Fractured Beyond Repair/Transcript

*“Look around. Willamette is not going to last long beyond this.”* *—Wilbur*

**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

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

**Also Starring**

Jim Broadbent as JIM BUTTERMAN

Drew Powell as TEDDY POWELL

Jon Bernthal as QUINCY ATHERTON

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

David Lyons as SHANE HAYWOOD

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

**Guest Starring**

Anthony Carrigan as ROBIN CLARKE

Michael Keaton as CURTIS VAN HORN

Eiza Gonzalez as MONICA REYNOLDS

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Kevin Spacey as WILBUR WRIGHT

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Isabelle Allen as SARAH TAYLOR

David Thewlis as DEREK MONROE

Jamie Dornan as ROBERT MORGAN

Jamie Foxx as JACKSON FOXX

Michael McElhatton as MICHAEL HALL

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

**Co-Starring**

Taron Egerton as MIKE SIMPSON

Daniel Hernandez as TYRUS MONTEL

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - EVENING**

It’s the day after Benjamin launched his attack on the town hall, and out in the streets, the battle is still ongoing. Every few minutes, a gunfight is heard taking place in the distance, before it quiets down again. JACOB FELDMAN sighs, sitting on a chair. FELIX QUARTERMAN crosses his arms, shaking his head.

***Felix:*** *It’s a bloody mess out there.*

***Jacob:*** *You’re the boss. What are we planning on doing?*

***Felix:*** *We don’t get involved. We let them wipe each other out.*

***Jacob:*** *…And if they don’t?*

***Felix:*** *Well, they’ll be at our doorstep, won’t they? And - we’re going to need defenses in addition to what Robert put up.* ***(To Robert)*** *Any ideas for defending this place?*

***Robert:*** *Don’t call me ridiculous but-- traps. Bear traps. Mines.*

***Jacob:*** *Mines won’t help us. Not unless we know we’re fucked. I don’t want the car park ruined otherwise.*

***Robert:*** *Lawnmower blades, then. Remotely activated lawnmower blades.*

***Felix:*** *And you’re willing to set all this up?*

***Robert: (Nodding)*** *I -- most certainly am* ***(He coughs)***.

***Felix:*** *How long will it take?*

***Robert:*** *You’d be surprised. Not long.*

JIM BUTTERMAN comes walking over to them, frowning.

***Jim:*** *Not still discussing this conflict, are we, boys?*

***Felix:*** *Jim - we need this place to be defended in case one of them rolls up to our entrance. Do you know what they’ll do to us?*

***Jim:*** ***(Looking down)*** *Is there not - another way?*

***Felix:*** *No. Not even a chance.*

Jim frowns, nodding slowly.

***Robert:*** *They’re -- they’re humans too, right? And humans are afraid of things - rats being a common one.*

***Felix:*** *They are enemies, Robert.*

***Robert:*** *Exactly -- so why not manipulate their fears. Rat-flaps. Just a shit ton of rats. And when they roll up -- we send out the--*

***Felix:*** *No. We won’t waste our time on any of that. Stick to things we know will work.*

***Robert:*** *Okay… Hand-made EMP. It’d take a while to set up -- but- but I think I have the right amount of materials* ***(He coughs)***.

***Felix:*** *Simple things, Robert. Walls - barricades. That is defense. And maybe a few traps, like you said.*

***Robert:*** *It’s simple… Very simple. Well, that’s an over exaggeration. But it’s not rocket science.*

***Teddy:*** *And what of all my guns? I thought you went to get them for a reason.*

ROBERT MORGAN points over to a few turrets he had spent the day building. TEDDY POWELL strolls over to inspect them.

***Teddy:*** *Huh… These’ll work well for us.*

***Robert:*** *They’re not .50 cals, but they’ll do - I think.*

Another loud explosion is heard from Willamette. Teddy flinches, seeing a smoke cloud rising in the distance.

***Teddy:*** *It isn’t stopping.*

***Robert:*** *Getting closer…*

***Jim:*** *The town is going to be destroyed.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON stumbles up onto the roof, a bottle in hand. He leans on the ledge, looking out.

***Robert:*** *Okay -- think, Robert, think…*

Robert stands up, lightly tapping his head in thought. He glances over the edge to the front entrance.

***Robert:*** *It’ll sound stupid… but… tripwire tasers.*

A loud cackle is heard behind Robert. He turns around to see QUINCY ATHERTON swaggering over, MONICA REYNOLDS next to him.

***Quincy:*** *Tripwire tasers?*

***Robert:*** *It’s very easy -- yeah.*

***Quincy:*** *You shitting me? Set up something helpful. Guns - all we need are some damn guns.*

***Robert:*** *They are helpful. Tripwire--*

***Quincy:*** *We are not looking to wound these men. We are looking to kill them.*

Austin takes a swig from his bottle, stepping away from the ledge. He looks over at them all.

***Austin:*** *Why-- why don’t we just leave?*

***Quincy:*** *Scared?*

***Austin:*** *Yeah - yeah, I am.*

***Monica:*** *And what are you scared of? Are you scared of being - hit?*

***Austin:*** *Maybe the two armies going at each other? Or-- or all the zombies coming? Maybe that.*

***Monica:*** *You scared a bullet will - hit your neck, and you’ll choke on your own blood?*

Austin frowns angrily, looking at her. He narrows his eyes.

***Austin:*** *Fuck you, too* ***(He smiles)***.

***Monica:*** *I’m messing around!*

Quincy steps past Monica, staring down Austin.

***Quincy:*** *You take that back.*

***Austin:*** *Make me.*

***Robert:*** *Oh my…*

Quincy snatches Austin by the scruff of his neck, and shoves him to the floor, dragging him over to the edge of the roof, and hanging him over.

***Robert:*** *Hey -- easy, gents. He- he didn’t mean it.*

***Austin:*** *Go on. Drop me.*

***Quincy:*** *You want me to, huh?*

***Robert:*** *I’m not watching this.*

Robert shakes his head, turning away to leave.

***Teddy:*** *Easy, easy. How about - everyone here settles down. No more trouble between US!*

***Austin: (To Quincy)*** *You wouldn’t, though.*

Quincy quickly lets him go, and then grabs him again with his other arm.

***Quincy:*** *All you had to do was - apologize to the lady.*

***Austin:*** *Dropping me now-- you’ll just get kicked out. So go on.*

***Quincy:*** *You think I care about getting kicked out?*

***Austin:*** *They’ll just -- shoot you.*

***Quincy:*** *Will they?* ***(He looks around the roof)***

***Jacob:*** *No-- but, you’d be sent away. Or-- well, let him go. He’ll apologize to your girl.*

Quincy grunts, swinging Austin back up onto the roof, letting him fall to the ground. Groaning, Austin clambers to his feet. He then pretends that his mouth is zipped.

***Austin:*** *Mmmmm? Mmmm!*

***Teddy:*** *Austin, for fuck’s sake.*

***Jim:*** *Gentlemen! Let’s all - calm down! Austin - just… Just apologize. And we can all-- have this come to a halt.*

Austin opens his mouth, and raises his hands.

***Austin:*** *I AM SINCERELY SORRY-- WHOEVER GIRL YOU ARE!*

***Quincy:*** *At least you did it.*

Quincy walks over, and punches Austin square in his nose, breaking it. In a moment of anger, Austin fumbles for his revolver, but Monica notices, and snatches it from him. She throws it off the roof.

***Teddy:*** *For fuck sake, people! Enough of this.*

***Austin:*** *Just you all-- just you all wait! You’ll all die.*

Austin dismissively waves a hand at them, and he storms off in a fit of rage, climbing down the vents.

***Jacob:*** *Maybe I don’t have as much sympathy for him as I thought.*

***Quincy:*** *‘Cause he’s an idiot, friend. Am I aggressive? Of course I am. Is he an idiot for not apologizing? Of course he is. Come on, Monica.*

Quincy shakes his head, grabbing Monica’s hand and walking off with her.

***Felix:*** *Y’know, I’m beginning to think that - even IF those riots out there come to our door, we’ll probably have killed each other already. Nevermind them wiping out each other. It’s us I’m concerned about.*

Jim sighs, sitting down.

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**Scene #2**

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

Down in the parking lot, ROBERT MORGAN comes walking out after having collected a few bear traps from a shop in the mall. He sets down a box of them, and then slowly begins placing them out in the parking lot. When he’s finished, he collects the box and heads back inside.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

After spending a day out in the town trying to get to the mall, WILBUR WRIGHT steps past a bear trap, walking towards the front entrance. CURTIS VAN HORN and JON MATTHEWS follow behind him, walking slowly. When he’s at the front fence, Wilbur shakes it.

***Wilbur:*** *Whoever the fuck is in there, open up! We’re friends.*

***Jon:*** *Lovely greeting, Wright.*

***Wilbur:*** *I do my best. Though I’d rather get let the fuck in rather than stand out here in the cold.*

As AUSTIN KINGSTON is storming through the plaza with his shotgun, he turns his head, seeing them. Still angry, he speed walks open and swings the gate open.

***Austin: (Angrily, exaggerating)*** *COME ON IN!*

***Curtis:*** *Thanks, pal…*

The three of them walk through, closing the gate behind them.

***Wilbur:*** *It’s a nice place. Where’s the leader here? And are Quincy and Monica still going about?*

***Austin:*** *Leader is on the roof. And, uh-- do me a favour and give Quincy a good punch when you see him* ***(He points to his nose)***.

***Jon: (Chuckling)*** *Set off his temper, huh?*

***Austin:*** *I guess so.*

***Jon:*** *I’m a tough guy, sure. But I ain’t stupid enough to pick a fight with Quincy* ***(He grins at him)***.

***Curtis:*** *I’m guessing you did something to upset Monica.*

Curtis shrugs, and turns to walk off with Wilbur and Jon up the stairs. Austin shakes his head, walking off the other way.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - EVENING**

WILBUR WRIGHT, CURTIS VAN HORN and JON MATTHEWS make their way to the roof, where a few more people have gathered. People turn, looking over at them, somewhat concerned.

***Wilbur:*** *I’m going to imagine you are already familiar with us.*

***Teddy: (Pointing at Curtis and Jon)*** *Those two - they were with Benjamin when he bombed our front entrance.*

***Curtis:*** *We were there when he met to ask about it. Wonder why we weren’t there when he came back? Because we wanted no part of it.*

***Wilbur:*** *I imagine you’re all - curious as to what’s going on out there? We’ve seen it first hand and been a part of it now. The town is in turmoil. It is a chaotic pit of riots and the dead.*

***Robert:*** *It’s like the outbreak all over again…*

***Wilbur:*** *Benjamin’s daughter is dead. Which led him to do - what is happening right now; start a war with the Rastas. We saw the man - for the crazy that he has become. Asks you all to stay out of this. But I say - we cash in on it. Look around. Willamette is not going to last long beyond this. Consider the hordes and hordes of undead that will soon roam the town because of this battle. There are outposts out there - from both groups. They are both fractured up.*

***Jim:*** *I-I don’t like the idea of going to war… Maybe we just - take the advice.*

***Jon:*** *You people still housing Quincy and Monica then too, huh?*

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

OWEN GLIEFIELD crosses his arms, as he watches DEAN HOWARDS walk across the roof, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He climbs down the vent into the security room.

***Owen:*** *The pathetic asshole seems to have awakened.*

***Jacob:*** *He still hasn’t grown on you, huh? I mean - he pissed me off the one time we spoke properly but--*

***Jim:*** *Show some sympathy, gentlemen. He’s… Dean isn’t a bad fellow. And he’s trying to change.*

***Jacob:*** *Fair enough, then. I guess we’ll see.*

JACOB FELDMAN looks back out into the town, sighing.

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - BACK ENTRANCE - EVENING**

A small body wrapped in sheets is carried out to the middle of the back area by two soldiers, and placed down. They step back to join a small crowd of no more than twenty people. ROBIN CLARKE, SHANE HAYWOOD and MIKE SIMPSON are among them, as is DEREK MONROE and CLYDE ROLLINS, who’s now sitting in a wheelchair. BENJAMIN TAYLOR slowly walks to the center, next to the body of his daughter. He frowns, looking around at everyone. Most of his soldiers at this point are still out in the streets fighting.

***Benjamin:*** *We all know-- who did this. We’ve already started our task of eradicating them. And we will complete it.* ***(He looks at Derek)*** *Mr. Monroe--upon coming to me this past hour--has revealed the location of their different outposts. Our men - will focus on these areas. If you find Damerae Badrick, you are to bring him to me alive. I will kill him myself. I am going to ensure he dies painfully for what he has done. We will be splitting off into different groups to hit each outpost. Mr. Monroe - if you would.*

Derek nods, walking over.

***Derek:*** *The one you will all hit first--the junkyard. They have set up a defense with scrap metal - and the variety of parts on hand. Due to the battle raging across the town, the outskirts have been popular. The other location that I am sure they are camped out at is my hotel. I left there to reunite with my daughter - and came back to see that it had been taken, and was a primary site in the battle. Both of my bodyguards were killed.*

***Benjamin:*** *And we will avenge them… and everyone else.*

Benjamin looks down at the body of Sarah, frowning. He takes out a lighter, and drops it onto the sheet-wrapped body, which had already been doused with gasoline. He and Derek take a step back, as Benjamin stares into the flames.

**Scene #5 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - FIRST FLOOR**

When it’s done with, Benjamin and the others head back inside. However, just as they get inside, the front doors to the museum burst open, as EDWARD REMAR comes limping through, barely conscious.

***Edward:*** *St--*

Unable to go any further, Edward falls to the floor in front of him. Clyde points at him, as his eyes shoot open.

***Clyde:*** *Edward! You - you made it! Mr. Taylor - this is the man that supported your daughter!*

Mike rushes over, helping Edward to his feet.

***Benjamin:*** *Sit him down.*

Mike assists Edward onto one of the lobby chairs. Edward, frowning, and with a broken voice, looks up to Benjamin.

***Edward:*** *Is-- she… She’s really dead?*

Benjamin takes a seat beside him, remaining emotionless.

***Benjamin:*** *You had a large part - in saving my daughter's life. I respect that - and you* ***(He nods)***.

***Edward:*** *Clyde too--*

***Benjamin:*** *I thanked him.* ***(He examines Edward’s beaten face and leg)*** *This is the Rasta’s doing?*

Edward nods.

***Benjamin:*** *You will certainly want revenge, I imagine.*

***Edward:*** *Banking on Badrick’s death at every moment.*

***Benjamin:*** *Where do you plan to go?*

***Edward:*** *The mall - to rally up some old friends.*

***Benjamin:*** *I had sent for them not to get involved. Things are bad between us all.*

***Edward:*** *I can fix that. We ALL need to unite against these - VIPERS!*

Benjamin, still with a blank face, slowly puts his hand out, offering a handshake. And Edward shakes it without hesitation.

***Benjamin:*** *Go to the mall. Tell them - we know of the outposts.*

***Derek:*** ***(Stepping forward)*** *I will join you myself. I am aware of which one to hit. And I need to see my daughter. We only just reconnect.*

Mike clears his throat, looking at Benjamin.

***Mike:*** *Mr. Taylor - a word?*

The two of them step aside for a brief moment.

***Mike:*** *How many outposts are there?*

***Benjamin:*** *As Mr. Monroe said--we know of two.*

***Mike:*** *I’m concerned for our number of men at this stage. Most are scattered, some are dead, and some are injured.*

***Benjamin: (He raises a hand)*** *Mr. Simpson. We are THIS close to finding Badrick. And we will. Men are dying for a greater cause. I will die for it, too. We all will.*

***Mike:*** *But the aftermath… it will be a painful fallout.*

***Benjamin:*** *People will not challenge me. In fact-- Lieutenant Rogers already tried.*

***Mike:*** *Oh?*

***Benjamin:*** *Unfortunately - he had to leave us.*

***Mike:*** *Leave as in… he’s dead?*

***Benjamin:*** *I had Mr. Clarke take him out of town for a - fresh start.*

***Mike:*** *…Okay… Thank you for your time.*

***Benjamin:*** *Not a problem…*

Benjamin turns around, back to Derek and the others.

***Benjamin: (To Derek)*** *You will take our injured friend here to the mall, then?*

***Derek:*** *I will.*

***Clyde:*** *Can you take two? I-I would like to come.*

***Derek:*** *In a wheelchair?*

***Clyde:*** *We’re driving, aren’t we?*

***Derek:*** *There is a chance our car could crash. Have you seen the state of things out there?*

***Clyde:*** *No… not - not really.*

***Edward:*** *Clyde can come with us.*

***Clyde:*** *Edward - I knew I’d grow on you* ***(He smiles)***. *I knew you’d see me as an asset soon enough.*

***Edward:*** *Don’t push your luck, Clyde. Mr. Taylor--do you have a cane?*

Benjamin nods, as he turns around, walking over to a display case.

***Benjamin:*** *You saved my daughter before she… You had a part in - returning her.*

He opens up one of the displays, taking out an antique golden cane. He offers it to the man.

***Benjamin:*** *The least I can do.*

***Edward:*** *Thank you…*

Edward takes it, and as he does, notices Sarah’s friendship bracelet on his wrist. He promptly takes it off, and holds it out to Benjamin.

***Edward:*** *Do you - want this? Sarah… She gave it to me.*

***Benjamin:*** *I have my necklace. And if she gave that to you - she wanted you to have it. So keep it. Remember her… while you spill the blood of those filthy animals.*

Edward nods, rising to his feet. He leans into his cane, hobbling across the room. Derek takes hold of Clyde’s wheelchair, beginning to push it.

***Derek:*** *Come, we’ll take my car outside.*

***Clyde:*** *On another adventure we go!*

***Benjamin:*** *Good luck.*

***Derek:*** *And to you* ***(He nods)***.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - EVENING**

JON MATTHEWS, as he stretches, catches something out of the corner of his eye entering the parking lot below. He focuses on it, and realizes what it is.

***Jon:*** *Is THAT normal here?*

***Jacob:*** *Is what norma--*

JACOB FELDMAN looks out, seeing a zombie horde stumbling into the parking lot, beginning to wander around.

***Teddy:*** *Good god. Felix?*

***Felix:*** *Alert… Alert the others. Get people onto the roof.*

He turns around, seeing ROBERT MORGAN. He points at him.

***Felix:*** *Get people up onto the roof - anyone that’s nearby.*

Robert nods, taking off.

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**Scene #7**

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

ALBERT HANSON sits up, unable to stay asleep. He glares across the room at a rather loud JARED KELLINGS and ALDUS PAXTON, who are conversing with each other. Albert coughs loudly, as he stands up, limping across the room, his thigh still aching with pain. Jared notices him.

***Jared:*** ***(To Albert)*** *Hey, hey-- should you lose your job if you’re an actor if you get fucked in the ass on camera?*

***Albert:*** *I don’t -- don’t care.*

***Jared:*** *So no, then?*

Albert groans, nodding. Jared turns back to Aldus.

***Jared:*** *SEE WHAT I MEAN?*

As Albert is exiting the room, he nearly bumps into DEAN HOWARDS, who comes walking in.

***Dean:*** *Sorry, sorry--*

Dean sighs, walking over to one of the seats.

***Jared: (To Dean)*** *Who are you?*

***Dean:*** *Uh-- Dean Howards. You can call me buddy, sure. Few, uh-- called me that when I got here. Excuse my-my lack of responses. I am - reflecting on past things as of late.*

***Jared: (Nodding)*** *JKHD. Jared Kellings. How are there so many people in this one group?*

***Dean:*** *Mall--Clyde Rollins. It was said we’d see him, and we did. We - saw THE Clyde Rollins. At least… for who he is, I guess. He was… okay to me.*

***Jared:*** *Clyde who?*

***Dean:*** *Clyde Rollins. Hollywood star. Oscar award winner.*

***Jared:*** *Oh - him.*

***Dean:*** *And you… your name rings a bell. You - entertained people, yeah?*

***Jared: (Nodding)*** *That’s the ‘HD’ part. I just did it on the internet.*

***Dean:*** *I was gonna question that… Again - apologies for my, uh-- my quietness. I suppose if we’re talking about our businesses…* ***(He clears his throat)*** *I was a business broker. Fifty thousand a year-- I thought I was literally a Hollywood star in my own way. Shit, but-- I always spent my money on the worst of things.*

***Jared:*** *Hah… nah, you don’t seem that bad.*

***Dean:*** *Oh, well-- if you met me two weeks back, you would be hoping you never met me.* ***(He chuckles)*** *I’m a -- a drunk. And I can’t handle myself at times. Don’t know when to stop. Guess I like my whiskey.*

***Jared:*** *Drunks aren’t as bad as druggies. I fucking hate druggies.*

***Dean:*** *Well, I-- I kinda opened up my eyes quite a bit and saw… Drinking is essentially - well, a form. A form, technically, of a drug.*

***Jared:*** *A drug isn’t something you swallow as a liquid. Liquid drugs are what you inject. The drugs you consume are already made out of something, so it’s more like taking a pill.*

The waiting room door opens up quickly, and ROBERT MORGAN sticks his head in.

***Robert:*** *People, people! There’s a really big horde incoming. We need all to - to get to the roof!*

***Jared:*** *We’re fine in here. It’s the security room, after all.*

***Robert:*** *It’s a giant horde. If you stay here, you die.*

***Dean:*** *Giant horde--*

Dean nods, getting up in a hurry, as does Aldus. Jared sighs, getting up. He walks out with all of them.

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**Scene #8**

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

More people begin coming up onto the roof, thanks to ROBERT MORGAN’s quickness in alerting everybody. One of them is ERIN MONROE, who hurries over to JACOB FELDMAN.

***Erin:*** *Jacob - is everything okay?*

***Jacob:*** *I don’t think so. I think we’re, uh… in trouble.*

***Erin:*** *No shit, but have they broken in? I saw them coming, came running up.*

***Jacob:*** *Fences will hold them for now.*

***Wilbur:*** *Well, shit… I picked a terrible time to be here.*

***Jacob:*** *And you’re stuck here.*

QUINCY ATHERTON comes strolling over with MONICA REYNOLDS beside him.

***Quincy:*** *The fuck is going on down there, huh? The dead from that battle out there finally stopping by?*

***Monica:*** *They are going to tear down whatever makeshift fence is in place! Look at how many there are.*

CURTIS VAN HORN and JON MATTHEWS stand up, approaching them.

***Curtis:*** *Well, you two seem happy here.*

***Quincy:*** *Shit… when’d you get here?*

***Curtis:*** *Shortly after you broke a guy’s nose.*

***Quincy:*** *He was chatting shit.*

***Jon:*** *They always are* ***(He grins)''***. Anyway… can’t we all just light up the bastards?
***Felix:*** *We can use them to end all of this…*

RANDALL FORSTER walks over, having just arrived onto the roof with everyone else who was in the security room, including ALBERT HANSON.

***Randall:*** *What? End what? The warfare?*

***Felix:*** *I want to steer them.*

To the side, DEAN HOWARDS approaches JIM BUTTERMAN, nodding to him.

***Jim:*** *Hello, Dean.*

***Dean:*** *Hey, Jim.*

***Jim:*** *How are you, my boy?*

***Dean:*** ***(Quietly)*** *I’m -- trying to reform.*

***Jim:*** *I’m glad to hear it. But right now - take a look down there.*

Jim points to the horde of zombies below, actively trying to break into their mall. Dean looks over, scared.

***Felix:*** *They’ve got the idea of tearing us apart. My idea is… turn them back - and take out and end all the fighting in one.*

***Jacob:*** *And you think it’ll work? It’s risky.*

***Erin:*** *It’s very risky. I… We’ll lose people trying.*

***Robert:*** *How would we do it?*

***Teddy:*** *We don’t have much choice. So tell us more, Felix.*

FELIX QUARTERMAN nods confidently, looking around at everyone.

***Felix:*** *We’ve got plenty of firearms. We-- organize different points, time our firing.*

***Quincy:*** *Or… we just kill all of them? The horde--sure, it’ll disrupt the fighting, but it will not stop it. Not as easy as that.*

***Monica:*** *Especially when they are pulling troops out of their asses.*

***Jon:*** *The streets are littered with fucking men firing shots at each other.*

***Aldus: (Pointing to a police cruiser in the parking lot)*** *Well, that cruiser seems like it could be hotwired. So maybe one of us takes it, turns on the siren and drives the horde away.*

***Robert:*** *No. How could we get to that cruiser?*

***Aldus:*** *Good point, Robert…*

***Owen:*** *Maybe we could use the horde to our advantage? Simple idea.*

***Felix:*** *That’s what I’m trying to do… use it to our advantage. But how?*

As Felix is thinking, he suddenly hears a shout from across the roof. He looks up to see three people moving across the roof, one of them in a wheelchair, another leaning on a cane, and the last one being none other than Mr. Monroe.

***Edward:*** *People!*

***Jacob:*** *Is that fucking-- Edward?*

***Edward:*** *Hello! We were happy to be greeted at the doors by - new people I’ve never met. Shows you are all growing strong. How are you all?*

***Erin:*** *You - you did it?*

***Edward:*** *Attempt to save Benjamin’s daughter? I did. Me and Clyde had a part in it. And I am sure you are a little -- sore about him.*

***Clyde:*** *Uh… Hello.*

***Teddy:*** ***(Looking at Clyde)*** *What is that damn piece of waste doing back here?*

***Felix:*** *Y’know, Quincy. If you want to throw someone off the roof, he’s a good candidate.*

***Clyde:*** *Wa-wait! No!*

***Edward:*** *You’ll do no such thing. Clyde has stepped up. Just you wait and see. The reason he’s in a wheelchair is because he took injuries to save a little girl. And unfortunately - that triggered all that’s happening right now.*

***Wilbur:*** *And what brought you here?*

***Edward:*** *We know where their outposts are! And Mr. Taylor wants help in defeating the Rastas. Quite simple.*

***Jared: (To Clyde, quietly)*** *Doesn’t look like he* ***stepped up*** *to me.*

EDWARD REMAR laughs, hearing him.

***Jared:*** *Oh - you heard that, didn’t you?*

***Edward:*** *I did. Anyways--*

***Wilbur:*** *So you know where their outposts are? We knew they were all fractured. Planned to - bank in on that. So where are they?*

***Derek:*** *My hotel, and the junkyard. Benjamin’s squad plans to take out the junkyard. Meaning he wants you to deal with the hotel.*

***Erin:*** *Father, they took your hotel?*

***Derek:*** *While I was here - they obviously moved in. Both of my guards are dead, but I made it out--and I made it to Benjamin.*

***Erin:*** *That’s horrible--I’m glad you’re okay.*

***Jacob:*** *So- hold on. We… We have a lot of problems here..*

***Jim:*** *I didn’t want this… But it seems - we’re forced to go to war and join this fight?*

***Felix:*** *That’s how it is, Jim.*

***Jim:*** *Well… I’d rather have no part in it.*

Jim frowns, turning around. He sadly walks away from everyone else.

***Randall:*** *I want those fuckers dead. All of them. For what they did to us - and to Clayton. And even to that little girl. It’s all wrong.*

***Jacob:*** *All in favour of - joining the fight?*

***Wilbur:*** *I’m joining either way.*

***Jon:*** *All they’ve done is cause trouble for the town - and they are the reason that horde is down there. Why wouldn’t you all want to fight?*

Hands begin to raise up slowly. First Robert, then TEDDY POWELL and ALDUS PAXTON, and even Dean.

***Quincy:*** *I’m willing to do it.*

***Monica:*** *And me.*

***Derek:*** *So we can form one of the groups - and hit one of the outposts* ***(He smiles)***.

***Clyde:*** *I-- I just want… Am I forgiven yet?*

***Jacob:*** *You’re lucky to even be here, Clyde. But Ed vouches for you.*

***Edward:*** *Don’t call me Ed. How many times…* ***(He sighs)*** *Clyde has changed.*

***Clyde:*** *Like the brave soldier I was-- I took a slice to the chest. A - a wounded knight! For I was the trust steed of Benjamin’s daughter, Sarah. Running through the perilous streets, a shot in my back. Carrying her to safety… I made it - and my foe only got luck - as to strike me in the chest. But my mission… was completed.*

Erin sighs.

***Jacob:*** *At least he’ll get along with Fraser.*

***Clyde:*** *Who?*

***Jacob:*** *Nevermind - you’ll see. So… we’re hitting the hotel?*

***Derek:*** *Well… how many people here actually want to go on the mission.*

***Robert:*** *Me!*

***Jacob:*** *No, not you. Not a chance. We’re barely keeping you alive as it is.*

***Robert:*** *I am - going.*

***Jacob:*** *You’re not going.*

***Felix:*** *You’re sitting this out and reinforcing here.*

Robert sighs, taking a seat.

***Jacob:*** *I’ll go, and I have an idea. We use the horde to strike the hotel.*

***Quincy:*** *I’m in for this one.*

***Monica:*** *As am I.*

***Jon:*** *We’ll get the old gang back together* ***(He walks over to Quincy and Monica)***. *The heist crew.*

***Aldus:*** *Alright, I’ll go.*

***Dean:*** *I’ll… I’ll go. Sure.*

***Jared:*** *I have - no idea what we’re doing, but I’m in.*

***Teddy:*** *I’m in too.*

Albert stands up, trying to fight the pain in his leg. He coughs into his arm.

***Albert:*** *Can I go?*

***Owen:*** *No. You’re sick, buddy.*

***Jacob:*** *I think it’s best you sit this out.*

***Albert:*** *No, no-- I can go.*

***Jacob:*** *No, you can’t.*

***Owen:*** *You got shot up - you need to take a rest. You need to make sure you heal. I know you wanna go, but-- it’s not best for you.*

Albert sighs, sitting back down.

***Edward:*** *Is there somewhere that I can take Clyde so the two of us can heal up?*

***Robert:*** *The security room.*

***Edward:*** *Thank you.*

Edward begins rolling the wheelchair back towards the elevator with one hand, gripping his cane with the other.

***Clyde:*** *Farewell - and good luck!*

DEREK MONROE steps over to Erin.

***Derek:*** *Erin - will you sit this one out to stay with me? To spend some time?*

***Erin:*** *I will, of course.* ***(To Jacob)*** *Be careful out there, alright?*

***Jacob:*** *I’m always careful.*

***Erin:*** *Just don’t do anything stupid. Without me watching your back - you might screw up* ***(She smiles)***.

***Jacob:*** *Hey, come on now--*

***Erin:*** *I’m - moderately serious. I don’t want another clown kidnapping you. So will everyone here keep him safe? Monitor him?*

***Jacob:*** *I’m not a damn child.*

***Erin:*** *But seriously-- be careful* ***(She kisses him)***. *And the rest of you - keep together, yeah? I worry.*

***Teddy:*** *We’ll be fine.*

***Quincy:*** *Must be sad for all of y’all. Not knowing if some of us are coming back. See - with our group* ***(He points to the criminals)***, *not many fucks to be give. Besides - my care for Monica.*

***Jared:*** *So - you two married or engaged or something? I mean after all she’s--*

***Monica:*** *Married! He proposed to me after we robbed a bank in Vegas. And then we went on our honeymoon with all the money we stole.*

***Jon:*** *I was there. And I saw the stains in the backseat of my truck.* ***My*** *truck.*

***Quincy:*** *Still hurt about it, huh?*

***Jon:*** *I used that truck to store a dead body the week after, no hard feelings.*

Quincy walks over to Dean, who’s standing quietly off to the side.

***Quincy:*** *So - you’re joining us on this hotel raid, Buddy? It’s gonna be like you’re with us again, huh?I look forward to it* ***(He pats him on the shoulder)***.

***Derek:*** *I wish all of you luck - and whatever you plan to do with the horde out there, I hope it’s quick. Come, Erin. We have ten years to catch up on.*

Derek and Erin stroll off. After they do, WILBUR WRIGHT clears his throat loudly.

***Wilbur:*** *Hopefully you’ll all come back in one piece - for however this ends. I on the other hand… I am taking my leave now.*

***Quincy:*** *What do you mean?*

***Wilbur:*** *Well - we can’t use our old warehouse anymore. I’ll scout out a few miles out of town. And when I do-- well, our paths always cross. We will.*

***Curtis:*** *Be careful, you crazy bastard.*

***Wilbur:*** *You know I’ll be fine. Oh, by the way-- this is a nice place.*

Wilbur nods to his crew, and then walks away, back to the elevator.

***Jacob:*** *So… Felix. The horde?*

***Felix:*** *Yeah, you’ll all take the back entrance out. And from there - you’ll have them follow you.*

***Dean:*** *Hurray… I suppose.*

***Teddy:*** *What are you sulking over, Dean?*

***Dean:*** *I-- I’d rather not say.* ***(He shakes his head)*** *Sorry.*

***Jacob:*** *Those of us who are going - let’s go.*

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - BACK ENTRANCE - LATE EVENING**

After leaving the mall, the group begins walking around the side of the building. JACOB FELDMAN walks up to a lone zombie, stabbing it through the eye and kicking it down. DEAN HOWARDS flinches.

***Dean:*** *Damn…*

***Randall:*** *Dean. Are you out here trying to prove to us that you’re worthy? Or to convince yourself? I mean I can see you’re trying. You just don’t seem all that fully adapted yet.*

***Dean:*** *I -- don’t know what you’re saying* ***(He shakes his head)***.

***Randall:*** *We’re going after the pricks who killed Clayton. When we get there - I’m killing them all on sight.*

***Dean:*** *Yeah… Clayton.*

***Randall:*** *Still struggle to believe he’s gone. The mall - feels empty without him, despite the fact it’s full. His death… was the start of a shitty chain of events for all of us.*

***Dean:*** *I know he was your-- your partner. It was - sad. I’m sorry that it happened.*

***Randall:*** *I’m sorry, too. For him. He died saving me. And I’m gonna make sure I at least do enough to warrant being saved. And that - is by killing his killers.*

***Monica:*** *What a touching story. They’ll make a proper killer out of you. You think we would’ve met if we robbed a Willamette bank?*

***Randall:*** *Probably.*

***Quincy:*** *Yeah, only he and his partner would have both been dead. No offense, but we were pretty good at what we did.*

***Randall:*** *So were we.*

***Quincy:*** *Fair point.*

CURTIS VAN HORN glances over to Dean as they continue walking towards the front parking lot.

***Curtis:*** *So, Buddy. You, uh - seem to have sobered up? Cleaned up your act. I’m impressed.*

***Dean:*** *Sober-- isn’t, uh… the right word. I’m--trying. I guess I am.*

***Jon:*** *What caused you to try? What set it off?*

***Quincy:*** *There’s always something.*

***Dean:*** *I had a talk with a friend. And-- I also had a fight.*

***Jacob:*** *A fight?*

***Dean:*** *I--punched someone. Pushed another down.*

***Jacob:*** *When did you fight? And with who?*

***Dean:*** *Yesterday. It- it wasn’t as bad as you think. Owen and-- I don’t know his name. I simply forgot. I regret it. But they told me stuff that… They were right. I got help from Jim. He’s a good man.*

***Jacob:*** *I’ve had little conversation with you, Dean. Initially - you pissed me the fuck off. But I can see you’re trying.*

***Dean:*** *I’m sorry for it. I hope you know that. I-- I never meant anything. I was living under a… a mask. I’m normally not like that - it’s just the drinking. My hand is always on a bottle.*

***Quincy:*** *I wish you could see the damn drunken wreck you were on the day we met you. It was some fine entertaining shit.*

***Monica:*** *Mm, he was off the rails.*

***Curtis:*** *It’s where you got your special name, Buddy. How much do you remember of it?*

***Dean:*** *Oh--I don’t remember shit, really. Oh-- excuse the swear.*

***Teddy:*** *You robbed my store. All of you.*

***Dean:*** *That wasn’t-- well, I guess it was me but-- Sorry.*

***Teddy:*** *No hard feelings. It’s been weeks.*

***Quincy:*** *Well… we needed the guns.*

***Jon:*** *Perfect reasoning. Though to be fair, I wasn’t part of that.*

***Teddy:*** *It’s all fine now. We’re all on the same side, right?*

***Jacob:*** *We are.*

The group finally comes around the front side of the mall, where the horde of zombies is still at the front entrance.

***Jacob:*** *We’re gonna get them to follow us to the hotel.*

He takes out a pistol, pointing it in the air. And then he fires off three times. A portion of the horde begins to turn, but not enough. RANDALL FORSTER takes aim at the sky and blasts his shotgun. MONICA REYNOLDS sprays an UZI, and ALDUS PAXTON shoots off his sniper, and finally all of the horde turns their way.

***Jon:*** *This is some true beauty.*

***Jacob:*** *Alright - they’ll follow on slowly, we’re fine. Who’s ready to step out into - the town…*

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - EARLY MORNING**

A bullet rings out not too far ahead of them. QUINCY ATHERTON immediately ducks down, beckoning everyone else to do the same. Then more shots are heard. Quincy looks out, seeing five different Rastas rushing into cover, and three different men, presumably Benjamin’s soldiers, firing at them.

***Monica:*** *Oh my god… it’s as if all of their lives are just meaningless to them. It’s great* ***(She smiles)***.

***Jared:*** *Sorta like an edgy teen’s will to live after looking at that shitty fucking meme.*

***Curtis:*** ***(Confused)*** *You’re a peculiar man…*

***Quincy:*** *Let’s leave these fuckers to finish their fight. We need to get to the hotel anyway.*

***Jacob:*** *Come on, folks - the horde is catching up. We’ve got to kill these people or it’ll steer off track.*

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

JON MATTHEWS racks his assault rifle and stands up, giving away their position. He takes aim at some of the Rastas, and at Benjamin’s men, opening fire. Three Rastas drop dead, and two of Benjamin’s men.

***Jacob:*** *I thought we were allies WITH Benjamin! We aren’t meant to kill them! We’re doing this WITH Benjamin!*

***Jon:*** *Oh, yeah. Right, well Benjamin won’t know about this one.*

***Monica:*** *That horde is going to topple us and tear us to pieces if we don’t hurry this up!*

Quincy stands up, shooting one of the Rastas in the head. The last man from Benjamin’s side is gunned down by MONICA REYNOLDS, and the final Rasta is shot in the gut by RANDALL FORSTER. Pumping his shotgun, Randall approaches the man, who’s lying on the floor, staring down at his guts. He coughs up blood, taking his last breaths. As he does, Randall puts the barrel of the shotgun to the man’s face.

***Randall:*** *For Clayton.*

He blows apart the man’s head, blood soaking him. Randall wipes his face clean, and stands up.

***Jacob:*** *Randall…*

***Randall:*** *What? He deserved it.*

***Curtis:*** *That is disgusting.*

CURTIS VAN HORN looks behind him, seeing the horde closing in on them.

***Curtis:*** *Let’s head to this hotel!*

The group continues down the street, now faster.

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**Scene #11**

**HOTEL - EARLY MORNING**

JACOB FELDMAN, crouched, looks through a car window at Derek’s hotel across the street. He can see figures briefly moving across the windows inside.

***Jacob:*** *Alright… any minute now our horde is going to turn the corner, and we’re all going to need to clear.*

***Randall:*** *If the leader is in there, he isn’t making it back out.*

***Jon:*** *Now that is the team spirit I’m looking for. Of all the people on the team - the cop is the one I gravitate toward.*

***Monica:*** *Great for you, Matthews.*

***Quincy:*** *Is everyone ready to make a break for it when that horde comes? The second those fuckers go to the windows to inspect - we fire up at them.*

***Curtis:*** *Sounds good to me.*

Inside the hotel, JACKSON FOXX is pacing around the room, while MICHAEL HALL is sitting on a chair nearby. A Rasta stands guard at the door.

***Jackson:*** *Look, n†gga - the way I see it, we’re in enough damn trouble! Badrick has disappeared to fuck knows where! Shit has hit the fan - and we’re in damn trouble. The streets-- it’s a damn warfare out there.*

***Michael:*** *‘It’s a damn warfare out there’? Does that make any sense to you?*

***Jackson:*** *Are you gonna grill me ‘bout my damn vocab? My fucking god. You - you are not helping our case! Where is Badrick?*

***Michael:*** *I barely escaped the last encounter in this fight with my life, I don’t care anymore. I am done working with the Rastas, and I am done being Badrick’s pawn.*

***Jackson:*** *And you think you’re just gonna - waltz out of here after saying that, huh? After deserting us?*

***Michael:*** *You’d be smart to do the same.*

Michael weakly grabs his sniper, pushing himself up slowly.

***Michael:*** *I’ve been stabbed in the chest. I’ve had my arm bitten into by a psychotic little cripple. I’ve seen enough. Are you going to stop me from walking out?*

***Jackson:*** *Maybe I am* ***(He clenches his fists)***. *You disrespect our damn ways.*

Outside, Jacob sees the horde turning the corner, and marching towards the hotel.

***Jacob:*** *Horde is here!*

Jacob gets up, running off. The rest of the group goes after him, getting out of the way of the horde.

Inside, Jackson hears the loud groans of the dead outside. He speed walks over to the window, looking out. There, he sees a gigantic horde of zombies beginning to break into the hotel. Glass is heard shattering, and men scream. Gunfire rings out below him.

***Randall:*** *Now!*

RANDALL FORSTER fires his shotgun at the window, and a piece of the buckshot grazes Jackson in the arm.

***Jackson:*** *GAH!*

He tumbles back out of sight. In the room, Michael draws his knife, rushing towards the door and stabbing the guard in the neck. He rips the knife out, and shoves the Rasta to the floor, hurrying out of the room.

***Jackson:*** *GOD DAMN YOU MICHAEL!*

Outside Jacob’s team are waiting patiently, as zombies swarm the hotel.

***Quincy:*** *Alright, they’re in.*

***Jon:*** *Mission success then, huh.*

***Curtis:*** *Not yet. A few of them could escape the building. We’ll need to pick them off. See--*

A side door to the hotel bursts open, and several Rastas come running out. Immediately, Jacob and his crew light them up. A battle starts, as Rastas run for cover, firing back. Bullets whizz past their heads. And then Jackson is seen running out the door, with another Rasta with him.

***Tyrus: (To Jackson)*** *I GOT YO BACK!*

The two of them take cover with the rest of the Rastas.

***Quincy:*** *That’s-- THAT’S FUCKING JACKSON! Piece of SHIT!*

***Curtis:*** *The traitorous bastard! Take him alive!*

***Dean:*** *Who’s that?!*

***Curtis:*** *He was in our heist crew!*

***Jon:*** *At the start! And he betrayed us - the fucker!*

DEAN HOWARDS nods, as he goes to take out his pistol. Hands trembling with fear, he pokes his head out of cover, enough to aim his gun. He shoots at the Rastas, but quickly falls back down, scared of the bullets flying overhead.

With zombies closing in on both sides, some of the Rastas begin to fall back - but not Jackson. JON MATTHEWS and the other criminals take the chance to run forward, where they shoot TYRUS MONTEL in the gut, and knock a gun away from Jackson’s hand.

***Jackson:*** *No--no!*

Jon grabs Jackson, raising his fist.

***Jon:*** *Hey there. Missed us, Jackson?*

***Jackson:*** *What the f--*

He slams a fist into his face, knocking him out for a brief moment. Quickly, he swings Jackson over his shoulder and begins running back with the others. Tyrus, having survived his gut shot, crawls away quickly, while only a couple other Rastas stay behind. Most others had either been killed or fled at this point.

***Monica:*** *Alright - now let’s fucking clear! That horde is coming for us next!*

Jacob looks down both sides of the street, seeing zombies. He glances into an alleyway--nothing but more zombies that were drawn to the gunfire.

***Jacob:*** *We’re surrounded. Oh shit…*

The only place unoccupied by zombies is a nightclub close by to them. Jacob points at it.

***Jacob:*** *Into the nightclub! We’re boxed in!*

***Teddy:*** *Alright, alright! I’ll cover y’all!*

ALDUS PAXTON, JARED KELLINGS and the criminals rush for the nightclub, kicking open the door and rushing inside.

***Randall:*** *Shit! Teddy - come on!*

TEDDY POWELL blasts one of the last Rastas through the head. Seeing this, Randall runs inside, leaving just Teddy, Jacob and Dean left outside, as zombies are almost closed in on them.

The final Rasta, unable to run back at this point due to the zombies, charges forward with a shotgun. Teddy stands up, and both men take aim at each other--but the Rasta fires first. Teddy’s gun is knocked from his hand, and he falls over behind cover. Nearby, Dean aims his gun, shooting the Rasta in the head. He rushes over to Teddy and looks down in horror at where his left hand used to be--now just a stump of flesh and bone. Teddy, groaning, collapses, passing out from shock.

***Jacob:*** *TEDDY!*

Jacob grabs Teddy, lifting him up, and helping drag him to the door.

***Jacob:*** *Dean! Come on!*

Dean runs over, and the three of them rush inside the nightclub with only seconds to spare before the horde would’ve ripped them apart.

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**Scene #12**

**JUNKYARD - EVENING**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR, SHANE HAYWOOD and ROBIN CLARKE walk through the junkyard, passing by the corpses of Rastas. Nearby, one of their soldiers drives a knife through the skull of a Rasta, finishing him off. Sighing, Benjamin comes to a stop.

***Benjamin:*** *Badrick isn’t here.*

Robin crosses his arms behind him.

***Robin:*** *You think he’s at the hotel?*

***Benjamin:*** *He better be.*

Benjamin continues walking forward, seeing a Rasta still moving on the ground ahead of him. The Rasta coughs blood, seeing Benjamin kneeling next to him.

***Rasta:*** *Pl-- please.*

***Benjamin:*** *Tell me where Badrick is.*

***Rasta:*** *I - I don’t know. Please--*

***Benjamin:*** *You… don’t know?*

Benjamin wraps his hands around the man’s neck, beginning to choke him. The Rasta tries gasping - anything to get air, but he can’t. Robin and Shane watch silently from the back. When Benjamin is finished, he gets back to his feet, brushing himself off.

***Shane:*** *Badrick could be anywhere.*

***Benjamin:*** *Then we will look everywhere.*

Benjamin walks off in a hurry, leaving Robin and Shane.

***Shane:*** *Well then…*

***Robin:*** *Mr. Haywood.*

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

***Robin:*** *I think - as much as I have loved serving Benjamin Taylor-- it is time for you to… save us. At this rate, our entire military will be depleted. And - everyone sees that Benjamin is going insane. When you can, have us all withdraw.*

***Shane:*** *I…*

***Robin:*** *We don’t even have to kill the poor bastard - but he’s changed. It’s a tragic story--I’m his sworn bodyguard--but look at him. Let us all desert together before the men desert us.*

Robin doesn’t wait for a reply, and begins walking off. Shane watches him, remaining still. He looks down, sighing.