army. Beg to see her* ***(He grins)***.

Benjamin glances around, looking at ROBIN CLARKE, SHANE HAYWOOD, his soldiers. And then he sighs, falling to one knee.

***Benjamin:*** *Let me see my little girl - please.*

***Badrick:*** *You failed on your part of the deal, Mr. Taylor. I cannot do that. I am honourable to a deal when both ends are held up. You… you are taking me for a fool instead.*

Benjamin clenches his fists, standing back up.

***Badrick:*** *You are out of time, Mr. Taylor. Though - I have come to respect your little girl. A brave warrior she is. And therefore - another chance is to be given.*

***Benjamin:*** *I don’t trust you.*

***Badrick:*** *Then you will not see her again.*

***Benjamin:*** *I don’t think I will--*

***Badrick:*** *Do you want to take that chance?*

***Benjamin:*** ***(He frowns)*** *What will you have me do?*

***Badrick:*** *Await my call.*

He leans over the balcony and throws down the radio, which Benjamin catches.

***Benjamin:*** *I… I don’t have time to wait.*

***Badrick:*** *You mean* ***she*** *does not have time. Now get out of my sight.*

Badrick turns, entering the town hall, and closing the doors behind him. His eyes, and a deep frown on his face, Benjamin stands back up, defeated.

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Haywood. I want a team of our own scouts - sitting at this building 24/7.*

***Shane:*** *I’ll make it happen.*

Benjamin heads for the armoured truck, slowly climbing in, and closing the truck door once again.