Partners in Crime/Transcript

*“You’re still criminals. Nothing changes criminals.”* *—Owen*

**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

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

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

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

**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

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

David Thewlis as DEREK MONROE

Jamie Dornan as ROBERT MORGAN

Michael McElhatton as MICHAEL HALL

**Co-Starring**

Who Cares as MICKEY FAHEY

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

RANDALL FORSTER slumps down into a chair, sweating and exhausted. He slowly begins loading shells into a shotgun. All around them, at the Al Fresca and Leisure Park doors, zombies bang and claw at the glass. Their two options are to take them on here, or retreat further into the mall through Wonderland Plaza.

***Randall:*** *We gonna have to fight our way out or what?*

***Quincy:*** *Seems like it. Bunch of dead fuckers at the doors.*

QUINCY ATHERTON narrows his eyes, looking around, when he spots something unusual. He sees ROBERT MORGAN pushing a large electrical fence into the food court via Wonderland Plaza.

***Quincy:*** *What in the fuck is this?*

***Monica:*** *Carrying around a fence to fight with? Nice.*

***Robert: (He coughs)*** *Yes-- yes, thank you. It’s an electrical fence.*

***Quincy:*** *Electrical fences require power. And in case you haven’t noticed, we don’t need a damn fence right now!*

***Robert:*** *Don’t we? Aren’t the front doors -- damaged?*

***Felix:*** *Does it look like our priority is a fucking fence while they’ve broken into the mall? You don’t make fucking repairs until you’ve dealt with the problem.*

***Randall:*** *Lighten up, Felix. He means for after. I think it’s fucking cool - except for the power problem. So-- maybe add some barbed wire.*

***Robert:*** *Speaking of -- the power problem--*

***Felix:*** *Are we seriously discussing this right now?! Look outside for fuck’s sake! Put the fence down and pick up a damn weapon. Windows won’t hold forever.*

Robert sets the fence down, and takes out his dagger.

***Felix:*** *So what - we all just slice and dice and fucking pray?*

***Randall:*** *Got a better idea?*

***Teddy:*** *Well - we can’t use guns. We don’t want to draw even more. So we resort to melee weapons, folks. That’s our best bet.*

***Jacob: (To Robert)*** *You got Apollo safe somewhere… right?*

Robert doesn’t reply, as he looks out at the zombies banging on the doors and windows.

***Felix:*** *He’s gone in a world of his own, so let him fucking sit there.*

***Robert:*** *Sorry-- I was thinking. Yes - Apollo is safe. I’ve locked him in the store.*

***Monica:*** *Thinking… yeah.*

***Robert:*** *Yeah. Thinking.*

***Monica:*** *Thinking for an awfully long time. Bad excuse, honey.*

***Robert:*** *Thinking of how I can power the electrical fences…*

***Quincy:*** *Yeah, well why don’t you fucking focus on what’s at hand?*

DEAN HOWARDS shuffles over to the crowd.

***Dean:*** *How are we gonna get liquor now? I’ve been asking you people for ages--*

***Quincy:*** *Hey, Buddy. Get over here.*

***Dean:*** *Huh? Wh-- what is it?*

***Quincy:*** *I ain’t had a chance to see you ever since me and Monica moved here.*

***Dean:*** *Oh--oh, yes. Right.*

Dean makes his way over. As he does, OWEN GLIEFIELD watches him, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes.

***Quincy:*** *You ready to fucking slash through those dead ones?*

***Dean:*** *Well not exa--*

***Owen:*** *Makes sense that you’d put yourself with those people.*

***Monica:*** *Excuse me?*

***Dean:*** *I ain’t no criminal-- I swear I’m not.*

MONICA REYNOLDS approaches Owen, her eyes open, staring him down with hatred.

***Monica: THOSE*** *people? Do you have a problem?*

***Owen:*** *You heard me.*

***Monica:*** *Oh, so you do.*

She swiftly draws her sword, putting it to the man’s cheek, slowly cutting it.

***Monica:*** *Take that back.*

***Teddy:*** *Woah, woah. Owen is our medic. Back off, lady.*

***Dean:*** *Hey-- hey, yeah. No more of that--please.*

It’s now Quincy who strolls over, his eyes on Teddy. Monica reluctantly puts down the blade.

***Quincy:*** *Who you callin’ lady? You watch your damn mouth.*

***Teddy:*** *Learn some damn respect first.*

***Dean:*** *Hey-- just, how about -- all of us go and look for some liquor? We’ll share it--*

Dean is ignored, as Teddy takes a step closer to Quincy.

***Teddy:*** *You come into our mall - you follow our rules.*

***Robert:*** *Let’s-- let’s all calm down.*

***Jim:*** *There are more pressing matters at hand, people! Look outside! A horse of those flesh-eaters wants to have us for lunch!*

***Teddy:*** *We’ll handle them, Jim. Don’t worry. And then what of the bastards who blew open the front door?*

***Dean:*** *Someone blew up the door? I didn’t even hear what happened--*

***Felix: (To Teddy)*** *We’ll kill them. All of them.*

***Jacob:*** *We aren’t the most equipped, Felix.*

***Owen:*** *It isn’t a good idea to go and slaughter them. We already know what they’re capable of.*

Robert starts to speak, but breaks into a bad cough, before straightening himself up again.

***Robert:*** *Who-- who was it?*

***Jacob:*** *Businessman - private army guy. Long story. They attacked us a few weeks back. Those guys.*

***Robert:*** *Stupid -- stupid fuckers.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah, we aren’t equipped to fight them.*

Jacob looks around the room while everyone is chatting, and realizes Erin is nowhere to be found.

**Jacob:** Look - I gotta go find Erin.

**Fraser:** And I need to find Marcus! They can’t be far, surely.

**Jacob:** You guys got things held here?

**Randall:** Ey. We’ll handle it.

**Jacob:** Come on, Fraser.

**Fraser:** Yes, sir!

The two of them run off into Wonderland Plaza.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - STORAGE ROOM**

AUSTIN KINGSTON sighs loudly, leaning against the wall. He looks across the room at the only other man in the room, ALBERT HANSON, who’s sitting on a crate.

***Albert:*** *You new?*

***Austin:*** *My name is Austin, amigo. I come from the good lands of The Bar.*

***Albert: (He nods)*** *Albert. That was a-- a hell of a thing that just happened.*

***Austin:*** *You have any idea who that was. ‘Cause clearly they don’t like you.*

***Albert:*** *I think I have a good idea on who it is. You ever hear of those museum guys?*

***Austin: (Shaking his head)*** *They an enemy group to you guys or something?*

***Albert:*** *Well-- now they are. They wanted to blow up one of our plazas, in case you weren’t listening. We told them no, so I assume it was them who came back and blew up the plaza. Has to do with his daughter. You heard of the Rastas?*

***Austin:*** *Nope. They also an enemy group of yours?*

***Albert:*** *They apparently come from New York City. Big gang. The guy here, he isn’t the most friendly. From what I heard, my group, along with some other people, torched his farms.*

While listening, Austin unzips his duffel bag, retrieving a whiskey bottle. He takes a swig.

***Austin:*** *What’s with that car near the entrance?*

He paces around the room, taking drinks.

***Albert:*** *We had a problem earlier. Apparently some guy crashed into the Entrance Plaza. We have him locked up in the basement now. I shot the guy twice.*

***Austin:*** *So you’re the one who shot him* ***(He chuckles)***. *The guy came to my bar, he had two gunshot wounds. The dude led a horde right to my bar, and still expected me to let him in.*

***Albert:*** *I’m guessing you didn’t--*

***Austin:*** *Hell no. I’ve been waiting on my friend for a while now. He went out on a run, haven’t seen him since.* ***(Softly)*** *Probably dead.*

***Albert:*** ***(He frowns)*** *You’ll probably see him some day. I’m sure he’s fine.*

Austin is about to reply, when he hears bangs coming from the storage room door - and groans. Zombies.

***Albert:*** *I’ll take care of it.*

Albert stands, pulling out a knife. But as he opens the door, three zombies quickly swarm in.

***Albert:*** *SHIT--*

He desperately stabs one of them in the head, but it gets lodged in the skull, and Albert is unable to pull it out. The two remaining zombies pile onto Albert.

***Albert:*** *GET THEM OFF--*

Austin raises his shotgun. He takes his time aiming, ensuring that Albert would not be hit, and then he fires. One of the zombies is killed, while the other isn’t. But Albert is able to push the last one off. He pulls the knife out of the first zombie’s head, and kills the last. As Albert stands up, his face bloody, he finds Austin staring at him.

***Albert:*** *Yeah?*

***Austin:*** *We can’t sit here forever. We gotta--* ***(He grunts, lifting up his bag)*** *We gotta go somewhere.*

***Albert:*** *Well, then let’s go.*

The two of them step out of the room, avoiding zombies and heading towards the Entrance Plaza.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

As zombies continue clawing at the doors and windows, DEAN HOWARDS roams around the food court. He first stops by OWEN GLIEFIELD.

***Dean:*** *You ever drink?*

Owen shakes his head.

Dean then stops by JIM BUTTERMAN.

***Dean:*** *You-- good fellow.*

***Jim:*** *Yes?*

***Dean:*** *You look like a tequila man--right? Right?*

***Jim:*** *Oh - not on occasions like this* ***(He chuckles nervously)***. *We have bigger problems. But - I do enjoy a drink at the right time.*

***Dean:*** *Ah-- well- well, the point is-- I’ve asked for liquor, and I’ve done so much.*

KATE BLOODSTONE, sitting nearby, looks over at Dean.

***Kate:*** *Dean - you shouldn’t be drinking right now. There’s been liquor here - at access for you. But you just never drink at the right time.*

***Dean:*** *Wait what?*

***Kate:*** *Dean, this is a shopping center. We’ve been stacked on supplies.*

***Jim: (He chuckles)*** *What did you expect?*

***Dean:*** *Wait-- where? Where is it? I could go out now.*

***Jim:*** *Oh, well you can’t drink now, dear boy.*

***Dean:*** *But…*

Dean trails off, sighing. He slumps down onto a seat, where QUINCY ATHERTON comes marching up to him.

***Quincy:*** *Still got a serious drinking problem, huh, Buddy?*

***Dean:*** ***(Mumbling)*** *It’s not serious--*

***Quincy:*** *How about I give you a little wake up call. Come on.*

Quincy suddenly grabs him, pulling him to his feet in a split second. He begins dragging him across the food court.

***Dean:*** *HEY-- HEY - STOP! HANDS OFF THE SUIT! THIS IS NOT HOW YOU TREAT A FRIEND--*

Dean squirms around, but he is no match for Quincy’s strength. Eventually, Quincy arrives at the doors to Al Fresca Plaza. He shoves Dean’s face against the glass, where, on the other side, dozens of zombies bang at the windows, trying to get in.

***Quincy:*** *Look outside. LOOK!*

Dean shrieks in fear, looking at the corpses of the dead. Quincy finally lets the man go, and he sinks to the floor, horrified.

***Quincy:*** *You damn remember what’s coming for us all. You best start prioritizing shit, You hear me?*

***Robert:*** *Let’s not - let’s not get like this.*

***Quincy:*** *He needs taught, don’t he? He needs to learn - don’t he?*

On the floor, Dean covers his face, sobbing quietly.

***Monica:*** *He does!*

***Robert: (Quietly, upset)*** *Yeah, yeah. He does…*

***Monica:*** *Exactly! You get it now.*

***Randall:*** *Well, I supp--*

RANDALL FORSTER is cut off by the sound of glass shattering. Dean looks up to see zombies swarming through the broken windows. Panicking, he starts crawling away, eventually getting to his feet.

***Robert:*** *Oh… oh my.*

***Randall:*** *MELEE ONLY!*

Everyone around the food court hurries to pull out their melee weapons. Seeing the chaos, ROBERT MORGAN tries to push his fence into the way of the horde, but it fails miserably. The zombies immediately topple the fence over, pinning Robert beneath it. Seeing him, Quincy rushes over, destroying a zombie’s head with his sledgehammer. He then grabs onto Robert’s hand, pulling him out.

***Robert:*** *I-- thank you.*

Quincy nods, turning to fight off the zombies. All around the food court, people are battling zombies, defending themselves and others. And then more glass is heard shattering, this time it’s the Leisure Park windows. Zombies funnel through, filling the food court with even more of the dead.

One zombie staggers up to Jim, who’s alone. Panicked, Jim raises his arm, and brings a knife down into the zombie’s head.

***Jim:*** *Phew…*

He looks up to see two more zombies headed his way.

***Jim:*** *Oh my--*

TEDDY POWELL comes storming over, kicking one of the zombies back, while stabbing the other in the head. The kicked zombie falls to the floor, where its head is stomped in by Owen.

***Jim: (Panting between words)*** *Th-- thank you, boys.*

***Owen: (Nodding)*** *No problem.*

Meanwhile, FELIX QUARTERMAN is busy fighting off zombies of his own. He struggles to deal with a single zombie, but ends up killing it after throwing it to the floor and stabbing it in the head.

***Teddy:*** *Come on! We can’t keep fighting through these fuckers!*

Teddy bulls into a pair of zombies, and rushes through towards the now clear Al Fresca Plaza doors. Most others follow behind, but Dean is cut off by a few zombies, with nothing but a plastic serving tray to defend himself.

***Dean:*** *HELP!*

He waves an arm, but most people have already left. But Owen sees Dean--and leaves him.

***Dean:*** *W-- PLEASE! HELP!*

Dean whacks a zombie with his tray, which does nothing. He’s backed into a corner, but before the three zombies can devour him, CLAYTON FREEMAN comes to the rescue, shoving a zombie to the ground, and then swiftly stabbing the other two. He turns to the last zombie on the ground and drives his knife down into its head.

***Dean:*** *T- THANK YOU, GOOD SIR!*

Clayton grabs him, and they rush off into Al Fresca with the others.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - MIDNIGHT**

JACOB FELDMAN sprints onto the roof, looking around in a panic.

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

FRASER STILLER comes hurrying up behind Jacob, panting, out of breath.

***Fraser:*** *Hey-- hey - I’m sure-- sure they’re okay. I know so! Come on - this is a big mall, y’know? Plenty of places they could’ve went to. We have to consider them all!*

***Jacob:*** *I am! But - she was on watch.*

***Fraser:*** *And when she saw what happened, it’d be reasonable for her to leave her post!*

Fraser looks over to a part of the roof that’d taken a hit by an RPG.

***Fraser:*** *Hm. Well-- there’s hope.*

The two of them hear the scrape of a footstep behind them, and they turn to see ZAC BARNES strolling over, his face swollen with a black eye.

***Zac:*** *Mm… you’re looking for Marcus and Erin? Yeah, I know already. And I did think that the manner they left the mall in was very… discreet. Really raised my suspicion.*

***Jacob:*** *What are you on about?*

***Zac:*** *Not too long ago--just before all this--Erin and Marcus left. On some mission, I imagine.*

***Jacob:*** *Where would they go?*

***Zac:*** *I only saw them leave. Nothing more. But if I hadn’t, it seems you’d be searching forever, so… you’re welcome.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah… thanks, Zac. But-- you didn’t stop to ask them?*

***Zac:*** *I followed Marcus up onto the roof - assuming he’d still be there. When I looked out, they were leaving the parking lot. And then-- this happened. Didn’t get much of a choice.*

Zac glances over his shoulder to see ALDUS PAXTON climbing out of the vents. He slowly stands up, walking over them, holding his chest.

***Zac:*** *Aldus - hello.*

***Fraser:*** *Ah - Aldus! You are back up on your feet! How is your wound? I helped treat it myself - with some help from Owen, I guess.*

***Zac:*** *Or it was just all Owen.*

***Aldus:*** *It’s fine. So, what happened? I heard an explosion.*

***Jacob:*** *Entrance Plaza was blown open… by the same guys who tipped your ambulance.*

***Zac:*** *See. I knew they were a problem. I said it. All these allies of ours cannot be trusted. Not at all. We should be done with it. Fend for ourselves.*

***Fraser:*** *As mean as it sounds… I agree. None of this is our fight, Jacob! Look at what we have here. We need to keep it safe from the other groups. Them and their treachery!*

***Zac:*** *Finally speaking some sense, Fraser. Look what they do to us. Smack us about. Well, we should be done with that.*

***Jacob:*** *It’s-- it’s complicated.*

***Zac:*** *Oh, please. How complicated can it really be? We just need to see it as: they blew open our doors, and they risked all of our lives. And now--we cut ties with them. It’s simple. Think about it.*

Without awaiting a response, Zac turns and leaves.

***Fraser:*** *Well, I hope Erin and Marcus are okay out there…*

***Jacob:*** *Oh, believe me… so do I.*

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

After battling against the remaining zombies in Al Fresca Plaza, the survivors step into the Entrance Plaza, where only a few zombies are left. Teddy swings a machete into one, then another, and then a final one. Completely exhausted, Teddy walks further into the plaza, examining the damage.

***Teddy:*** *Well, shit…*

***Jim:*** *My, oh my… Well - at least the fences… can sort this.* ***(He sighs)*** *This is terrible.*

***Kate:*** *The men who did this… they don’t deserve our help anymore. They brought this on themselves.*

Dean inhales deeply, taking in some of the dirt, dust-filled air. He gags, coughing loudly.

***Felix:*** *We’re not in a position to fight a war. We need to be rational here.*

***Kate:*** *You’re rational again? That’s impressive.*

***Felix:*** *I’m off the bottle. I said that. If I’m to - lead this place, I need to do it.*

***Robert:*** *Let’s just-- not associate with them anymore--*

***Felix:*** *Robert. We’ll need those fences of yours.*

***Robert:*** *Oh, yeah-- sure.*

***Felix:*** *It’ll take you a few hours to put them up. I’m sure the others can help.*

***Owen:*** *We should just find a new place to call home. No way we’re fixing this. Easy access for those - things.*

***Dean:*** *No-- no kidding* ***(He coughs)***.

***Quincy:*** ***(Looking at the damage)*** *Well, ain’t this place taken a damn beating already? Holy hell. Seems like this alliance must be testing all of your patience.*

***Monica:*** *Mmm… I can only imagine.*

Albert and Austin come strolling in from the Paradise Plaza.

***Albert:*** *Jesus…*

As Albert walks through the rubble, Austin drops his duffel bag and unzips it. He takes out a bottle of whiskey - the same nearly empty one.

***Austin:*** *Whiskey anyone?*

Dean swings his head around, and dashes over.

***Dean:*** *Yes - yes, yes--*

He snatches the bottle from Austin’s hands, chugging the drink.

***Monica:*** *Oh, Buddy… you disappoint me.*

***Austin:*** *Woah, man… that was mine…*

After chugging practically all that was left. But he holds up the bottle, pointing to a few ounces left at the bottom.

***Dean:*** *There-- there’s some left. See?*

***Quincy:*** *Buddy. You need another wake up call?*

***Dean:*** *No-- no, sir. I’m as cheery as a-- a… a kid on Christmas.*

***Quincy:*** *I’m messin’ with ya’. I hope to god you guys get going on repairing this entrance. It’s a damn mess.*

***Monica:*** *Anyone could just stroll in here now.*

Robert walks over to the blown open wall.

***Robert:*** *I’ll, uh… I’ll get a start. I need to clear the rubble first.*

***Owen:*** *I don’t think you can fix this* ***(He shakes his head)***. *Need a builder. There aren’t any carpenters or-- experienced people around from what I see.*

***Robert:*** *Quit being -- a pessimist* ***(He coughs)***.

***Owen:*** *I’m not being nothing. I’m stating facts. No way we can do this without experience. Take a look around.*

***Robert:*** *You’re being -- pessimistic. We’re-- go--*

Robert stops, grabbing his chest and coughing loudly. He wheezes, taking out his handkerchief to cough into it.

***Owen:*** *You gotta do something about that cough.*

***Robert:*** *Nothing I can do…*

Robert begins picking up bricks, and throwing them to the side.

***Robert:*** *What are the chances of -- getting a hand here?*

***Dean:*** *A hand - you need a hand?* ***(He laughs)*** *Ask one of the dead friends-- yeah…*

Dean slides down against a wall, taking a seat.

***Dean:*** *Say - do you mind handing me a pillow?*

He rubs his eyes, while laughing simultaneously.

***Robert:*** *Mind - drinking yourself to unconsciousness, sarcastic asshole? Th--* ***(He breaks into another long cough)***

***Dean:*** *Hey, hey, hey - I’m not an ass! I’m a-- I’m a donkey!*

As Robert continues coughing, and Dean continues laughing, Owen strolls over, grabbing the drunkard by the collar. He lifts him to his feet.

***Owen:*** *You best keep that mouth shut, boy.*

***Dean:*** *WAH--? STOP! HELP!*

Owen slaps him.

***Dean:*** *Okay-- okay, okay. I’m sorry.*

***Owen:*** *Best be.*

He lets go of Dean, and turns around, scoffing and shaking his head.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - SECOND FLOOR**

DAMERAE BADRICK leans against the balcony railing, taking a puff from his cigar. It’s early in the morning, long before the sun has even risen. The door behind him is heard squeaking open, and a pair of footsteps walk up to Badrick. A cold breeze hits MICHAEL HALL, as he opens his mouth to speak.

***Michael:*** *What will you have me do?*

***Badrick:*** *Patience, my friend. Edward will have recently arrived at the factory to begin producing ammunition. And - it would appear the bad blood between both of you should be resolved… if he had a role in murdering both your sons, of course. But remember: you are to keep that in the past, Hall.*

***Michael:*** *I know. I’m aware that the little cripple has some value.*

***Badrick:*** *He has a soft spot for the girl.*

Badrick takes another puff from his cigar, turning around to face Michael.

***Badrick:*** *You are to take some men and visit dear Edward’s outpost. Settle the feud between you both. You are my lieutenant now. I found both in the same way. Beaten, bruised - and alone. You took your time to come around and join in-- but in the end, you did.*

***Michael:*** *I have nothing more to live for. My boys are dead.*

***Badrick:*** *And you mustn’t let that blind you. Edward is not to blame. The past is the past. Understood?*

***Michael:*** *Understood. What of the train?*

***Badrick:*** *When you left my mansion, did you tell them to load up?*

***Michael:*** *I did.*

***Badrick:*** *Then it will be due today. The train will be coming, and it is vital we receive it. All of the supplies from my mansion - and the rest of my men are on it. It is vital in taking the town. Once you have met with Edward, I want you to go to the train station. Await for its arrival and for the men to get the supplies back here.*

Michael nods.

***Badrick:*** *I shall see you upon your return.*

Michael turns, walking back inside.

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**Scene #7**

**FACTORY**

At the factory, EDWARD REMAR is standing up on a catwalk, now fitted with a leg brace, overseeing the production of ammunition. Below, men are hard at work. Edward looks down at Sarah’s friendship bracelet for a moment, frowning. Somewhere else, a door is heard opening and closing loudly, followed by the sounds of boots stomping up a set of stairs. Edward narrows his eyes, and looks around, where he sees MICHAEL HALL arriving up on the catwalk. He slowly walks over to him.

***Edward:*** *Y-- you? What are you doing here?*

***Michael:*** *I work alongside you now - as a lieutenant. Damerae wants any potential problems between us weeded out early. Let me be clear - we will never be friends. But we can work together.*

***Edward:*** *Mm, especially considering you and your psychotic sons were sniping my friends.*

***Michael:*** *Don’t you dare speak of my sons like that.*

***Edward:*** *If only you were there when I fed the second one to a hungry group of the dead in the food court* ***(He chuckles)***. *Oh - this is quite the most joyful day I’ve had in a few weeks.*

***Michael: (Gritting his teeth)*** *Speaking of that mall… Damerae wants them dead. Surely your loyalties lie in the right place.*

Edward stares at him for a moment.

***Edward:*** *They do. Damerae trusts me enough to run an outpost.*

***Michael:*** *Or is it perhaps that he wants you away from the mall? Who knows. I am sure you’ll do as much as you can here. I see you’re not so much of a cripple as you were. Though I’m sure if you were stripped of that leg brace, walking would be - a chore. Or a dream?*

***Edward: (He gnashes his teeth)*** *How long do you plan to hang around here for? Your son was hanging from the roof for - quite a while. I hope you don’t plan to keep up with tradition* ***(He grins)***.

Michaels grasps Edward’s collar, lifting him slightly.

***Edward:*** *Don’t try anything.*

Michael glances up, seeing an armed Rasta approaching. He reluctantly lets go of Edward.

***Edward:*** *I’m sure Badrick does not want to see his lieutenants fighting. No bad blood at the end of the day, right? We can both just- laugh it off! Ha, ha, ha! As he wants - we can look back on what happened to your sons and smile.*

***Michael:*** *We can look back on your friend, and his delight in opening that candy bar--before he brains were all over the floor--and smile.*

***Edward:*** *This is going to be tricky, isn’t it?*

***Michael:*** *We’ll make do. Though - I am off. I’d rather not spend time with the disabled. I have a job to do. The train is coming in from Badrick’s mansion. I’m going to wait for it.*

***Edward:*** *What a fun duty to have.*

***Michael:*** *It’s an important one. That’s why the able-bodies one is going to ensure it gets done.*

Michael stares Edward down a second, before turning and heading back down the stairs.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

A few hours of clearing and rebuilding later, the front entrance of the mall is now covered with fences and a gate, and the rubble cleared away. ROBERT MORGAN takes a step back, looking on at his work - until he breaks into another nasty wheeze. OWEN GLIEFIELD looks over at him concerningly.

***Owen:*** *Guess you proved me wrong. What’s up with the wheezing - you experiencing any pain? Maybe - pneumonia? Or-- have you coughed up any fluids? Blood?*

***Robert:*** *Blood. No temperatures, so it’s not pneumonia.*

***Owen:*** *Blood… possibly… tuberculosis* ***(He frowns)***. *You need to stick to a warmer area--don’t do any of - this anymore. This work. Gotta take it slow, and easy.*

***Robert:*** *I’ve been doing this for three weeks now.*

***Owen:*** *That isn’t good--not at all.*

***Robert:*** *I’m-- I’m dead already.*

***Owen:*** *No, no. You can still help yourself. You just need to take it easy, alright? No more work. None.*

***Robert:*** *I’d rather help you guys instead.*

***Owen:*** *Help yourself to death?* ***(He shakes his head)*** *You can help us when you’re healthy. Keep yourself safe.*

***Robert:*** *I won’t get healthy. It’s-- too far gone.*

***Owen:*** *You can try to… to…*

Owen sighs, shaking his head. He approaches Robert, patting him on the shoulder.

***Owen:*** *You’ve done enough for us, you know. Take it easy for your-- last days.*

***Robert:*** *I’ve had it for - five weeks, actually. Apocalypse-wise, three.*

***Owen:*** *You’re a good man.*

Owen nods, going to take a seat nearby.

Soon after, RANDALL FORSTER, TEDDY POWELL and JIM BUTTERMAN come walking in to look at everything.

***Randall:*** *Well - this is looking fucking good.*

***Teddy:*** *It is. It’s-- it’s a proper defense. Just like I’d discussed at the meeting. It’ll help us in the long run.*

***Jim:*** *Indeed it will!*

***Robert:*** *It’s - just getting started.*

***Jim:*** *Robert, you’ve performed a miracle, even if it’s still early on. Give yourself a pat on the back. This - I can see it working.*

***Robert:*** *I don’t think-- I can reach that far.*

He tries to pat himself on the back, but quickly stops.

***Robert:*** *I’ll - stop being a dumbass and finish.*

Robert goes back to working on repairs, beginning to hammer in wooden planks. Seeing him, Owen gets up and approaches.

***Owen:*** *Hey - there is no need to work any further. I’ll do the rest.*

***Robert:*** *There is-- it needs to be finished.*

Owen frowns, nodding slightly.

***Owen:*** *Just don’t push yourself.*

He steps back, allowing Robert to get back to work.

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - EARLY MORNING**

MARCUS DOWNES stands up after examining a fresh set of tire tracks. He sighs deeply, walking through the streets behind ERIN MONROE.

***Marcus:*** *So - this goose chase we’re on?*

***Erin:*** *Like I said - it’s just-- a convoy that large? Their farms being burned? It’s… it can’t be going far. They’ll be looking for a new place. And with us following the trail, we’ll find it before these tracks are gone.*

***Marcus:*** *Even if they do go - I’ll have it handled.*

He looks over his shoulder in the general direction of the mall, and then back.

***Marcus:*** *You still concerned? Over the smoke we saw?*

***Erin:*** *Of course I am. Something bad had to have happened. I’m worried sick. And I imagine Jacob will be worried sick about me. I feel terrible just being out here.*

***Marcus:*** *You’ll be fine. It’s just a scouting mission, right?*

***Erin:*** *Yeah - and I’m hoping I’ll get a chance to see Edward.*

***Marcus:*** *Edward?*

***Erin:*** *He’s a friend-- seems to be roped up in all this Rasta stuff. I think he can help us with this entire situation. I hope…*

***Marcus:*** *It would save a lot of lives.*

***Erin:*** *I think we’re past the chance of saving lives.*

***Marcus:*** *Just… anything we can do, then.*

Footsteps are suddenly heard closeby. Marcus instantly draws his revolver, crouching down. He and Erin get behind a car.

***Marcus: (Whispering)*** *Movement from the alley* ***(He points)''***.
***Erin:*** *What do you think it is? Survivors or dead ones?*

***Marcus:*** *Survivors for sure. Movement is consistent.*

Marcus peers through the windows of the car, where he sees two men stepping out of the alley.

***Curtis:*** *We’ve been left in the damn shitter, Jon! You saw the smoke rising from the mall. We both saw what crazy bullshit Benjamin is getting himself into. And we both agreed to be done with it.*

***Jon:*** *We still tell Wright. It’s the least we can damn do. This Benjamin has been twisted. And if he’s going around breaking our alliances - we’re all in danger. Fuck knows if he killed anyone during his little act assault there.*

***Curtis:*** *And that’s exactly the problem! He’s off the rails - even if he did go to fire at just a few damn plazas. He’s not one I trust. Not anymore. The man has a sob story - we all do. But he’s not an exception from the rest of us.*

Marcus gets up from behind the car, hands raised. Erin quickly follows suit.

***Marcus:*** *Hey, hey--*

***Erin:*** *We’re from the mall.*

***Jon:*** *And what do you want? We aren’t from the mall.*

***Erin:*** *Allies, right?*

***Curtis:*** *Yeah. So what happened back there?*

***Erin:*** *I… I don’t know. We left.*

***Jon:*** *What for?*

***Marcus:*** *We’re tracking a Rasta convoy. We think they are setting up a new outpost.*

***Jon:*** *Sounds like a treat. That would be something to update Wright on. Allow me to join you.*

***Curtis: (To Jon)*** *Are you serious? We’re already caught up in all this shit as it is -- but… ah, what the hell.*

***Jon:*** *Just ‘cause Mr. Taylor has made some shitty decisions, doesn't mean the mall has. Come on. You guys wanna know what happened there, then? We were only here with Mr. Taylor and his little fucking private militia as he announced it.*

The four of them start walking down the street.

***Erin:*** *And what did he go to do?*

***Curtis:*** *The man found out that his daughter--cancer patient--is being held by the Rastas. And he was tasked with--I guess, killing all of you for burning down the Rastas farm. If he did so--I guess he was gonna get his daughter back, or whatever.*

***Marcus:*** *And did he?*

***Jon:*** *We don’t know. You see - he didn’t want to break his alliance with you people, and us. And so he came to your mall asking for damn permission to stage some attack where he blows up a chunk of it.*

***Marcus:*** *And obviously- we said no, I imagine.*

***Curtis:*** *Uh-huh. And that led to him doing it anyway. And fuck knows the end result. We refused to join him.*

***Erin:*** *Well - thank you.*

***Curtis:*** *We didn’t do anything. We just stood by. That's-- not a good thing or a bad thing.*

***Jon:*** *It’s in the middle. In that - grey area. And unfortunately, that’s where we’ll always be.*

Marcus suddenly holds out his arm, motioning everyone to get down.

***Marcus:*** *Here.*

He points around a corner where a convoy of green vehicles are parked outside a factory. The four of them get low, looking on at it.

***Marcus:*** *This is where they are. Yeah… here.*

***Erin:*** *I hate to imagine what kind of terror they’re producing in there.*

***Jon:*** *Best we take a peek, then - find out what, huh? How are we gonna approach this?*

***Marcus:*** *Woah, woah. We- we only came to scout this place out.*

***Erin:*** *Well… we… we might as well.*

***Marcus:*** *Erin - no. No. This is getting too risky.*

***Erin:*** *We didn’t expect the extra help. And now we have it. It’s as good a time as any.*

Marcus sighs, before he looks over at CURTIS VAN HORN and JON MATTHEWS. Jon nods.

***Jon:*** *Come on.*

***Curtis:*** *We've got it covered.*

They slowly head around the corner, approaching the factory.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

After a while, JACOB FELDMAN comes into the Entrance Plaza, sitting down the stairs, sighing. He looks over at ROBERT MORGAN, who’s still hard at work with repairs.

***Jacob:*** *I’m worried ‘bout her.*

***Robert:*** *Erin?*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah - she’s-- she’s out. Somewhere.*

***Robert: (Frowning)*** *Hey, she’ll--she’ll be fine. She’s strong.*

DEAN HOWARDS overhears them, and starts mumbling.

***Dean:*** *Worried about- a woman? Ah… I’ve… I worried about a woman once. All they do is-- suck dick and leave. Leave while you cannnnnnn! Be free like a birdy!*

***Jacob: (Glaring at him)*** *She’s pregnant with my kid.*

***Dean:*** *W… Pregnant? Oh, that makes matters worse.*

Dean laughs, as Jacob simply looks down, shaking his head. OWEN GLIEFIELD approaches Dean.

***Owen:*** *Stop.*

***Dean:*** *What? I just-- huh?*

***Monica:*** ***(To Owen)*** *Mm… so you keep the leash on our rogue Buddy, huh? Continuing on from earlier… What's your problem with us? Do tell. I’m all ears.*

***Quincy:*** *And you be careful with your words, old man.*

***Owen:*** *You people are filth.*

***Quincy:*** *Thing is, old man, you don’t know us. Not a damn thing about us.*

***Owen:*** *I don’t know you-- but I know what you did.*

***Quincy:*** *The things we’ve done to help you people in this fight against the Rastas? Oh - and you know the Rastas?*

***Owen:*** *You’re still criminals. Nothing changes criminals. You run off the second you get.*

***Monica:*** *The Rastas are men who would tear you apart… eat your entrails. Without people like us - people like you would be nothing. You’d be left to be picked apart.*

***Quincy:*** *You heard her. We’re doing our part against those fuckers. We’re not* ***them***.

***Owen:*** *We’ll see.*

***Quincy:*** *Oh, we will.*

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**Scene #11**

**FACTORY - OUTSIDE ENTRANCE - EARLY MORNING**

MARCUS DOWNES looks around the factory warily.

***Marcus:*** *How many guards on the outside?*

***Curtis:*** *Seems they’ve got quite a few. Question is - what do we actually want to achieve here?*

ERIN MONROE suddenly points up at a window, seeing a familiar face: EDWARD REMAR.

***Erin: (Whisper yelling)*** *That-- him!*

***Jon:*** *You want him dead?*

***Erin:*** *No, no-- God no. Not at all. I want to speak to him.*

***Curtis:*** *A friend then, huh?*

***Erin: (She nods)*** *I think he can help us.*

***Marcus:*** *How exactly are we gonna get to him?*

***Erin:*** *I’m -- going to try something. Just-- hey, guys. Sorry - I don’t know your names.*

***Jon:*** *Jon.*

***Curtis:*** *Curtis.*

***Erin:*** *I’m Erin. And this is Marcus. Could you both take out the two front guards?*

***Jon:*** *With pleasure. Curtis - you got the left.*

***Curtis:*** *Sure.*

JON MATTHEWS and CURTIS VAN HORN head out to the left and to the right, stealthily moving up towards the front entrance, using the darkness to keep them hidden. When they get up to the front, Jon looks at Curtis and silently counts to three, before both of them jump out and take down the guards with knives.

Erin and Marcus move up, with the two guards now dealt with.

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

She picks up a small stone and aims it at the window above them.

***Erin:*** *I hope to god this works…*

She lets it go, and it hits the window. Nothing.

***Jon:*** *You can’t be serious…*

***Erin:*** *Oh, come on - he’s a friend, trust me.*

She picks up a second stone and throws it at the same window. This time, the window opens, and Edward sticks his head out, looking down.

***Edward:*** *What in the hell…*

Edward closes the window, and heads down the stairs, passing by workers, before heading out one of the side doors. Immediately, he sees the two dead guards laying beside the door. Stepping over them, he approaches Erin and the others.

***Edward:*** *What are you doing here?*

***Erin:*** *Edward! Come on - we’ve gotta talk. These are my friends-- Marcus, Curtis and Jon.*

She grabs Edward’s arm, and starts taking him across the street--for about a second before Edward stops her.

***Edward:*** *Unhand me! What is the meaning of all this? What are you doing here?*

***Erin:*** *I knew you were in line with these men - I saw you outside the electrical store just a few days ago. I wanted to talk to you. Are you okay?*

***Edward:*** *I’m fine. How are all of you in the mall?*

***Erin:*** *Times are tougher now - with the Rastas moving into town. I… Things have been getting confusing.*

***Edward:*** *How?*

Curtis steps forward between the two. He stares down Edward.

***Curtis:*** *Before this continues… What side are you on?*

***Edward:*** *I’m on my own side.*

***Curtis:*** *Helpful…*

Curtis steps back.

***Edward: (To Erin)*** *How?*

***Erin:*** *You know - Mr. Taylor-- businessman?*

***Edward:*** *Yes… I know. Badrick has his daughter.*

***Erin:*** *Yes, and-- Benjamin is becoming desperate.*

***Edward:*** *Please-- I’d want nothing more than to see them reunited. She’s an innocent girl.*

He looks down to the bracelet on his wrist.

***Marcus:*** *She gave you that?*

***Edward:*** *She did.*

***Erin:*** *So-- you’ve earned her trust? She--*

***Edward:*** *I promised here I’d reunite her with her father. It’s just… shaping up to be difficult.*

***Jon:*** *I don’t see how it’s so difficult for you. You just free her and take off.*

***Edward:*** *And then what? Die on my way out?*

***Jon:*** *I guess so.*

***Edward:*** *No. I’m thinking - of something.*

***Erin:*** *Just - do what you can to help us. If… No matter how it goes, we’d be on your side. We’d be there for you. But - our alliance with Taylor is at risk. And if the Rastas are able to keep using him…*

***Marcus:*** *…Then we’re all gonna be dead by the end of the week.*

***Edward:*** *I’m doing my best.*

***Erin:*** *Take some action - please. Do what you can to help us. Anything.*

***Edward:*** *I’ll… break the girl out* ***(He nods)***. *I’ll do it as soon as I can. Bring her to her father. I will.*

***Erin:*** *Edward - thank you. And then we can all unite up against the Rastas.*

Edward nods slowly, looking over his shoulder, before looking back at her.

***Edward:*** *A train.*

***Jon:*** *A train?*

***Edward:*** *There’s a train coming into town from Badrick’s mansion. All of his supplies and remaining men are aboard it. It’s vital… very important for his conquest of the town. He needs it. You… you could counter it.*

***Curtis:*** *Well, that just sounds real fucking nice. When’s it due to come in and where can we cut it off?*

Edward shoves a hand into his back pocket, fumbling to get out a crumpled up map and pencil. He lays it against the factory wall, beginning to draw exactly where the train

***Edward:*** *It’s due to arrive tonight. But - if you can hatch something up, you could cut it off.*

***Erin:*** *Edward… Thank you.*

***Edward:*** *I’ve seen enough of Mr. Badrick to see the kind of man that he is. My side is chosen* ***(He nods)***.

***Marcus:*** *That’s admirable, Edward. You’re a good guy.*

***Edward:*** *No. At the end of the day - all of this benefits me still. Now off you go. Good luck. I’ll do my best with young Taylor.*

***Erin:*** *Be careful… Thank you.*

Edward swiftly hands his map to Curtis and heads back inside, while the other four return across the street to safety.

***Marcus:*** *He’s given us a lead.*

***Curtis:*** *Alright - here’s what we’re doing with that--* ***(He holds up Edward’s map)*** *Jon and I will take this back to Wright. You guys return to your people and gather a few of them. Come to our warehouse - we’ll hit the train. Wright will come up with a plan. That’s what he does.*

***Erin: (She nods)*** *Come on, Marcus.*

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

Back at the mall, ROBERT MORGAN is finally finishing up with his repairs, having now powered up his electrical fences with batteries. He takes a step back, proud of his work.

***Robert:*** *Now - nobody touch it. Unless you want to get served as-- as KFC.*

***Dean:*** *KFC? Don’t you mean-- Kentucky Fried Chicken? Say it right!* ***(He laughs)*** *I like KFC…*

***Robert:*** *I’m really hoping you don’t drunkenly stumble into it at this point* ***(He wheezes and coughs)***.

***Jacob: (To Robert)*** *He’s quite a fucking chore, isn’t he?*

***Dean:*** *A chore? Robert did a chore! Not me-- I’m not guilty! I-I-I swear!*

DEAN HOWARDS hiccups, and stumbles around a bit. As he does, he doesn’t see JACOB FELDMAN speed walking over to him. He only realizes when Jacob grabs Dean by the collar.

***Dean:*** *HANDS OFF-- HANDS OFF!*

***Jacob:*** *Do me a fucking favour--do ALL OF US a favour! We took you in--*

Dean swats at his hands in a panic.

***Jacob:*** *NO! Shut the fuck up for a damn second!* ***(He shakes him)*** *My fucking god! For once - just shut the fuck up!*

Dean grows quiet, stopping his hand swatting. He frowns.

***Jacob:*** *You do us a damn favour--for all we’ve done for YOU! We take you in - into OUR fucking group! If we hadn’t, you’d be fucking flesh and bone by now!*

Dean tears up, sobbing.

***Dean:*** *You-- you sound just like her. You- you sound like Wendy.*

***Jacob:*** *We keep you off the damn bottle - for at every moment you push us! You test us!*

Dean, still sobbing, pushes him away, and staggers away, off towards a different plaza.

***Jacob:*** ***(Yelling at him from afar)*** *Worthless piece of shit! For all we try to do? You just mock-- ask for drinks. It’s pathetic. We’re trying to deal with shit, you know!*

When Dean is no longer in sight, Jacob storms off up the stairs.

***Jim:*** *Oh my… oh - this is certainly never going to be a normal group, is it?*

***Robert:*** *No…*

***Teddy:*** *Sorry to tell you, Jim - but probably not.*

***Owen:*** *You could say that a million times--twenty years in the future if I made it that long-- probably gonna get the same reaction.*

***Kate:*** *Problem after problem…*

OWEN GLIEFIELD narrows his eyes for a second, as he hears a groaning coming from somewhere. He looks over, far down the plaza, where he sees a zombie stumbling over.

***Owen:*** *Huh?*

RANDALL FORSTER stands up, walking over. He recognizes the zombie as MICKEY FAHEY.

***Randall:*** *Oh shit-- this… Me and Clayton, we, uh… We locked this man in the basement. Guess… we forgot about him. Eh--*

Randall approaches Mickey.

***Randall:*** *I’ll, uh…*

***Owen:*** *Put it down.*

He takes out his knife, and puts Mickey down.

***Owen:*** *You locked him up? Why? If you--don’t mind me inquiring.*

***Randall:*** *Well, uh, he was a bit of a dickhead.*

***Owen:*** *Ahh… makes sense.*

CLAYTON FREEMAN approaches Mickey’s corpse. He stomps on its head, smushing it.

***Randall:*** *Clayton - you want the honours of burning the body?*

***Clayton:*** *Yeah.*

***Randall:*** *All yours.*

Clayton grabs the arms of Mickey’s corpse, taking it over to the front entrance. Robert opens it for him, and Clayton heads outside. He drags it some distance into the parking lot, before letting it go. After retrieving a gas can and pouring some on, Clayton takes out a lighter, and drops it on the corpse of Mickey. It quickly goes up in flames.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

A couple of hours later into the morning, close to noon, AUSTIN KINGSTON comes stumbling into the plaza, completely shitfaced.

***Austin:*** *Yo, yo, yo-- what’s poppin’, party people?*

JIM BUTTERMAN looks over at him with concern.

***Jim:*** *Mm… maybe it’s best you get some rest.*

***Kate:*** *I agree.*

***Austin:*** *You can’t-- tell me what to do!*

FELIX QUARTERMAN leans over the railing above them, looking down.

***Felix:*** *Austin!*

But before Austin can respond, he falls over, snoring. Felix sighs.

***Felix:*** *Kate - could you take him to the security room--lay him down somewhere proper.*

***Kate:*** *Sure thing.*

KATE BLOODSTONE hoists Austin up, struggling.

***Kate:*** *Oh, my-- this one has a beer belly.*

She sighs, slowly walking off. As Felix comes down the stairs, ERIN MONROE and MARCUS DOWNES are seen running up to the entrance. ROBERT MORGAN opens up the gate for them.

***Marcus:*** *You guys-- we got news. And-- stuff to do.*

WILLIAM REYNES approaches them, looking interested.

***William:*** *News?*

***Erin:*** *Yeah.*

Unbeknownst to everyone, DEAN HOWARDS quietly enters the plaza, and sits down closeby to where he can hear the conversation.

***Randall:*** *Where the hell did both of you go?*

***Erin:*** *We-- we saw a Rasta convoy - and followed it to a new outpost. We were with Jon and Curtis. We heard all about what happened here. Edward - he runs that outpost with the Rastas now - like me and Dean first saw. And-- he’s agreed to take our side. He’s going to free Benjamin’s daughter when he can. And he’s given us a tip about a Rasta train coming into town.*

***Marcus:*** *And, uh-- Jon and Curtis want us to hit the train-- go meet Wright in their warehouse.*

***Albert:*** *What? Why? What’s on the train?*

***Marcus:*** *Supplies, and a large chunk of his men. Stuff that’s critical for him if he wants to take the town.*

***Albert:*** *We hittin’ it now?*

Before a reply can come, JACOB FELDMAN comes sprinting down the stairs, seeing Erin. He runs over, hugging her.

***Jacob:*** *Where have you been? What happened?*

***Erin:*** *It’s fine, it’s fine. Trust me, we’ll catch you up on the way.*

***Jacob:*** *What’s going on?*

***Erin:*** *We just need a few volunteers for the heist.*

***Felix:*** *And enough left here to defend…*

***William:*** *I’ll come.*

***Quincy:*** *I’m in for a heist - if it’s with my own group, too. Me and Monica are in.*

***Monica:*** *Hell yeah we are.*

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

***Teddy:*** *I’m in.*

Kate comes walking back in, and is quickly caught up on what’s going on.

***Clayton:*** *I can go on the heist too.*

***William:*** *Sure you don’t want to stay?*

***Randall:*** *I’ve got defense covered.*

***Kate:*** *I can defend too. Clayton can go.*

***Clayton:*** *That Aldus feller can defend with his sniper, too.*

***Felix:*** *If all of you begin to see things going wrong… you return here. Is that clear? Leave the train if needed.*

People nod all around the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Felix spots Dean slowly walking over to the group.

***Dean:*** ***(Sternly)*** *I wanna-- I wanna do something for once.*

***Felix:*** *Then here’s your chance.*

***Dean: (Nodding)*** *I- I’ll go.*

***Jacob: (To Dean)*** *You listen out there.*

***Dean:*** *I’ll try.*

***William:*** *You* ***will***.

***Quincy:*** *Alright, then! Load up into the trucks, folks. We’ll get down to the warehouse.*

***Marcus:*** *Good luck out there.*

A group consisting of Erin, Jacob, William, QUINCY ATHERTON, MONICA REYNOLDS, ALBERT HANSON, TEDDY POWELL, CLAYTON FREEMAN and Dean begin heading outside. RANDALL FORSTER looks at them all leaving--and can’t help himself. He grabs his shotgun.

***Randall:*** *Fuck it! I’m coming with. I’ve sat around long enough.*

Randall hurries outside.

***Jim:*** *Teddy-- all of you. Be careful out there. I… I don’t want our family to be cut down. That’s what we are, eh?*

***Kate:*** *We are.*

Albert, the last one out, waves to them.

***Albert:*** *Adios.*

**Scene #13 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - NOON**

Outside, people load up into two trucks. Randall takes a seat next to Clayton.

***Randall:*** *Feels weird - like we’re bandits. Partners in crime this time* ***(He smiles)***.

***Clayton:*** *Yep.*

The trucks drive off.

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**Scene #14**

**WAREHOUSE**

Sometime shortly after noon, the two trucks pull up to the warehouse, and everyone quickly heads inside. As they’re walking in, CLAYTON FREEMAN hands his police badge to Randall.

***Clayton: (Jokingly)*** *Make sure you don’t lose my badge.*

***Randall:*** *Ey, I’ve got it. Lost my own, though. So…*

Indoors, WILBUR WRIGHT looks up to see them. Next to him is a man with his back turned, looking down at Edward’s map.

***Wilbur:*** *Ah, so you’ve finally arrived.*

***Monica:*** *We’re home! You missed us?*

***Curtis:*** *Not at all. I’ve enjoyed the peace. Been running around on missions with Mr. Taylor.*

***Jon:*** *Yeah.*

***Jacob:*** *So, uh… what’s the plan here?*

***Wilbur:*** *I have it. Gather ‘round, folks. Luckily for all of you - I have an ally with me. He was in town and he stopped by. He’s a good friend. He’s providing us very fortunately with vehicles we can use - to jump onto the train while it’s moving. And by we, I mean you.*

Wilbur places his hand on the shoulder of the man next to him. DEREK MONROE looks away from the map and turns around.

***Derek:*** *Afternoon, everyone. I’m Derek.*

***William:*** *Howdy.*

ERIN MONROE freezes, looking on at Derek in shock.

***Erin:*** *F-- Father…*

***Derek:*** *Erin… you… you’re here. I-- believe it or not, I-I came looking for you.*

Derek approaches her, but she quickly takes steps backwards, bumping into people.

***Erin:*** *Wh… Why? Stay away.*

***Derek:*** *Erin - don’t do this. Not here.*

***Jacob:*** ***(Looking at Erin, confused)*** *Erin? Your father… What’s up?*

***Erin:*** *I… I’m sorry. I-I didn’t think we’d need to have this discuss--*

Erin shakes her head, turning and speed walking out of the warehouse.

***Jacob:*** *I’ll… Don’t wait for us!*

JACOB FELDMAN runs after her.

***Wilbur:*** *Let them go. We have a heist to do. Mr. Monroe, your vehicles are parked outside?*

***Derek:*** *They are. And - sorry to cut this short, but I really should go after my daughter. It has… been a long time.*

***Quincy:*** *Some kind of long lost dad, huh?*

***Derek:*** *Not quite…*

Derek heads out the door.

***Wilbur:*** *Are you all ready to hit this train? Good. I want you all - two by two in vehicles. Be ready to jump on from the back. While you’re out there- Curtis is in charge.*

***Curtis: (Giving a wave)*** *Howdy, fellas.*

***William:*** *What vehicles?*

***Wilbur:*** *A few expendable cars out back.*

***Clayton:*** *It’s like Red Dead all over again.*

***William: (He smiles)*** *I always wanted to be a cowboy.*

***Teddy:*** *Let’s get moving, then.*

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

***Wilbur:*** *Good luck to you all. Van Horn - take it from here.*

***Curtis:*** *Alright.*

CURTIS VAN HORN walks past everyone, waving them along to follow him. They head outside and around to the back of the building, where several vehicles are.

***Curtis:*** *Get into cars.*

***William:*** *Teddy, ride with me.*

***Teddy: (Nodding)*** *Who’s driving?*

***William:*** *I’ll drive.*

TEDDY POWELL and WILLIAM REYNES get into a car. Meanwhile, RANDALL FORSTER approaches a vehicle.

***Randall:*** *Clayton. This one.*

The two cops get into their car.

***Albert:*** *Who shall I ride with?*

***Jon:*** *Me. Come on, I’m driving.*

ALBERT HANSON and JON MATTHEWS hop into a car, while MONICA REYNOLDS gets into another.

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

***Quincy:*** *Right here* ***(He gets in)***.

Lastly, DEAN HOWARDS gets into a vehicle with Curtis.

***Randall:*** *Ready to catch some fuckin’ criminals! Or, uh-- raid a train!*

***Clayton:*** *Raid it is!*

Curtis rolls down his window to address everyone.

***Curtis:*** *Listen up, folks. You’re all tailing on me. We’re gonna head to the outskirts of town--no need to go fast, the train isn’t expected for a few hours yet. We wait by the area we need to be - and then when the trains comes, jump onto the back, ditch the cars.*

***William:*** *Easy, okay.*

***Quincy:*** *Mhmm.*

***Clayton:*** *Sounds easy.*

Curtis nods, pulling off from the warehouse, with the other four cars following behind him.

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE OUTSKIRTS - FIELD - LATE EVENING**

For most of the afternoon and evening, the survivors get a much needed few hours of sleep. But by late evening, everyone is awake, and ready to go.

In his car, CURTIS VAN HORN looks out his window, where he sees a light coming down the train tracks. He knows what it is. Curtis yells out his window.

***Curtis:*** *Here she comes!*

The train comes speeding by.

***Curtis:*** *Catch it, and jump on!*

The five vehicles speed after the train through the open field. RANDALL FORSTER and CLAYTON FREEMAN are the first two to come alongside a flatbed train car. Randall gets the car as close to it as he can.

***Randall:*** *Clayton! Jump on! I’ll come after - and lay low when you get on!*

Clayton opens the car door while they’re moving, stands up, and makes a leap, landing on the train car. Randall steadies the car, and then jumps off, landing with Clayton.

WILLIAM REYNES and TEDDY POWELL jump next, followed by ALBERT HANSON, and then JON MATTHEWS. QUINCY ATHERTON and MONICA REYNOLDS drive up next to the train.

***Quincy:*** *Aight, baby. You’re up.*

***Monica:*** *With pleasure.*

Monica climbs out of the window, prepares herself, and then jumps, landing safely. Quincy does the same thing, their car quickly swerving off and crashing when Quincy jumps out.

Curtis and DEAN HOWARDS are the last two who haven’t jumped.

***Dean:*** *THIS ISN’T SAFE!*

***Curtis:*** *Just jump! We’re side by side!*

***Dean:*** *BUT--*

***Curtis:*** *Jump from the car to the train! Now!*

Dean growls out, as he prepares himself to make the jump.

***Curtis:*** *Hurry up!*

He hurls himself forward, rolling onto the train, nearly falling off. Curtis makes the jump with ease after him. Everyone had gotten on safely.

***Curtis:*** *Alright, we’ve only got pistols so let’s make do.*

***Quincy:*** *Prepare for some company, folks.*

Quincy and the others draw their pistols, finding cover and getting ready for an inevitable attack. And then the attack comes, as Rastas charge out, opening fire on them.

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - SECOND FLOOR**

While smoking on his balcony, DAMERAE BADRICK’s radio suddenly buzzes to life, as a man screams through on the other side.

***Rasta:*** *ATTACKERS ON THE TRAIN!*

***Badrick: (Calmly)*** *Hold tight. I shall send for help.*

Badrick grins, as he changes the frequency on his radio.

**Scene #16 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE TRAIN STATION - LATE EVENING**

MICHAEL HALL holds up his radio, listening to Badrick speak through to him.

***Badrick:*** *Michael. You’re up. Head for that train with your squad. It is being hijacked. I want them all dead.*

***Michael:*** *Got it.*

Badrick cuts off, as Michael turns to a group of Rastas waiting outside.

***Michael:*** *Let’s arm up and cut off that damn train!*

Instantly, Rastas all around begin gathering weapons and ammo, and climb into trucks.

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**Scene #17**

**TRAIN - LATE EVENING**

***Dean:*** *ANYONE GOT A WEAPON? I’M EMPTY HANDED HERE!*

***Randall:*** *Why the fuck didn’t you bring one?!*

A bullet rips through the crate DEAN HOWARDS is hiding behind. He flinches, lowering his head.

***Dean:*** *I-- I DON’T KNOW!*

ALBERT HANSON slides Dean one of his pistols.

***Dean:*** *Thank you, good sir--*

Another bullet shreds through the crate, as Dean covers his head, yelling.

Everywhere else onboard, the survivors are fighting back against the Rastas. TEDDY POWELL drops one, CLAYTON FREEMAN shoots down another, and Albert kills one more. Dean blindly fires in the general direction of the Rastas, but hits nothing.

***Curtis:*** *We need to push up! Get to the front carriage! It’s our only damn hope!*

As they start inching forward, pushing Rastas back, another bullet rips through the crate Dean is hiding behind. This time, Dean feels something on his finger. He lifts his hand, and looks at his middle finger--which is hanging on by a thread, blood gushing out. He screams out in pain and in horror.

***Monica:*** *You guys go on! Me and Quincy can keep things covered here!*

Everyone besides QUINCY ATHERTON, MONICA REYNOLDS, CURTIS VAN HORN and Dean push forward, dropping Rastas as they go. JON MATTHEWS and WILLIAM REYNES race ahead, shoving one man off of the train. They continue pressing forward, trying to get to the front.

Meanwhile, the others are only slowly pushing up.

***Randall:*** *Woo! Feels like the good ‘ol days! A firefight with criminals!*

***Clayton:*** *I know, right!*

***Teddy:*** *Don’t get comfortable.*

***Albert:*** *I’m already comfortable.*

Ahead, Jon and William arrive at the front of the train, where Jon shoots the conductor dead, throwing his body off the train.

***Jon: (To William)*** *Alright, cover me while I keep her going!*

***William:*** *On it!*

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**Scene #18**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - MAIN OFFICE**

In his office, a sleep deprived BENJAMIN TAYLOR is sitting at his desk, head resting on the desk, eyes shut. But his eyes shoot open as he hears radio static, followed by the sound of a voice.

***Badrick:*** *The call has come, Mr. Taylor. No questions asked, and no time to lose. Get to the train station with your little army, and kill the people who are raiding my train.*

Benjamin grabs the radio.

***Benjamin:*** *Very well. I get my daughter when this is done!*

***Badrick:*** *Of course…*

DAMERAE BADRICK cuts off, as Benjamin stands up in a hurry, rushing out of his office.

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Haywood! Mr. Clarke! Ready up!*

ROBIN CLARKE comes speeding over.

***Robin:*** *Where to, boss?*

***Benjamin:*** *The train station… I want all available men - we do this correctly this time.*

***Robin:*** *Of course, boss.*

They head down the stairs. SHANE HAYWOOD swings on a coat, and grabs his rifle, waving along a group of men to follow. Robin goes to collect more available soldiers. When he has them, everyone heads out into the evening, loading up into trucks. They speed off.

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**Scene #18**

**TRAIN - LATE EVENING**

WILLIAM REYNES looks out into the fields, seeing vehicles speeding up alongside the train.

***William:*** *Boarding party…*

Rastas begin jumping from the trucks from both sides, landing on the train. MICHAEL HALL himself jumps on as well.

Towards the back of the train, DEAN HOWARDS is still sitting behind cover, in a state of shock. He has a tissue wrapped around his hand. QUINCY ATHERTON comes running over to check on him.

***Quincy:*** *What happened to you, Buddy?*

Dean removes the tissue, and sees that his middle finger has now completely fallen off--still gushing blood.

***Quincy:*** *Ah - shit. Alright, SIT TIGHT!*

Quincy turns back.

***Quincy:*** *VAN HORN!*

***Curtis:*** *Yeah?!*

***Quincy:*** *Problem!*

CURTIS VAN HORN looks over at Dean.

***Curtis:*** *We’ll deal with it. Just hold in there, Buddy!*

Curtis and the others at the back begin to move ahead, where they link up with RANDALL FORSTER and CLAYTON FREEMAN, who are close to the front carriage and are battling a few Rastas, as more and more begin climbing on board thanks to Michael’s arrival.

***Randall:*** *Things are getting heated!*

***Clayton:*** *Yeah, I noticed!*

On top of one of the carriages, Michael lays down, taking aim at Randall with his rifle. Clayton, peeking out of cover, sees this. Quickly, he jumps up and shoves Randall aside.

***Randall:*** *Clay--*

With Randall no longer visible, Michael scopes in on Clayton’s head, pulling the trigger. Clayton falls to the floor, his brains splattering onto Randall.

***Randall:*** *Clay-- CLAYTON! CLAYTON-- NO!*

Michael backs up quickly, finding cover. Horrified, and in shock, Randall looks at Clayton’s corpse, frozen.

***Randall:*** *Fuck…*

***Curtis:*** *We lost one! We’re a man down!*

***William:*** *Who?!*

***Curtis:*** *You’re cop buddy is dead!*

***William:*** *FUCK!*

***Teddy:*** *Wh-- which one?!*

***Monica:*** *The one that isn’t fat!*

As the fighting continues, one Rasta comes charging up to Dean, pointing his gun. Dean, in a panic, fires his pistol at him, killing the man. He watches the Rasta drop dead.

***William:*** *EVERYONE! PUSH TO THE FRONT OF THE TRAIN!*

**Scene #18 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE TRAIN STATION - LATE EVENING**

Looking ahead, the group can see the train station.

***Teddy:*** *Almost there, folks!*

JON MATTHEWS pulls the brakes on the train, stopping it as it rolls into the station. At this point, a majority of the many Rastas are dead, but a lot still remain.

***Curtis:*** ***(Smiling)*** *We did it, folks! We’ve got the stuff. Just kill - the rest of these fuckers.*

Curtis’ smile dies off, as he notices dozens of men stepping out from behind the train stations. BENJAMIN TAYLOR stands at the head of them, SHANE HAYWOOD and ROBIN CLARKE next to him.

***Robin:*** *Gentlemen! The train is ours…*

Shane grins, looking at the train.

***Curtis:*** *What in the fuck…*

Dean looks out at Benjamin’s army, terrified, his hand still throbbing with pain and leaking blood.

***Benjamin:*** *Get off the train… or die!*

***Monica:*** ***(Quietly)*** *What do we do?*

***Curtis:*** *We’ve got to bail. No other choice.*

***Quincy:*** *Fuck me…*

***Benjamin:*** *Again - we’ve been given orders to kill you-- and here I am sparing you again! He’ll be happy enough if he gets his train.*

***Robin:*** *You’re all taking too long!*

Robin waves a hand, and Benjamin’s army takes aim at the train.

***Jon:*** *SHIT! OFF THE TRAIN!*

Those on board the train get off as fast as they can, as there’s an eruption of gunfire, bullets flying everywhere. People run in different directions, fleeing the gunfire.