Eagle Eye/Transcript

*“It’s fucking baffling how quick people change.”* *—Marcus*

**Starring:**

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

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

**Guest Starring**

Jamie Dornan as ROBERT MORGAN

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

David Lyons as SHANE HAYWOOD

Anthony Carrigan as ROBIN CLARKE

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

**Co-Starring**

Cute German Shepherd as APOLLO

Taron Egerton as MIKE SIMPSON

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**Scene #1**

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

It’s been an hour since the North Plaza fight, and JACOB FELDMAN is finally helped into the waiting room by RANDALL FORSTER, and sat down on a chair.

***Randall:*** *No worries, bud. Owen’ll have that bullet out in no time.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah… I trust him.*

ERIN MONROE sits up from on the couch.

***Erin:*** ***(To Jacob)*** *Oh my- what’s the wound from?*

***Jacob:*** *Leslie. She and I had a little confrontation on the roof. We won. North Plaza was handled. And -- Leslie’s dead.*

EDWARD REMAR claps slowly from across the room.

***Edward:*** *So you came around and killed her? Impressive. So good to see you’re finally seeing what’s right.*

***Jacob:*** *It wasn’t right. Never was. Never will be.*

***Edward:*** *How vigilant of you. The world is changing, Jacob. No other way to put it.*

***Jacob:*** *Three days. Can’t all change that quick.* ***(He shakes his head)*** *Nah.*

***Erin:*** *You’re sitting the next mission out, and you’re staying here with me. No more wounds.*

***Jacob:*** *Gladly.*

***Edward:*** *Two wounded birds.*

In the corner of the room, ROBERT MORGAN coughs loudly and awkwardly.

***Edward:*** *It appears your friend is still killing himself with his faint lungs over there.*

***Robert: (Coughing)*** *I’ll -- be fine.*

***Edward:*** *Ha. Imagine that.* ***(He scoffs)*** *The dead rise. People go insane. And you - you are battling off a sickness. Must be disappointing.*

***Randall:*** *I think it’s quite tragic. Not very fair for him. Hard enough already.*

***Robert:*** *It’s -- it’s very depressing.*

Robert takes out a napkin, coughing into it. When he’s done, he looks down at the napkin, noticing blood. ALBERT HANSON sees the blood and shuffles in his seat uncomfortably.

***Albert:*** *How long did you say you’ve had this ‘flu’ again?*

***Robert:*** *Oh -- just-just a week or two.*

***Edward:*** *Certainly not someone I want to be around.*

Edward stands up slowly, grabbing his cane weakly, and starting to walk over to the door.

***Edward:*** *I’ll be leaving now.*

***Jacob:*** *As always.*

***Albert:*** *Again?*

***Edward:*** *The unfortunate circumstances that lead to all of us working together are out of my control. We have common enemies. And we help each other when wounded. Beyond that - what are we to each other? Nothing. And I do not have time to rely or look out for other people. I have my own things I need to deal with now. It’s time for me to take my leave from this mall. Though perhaps I’ll pay a visit to pick up some supplies, it’s a bit of a goldmine here.*

***Jacob:*** *You’re going?*

***Edward:*** *I have my own people I need to find. Does that shock all of you? I won’t sit here in a paradise while my family rot.*

***William:*** *Respectable.*

***Randall:*** *But that’s the thing-- they are rotting.*

***Edward:*** *Perhaps they are. But I need to find out.*

***William:*** *It’s worth checking, yeah.*

***Edward:*** *I reckon all of you--by the time if I ever come back--will have taken this place over.*

***Jacob:*** *I hope so.*

***Erin:*** *We’ll have cleared it. This place is ours.*

***Edward:*** *Ambitious.*

***William:*** *Our own little shopping mall… exciting.*

***Edward:*** *Exciting until more people want their own little shopping mall, too. Anyway, I’ll be going now. Farewell.*

***Albert:*** *Good luck.*

***Jacob:*** *G’bye, Ed.*

Edward limps out of the room. A few moments later, FELIX QUARTERMAN comes strolling in.

***Felix:*** *Where’s the cripple going?*

***Albert:*** *Leaving the mall.*

***Robert:*** *What he said.*

***Felix:*** *Well, he tends to fuck off all the time anyway. Anyways, good job - North Plaza is cleared. Randall.*

***Randall:*** *Eh?*

***Felix:*** *Go on down to the North Plaza, keep it in check, keep it safe. Clayton is down there sweeping up with-- I forgot her name. She joined them… Kate! She was my assistant. I trust her enough. The rest of them - you locked them in the basement for now?*

***Randall:*** *Yeah, quite a few of ‘em. I guess they can sit and try to think for a while. Anyways, I’ll go on down to the North Plaza and join them. Cheerio, fellas.*

He exits the room.

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**Scene #2**

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

A full day passes, and it’s now the fourth day of the apocalypse. Most of the group is out and about, moving the corpses of the dead to burn them.

In the security room, ROBERT MORGAN approaches FELIX QUARTERMAN in the waiting room.

***Robert:*** *Hey -- hey. Is there any way I could check the - security cameras, or something?*

***Felix:*** *For what?*

***Robert:*** *My -- van. It’s got valuable electronic supplies and, uh-- it’s not parked far from here.*

***Felix:*** *And you think our cameras cover the entire town?*

***Robert:*** *I think it might -- be visible from the front outdoor camera.*

***Felix:*** *It isn’t, so if you want your van you’ll need to hope you remember where it is.*

***Robert:*** *I-- I do! It’s - up the hill directly north of the front door, as far as I remember.*

***Felix:*** *What’s so important about it?*

***Robert:*** *It’s my tools and my-- my dog. He’s just a puppy - a german shepherd.*

***Felix:*** *And you think that van hasn’t been touched already? Out in the open - with a dog inside. Not possible. You do as you please, but I’m not getting my hands tied up in all this shit.*

Felix heads out of the room. Robert sighs, and steps out of the room, on his way to the front doors by himself. Not wanting to let Robert go alone, JACOB FELDMAN looks over to a sleeping ALBERT HANSON.

***Jacob:*** *Albert. Think you could go with him.*

Albert wakes up, looking around.

***Albert:*** *Ah-- what? I dozed off.*

***Erin:*** *He’s - going by himself. It’s concerning, uh-- just follow Robert.*

***Jacob:*** *And quick.*

***Albert:*** *Yeah-- okay, okay.*

He gets out of his chair, hurrying out of the room.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

ALBERT HANSON hustles down the stairs, seeing ROBERT MORGAN nearing the front doors.

***Albert:*** *Robert--*

Said man turns his head as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, looking up at Albert, who stops close to the bottom step.

***Albert:*** *I’m coming.*

***Robert:*** *It’s -- it’s fine. Seriously, I’m fine.*

***Albert:*** *I can come, it’s okay.*

***Robert:*** *Thank you for the - hospitality-- but I’m okay.*

***Albert:*** *With your flu, you might need an extra man with you.*

***Robert:*** *I-- probably do, but I’m okay.* ***(He coughs)*** *I’m fine.*

***Albert:*** *Are you sure? I don’t want you to die out there.*

***Robert: (Nodding)*** *Two people out there -- we won’t survive. Not worth risking your life on the off chance we make it. But it’s worth risking mine -- for my puppy.*

***Albert:*** *Well… just get back here quickly. I’ll just, uh - stand out here so the others think I went with you.*

Robert turns to leave, but only goes a few feet, stopping ahead of the front doors.

***Robert:*** *Wait -- wait.*

***Albert:*** *Hmm?*

Outside, Robert looks on at the zombies wandering the parking lot, and has a change of heart.

***Robert:*** *I think it would be best - if you came with me, actually. It’s survivable -- maybe.*

***Albert:*** ***(Nodding happily)*** *Let’s go, then.*

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - AFTERNOON**

ROBERT MORGAN and ALBERT HANSON step out into the parking lot, their first time leaving the mall in four days. Gazing around the lot, Robert frowns.

***Robert:*** *This is sad-- so much… so much life lost.*

Walking forward, Robert takes out a knife and grabs onto a nearby zombie, driving the blade under its chin and up into its brain. Albert whacks another zombie down with his pistol.

***Robert:*** ***(Pointing across the parking lot)*** *Let’s -- let’s go.*

**Scene #4 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - AFTERNOON**

Albert and Robert traverse down the street, passing by abandoned vehicles and zombie corpses. Robert has to stop at one point, grabbing onto a pole and coughing excessively, but he straightens himself back up quickly.

Ahead of them, a commotion is heard. FRASER STILLER smacks a zombie in the face with his crowbar, yelling.

***Fraser:*** *Stay back, demon!*

Albert and Robert begin hurrying forward towards the man. A second zombie sneaks up beside Fraser and grabs onto him, pulling Fraser all around.

***Fraser:*** *Oh my- OH MY!*

Robert stabs the first zombie, before rushing over to Fraser and throwing the zombie off of him. He bends down, stabbing it in the eye.

***Fraser: (Breathless)*** *Tha-thank you, gentlemen…*

***Robert:*** *It’s -- it’s all cool.*

***Fraser:*** *It’s-- a tough life now, that’s for certain.*

***Albert:*** ***(While bashing a zombie in the head)*** *That it is.*

***Robert:*** *Tell me about it.*

***Fraser:*** *I’m Fraser, my good sirs. Paramedic.*

***Robert:*** *Robert -- Robert. Pleasure.*

***Albert:*** *I’m Albert. Good to meet you.*

***Fraser:*** *I - I actually came this way seeking help. I-- my group and I - we… we were in my ambulance-- there’s four of us-- or - was. And-- we got rammed off the road. Crashed. We’re missing two.*

***Robert:*** ***(Shaking his head)*** *That’s sad -- hopefully they’re- not dead.*

***Fraser:*** *We… We sent one off looking for help. The other - he’s out there somewhere, wounded. --Fell out the back of the ambulance. We-- we were being hunted by some - some SWAT team, I swear! I’m not crazy. I - I need help.*

***Albert:*** *Why would a SWAT team be hunting down innocent people…*

***Robert:*** *I -- I always knew those goddamn cops were evil!*

***Fraser:*** *They took all of our supplies in exchange for our lives. Left us on the side of the road.*

***Albert:*** *Sounds like you’ve had a rough few days.*

***Fraser:*** *Haven’t we all?*

***Albert:*** *Worse than us, I meant.*

***Fraser:*** *It’s a cruel world.*

***Robert:*** *Hey, we’re - uh, out on a mission. If you-- if you want, you can head into the mall back there or - come with us.*

***Fraser:*** *A mission? I-- I can’t abandon my friends.*

***Robert:*** *We can - get your friend on the way there.*

***Albert:*** *We’ll get your friend, I’m sure he’s fine wherever he is.*

***Fraser:*** *If we’re getting him on the way there-- no… No, I couldn’t-- my friends and I, we-- we know where that SWAT team is held up. We saw them… in the museum.*

***Albert:*** *The museum…?*

***Fraser:*** *They - took our things, and I saw them move there. Oh, it’s terrible! Me and my group - before we all split up, we wanted to run back in, get back what was ours-- they took everything!*

***Albert:*** *So… I’m assuming you want to go there now?*

***Fraser:*** *I… I’d like to back and - and at least get my friend to save us from being split up completely. But the dead - they pollute the streets, sir! Every turn! I-- I thought it was the whiskey-- I MEAN - WATER! I’m not a drunk driver, I was driving when we crashed. Though - out of my eight bottles, I only had one that didn’t smash. They couldn’t find it when looting us so - I kept it.*

Albert sighs.

***Fraser:*** *Look, I-- my friends - we really need help. I… Please.*

***Robert:*** *Okay… okay.* ***(He sighs quietly)***

***Albert:*** *We’ll go get your friends. Then you guys can leave or come stay with us.*

***Fraser:*** *Well we need to-- can you - can we… Follow me.*

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - AFTERNOON**

FRASER STILLER leads the two men down the road, eventually coming across a crashed ambulance off the side of the road. MARCUS DOWNES looks over at them from next to the ambulance.

***Marcus:*** *New people, Fraser?*

Fraser nods, turning to ALBERT HANSON and ROBERT MORGAN.

***Fraser:*** *This is Marcus. We-- this was our ambulance--*

He stops mid sentence after noticing that nobody but Marcus is there.

***Fraser:*** *The others aren’t back-- where are they?*

***Marcus:*** *They aren’t back.*

A loud and rough sounding cough comes from Robert, as he stumbles into the side of the ambulance, keeping himself from falling. Marcus draws his revolver worryingly.

***Marcus:*** *Woah - woah. Who is this guy? You good?*

***Albert:*** *Hey, hey-- put it down. He’s fine.*

***Robert:*** *I’m-- I’m fine. The flu.*

Marcus nods slowly, sliding his revolver back into his holster.

***Marcus:*** *Truth is, I’m almost out of ammo, and those assholes took the rest of it. I’ve got -- two bullets.*

***Fraser:*** *Oh, this is a disaster! A disaster!* ***(He falls to his knees)***

***Marcus:*** *Damn, Fraser, get up.*

***Albert:*** *Calm down, we’ll find your friends eventually. And don’t yell, you’ll just draw more of the undead.*

***Robert:*** *We can -- we can go find them right now.*

***Marcus:*** *We don’t know where they are. Zac-- he… While we were being pursued, he fell out of the back doors. He can’t be too far. Hey, Fraser.*

***Fraser:*** *Y-yeah?*

***Marcus:*** *Stay here with the ambulance, wait for Aldus to return. I’ll take these new fellas out, see if I can find Zac.*

***Fraser:*** *I… affirmative!*

Fraser goes to take a seat next to the ambulance, all while looking around nervously.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - AFTERNOON**

MARCUS DOWNES, ALBERT HANSON and ROBERT MORGAN begin heading down the street, the ambulance becoming smaller and distant as they go.

***Marcus:*** *Where do you both come from anyway?*

***Albert:*** *The mall.*

***Marcus:*** *In there? Isn’t it flooded with the dead?*

***Albert:*** *We’ve cleared most of it out. Still some in there, but it’s mostly secure.*

***Robert:*** *We’ve been -- clearing, yeah.*

***Marcus:*** *Seems to me like a prime target for many survivors to go to.*

***Albert:*** *Yeah, you’d think that, but we haven’t seen much new people coming in.*

***Marcus:*** *You got a big group, then?*

***Albert: (Nodding)*** *Fairly big.*

***Robert:*** *Big enough.*

***Marcus:*** *…And what led only two of you out here - one being sick.*

***Robert:*** *My mission to find my puppy along with my electrical tools.*

***Albert:*** *And I just went along with him.*

***Marcus:*** *I saw a dog being eaten a few blocks away but-- there’s tons of dogs in town, so, uh - probably not yours.*

Robert looks away in horror. Suddenly, Marcus stops in his tracks, and crouches down. Albert and Robert do the same out of instinct.

***Albert: (Quietly)*** *What?*

Marcus dips his finger into a small puddle of blood on the ground next to him.

***Marcus:*** *It’s fresh. A trail… could be my buddy.*

***Albert:*** *Or some hobo.*

Marcus stands back up, as do the others.

***Marcus:*** *This was around where he fell out. I have some hope.*

***Albert:*** *Well… lead the way.*

Marcus follows the trail for a bit, before he looks up at a bakery ahead of them.

***Marcus:*** *Leads to there.*

As they slowly approach the building, Albert takes out his pistols.

***Albert:*** *Just in case…*

He turns to Robert, offering him his second pistol. Robert takes it and examines the weapon.

***Robert:*** *Woah, thanks.*

After taking out his revolver and flashlight, Marcus opens the door to the bakery.

**Scene #6 Cont.**

**BAKERY**

Inside, the building is eerily quiet. Marcus shines his flashlight around.

***Marcus: (Whisper yelling)*** *Zac?! Zac!*

No response. Slowly, Marcus, Albert and Robert walk through the bakery until making it to the back room, where a dead zombie is seen on the ground. On the far end of the room is another door leading out into an alleyway. Stepping over the zombie corpse, Marcus and the other two step out into the alley.

**Scene #6 Cont.**

**ALLEYWAY - AFTERNOON**

Immediately after exiting the alleyway, Marcus lays eyes on two zombies feasting on a corpse. Panicked, he runs over whilst pulling out his knife. He quickly deals with both of them, throwing their bodies off to get a look at the corpse they were feasting on. He sighs in relief.

***Marcus:*** *Not him.*

***Robert:*** *G-good.* ***(He coughs)***

After holstering their guns, the trio continue down the alleyway in search of Zac.

***Marcus:*** *You guys been out of the mall since it started?*

***Robert:*** *Just this once. We’ve had… unfortunate circumstances.*

***Marcus:*** *So for the most part you’ve encountered decent people or…*

***Robert:*** *Debatable. A clown with dual wield chainsaws sound nice?*

***Marcus:*** *Nope. I’d rather not even hear about that one.*

***Robert:*** *A family of evil snipers, you know, the usual.*

***Marcus:*** *Snipers, a clown? How can it get any worse?*

***Robert:*** *Cultist ninjas led by a Hitler-lady.*

***Marcus:*** *That one’s a joke.*

***Robert:*** ***(Shaking his head)*** *I wish.*

***Marcus:*** *Care to explain a little more?*

***Robert:*** *There was a rival faction - and unbeknownst to all members except a few -- their leader was evil. She had a taskforce of hooded combatants with weapons - and they tried to trap and kill us.*

***Marcus:*** *Why?*

***Robert:*** *Well, uh - Hitler-lady wanted order in the mall.*

***Marcus:*** *And I reckon that's a dictatorship if you’re calling her Hitler.*

Robert nods, frowning.

***Marcus:*** *Hell, I thought we’d had it bad. Though - we did have some crazed supreme court judge.*

***Robert:*** *Jesus -- surely they’d have governmental protection?*

***Marcus: (Shrugging)*** *Thought he had the authority to declare execution. Had a corrupt force of assholes who were putting innocent people on trial, and they always ended up guilty. Hanging, beheading, shooting. All on the first day, too. It’s fucking baffling how quick people change.*

***Robert:*** *Oh -- oh my.*

***Marcus:*** *It’s scary. And I don’t often get scared. I’m a detective. Or-- was.*

***Robert:*** *I’m an electrician. Lived a boring life, will die a boring way.*

***Marcus:*** *You’re a good guy for helping me with this. Both of you are.*

***Robert:*** *You’re all in need - so of course.*

***Marcus:*** *We’re looking for a guy named Zac-- bit of an asshole, but you find redeeming qualities in them if you dig deep enough. He’s a hot-shot investor, rich and pampered, but he helps his friends if that counts. Financially.*

***Robert:*** *Can you track animals? Randall curiosity. Wanted to settle the difference between a hunter and a detective.*

***Marcus:*** *Yeah, I can track animals. I’m not as good as a hunter, though. No way. But if they left -- a mess, or a clue to them being there - a disruption of some kind, I can follow it. Eagle-eye was my nickname on the force.*

***Robert:*** *Eagle-eye… I like it.*

***Marcus:*** *It grew on me after a while.*

Marcus looks ahead of them, seeing somebody leaning up against a wall. As he narrows his eyes, he realizes who it is.

***Marcus:*** *There he is.*

He, Robert and Albert rush ahead, where they find ZAC BARNES sitting up against a wall, bleeding from his head, his eyes closed.

***Marcus:*** *Hey, hey. Zac.*

***Zac:*** ***(His eyes still closed)*** *It’s pretty fucking hot out here for November. The heat was the thing that got me, not the dead.*

***Marcus:*** *You made it pretty damn far for having fallen out of that damn ambulance. We’re all split up, it’s fucking hell.*

***Zac:*** *I reckon you followed my trail of puddled red…*

***Marcus:*** *Hard to miss. We gotta get you back.*

***Zac:*** *You guys parked somewhere?*

***Marcus:*** *We, uh-- yeah we’re - we’re somewhere.*

He helps Zac up to his feet.

***Marcus:*** *Things didn’t go so well when you fell out. Those-- those SWAT assholes kept tracking us. And we, uh-- well, we flipped. Aldus went out. And Fraser is at the -- crashed ambulance. We had everything taken.*

***Zac:*** *Well, that’s not very fair.* ***(He looks at Albert and Robert)*** *Who are you?*

***Marcus:*** *They came with me to find you. Good guys. We’re gonna help them in return.*

***Zac:*** *With what?*

***Marcus:*** *With tracking a dog.*

***Zac:*** *Are you joking? Don’t we have more pressing matters?*

***Marcus:*** *Dog’s probably more useful than you.* ***(He grins)***

***Zac:*** *Fuck you too.*

***Marcus:*** *Alright, come on.*

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - LATE AFTERNOON**

The group head back out onto the streets and towards the ambulance.

***Zac:*** *Ughh, the fucking heat…*

***Albert:*** *Better out here than inside that damn mall.*

***Marcus:*** *Maybe if you weren’t in a fucking suit, Zac.* ***(He rips off his suit jacket)*** *Roll up the waistcoat sleeves.*

***Zac:*** *That was an expensive suit.*

***Marcus:*** *Stops your whining.*

ROBERT MORGAN takes out a water bottle and takes a sip, then offers it to ZAC BARNES.

***Marcus:*** *Keep the bottle for yourself, my sick guy.*

***Robert:*** ***(Nodding)*** *Best I do…*

He puts it away.

***Marcus:*** *Come on, ambulance is just down the street. I’ll drop Zac off, then help you both find the dog.*

***Robert:*** *Thanks-- thank you.*

***Zac: (To Marcus)*** *So where do these guys come from?*

***Marcus:*** *They can answer it.*

***Albert:*** *The mall.*

***Zac:*** *The fuckin’ mall?*

***Albert:*** *Mhm.*

***Marcus:*** *I was shocked too.*

Down the road, the ambulance comes into view -- as well as FRASER STILLER, who comes running out, waving his arms at them.

***Fraser:*** *Gents! WOO-HOO! You’re back!*

A zombie comes out of a nearby alley, stumbling over to Fraser, who screams when he sees it.

***Zac:*** *Fucking pussy…*

Robert heads forward, taking out his knife and putting down the zombie.

***Fraser:*** *Kick thy corpse to the ground so it can rot in the heat! Satan’s creatures! I’m not even religious! By god!*

***Marcus:*** *Fraser’s -- a drama-queen.*

***Fraser:*** *A drama-king.* ***(To Zac)*** *So good to see you survived snapping your neck, that’s near impossible, my good sir.*

***Zac:*** *Wish I did so I didn’t have to hear that scream.*

***Robert:*** *Is he an actor or a paramedic?*

***Albert:*** *An actemedic.*

***Marcus:*** *He’s-- well, he’s a paramedic, but I ask myself every minute how he got the job. Ask him anything, I don’t think he’s qualified at all.*

***Robert:*** *He would’ve done well in the film industry.*

***Fraser:*** *I use the zappy things and I buzz life into people. It’s easy. I don’t know the terminology, but I can do it under pressure. That’s how I passed the exam.*

***Marcus:*** *Alright, Fraser - stay here-- patch up Zac. I’m gonna take these two gents back out, help them find their dog.*

***Fraser:*** *Zac- it’s me and you! Dream team! Come on, come here.*

***Zac:*** *Don’t be long, Marcus. I swear… I can only handle so much.*

***Fraser:*** *This is exciting, guys, we’ve almost got the gang back!*

***Zac:*** *Kill me.*

Zac takes a seat next to the ambulance.

***Fraser:*** *Let me get those things -- the bandages! That’s it.*

***Zac:*** *Maybe clean the wound first?*

***Fraser:*** *I’m the professional, Zac.*

MARCUS DOWNES, ALBERT HANSON and Robert turn, heading back down the street towards where Robert claims to have parked his van.

***Fraser:*** *Good luck!*

***Marcus:*** *If you yell, they’ll come for you.*

Fraser gulps, watching them go.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - LATE AFTERNOON**

ROBERT MORGAN leads MARCUS DOWNES and ALBERT HANSON up the street to where he parked his van. Eventually, a van comes into view over the hill.

***Marcus:*** *Is that your van?*

***Robert:*** *The black one-- yes.*

***Marcus:*** *Alright, let me go inspect it. Stay here, hold off any dead ones if they do happen to come by.*

Albert and Robert stand beside the van keeping a lookout as Marcus looks into the open side door.

***Marcus:*** *Well - your dog is certainly not in the van. Which is good-- but also bad.*

Robert frowns, looking down. As Marcus looks down at his feet, he notices a small splatter of blood next to some gravel with a paw mark in it.

***Marcus:*** *He made it out, I can tell that much-- if he has little legs.*

Robert nods. Marcus begins to follow the trail left by the dog.

***Marcus:*** *Then he was trotting along the stones here. But he was being followed…*

***Robert:*** *Woah-- no.*

***Marcus:*** *Most likely a dead one, the movement ain’t precise. No worries, if he was a fast little one, he’ll have made it out.*

***Albert:*** *Surely your dog outran a zombie.*

***Marcus:*** *Ain’t easy for a slow-walking biter to catch a dog.*

They continue along the trail slowly, Marcus making sure not to lose it.

***Marcus:*** *Hey, Robert -- does your little pupper respond to whistles or anything?*

***Robert:*** ***(Nodding)*** *He-- he’s very trained.*

Marcus points ahead to an alleyway, where there are a few garbage bins close together.

***Marcus:*** *Whistle, and I’m sure he’ll come shooting out of those bins over there. Unless he’s scared.*

Robert looks ahead to the alley and then whistles. And after a long few seconds, a small german shepherd comes trotting out from behind the bins. Rober smiles, approaching and picking up the dog. He notices a bit of blood stained around its mouth.

***Robert:*** *He was -- biting people. Zombies.*

***Albert:*** *Cool dog.*

***Robert:*** *He’ll grow into a fine big fucker - if I die of whatever shit I have, at least he’ll live.*

***Marcus:*** *Well, glad I could help. And thank you for your help, too.*

***Robert:*** *Thank you-- really.*

***Albert:*** *So… what now?*

***Robert:*** *I mean - I’m happy to bring you and your folk into the mall with us, get you fed and patched up, cleaned, all that.*

***Marcus:*** *I’ve got something to do first. And I can’t put your lives in danger to help.*

***Robert:*** *Oh - what is it?*

***Marcus:*** *I’m going to sneak into that museum, and I’m getting my supplies back.*

***Robert:*** *Oh my… Well, we can help.*

***Marcus:*** *No - you shouldn’t. Especially with your cough. Puts your life in danger. Puts everyone's life in danger.*

***Albert:*** *Highly dangerous, indeed.*

***Robert:*** *Albert-- you go, at least.*

***Albert:*** *I-- I feel like we should be heading back now. At least just to tell the others-- I mean, we’ve been gone longer than we should have been. We don’t need them coming out looking for us.*

***Robert:*** *He needs the help - please.*

***Marcus:*** *Well, I gotta get going. I’ll uh - consider your offer, gents. But I hope that you can see that I’m quite capable out here.*

***Robert:*** *Albert, go with him, seriously-- please.*

***Albert:*** ***(Sighing)*** *Okay-- I will. You go back, though.*

***Marcus:*** *Take your little pup back.*

***Robert:*** *Thank you. I’ll get him safe.*

***Marcus:*** *Albert, it’s probably best it’s just us who go, as, uh - Fraser isn’t built for this kinda thing. And Zac is wounded.*

***Albert:*** *Alright. Fine by me. Robert - I might need my second pistol back, though. Just in case.*

Robert pulls out the pistol and tosses it to Albert.

***Albert:*** *Alright, peace out, stay safe.*

***Robert:*** *You too, good luck.*

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - MAIN OFFICE**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR leans forward in his chair, staring ahead blankly, his eyes sleepless. ROBIN CLARKE stands to the side of the room, looking at his boss.

***Benjamin:*** *How many patrols do we have?*

***Robin:*** *For her?*

***Benjamin:*** *Yes… yes, for her.*

***Robin:*** *I think there’s -- four out there, searching the town.*

Benjamin shakes his head, looking down.

***Benjamin:*** *She’s just a girl… Not knowing where her father is… That’s not fair - I…*

***Robin:*** *Sir, I know.*

***Benjamin:*** *…Fetch them.*

***Robin:*** *Fetch who?*

***Benjamin:*** ***(Slowly, tired)*** *Fetch the usuals.*

Robin nods and swiftly opens the office door, walking down the hall a bit.

***Robin:*** *Simpson! Haywood! Boss wants to see ya’ both.*

Two men come walking down the hallway, passing by Robin and entering the office. SHANE HAYWOOD enters the office first, shortly followed by MIKE SIMPSON, who takes a seat, whilst Haywood remains on his feet.

***Benjamin:*** *We’re running out of places to look. My-- Sarah is - out there, somewhere.*

***Mike:*** *I’ll take a gander to see our potential locations.*

He digs into his pocket, sliding out a small notepad, but Benjamin stops him.

***Benjamin:*** *No-- here’s what we’re going to do. Mr. Dance has not been answering our calls. It’s clear to me that--*

He pauses, shaking his head.

***Benjamin:*** *Nevermind all that. Sarah - and her caretaker, Ashley, need to be found. Mike, I want you here, overseeing the museum, keeping supplies in check. You note down everything that’s used. Everything that’s checked in or out.*

***Mike:*** *Got it.*

***Benjamin:*** *Shane. How much more of the town needs sweeped? All - potential locations must be checked.*

***Shane:*** *Still quite a bit… a block of houses, few stores, the clinic. Oh, and-- the mall.*

***Benjamin:*** *The mall…*

***Shane:*** *It’s a big place.*

***Benjamin: (Nodding slowly)*** *We’ll come to that last. Now - speaking on other matters… Robin!*

Robin enters the office.

***Robin:*** *Sir?*

***Benjamin:*** *Have you been dealing with potential threats?*

***Robin:*** *Ambulance passed through the streets this afternoon, sir. Had it knocked off the road and all supplies were taken here.*

***Benjamin:*** *Good - good. In the odd case they found Sarah and harmed her-- it’s now sorted.*

As they’re speaking, Mike reaches into his satchel, pulling out an untouched journal.

***Mike:*** *All contributions in the future will be written down here. Followed by name. I’ll run a check of our respective stock, too.*

***Benjamin:*** *Good, good. Shane, I want you to lead a patrol yourself to all outlanding areas of the town. Outskirts, cabins, forests, all of it.*

***Shane:*** *Will do.*

***Robin:*** *Allow me to escort you, sir.*

***Shane:*** *Yeah, sure.*

***Benjamin:*** *Good - good. Both of you, head off, return within the hour.*

***Shane:*** *Okay.*

Robin nods, and he and Shane leave the office.

***Mike:*** *Farewell, gents.*

After they leave, Mike takes out a bottle of alcohol, offering it up to Benjamin.

***Mike:*** *A drink?*

***Benjamin:*** *No, I’ve had enough. You’re dismissed for now. Good work.*

Mike nods, pouring himself one drink, and quickly taking it before packing everything up and walking out.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - OUTSIDE ENTRANCE - EVENING**

Across the street of the museum, MARCUS DOWNES and ALBERT HANSON are crouched down behind an abandoned car, looking at the front entrance.

***Marcus:*** *Alright. Best thing we can do is get a hold of someone. Force them to give us back what’s ours. Once we’ve lost our hostage, we’ve lost our leverage - so we’ll need to be out quick.*

Albert nods. Marcus looks ahead to the entrance.

***Marcus:*** *Two guards. We take one each, knives. I’ll get the one on the right.*

***Albert:*** *I’ll get the left.*

Marcus and Albert, using the darkness of the evening to their advantage, sneak up to the entrance. Both of them rush up on the guards at once, stabbing them and taking them down slowly, ensuring to keep it quiet. Marcus nods to Albert.

***Marcus:*** *Alright, let’s push up.*

**Scene #10 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - SECOND FLOOR**

Albert and Marcus sneak inside the museum, where they head up the stairs immediately in front of them. At the top of the steps, Marcus halts, peeking around the corner and noticing MIKE SIMPSON entering a room filled with supplies, leaving the door open.

***Marcus:*** *Alright - there. Guy with the supplies. I’ll go get him.*

Marcus steps out of cover, pushing up to the room Mike entered. Meanwhile, Albert stays in place, keeping a lookout.

In the supply room, Marcus puts his knife to Mike’s neck.

***Marcus:*** *I’m here for one thing, friend. Nothing more, alright?*

Mike nods.

***Marcus:*** *Just help me out with this - and we’ll both be done. Your people stole my medical supplies -- from an ambulance?*

He nods again.

***Marcus:*** *Give me back the case and I’ll leave. We can make this work for both of us.*

Marcus puts the knife to his side, pushing Mike forward. After taking a deep breath, Mike approaches one of the cabinets, unlocking it, and taking out a case.

***Marcus:*** *You stole this from us, understand why I’m getting it back?*

***Mike:*** *I do - trust me, I do. Wish there was another way.*

***Marcus:*** *I do too. You keep silent about this, and you’ll have saved some lives.*

Outside the room, a guard is making his way down the hall, when he stops to take a gander into the supply room. Seeing him, Albert dashes out of cover, hurrying over and quickly and quietly as possible. The guard enters the room, and noticing Marcus, goes to grab his gun. Before he can reach it, a knife plunges into his back, Albert covering his mouth, blocking out his screams. He drags the man down, stabbing him in his eye, killing him. Mike looks on, frowning, but staying quiet.

Marcus takes the case from Mike and hands it to Albert.

***Marcus:*** *Albert, here. Take it out.*

Once Albert has it, and is on his way out of the museum, Marcus turns back to Mike.

***Marcus:*** *Do not exit this room until we’re gone. You want to tell your boss, which you will - so be it. We’ll be gone.*

***Mike:*** *I don’t want to… I have to.*

Marcus stares at him, before turning and hurrying out of the room.

**Scene #10 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - OUTSIDE ENTRANCE - EVENING**

Outside, Marcus quickly runs across the street, where Albert is waiting.

***Marcus:*** *The mall, yeah?*

***Albert:*** ***(Nodding)*** *We should go there.*

***Marcus:*** *Alright, go on ahead-- take my supplies with you to your mall. I’ll go get my friends. Be safe!*

The two of them run off in different directions.

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - SECOND FLOOR**

MIKE SIMPSON knocks on BENJAMIN TAYLOR’s office door frantically. After a few seconds, it opens.

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Simpson?*

***Mike:*** *We’ve been robbed--*

Benjamin stares at Mike for a few seconds, scowling, before he pushes him aside angrily, marching into the hallways. He comes speeding over to the supply room, where he sees a group of men that have gathered around their fallen member. Ben points to them.

***Benjamin:*** *Follow them out, they can’t have gotten far. GO!*

The group of men nod, swiftly rushing down the stairs. Benjamin turns back to Mike.

***Benjamin:*** *How were we robbed?*

***Mike:*** *I was held at knife point, they killed the guards.*

***Benjamin:*** *These are troubling times, we can’t afford to lose a single supply to troublemakers.*

***Mike:*** *They-- forced me to open the cabinet. Took the case.*

***Benjamin:*** *They won’t get far. They won’t get far at all…*

***Mike:*** *I hope not.*

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**Scene #11**

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

A loud knock comes at the security room door. FELIX QUARTERMAN looks over, before heading over to open it, where he sees ALBERT HANSON.

***Felix:*** *Robert said you’d be back late.*

Albert steps in holding the case. Felix shuts the door behind him, taking notice of his case.

***Felix:*** *What’s with the case?*

***Albert:*** *Supplies. I-- raided the museum with a new guy. Expect him and his friends to be here soon. There are bad guys there, a group, in the museum.*

***Felix:*** *We needn’t worry about people in the museum, we have a mall. Go on into the waiting room, update everyone.*

Nodding, Albert steps past Felix and into the waiting room.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - FIRST FLOOR**

As soon as SHANE HAYWOOD, ROBIN CLARKE and their squad step into the museum, they’re stopped by BENJAMIN TAYLOR.

***Benjamin:*** *We’ve encountered a problem. Robbers, criminals. Thieving our supplies.*

***Robin:*** ***(Smugly)*** *The thieves steal from us thieves.*

***Benjamin:*** *Not this time, Robin. I have a squad out tailing them as best they can.*

***Robin:*** *Am I gonna get to go on a shoot ‘em up?*

***Benjamin:*** *They could have my daughter for all we know. We be cautious. There could be many or few.*

***Shane:*** *Do we know who took the supplies? Maybe somebody we robbed earlier.*

***Benjamin:*** *Mike has described one of them as being in a waistcoat with slicked back hair.*

***Robin:*** *Rings a bell to me. What did they steal?*

***Benjamin:*** *A case of medical supplies, silver box.*

***Robin:*** *Yeahh… I know ‘em. I robbed that ambulance, sir. They obviously think that we don’t get the final say in how things are. They are challenging us, and they certainly don’t have your daughter, wherever they are now.*

***Benjamin:*** *You’re sure?*

***Robin:*** *I am indeed.*

Slowly, Benjamin nods and looks over to Shane.

***Benjamin:*** *Shane. When we find out where they are - you’ll take twenty of our men and Robin - and you end it.*

***Shane:*** *Will do, sir.*

Robin grins, clapping his hands. Suddenly, a man comes pushing through the crowd.

***Squad Leader:*** *Sir!*

He pushes past everyone, stopping next to Benjamin.

***Squad Leader:*** ***(Out of breath)*** *Willamette Parkview Mall.*

***Benjamin: (Looking to Shane)*** *Looks like we’re going there early. Shane, ready up the convoy.*

Shane grins, as Benjamin walks off towards his office.

***Robin:*** ***(To Shane)*** *Sir.*

***Shane:*** *Yes?*

***Robin:*** *If you’d let me have the honours, I’d like to fire the warning shot with my… new bazooka. Maybe a nice clean hit into the wall.*

***Shane:*** ***(Grinning)*** *Oh, that’d be great, Robin. I’ll get ready and we leave soon.*

***Robin:*** *I’ll go ahead, scout it out until the convoy arrives. I won’t be far on.*

Shane nods, walking off down the hall.

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**Scene #13**

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

ALBERT HANSON steps into the waiting room, looking on at everyone.

***Jacob:*** *You’re back.*

***Albert:*** *I am.*

He sets the case down onto the floor.

***William:*** *What’s this, then?*

***Albert:*** *Supplies in there. Me and this -- other guy, Marcus. Him and I-- we went to this museum. There’s a group there, big one. That group apparently attacked Marcus and his friends - took their stuff, so we went back and got it.*

***William:*** *How big?*

***Albert:*** *Well, I didn’t see all of them. But by the look of things, they’ve gotta have a lot of people, a lot more than us.*

***Jared:*** *Knew it.*

***Jacob:*** *What’re the new people like?*

***Erin:*** *Interesting personalities or bland?*

***Albert:*** *Ah… very interesting.  One is a paramedic - but he doesn’t act like it.*

***Jared:*** *Any black gangsters?*

***Albert:*** *No-- no, I didn’t see any…*

FELIX QUARTERMAN enters the room.

***Felix:*** *Things are going well. North Plaza is secured for us. Randall and Clayton have it handled.*

Albert takes a load off on one of the chairs, letting out a long sigh.

***Albert:*** *What a long day.*

***Jared:*** *Not long for me.*

***Jacob:*** *None of us have been out besides two. Most of us are sitting wounded.*

***Felix:*** *Can someone maybe fucking establish to me what’s so scary about this new group, then? I’m fed up of all these new fucking people coming here to ruin things for us. We finally clear this damn mall and now you speak of spooky new groups down the street.*

***Albert:*** *They, uh -- have weapons, and people. More weapons than us, I assume. And more people than us… I assume. Let’s just wait for our new friends to arrive.*

***Jared:*** *JKHD could fuck ‘em up.*

***Jacob: (Yawning)*** *I’m sure you could.*

***Jared:*** *Yeah, yeah. What even are you - the medic?*

JACOB FELDMAN stares at him, unamused. WILLIAM REYNES then stands up, looking down at JARED KELLINGS.

***William:*** *He’s done enough, more than you have.*

***Felix:*** *Settle it down, people.*

***William:*** *I’m just saying… We’re all cool, we’ve all done well--*

A loud explosion is heard close by, vibrating the whole room and sending William stumbling into the wall. Felix crashes to the floor, and Albert falls out of his chair.