All the King's Men/Transcript

*“He died fighting for you… and here we are with another opportunity to make things right. We might as well, eh?”* *—Randall*

**Starring:**

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

**Also Starring**

Daniel Sharman as DANIEL ROCKWELL

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

Paul Rudd as SOLOMON REED

Scarlett Johansson as REBECCA DAWSON

Keira Knightley as CLAIRE NOBLE

Thandiwe Newton as ANGELA JAEGAR

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

Paul Bettany as NATHANIEL SHEPARD

**Guest Starring**

Joe Morton as ISAAC MOSES

David Boat as LAYTON ZIMMERS

Jason Lee as LOLIDA WINDFIELD

Daniel Bruhl as ALEX WEISS

Dan Aykroyd as ED ANDERSON

Viola Davis as VIVIAN FINKLING

Shawn Hatosy as NICK PARKER

**Co-Starring**

Mustafa Shakir as DELROY SHAKIR

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE DOCKS - LATE EVENING**

DAMERAE BADRICK stares at the half-sunken ship, smoking another cigar. A temporary ramp has been made out of wood planks, allowing men to go on and off board the ship, gathering the supplies that hadn’t been ruined. Badrick slowly walks forward towards a set of crates, a Rasta standing next to them, going through them.

***Badrick:*** *That is all that was able to be recovered?*

The Rasta gives a nod.

***Badrick:*** *And what do we have?*

Badrick ganders into one of the crates, seeing an assortment of firearms. He grins, stepping back.

***Badrick:*** *Perfect.*

Badrick takes a puff from his cigar, as he turns to see DELROY SHAKIR walking across the docks towards him, an angry look on his face.

***Delroy:*** *The school - was burnt to a crisp. We could not follow them.*

***Badrick:*** *That is unfortunate, but they have fled?*

***Delroy:*** *Yes. All but one. We shot him dead.*

***Badrick:*** *Go-- good.*

Badrick leans forward, holding onto a crate, coughing loudly. The burnt side of his face starts bleeding, a piece of skin falling off thanks to it no longer being bandaged up. His veins pop out of the skin that’s still there.

***Badrick:*** *Then-- It is onward we go. Round everyone up… arm our boys… we are marching to the stadium to finish this.*

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**Scene #2**

**FOREST - PATHWAY - EARLY MORNING**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR and the others slowly walk through down a pathway in the middle of the woods, exhausted. It’s early in the morning - the sun isn’t even up yet.

***Clyde:*** *Remarkable idea that turned out to be Solomon… I think we actually managed to lose them.*

***Solomon:*** *I never expected to burn a school down in a positive way.*

***Dean:*** *It had a bunch of propane tanks and fibers. I’m glad me and him ran the hell out of there. Had anything went off immediately, we’d be screwed.*

CLAIRE NOBLE comes jogging down the pathway from behind them, stopping next to them.

***Claire:*** *Good news. We’ve lost them for now.*

***Dean:*** *For now, that is.*

***Solomon:*** *That’s good news for now, yeah.*

***Randall:*** *Great… So what's the plan now? We’re still going to the stadium?*

***Dean:*** *Do we know it’s safe? Did anyone check it yet?*

***Benjamin:*** *We know that we’ll be welcomed. At least I think so. We don’t have much else of a choice.*

***Dean:*** *Won’t we - have to tell them about Badrick’s gang coming after us?*

***Edward:*** *Something tells me that Badrick might be going to the stadium next regardless… Those men we encountered were against him.*

***Clyde:*** *Then maybe… Maybe the stadium isn’t such a good idea. I think… I think we all need a break. We just lost - three people back there. Three good men.*

***Edward:*** *Three more reasons to kill Badrick.*

***Benjamin:*** *No - Edward. No. All that mentality is going to do - is get more of us killed.*

***Solomon:*** *I agree with breaks, but we may have to split up once more because I need escorted to the hospital wherever it may be to get a new prosthetic. And the rest can head to this stadium and wait for us inside… if they let you inside. Since a stadium could house well over enough people. Guarding it would be a piece of cake for them.*

***Dean:*** *Split up? No way. No, no, no way. We’re not splitting up.*

***Claire:*** *You want to go to the hospital? I’ve scavenged there before. I can take you. Whether or not they have what you need, I can’t guarantee.*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah.*

***Randall:*** *And if things go wrong at the stadium… How will you find us?*

***Claire:*** *We’ll return to the hospital then. You can come to us.*

***Dean:*** *But - you guys… What if-- You might get-- Are you sure? That’s just too big of a risk, especially right now. I don’t know. Maybe it’ll mean something in the long run.*

***Edward:*** *The hospital is probably safer than the stadium is going to be, Dean.*

***Solomon:*** *The zombies can only walk, and there’s tons of tools to use at a hospital to defend while searching.*

***Dean:*** *You are right, yeah…*

***Solomon:*** *We can head off when you’re ready, Claire. But I wanna say this - I wish everyone the best of luck if things go sideways.*

***Randall: (Jokingly)*** *Yeah, thanks, I’ll remember that when I’ve been shot.*

***Dean:*** *Well, I send that same energy back to you two. And good thinking with that plan. Keep your brain intact. You have - a good thinking brain.*

***Solomon:*** *Thank you. Will do.*

***Clyde:*** *Be, uh… safe.*

***Claire:*** *You too.*

***Clyde: (To Claire)*** *I just want - I want to thank you.*

***Claire:*** *Thank me? This isn’t goodbye forever, Clyde. Keep that optimism of yours. It’s one of the charming things about you.*

***Clyde:*** *I know, I just-- Just in case.*

***Claire:*** *We should be off. If all goes well, we’ll meet you all at the stadium, and Solomon will have a new prosthetic.*

She turns to a different section of the path, starting to walk down it with SOLOMON REED.

***Benjamin:*** *The rest of us… onto the stadium. Let’s get a move on.*

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**Scene #3**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - COMMENTATORS BOOTH**

NATHANIEL SHEPARD stands at the window, overlooking the football pitch below. His back faces NICK PARKER, who’s standing awkwardly near his desk, waiting.

***Nathaniel:*** *I know you’re wondering why I summoned you.*

***Nick:*** *Y-yes, sir.*

***Nathaniel:*** *You’re a loyal man, Nick. I’ve always given you credit for that. Today - it’s earned you a reward. I’m assigning you to be my new right-hand… Things just aren’t working out with Daniel.*

***Nick: (He smiles)*** *Oh - well, thank you, sir.*

***Nathaniel:*** *He takes me for a fool, he’s never trusted me, and now… he thinks I’m oblivious to what he’s doing. He’s a traitor. I need you to find him and stop him before he does anything too rash… I’m going to set the rest of our people up outside.*

***Nick:*** *A traitor? What’s he doing?*

***Nathaniel:*** *He came to me earlier, clearly very upset with the way things are here. He has no loyalty to me, I can only imagine he’s going to try to screw us over. I need you to keep an eye on him when you find him.*

***Nick:*** *Will do.*

***Nathaniel:*** *We can’t have him getting in the way anymore, he’s been given chance after chance, he just has no respect anymore. We have a battle to prepare for, he’s simply going to distract us. The very psychopath I had you protect is going to come here, it’s rather obvious. That sickly man wants to kill us all. It hasn’t all gone as I’d hoped, but… We need his ship. And we’re going to kill him and all of his men before they can do that to us to get it.*

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**Scene #4**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CELL BLOCK A**

WILLIAM REYNES sits up against the wall of the cell next to REBECCA DAWSON. It’s quiet, most people are keeping to themselves, while others are having hushed conversations. Rebecca glances at William, seeing him clenching his fist again.

***Rebecca:*** *You’ve been like this for hours. Talk to me.*

***William:*** *Badrick…*

William tosses a pebble across the cell, shaking his head.

***William:*** *Every time I see him - is just a friendly reminder Jacob died for nothing.*

***Rebecca:*** *Then it should also be a reminder that you shouldn’t let the same rage that consumed Jacob… consume you.*

He glances at her, slowly nodding.

***Rebecca:*** *William. If Jon’s plan works, if we somehow manage to get out of this, we need someone who’s going to make the calls on what we all do next.*

***William: (He frowns, looking away)*** *And you want me to do it, right?*

***Rebecca:*** *I think most of the people here want you to do that, but you have to be strong for everyone here to show them you’re the right one for it. You have to show them that acting out of anger isn’t going to help any of us.*

***William:*** *You sound a lot like the old Jacob. Don’t worry, that’s a good thing.*

***Rebecca:*** *I’ll take it as one* ***(She smiles)***.

***William:*** *I guess - someone has to try. And it’s definitely not gonna be Jared* ***(He glares at the sleeping Jared)***.

***Rebecca: Definitely*** *not.*

***William:*** *You should sleep. It’ll be time to wake up again soon anyway.*

William rests his head against the wall, shutting his eyes.

Across the cell, AUSTIN KINGSTON is on his feet, hands wrapped around the makeshift iron bars. He stares out into the hall.

***Aldus:*** *So what do you think it’ll be like when we’re out of this small cell? Like the status of the zombies, you think they’ll be in less numbers?*

***Austin:*** *Huh? Yeah - that, same amount of zombies - I don’t imagine it’ll be different.*

Austin steps away from the bars, sighing.

***Aldus:*** *What about Badrick? How long do you think it’ll be before he dies?*

ALBERT HANSON glances over at them.

***Albert:*** *I hope we get to kill him as soon as we get out.*

***Aldus:*** *I agree. But like - I don’t want anyone’s rage to get in the way and make it take longer, since we all harbor some sort of rage. It could turn out like Frankenstein’s monster where there’s this rage and it results in him dying. And in our scenario, it’s people who are imprisoned in a stadium of all places. And believe me, I want him dead and gone too, but I’m saying if you have a huge amount of rage, then just say so beforehand. But I do like the idea of an island… This town is small and boxed in.*

***Austin:*** *Ah - Badrick is… He’s a special kind of person. I mean, if I have the chance I’ll kill him. I’m not risking my life to kill him though - no, no. I’ve got to be honest - I’m just missing my alcohol right now. I know that-- some of you probably hate me for drinking all the time-- I can’t help it.*

DANIEL ROCKWELL twirls a set of keys in his hand, as he approaches the cell. Austin and the others hear the keys rattling, and look over.

***Austin:*** *Huh - are we getting out? Going to this island now?*

***Aldus:*** *I don’t know.*

JON MATTHEWS steps into the room behind Daniel, followed by FRASER STILLER.

***Austin:*** *Oh - look who it is.*

***Aldus:*** *The plan worked, I see.*

***Fraser:*** *Guys-- Boy it’s good to see you all.*

Jon stops in front of the cell, glaring inside.

***Jon:*** *Where’s Angela?*

***Aldus:*** *They took her.*

Jon turns to Daniel, staring him down.

***Jon:*** *Where is she?*

***Daniel:*** *I don’t know. I haven’t been here.*

***Jon:*** *Tell me where the fuck she is--*

***Daniel:*** *She could be in the dark room.*

***Austin:*** *The dark room - now that doesn’t sound nice.*

***Daniel:*** *It’s where prisoners who are being punished are sent. Nasty place. Look there. Follow the hall and take a right* ***(He tosses Jon a key)***. *Stay in cover, don’t do anything rash. I’ll update your friends.*

***Jon:*** *Yeah. Got it.*

Jon turns around with the key in hand, jogging off.

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**Scene #5**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - THE DARK ROOM**

ANGELA JAEGAR stares down at the ground, sitting against the wet floor.

***Angela:*** *How long do they usually keep us in here for?*

***Ed:*** *I find it difficult to keep track of time… sometimes an hour can feel like three. But if I were to guess… judging by my last visit… I’d say twenty-four hours or so.*

***Angela:*** *…I don’t even know how long it’s been already.*

***Ed:*** *I guess that’s what they wanted… To drive people insane in here, I dunno.*

***Angela:*** *Oh it’ll take a lot more than something like this. This is just a dark room with some murky water puddling it.*

***Ed:*** *It was enough to make me go crazy the first time… but maybe… Maybe that was just… It was my first day here. They locked me up right after I lost the others… so naturally I… I tried to escape immediately. What about Layton? Is he okay?*

***Angela:*** *Oh he’s still kicking about, don’t you worry.*

***Ed:*** *Great… You know… I did actually find myself surprised to have missed his voice while I was sitting in here alone. Even if it is all just ramblings.*

***Angela:*** *He certainly lightens the mood.*

***Ed:*** *We could use some lights in here, I can’t even see - see myself. Just hear my own voice bouncing off the walls.*

Angela lifts her head, hearing a thud coming from somewhere in the room. Then she sees light peeking through a doorway, as it creaks open. JON MATTHEWS steps in, looking around.

***Angela:*** *Jon…*

Jon swiftly approaches, helping her up. She hugs him. ED ANDERSON slowly gets up, the light from the door blinding him.

***Jon:*** *You - Ed, right?*

***Ed:*** *Affirmative… yes.*

***Jon:*** ***(He smiles at Angela)*** *Looks like you managed to reunite with your old pal in this - dark and gloomy shithole.*

She smiles, looking over to Ed.

***Angela:*** *I told you we had an escape plan.* ***(To Jon)*** *How the hell did you get us out?*

***Jon:*** *Well… truth is, I can’t take all the credit, we’ve had a fair bit of help from the inside. So I hope to god that this--* ***(He points at his bandaged up arm)*** *--wasn’t all for nothin’. Now come on - we’re gonna return to the others, we’re getting out of this place before shit hits the fan. I’ll explain on the way.*

***Angela: (She nods)*** *Ed, come.*

***Ed:*** *Right behind you.*

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**Scene #6**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CELL BLOCK A**

***Daniel:*** *So he’s coming here. With an army, most likely. Nathaniel has enabled him to do all of this. He’s lost his mind.*

***William:*** *He had a mind in the first place?*

***Layton:*** *Something tells me… that he might be coming here to kill us.*

***Albert:*** *Great. This is great.*

***Aldus:*** *Do you know where our weapons may be--*

***Austin:*** *Well why are you waiting? Open the cell and let’s go! I don’t wanna die!*

***Daniel:*** *I can get you all to the armoury… The reason I haven’t opened the cell yet is because I wanted to make sure you knew I was on your damn side first.*

***Aldus:*** *I understand as you’re being generous to tell us all this. And I thank you.*

***Austin:*** *We’re on your side, yeah.*

WILLIAM REYNES stands up, dusting himself off.

***William:*** *I appreciate that you’re taking a risk for us - we’ll pay you back. But the sooner we’re ready - the better.*

As DANIEL ROCKWELL is taking out his keys, ALDUS PAXTON glances through the bars, where he notices NICK PARKER strolling in.

***Aldus:*** *Who’s that?*

Nick stops dead in his tracks, realizing what was happening.

***Nick:*** *Son of a bitch--*

He rushes forward, grabbing the first man he can get his hands on - FRASER STILLER. Nick wraps his arm around Fraser’s neck, and draws his pistol, pointing it at Fraser’s head.

***Fraser:*** *Woah - woah!*

Daniel turns to face Nick.

***Daniel:*** *Easy, Nick…*

***Nick:*** *You goddamn traitor. Drop the keys.*

Daniel raises his hands, showing the keys in them.

***Daniel:*** *Look - look - I’m not doing anything with them. Now… hear me out, alright? Let the poor guy go, Nick… We’re doing this to save lives. Do you know what happened out on the road?*

***Nick:*** *Nathaniel was right about you… You think he’s dumb?*

***Daniel:*** *Grant’s dead. Lolida is severely hurt. All of that is Nathaniel’s doing. The fact that Badrick is even coming here… is his doing. We should’ve killed Badrick when we had the chance.*

***Nick:*** *They’re traitors too. Nathaniel knows what he’s doing. Now drop the damn keys.*

***Daniel:*** *I can’t do that… Just… consider what I’m saying.*

Nick presses his pistol against the side of Fraser’s skull, hard.

***Nick:*** *I’ll kill him.*

***Fraser:*** *AH!*

***Daniel:*** *Come on, Nick… you used to be good, don’t do this. Banoi - the island - it’s all bullshit.*

Nick stares at him with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open slightly. He starts to shake his head.

***Nick:*** *No, no, no. You’re lying. You just don’t believe in Nathaniel. We just need a boat. Now, Daniel - I won’t ask again. Drop the fucking keys.*

***Daniel:*** *Let him go.*

Nick shakes his head.

***Daniel:*** *Let him go… and I’ll drop them.*

***Nick:*** *I’m not going to negotiate. Drop the keys.*

A scalpel is shoved through the back of Nick’s neck, sticking out the other side. His arm drops to the side, still holding the gun, as he tumbles forward, choking on his blood. He claws at his neck, falling to the ground. He stares up at Daniel, as blood leaks out of his neck and mouth, until his movements cease. JON MATTHEWS looks down at Nick, before glancing up at Fraser.

***Jon:*** *I knew this scalpel would come in handy. Good thing you have it to me, Fraser. It saved your life.*

***Fraser:*** *Uh -- yeah, yeah…*

***William:*** *Holby City all over again.*

***Austin:*** *Well holy shit…*

***Aldus:*** *At least he didn’t fire off a shot.*

Daniel sighs, and goes to unlock the cell with his key. He twists the key, turning the lock, before pulling open the door. The group slowly starts to walk out in a line.

***Aldus:*** *And sorry for your loss, seeing you appeared to have known him for a while.*

***Daniel: (He frowns)*** *He was brainwashed.*

***William:*** *Aldus, you should’ve become a therapist.*

***Daniel:*** *Look - I need you all to follow my lead here. Nathaniel is still very much in control of this place. Now we* ***can*** *change that… but… Don’t go all guns-blazing, some of the people here can be convinced. Convinced that Nathaniel is wrong. Just give me time to do that. I can drop you all off at the armoury until then.*

***Aldus: (To William)*** *I would, but then I’d criticize the questionable stuff if I were not careful about my words.*

***Layton:*** *Hah. You sure do talk a lot.*

***Aldus:*** *I stole your job.*

ED ANDERSON walks into the block behind ANGELA JAEGAR, looking over at LAYTON ZIMMERS.

***Ed:*** *Ironic of you to say, Layton.*

***Layton:*** *Ed!*

***Ed:*** *Good to see you* ***(He smiles)***.

AUSTIN KINGSTON narrows his eyes at Ed, scratching his head.

***Austin:*** *Huh… Who’s this guy? We’re just - recruiting everyone here?*

***Ed:*** *We, uh… We met.*

***Austin:*** *We did?*

***Aldus:*** *At the coffee shop.*

***Angela:*** *Don’t take it too personally, Ed. He was a heavy-drinker still from what I saw of him.*

***William:*** *Alcoholic Austin has a ring to it.*

***Austin:*** *No - don’t call me that.*

***Daniel:*** *Come with me. I’m gonna take you all to the armoury--*

Daniel is cut off by the sounds of gunfire coming from outside.

***Albert:*** *What was that?*

***William:*** *Come the fuck on…*

***Austin:*** *Well - it probably wasn’t good.*

***Aldus:*** *I think we should move quickly.*

***Daniel:*** *Whatever it was, it wasn’t fucking good.*

Daniel speeds forward, leading them all.

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**Scene #7**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - ARMOURY**

DANIEL ROCKWELL swings open the door to the armoury, leading everyone inside.

***Daniel:*** *We have a plentiful supply of weapons… Take whatever’s left… A lot of it seems to have been checked out already.*

***Fraser:*** *Hey, uh, what about my friends in their cell?*

***Daniel:*** *I’m going to get them. And then I’m going to confront Nathaniel to figure out what the hell is going on. Once you’re armed, get out there.*

Daniel jogs out of the room quickly, leaving the others to choose their weapon.

***Austin:*** *Woah… so many to choose from.*

***Aldus:*** *Found my rifle.*

ALDUS PAXTON slings his rifle over his shoulder, while others go around grabbing guns.

***Jon:*** *Angela, oh Angela… lookie what I found for ya’.*

He presents to her a double-barrel shotgun. She takes it with a grin.

***Angela:*** *Thank you, darling.*

***Austin: (Mumbling)*** *There better be another shotgun in here--*

ED ANDERSON glances over at JON MATTHEWS and ANGELA JAEGAR.

***Ed:*** *So, uh… You two became a thing?*

***Jon:*** *That’s right, we did.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON grabs a shotgun he sees in the corner of the room.

***Austin:*** *Oh, yeah…*

He loads his pockets up with shells, before turning to leave. Once everyone else has grabbed their weapons and loaded up on ammo, they step out of the armoury.

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**Scene #8**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CELL BLOCK B**

DANIEL ROCKWELL rushes into the room, looking over at ISAAC MOSES, who’s still sitting by the cell.

***Zac:*** *Fucking finally. You’re back.*

***Kate:*** *What’s happened?*

Isaac stands up, looking at Daniel, who he can tell is concerned.

***Isaac:*** *What’s wrong?*

***Daniel:*** *Can’t go back now. We’ve begun. We’ve let your friends out, they are getting equipped in the armoury. Some bad shit seems like it’s about to go down outside. I have to go and deal with Nathaniel. Isaac, let these people out, and take them to the armoury to get equipped and join their friends.*

***Isaac:*** *On it, man--*

***Daniel:*** *Stay with them.*

***Isaac:*** *Hand me the keys.*

Daniel digs through his pocket, taking them out. He drops them in Isaac’s hand, before rushing out of the room. Isaac swiftly turns around, unlocking the cell door.

***Isaac:*** *Come on, folks.*

***Zac:*** *This went from zero to one-hundred real fucking quick. Consider me thrilled.*

***Kate:*** *Lead the way.*

***Isaac:*** *Alright, come on!*

Isaac jogs off, with ZAC BARNES, KATE BLOODSTONE and MARCUS DOWNES following him.

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**Scene #9**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - ARMOURY**

ISAAC MOSES and the others arrive at the armoury, which is now vacant. Isaac rushes inside, holding the door open for the others.

***Isaac:*** *I suggest you pick up what you’re comfortable with, folks. You’re gonna still wanna run around, I’m sure.*

ZAC BARNES slides an assault rifle off of the wall, while KATE BLOODSTONE grabs a pistol. MARCUS DOWNES rakes through the weapons, until he finds his revolver.

***Marcus:*** *This is mine.*

He picks it up, sliding it into his pocket. Isaac, meanwhile, grabs a semi-auto rifle for himself. All four of them ensure to pack as much ammo as they can carry, before heading out.

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**Scene #10**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - COMMENTATORS BOOTH**

He kicks open the door, aiming his pistol around the office… but Nathaniel is nowhere to be found.

***Daniel:*** *Nathaniel! We’re done with this. It’s over.*

NATHANIEL SHEPARD emerges from behind a wall, pointing a pistol towards DANIEL ROCKWELL, who points his own gun at Nathaniel in response.

***Nathaniel:*** *It appears we’ve reached a stalemate. I have to say… I’m disappointed in you, Daniel. I had so much trust placed in you… and yet here you are… single-handedly screwing us all over.*

***Daniel:*** *Do you even know how to handle a firearm properly?*

***Nathaniel:*** *I think I’m doing a fine job of it so far. I have it pointed in the right direction. It’s a good start.*

***Daniel:*** *Where is everyone? The place is empty.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Where do you think? Preparing for the fight of their lives. Badrick and his men - I believe they are here - and we need them all killed so we can take his ship and sail away.*

***Daniel:*** *So you heard the gunfire?*

***Nathaniel:*** *I’ve been* ***preparing*** *for it. If only you weren’t so against what I was doing here, I wouldn’t have had to replace you. Nick is a far more loyal man than you ever were.*

***Daniel:*** *You mean was.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Well… whatever you did to him, you traitorous bastard, I’m upset to find he’s perished. Now if you’ll excuse me… It’s time I was on my way out to join my forces on the field.*

***Daniel:*** *It’s too late. All of your prisoners are armed now. There’s no last defense, there’s no stealing his ship.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Daniel… let me tell congratulate you single-handedly fucking us all over, well done. Well fucking done indeed. I hope you’re happy. And let me tell you something…*

Daniel fires a shot at him, blowing off two of his fingers, making him drop his gun.

***Nathaniel:*** *GAHHH!*

***Daniel:*** *You talk too much.*

Daniel lowers his pistol, approaching him. Nathaniel covers his bleeding, mangled hand, wincing in pain.

***Nathaniel:*** *Fu-- You stupid bastard. Look what you’ve DONE!*

***Daniel:*** *I’m going to show you what you’ve done.*

He grabs Nathaniel by the collar, dragging him out of the room.

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**Scene #11**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - ENTRANCE ROOM - SECOND FLOOR**

JON MATTHEWS glares out one of the windows, where below, standing in front of the entrance, is what’s left of the Rasta army, standing over the corpses of the pathetic defense Nathaniel had set up. DELROY SHAKIR paces around, humming to himself, while Badrick is nowhere in sight. He glances down at his wrist watch, before continuing to pace.

***Jon:*** *Well, shit.*

***Aldus:*** *I could fire off a shot on that guy… But we’d risk dying.*

***Jon:*** *Do you ever think before you speak, Aldus?*

***Aldus:*** *I stated the outcome of it and indicated it’s a no. So - yes.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON peeks out the window, his eyes opening wide at the sight of the army.

***Austin:*** *Oh god - we’re fucked, we’re dead. This is it, guys - it was good knowing you all.*

***Rebecca:*** *I don’t see Badrick… Maybe the sickness got to him.*

***Aldus:*** *That’d explain that guy. Maybe a second in command?*

***William:*** *We’ll be fine. We have the advantage. Defenders always do.*

Delroy looks up at the window, grinning. He waves slowly at them.

***Albert:*** *He sees us--*

***Aldus:*** *I mean, he’s grinning, so yep - he does.*

ISAAC MOSES steps into the room with his rifle, looking on at everyone. Behind him, KATE BLOODSTONE, ZAC BARNES and MARCUS DOWNES walk in.

***Kate:*** *Guys…*

Kate runs over, hugging them all in a group, as Marcus and Zac approach the window, looking out.

***Marcus:*** *My fucking god…*

***Austin:*** *Good to see all of you alive - it won’t last long, though.*

***Zac:*** *So what do we do… Are we fighting these guys or are we bailing?*

***Isaac:*** *Do we have a choice to run?*

***Austin: (He shakes his head)*** *We’re doomed.*

***William:*** *It’s nothing we can’t handle*

***Isaac:*** *You know, I’m just a little old college professor. Never did I imagine - this happening in my lifetime.*

Below, Delroy holds up his hand, tapping at his watch.

***Delroy:*** *Wagwan ladies and gents - if you may hurry it up, I’d appreciate it.*

***Jon:*** *I say we set up a defense and do our worst.*

DANIEL ROCKWELL is seen turning a corner, dragging NATHANIEL SHEPARD along the floor. He’s whimpering in pain, holding his hand.

***Austin:*** *Oho - shit.*

***Isaac:*** *You did a number on him, didn’t you, Daniel.*

Daniel drags Nathaniel all the way to the window, forcing him to look outside.

***Daniel:*** *Look outside. Look at what you let happen. LOOK!*

Nathaniel’s eyes open wide, staring at his people, who are lined up on the ground, full of bullet holes. The Rasta army stands before them.

***Daniel:*** *What do you have to say?*

***Nathaniel:*** *You did this… you--*

***Isaac:*** *We didn’t do a thing, man.*

Daniel throws Nathaniel into the wall.

***Daniel:*** *Shut up.*

Nathaniel groans, still covering his mangled hand.

***Jon:*** *Ladies and gents… it’s safe to say we aren’t getting out of this without a fight. So hear me out while I pitch something. The front entrance can be used as our main chokepoint, it won’t last forever but it’s not meant to. It’ll just allow us to pick off a few of them before they breach the stadium. William - perhaps you should be the one leading everyone down there.*

WILLIAM REYNES looks to him, and nods slowly.

***Jon:*** *Marcus, Kate, Layton - and you two* ***(He points at Daniel and Isaac)***. *Cover the back entrance. The rest of us can all hold the front until we’re pushed back.*

***Albert:*** *This’ll be one hell of a fight…*

Nods are exchanged around the room. William looks down at the Rastas, seeing Delroy racking his deagle.

***Rebecca:*** ***(To William)*** *Let’s go. We need to set up down there.*

***Isaac:*** *Guess there ain’t no time to waste. Luck be with y’all.*

Isaac waves Daniel to follow him.

***Daniel:*** *Yeah… it’s just figuring out what to do with this bastard…*

Daniel glares down at Nathaniel.

***Nathaniel:*** *Everything I did… was for the greater good.*

Delroy turns to the Rasta army, raising his fist.

***Delroy:*** *And we have waited long enough, brothers.*

Rastas raise their guns up at the stadium, and more specially at the windows that the survivors are looking out of. Delroy opens his hand, signaling the Rastas to open fire.

***Marcus:*** *GET DOWN!*

***Austin:*** *AH--*

The Rastas light up the room that the survivors are in, shattering every window. Bullets ricochet inside, flying everywhere. Amidst the chaos, Nathaniel crawls away, disappearing into a room. Once Daniel notices Nathaniel missing, he decides it’s time to go.

***Daniel:*** *Isaac - take those who are needed to the back entrance. I need to find him!*

***Isaac:*** *Sure!*

***Marcus:*** *Let’s go.*

***Zac:*** *Marcus. Break a leg.*

***Marcus:*** *Yeah. You too.*

Isaac stands, rushing out of the room with Marcus, Kate and LAYTON ZIMMERS.

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**Scene #12**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - INFIRMARY**

VIVIAN FINKLING looks up, hearing the thundering booms of gunshots coming from outside. She shakes her head, turning back to LOLIDA WINDFIELD, pressing an ice pack firmly against his head.

***Vivian:*** *I apologize for the noise. There must be - a problem.*

She leaves Lolida for a second, opening the door to the hallway. A glance down both sides of the hall reveals nothing, and so she goes back inside to Lolida.

***Lolida:*** *Anything…?*

***Vivian:*** *I’m unsure. Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with us. We will be fine.*

***Lolida:*** *That-- that’s good…*

***Vivian:*** *How’s your head?*

***Lolida:*** *It’s doing good, doing--*

There’s a sudden crash coming from right behind Vivian. She spins her head around, where, for the briefest of moments, she stares at DAMERAE BADRICK sprinting towards her with rage. The man tackles Vivian to the ground in anger, pinning her down.

***Vivian:*** *LOLIDA - RUN!*

Lolida looks on in shock, before stumbling off of his bed, grunting.

***Badrick:*** *I have missed you, doctor.*

Vivian scratches at Badrick’s face - specifically on his burnt side, desperately trying to get him off. Lolida staggers his way to the door, but stops to look back.

***Badrick:*** *GH-- YOU BITCH!*

***Lolida:*** *B--BADRICK--*

***Vivian:*** *RUN, RUN!*

***Lolida:*** *FUCK!*

Badrick, in a fit of rage, presses his two thumbs into Vivian’s eyes, pushing down. Vivian wails out in pain, squirming around on the floor. Lolida stumbles out of the infirmary in shock, making his way down the hall. Out of breath, Badrick sits up, taking his hands away from Vivian’s face. Blood streams out of her eye sockets and nostrils, both eyes having been crushed. She continues to yell in agony.

***Badrick:*** *I am sorry, doctor… but I cannot have you here to help these people anymore.*

He grins, pulling a giant knife out of his back pocket.

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**Scene #13**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - ENTRANCE ROOM - FIRST FLOOR**

On the first floor, most of the group is sitting in cover, preventing the Rastas from pushing into the building. Gunfire constantly rings out, but not many people are landing shots. A bullet ricochets off a metal pipe next to FRASER STILLER, who’s sitting behind cover, frozen with fear.

***Zac:*** *Fraser - stay with us, buddy. You need to focus if you want to get out of this alive.*

Fraser looks at him and nods quickly, but stays put.

***Zac: (He grabs Fraser’s arm)*** *Alright?*

***Fraser:*** *Yes. Got it.*

JON MATTHEWS ducks down to reload his assault rifle.

***Jon:*** *Alright… alright… we’ve got it. What did I tell ya’?*

ALBERT HANSON pops out to fire a few shots, but is immediately met with gunfire, forcing him down back.

***Albert:*** *We aren’t ever going to get a clear shot.*

***Austin:*** *I said it before - and I’ll say it again. We are fucked, totally fucked.*

A grenade is tossed overhead, landing in the middle of all of them.

***Jon:*** *GRENADE! DISPERSE!*

***William:*** *Oh, shit--*

WILLIAM REYNES grabs REBECCA DAWSON, diving out of the way. ZAC BARNES grabs Fraser’s arm again, pulling him away. The others all get away just as the grenade explodes. It destroys a large portion of the group’s cover, rendering their position useless.

***Jon:*** *They are gonna use this to push in! Everyone fall back to different positions! The entrance is lost!*

Rastas start moving up, being led by DELROY SHAKIR, as the group rush back into a different part of the stadium.

***Jon:*** *We need to fall back out into the pitch - we can create another chokepoint there! Come on!*

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**Scene #14**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PARKING LOT**

EDWARD REMAR stands across the massive parking lot, listening to the distant crackling of gunfire coming from the stadium they’re headed toward. He glimpses squads of people charging inside, and deduces that they can only be one group of people… Rastas.

***Dean:*** *So much for shelter…*

***Edward:*** *This is it - our second chance… They are attacking the stadium - that means Badrick is in there.*

***Benjamin:*** *No. I’ve seen enough fighting for one day.*

***Dean:*** *He’s-- he’s right.*

***Edward:*** *This is your chance to use Mike’s sacrifice, Benjamin!*

***Benjamin:*** *It’ll just get us killed.*

***Dean:*** *We lost Mike because of this, we’ve failed once - why twice?*

***Edward:*** *No, no, no - look. There’s clearly a force resisting in there. This is more than what we did - this is a proper battle. We just have to join the right side. I’m not going to let Badrick get away, NOT AGAIN!*

Edward begins to limp forward hastily, abandoning the others.

***Benjamin:*** *So that’s it? You just rush in with or without us?*

***Edward:*** *Precisely!*

He hobbles off into the parking lot.

***Dean:*** *I… Should we?*

***Clyde:*** *Edward - wait!*

CLYDE ROLLINS frowns, turning to DEAN HOWARDS, BENJAMIN TAYLOR and RANDALL FORSTER.

***Clyde:*** *Well… I’m not - I’m not brave enough for a battle… or a gunfight -- ah, that’s the same thing. I’m not brave enough for a war but -- we can’t let Edward die. I can’t.*

***Benjamin:*** *Even with how stupid he’s being?*

***Clyde:*** *Even with that considered* ***(He nods)***. *He’s the best friend I have… One eye or not… I’m joining him.*

Clyde pulls out his pistol, and rushes after Edward.

***Dean:*** *If Clyde’s going, I guess that’s the que.*

Dean goes after them.

***Randall: (He sighs)*** *Well, fuck it then.* ***(He looks at Benjamin)*** *I know you’re conflicted ‘bout the death of your friend, yeah. Maybe you don’t know if he wanted you to live on without chasing this anymore, or if he wanted you to live on with another chance to kill Badrick. You might be scared you’re gonna dishonour him… but that man seemed to be fiercely loyal to you… He died fighting for you… and here we are with another opportunity to make things right. We might as well, eh?*

Randall jogs off to catch up with them, leaving Benjamin on his own.

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**Scene #15**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - LATE MORNING**

REBECCA DAWSON fires off her pistol towards a Rasta, missing. She ducks back down, looking at everyone, who have taken cover behind crates, vehicles, and other things sitting on the field.

***Rebecca:*** *We need to hold this entrance - we can’t let them funnel out here.*

JON MATTHEWS shoots at a Rasta, as does ALBERT HANSON and ALDUS PAXTON, but all shots are non-fatal. When ANGELA JAEGAR peeks out of cover to try and get a shot off, she has her gun shot out of her hands, breaking it,

***Angela:*** *Fuck!*

Jon takes out his spare pistol and tosses it to Angela. The survivors continue to fire upon the Rastas. Meanwhile, FRASER STILLER is lying in cover, flinching at every gunshot that comes near him.

***Zac:*** *Fraser - hey. Fraser!*

He shakes him.

***Fraser:*** *I’m sorry - I’m-- I’m not used to all this.*

DELROY SHAKIR pushes forward with a small team of Rastas. When Rebecca pops out of cover next, she spots them, and opens fire, hitting one of them in the shoulder. Delroy, after noticing her, aims his deagle up and fires a single round towards her. Rebecca grunts, falling back behind cover. She looks down at her chest, seeing a hole in her shirt, blood pouring out quickly.

***Albert:*** *Oh, shit.*

***Austin:*** *What happened-- Aw, shit. We lost one, didn’t we?*

WILLIAM REYNES looks over, seeing her. He jumps up, rushing over to her cover, ducking down. He starts to look around frantically, seeing Fraser a little ways down the pitch, behind cover with ZAC BARNES. William picks Rebecca up and sprints as fast as he can over to them, stopping and getting down when he arrives next to them.

***Zac:*** *Fraser. Fraser-- you can help her!*

***Fraser:*** *I--I’m not qualified for this - I-I’m not-- I’m good enough for this.*

William looks up at Fraser with desperation.

***William:*** *Save her - save her now. Please.*

***Fraser:*** *I… Hoist her up! We can take her to the doctor - she knows what she’s doing. Come on!*

The others pop out of cover, proving covering fire.

***Zac:*** *The rest of you hold the line.*

***Jon:*** *You got it.*

***William:*** *Infirmary - okay. Everyone else, just stay strong.*

William picks Rebecca up, and starts running across the field with Fraser and Zac, avoiding gunfire.

***Austin:*** *Wh-- They’re just going to leave us? Now we’re down to like - three people!*

***Jon:*** *There’s a lot more than three of us.*

***Austin:*** *Maybe like - five.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON stands up out of cover, firing his shotgun towards the Rasta line, before ducking back down. He looks over, seeing a man running towards them, juggling something in his hands - it’s ED ANDERSON.

***Angela:*** *Ed, where the hell have you been?*

***Ed:*** *Here, here--*

Ed lays down a few grenades onto the grass.

***Ed:*** *I went to the armoury.*

***Jon:*** *Good man. Everyone take one… We throw them to keep them at bay.*

***Austin:*** *Oho, now that’s what we needed.*

The six of them that remain take one of the grenades, preparing to toss them overhead.

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**Scene #16**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - INFIRMARY**

FRASER STILLER sprints down the hallway. ZAC BARNES and WILLIAM REYNES, who’s carrying REBECCA DAWSON, are following close behind.

***Fraser:*** *Come on - come on, almost there!*

***Zac:*** *How is she?*

***William:*** *Bleeding - fast.*

Fraser throws open the infirmary room door, staggering inside. He immediately halts, discovering something horrifying. VIVIAN FINKLING’s corpse is laid out on the floor, eyes gouged up, her stomach disemboweled. Blood and guts are smeared out across the floor. Fraser gags, looking away.

***Fraser:*** *I--*

Zac and William rush inside.

***Zac:*** *What - what is it? Oh…*

William brushes past them and Vivian, and lays Rebecca down onto the surgery table.

***Zac:*** *Fraser - you have to help her.*

***William:*** *Just - do your doctor magic. Please.*

***Fraser:*** *Alright - alright… I can try.*

Fraser approaches Rebecca, rolling up his sleeves.

***Fraser:*** *I just have to stop the bleeding for now…*

He shakes his head, and blinks rapidly, trying to stay focused. He grabs bandages and rags, starting to get to work, all the while his mind is clouded with the thoughts of when he failed to save Cassandra on the first day. He remembers being yelled and cursed at by Zac.

***Zac:*** *Fraser, you’ve got this, alright, pal? You’ve got this… just focus.*

Fraser nods slowly, continuing to work. He looks over at Rebecca’s face, seeing her skin getting pale. He frowns, becoming discouraged, but he keeps going. William sits down into a chair, his legs twitching, hands jittering.

***Fraser: (To Zac)*** *Hold your hand there for a second--* ***(He points)***

Zac does as instructed. As he does, Fraser goes over to a counter, grabbing a small pair of tweezers. His hands shake as he goes back over to the table, holding the tweezers above the wound.

***Zac:*** *Fraser… Breathe. You’ve got this.*

He nods quickly, focusing. Slowly, he manages to extract the bullet in one piece, and lays it aside. Minutes pass as Fraser examines the wound, ensuring that nothing was seriously damaged. He cleans the wound up, and dresses it. By the end of it, Fraser is exhausted, and Rebecca has gone unconscious.

***Zac:*** *How is she?*

Fraser turns around, collapsing into a chair, sweating.

***Fraser:*** *She… She’ll live.*

***Zac:*** *You fucking did it - see - you did it.*

He grins, kneeling beside Fraser.

***William:*** *You - absolute champ.*

William stands up, relieved. He grabs Fraser, pulling him into a hug.

***Zac:*** *Get back out there, William. We’ve got this covered. They are gonna continue to push in.*

William exhales, nodding.

***William:*** *Stay safe.*

Zac nods, as William turns to the door, hurrying out.

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**Scene #17**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - COMMENTATORS BOOTH**

DELROY SHAKIR pushes open the door. It creaks open slowly, as Delroy steps inside, his rifle aimed up.

A gun rests in NATHANIEL SHEPARD’s hand, his body slumped over in his chair by his desk. His brains are splattered over the window behind him - he’d taken the easy way out. Delroy fully steps inside, waving his team of Rastas to follow him.

***Delroy:*** *You know what to do, boys.*

Delroy points towards the windows overlooking the pitch. Delroy kicks Nathaniel and his chair out of the way, his corpse falling to the floor. Rastas with sniper rifles approach the windows, taking position.

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**Scene #18**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - HALLWAYS**

LOLIDA WINDFIELD leans against the wall, slowly making his way down a hallway. His head is pounding, and he’s panting from having to move. As Lolida approaches an intersection where two hallways meet, DANIEL ROCKWELL pops out, his pistol aimed at Lolida.

***Daniel:*** *Oh-- It’s you. Fuck.*

He lowers the gun, as Lolida starts to tear up, shaking his head.

***Daniel:*** *What is it?*

***Lolida:*** *He- he killed her. I failed her, man. I failed her--*

***Daniel:*** *What do you mean? Spit it out - what happened?*

***Lolida:*** *Badrick… He ran into the infirmary. He-- he must’ve killed Vivian, she told me to run. I couldn’t fucking save her--*

Lolida slides down the wall, holding his head in pain.

***Daniel: (He frowns)*** *Look… this place has gone to shit… I need to get you out of here.*

***Lolida:*** *Where’s… Grant? Isn’t he supposed to be with you…?*

***Daniel:*** *Grant - Grant’s dead, Lolida… The crash?*

***Lolida:*** *What… No - what? No, wait, I thought-- Did- did Badrick do it?*

Daniel looks around, and happens to see DAMERAE BADRICK turning a corner down the hall where Lolida had come from. He chuckles, raising a pistol towards them. He fires, bullets banging off the walls next to them. Lolida, scared, gets behind a wall with Daniel.

***Daniel:*** *I’ll hold him - get OUT of the stadium, Lolida. Go!*

Lolida stands, looking at Daniel, who shoots his pistol around the corner towards Badrick.

***Daniel:*** *You’re sick and dying you old creep!*

***Lolida:*** *Daniel! No - please, you gotta--*

Daniel turns the corner fully, seeing that Badrick is gone. He walks forward a couple steps, and notices a stairwell door open. Before Daniel can give chase, five Rastas come charging down the hall that Badrick had come from. They open fire down the hall, forcing Daniel back into cover. Lolida shields himself, running off down the hall.

On the other side of that hallway, EDWARD REMAR comes storming up to Daniel. Behind him is CLYDE ROLLINS, DEAN HOWARDS and RANDALL FORSTER. They take cover from the five Rastas.

***Edward:*** *I remember you. You all decided to take a stand against Badrick?*

***Daniel:*** *Yeah… you came at a good time.*

***Edward:*** *Where is Badrick… Have you seen him?*

Daniel quickly points around the corner towards the stairwell door.

***Daniel:*** *He just ran up there.*

Edward grips his shotgun, turning the corner. He instantly obliterates one of the Rastas who was moving up the hall with his shotgun. He then gets back behind the wall, pumping the shotgun.

***Edward:*** *Then I need to go get him.*

***Dean:*** *Damn. I guess I knew you were serious, but - huh…*

Clyde shoots around the corner with his pistol, but it misses completely. When Randall goes to shoot, he drops two more of the Rastas. Only two left.

***Dean: (To Clyde)*** *It takes some time getting used to. Trust me, I know.*

Dean turns the corner with his UZI. He sprays at a Rasta who pops out to shoot at him. The Rasta falls back after being lit by bullets, whereas Dean falls back from the recoil. He crawls back into cover.

***Dean:*** *Perfect example.*

Daniel aims his pistol down the hall, patiently waiting for the last Rasta to show himself. As soon as he does, Daniel plants a single bullet into his head.

***Daniel:*** *Clear.*

***Edward:*** *We need to get up to the stairs to find him now… we don’t have any more time to lose!*

***Clyde:*** *I liked… contributing.*

Edward leads the group into the stairwell.

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**Scene #19**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - LATE MORNING**

JON MATTHEWS pulls the pin, throwing their final grenade over towards the Rastas. They hear it blow up, accompanied by a man’s scream. Jon then picks his rifle back up, pulling out his magazine. He sighs.

***Jon:*** *Shit - how are you all on ammo?*

***Angela:*** *I’m almost out.*

***Albert:*** *I’ve got one clip left. Dammit.*

***Austin:*** *Uh - I don’t know, some rounds.*

***Aldus:*** *I haven’t used too much on my rifle, but it’s gonna be gone. And I’m almost out for my side arm.*

***Ed:*** *I can run back to the armoury. I can get us some more--*

***Jon:*** *You won’t make it back there. Knowing them - they’ll already be surrounding the pitch using the hallways. This entrance isn’t going to last forever.*

Jon looks over, seeing WILLIAM REYNES bolting back across the pitch. He dives down into cover beside them.

***Albert:*** *He’s back.*

***Jon:*** *How is she?*

***William:*** *She’s - gonna live. Or so Fraser says.*

***Angela:*** *We’ve managed to dent their numbers holding this position… We just have to be able to hold it a little longer.*

A bullet skims past William’s head, close enough for him to hear it travelling. He ducks down.

***William:*** *Too close.*

***Austin:*** *Better get your head down, bud.*

***Aldus:*** *Guys - I wanna be honest. This is as bad as the mall shootout.*

***William:*** *We’re probably gonna get surrounded.*

***Jon:*** *It’s an ideal time to start moving back.*

***Austin:*** *Move back where?*

***Aldus:*** *But we need ammo. We could take some ammo off any near corpses.*

ANGELA JAEGAR peeks out of cover for a second, shooting two Rastas dead with her pistol.

***William:*** *Look up in the stands.*

He points into the stands, seeing Rastas beginning to set up positions in them.

***William:*** *Just move back, we need another chokepoint.*

***Jon:*** *Alright, on the count of--*

A bullet hits the grass right beside Jon - in a way that it couldn’t have been fired from the Rastas they were holding off. He looks around, confused.

***Jon:*** *What the fuck?*

***Austin:*** *Huh?*

Angela shoots another Rasta dead, before getting back down, her pistol now out of ammo. Jon narrows his eyes, looking around.

***Jon:*** *We’ve got snipers…*

***Austin:*** *SNIPERS?!*

William looks around, following the bullet’s path, until he concludes that it came from up in the commentators booth.

***William:*** *It’s--*

He watches a muzzle flash come from inside the booth. A bullet pierces the back of Angela’s skull. She falls forward, instantly dead. Jon sits still, staring at her, the sound of the bullet ringing in his mind.

***Ed:*** *Shit - they are BEHIND US - up there!* ***(He points at the commentators booth)***

ED ANDERSON, AUSTIN KINGSTON, ALBERT HANSON and ALDUS PAXTON scramble to find new cover, where they’d be protected from both the front and back. William rushes over to Jon, grabbing him, and pulling him to a new position with him.

***William:*** *Stay here - I need you guys to stay here. I can get the snipers.* ***(To Jon)*** *Just stay with us.*

***Albert:*** *We’ve gotta run into the hallways - they’ll snipe us if we just sit here.*

Jon stares ahead blankly, not paying attention.

***Austin:*** *OI, JON! YOU WITH US?*

***William:*** *Albert - Austin, get over here.*

***Austin:*** *YEAH--*

Austin crawls over to him, staying as low as possible.

***William:*** *Keep Jon covered, find a chokepoint, and stay alive.*

Albert nods confidently.

***Austin:*** *UH - OKAY!*

***William:*** *That is the priority. Keep yourselves alive.*

William jumps up, pulling out his blade. He rushes into the nearest hallway, managing to escape the gunfire of the Rastas.

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**Scene #20**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - HALLWAYS**

WILLIAM REYNES dashes down the hall, the sounds of gunfire coming from everywhere. As William is coming up to another hallway, he’s met with a hail of bullets, forcing him to stop and get down, pinning William down. He sits in cover, hearing the Rastas reload, before moving up. Then there’s a burst of gunfire from in the hall, shouts and screams accompanying it. William stands, looking down the hall, where he sees ZAC BARNES standing by the infirmary with his rifle. FRASER STILLER stands next to him, holding his weapon nervously. Three Rastas lay dead in the hallway. Zac nods to William, and fires down the hallway to keep him covered while he moves on.

William sprints down more halls and corridors, passing by LAYTON ZIMMERS sitting behind a piece of rubble, yelling nonsense. He runs on, until arriving near the back of the stadium, where a bullet zooms past his head. He slides down into cover behind a wall, and glances out, watching as the Rasta who shot at him is killed himself. KATE BLOODSTONE reloads, and rushes across the hall to find new cover, while MARCUS DOWNES and ISAAC MOSES fire their guns to keep her covered. William keeps out of the way of gunfire, and makes his way down another hall, finally nearing a stairwell, when he comes face to face with a wave of zombies. He jumps back, and is forced to rush back out onto the pitch.

**Scene #20 Cont.**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - LATE MORNING**

William runs out, gunfire still being exchanged throughout the pitch, though the Rastas are running low on people. ED ANDERSON is seen sitting behind a piece of debris by himself, staying clear of a sniper that’s taking shots at him. ALBERT HANSON and ALDUS PAXTON are close to each other, shooting down the pitch to keep them at bay, while AUSTIN KINGSTON is sitting behind cover, holding his shotgun to his chest. As William rushes across the field, a lone Rasta charges at him, wrestling him to the ground. William grabs the man’s knife, and plunges it into his stomach, throwing the man off him. He gets to his feet, and starts going across the field again, where he notices JON MATTHEWS snapping out of his state. He racks his rifle, and stands up, gunning down three Rastas, before ducking back down. He nods to William, as he runs into another hallway, nearing another stairwell.

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**Scene #21**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - COMMENTATORS BOOTH**

WILLIAM REYNES slowly cracks the door open, peeking inside. He spots four snipers standing in front of the windows, aiming down. William narrows his eyes, and steps in silently, pistol in hand. He sneaks up behind one of the Rastas, and draws his blade, burying it into his back. The man lets out a scream, causing the three other Rastas to turn around in surprise. William flips over a coffee table towards them as they shoot at him. One of the bullets fly through the wooden table, hitting William in the arm. He powers through the pain, and charges into another Rastas, throwing his sniper away, and tossing him towards the last two Rastas, who fire threw their own man, killing him. As the corpse slumps over, William fires a clean shot through the second-to-last Rasta’s head. He throws his pistol at the last one, before slamming him into the wall, grappling with him. Eventually, he manages to snap the man’s neck.

A slow clap is heard, as DELROY SHAKIR steps out of a smaller office section in the booth.

***Delroy:*** *I am -- impressed. But that--my friend--was merely a cockfight.* ***(He rolls up his sleeves)*** *And they don’t say I have the biggest cock for nothing - believe me. Both literally and metaphorically* ***(He grins)***.

William bends down to pick up his gun.

***Delroy:*** *Oh - I’m sorry to say guns will be prohibited here on out.*

Delroy opens his suit to reveal a bomb vest strapped around him, wires connecting everywhere.

***Delroy:*** *It is linked to my heart rate - so if I die… you die.*

William stares at him, before dropping his pistol.

***William:*** *I always wanted to punch that smile off your face anyway.*

He spits into his hands, and rubs them together, slowly approaching Delroy. Delroy moves gracefully, before abruptly planting a hard kick into William’s chest. William stumbled back, smashing through the coffee table. He grunts, standing back up.

***William:*** *Not - fair, you long-legged fuck.*

Delroy runs at him, preparing for another kick, but this time William is ready. He catches his leg, and swings him to the ground, delivering a powerful punch to his nose. Delroy’s nose cracks, blood spilling out onto his suit. Angered, he swipes William’s leg, making him fall over again. Both men get back up, and go at each other again, throwing punches at kicks at each other. William eventually gets the upper hand, smashing Delroy’s head against one of the windows, cracking it. In response, Delroy plants another kick at William, this time directly where his liver is. William stumbles back, nearly falling over, whilst Delroy runs forward, bringing his fist back. As Delroy nears him, William suddenly reveals his knife, jamming it into Delroy’s throat. The man’s fist drops to his side, as he starts choking on his blood. Delroy stumbles back towards the window, and looks up to see William raising his boot. He kicks Delroy out of the window, sending him falling into the stands below -- when suddenly - *boom*. The bomb vest explodes, sending bits of pieces of Delroy everywhere, raining down onto the pitch. William sits down wearily, looking down at his bleeding arm.

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**Scene #22**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - HALLWAYS**

DAMERAE BADRICK stumbles down the hall, coughing wildly, blood dribbling down his mouth. With every cough, blood drops onto the floor, leaving a clear trail behind him. Badrick eventually falls, losing control of his body. He touches the burnt side of his face, and looks at his hand, seeing it covered in blood. He stands back up wearily, grunting as he leans against the wall for support, slowly making his way down the hall. Eventually, he runs into a group of seven Rastas.

***Rasta:*** *The battle is sweeping up, sir. We have to retreat.*

***Badrick:*** *No, no-- They are supposed to be dead. All of them. If it’s the last thing I do…*

Badrick pushes one of them out of his way, but stops upon hearing the pump of a shotgun come from down the hall behind him. He alerts his men, pointing back, before he points at two of the Rastas.

***Badrick:*** *Get me-- to a better vantage point.*

***Rasta:*** *The dead are closing in, sir. There is a cement mixer in the parking lot outside, we will get you there.*

Badrick nods weakly, groaning in pain. The two Rastamen escort Badrick around the corner and towards a stairwell to leave.

EDWARD REMAR turns another corner to see the five Rastas Badrick had left behind to cover the hall. They immediately open fire, hitting Edward in his arm as he jumps into cover. Edward cries out in pain, dropping his shotgun. He sits there behind the wall, hearing footsteps coming down the hall. He looks up, seeing a Rasta turn the corner, his rifle aimed down at Edward’s head.

And then the Rasta is shot in the head, his body collapsing in front of Edward. CLYDE ROLLINS stands in the hallway with a pistol, his hands jittering.

***Clyde:*** *EDWARD!*

DEAN HOWARDS and RANDALL FORSTER charge in behind Clyde, firing down towards the remaining four Rastas, keeping them pinned.

***Dean:*** ***(To Edward)*** *This is why you shouldn’t go ahead!*

***Edward:*** *Clyde… All of you. Listen to me. You have to hold them here - I have to go after him. I caught a glimpse of Badrick going -- he’s nearly dead. I have to do this.*

***Dean:*** *You almost LOST your head!*

***Clyde:*** *Edward - your arm--*

***Edward:*** *I HAVE TO GO - WE CAN’T ARGUE! Just hold them!*

***Randall:*** *Go!*

***Dean:*** *Give him hell, man!*

Randall rapidly shoots his pistol down the hall, forcing the Rastas to stay in cover. Edward gets to his feet, and hobbles down the hall with his cane and his shotgun.

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**Scene #23**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PARKING LOT - LATE MORNING**

DAMERAE BADRICK limps through the parking lot, his two men escorting him alone. The cement mixer isn’t far from them. However, EDWARD REMAR catches up to them, barging through the exit door. Badrick looks back, seeing the maniac.

***Badrick:*** *GH-- BEHIND!*

The two Rastas let go of Badrick, shooting back at Edward, forcing him to take cover behind a dumpster. One of the Rastas goes right, the other goes left. They start pushing towards the dumpster. Edward peeks out quickly, noticing what they were doing. He grips his shotgun tight, and pops out to shoot the Rasta to his right, obliterating him with the blast of the shotgun shell. He pumps the gun quickly, spinning around, but he has no time to shoot the second Rasta, who’s already aiming at Edward.

There’s a gunshot, but it isn’t Edward who’s shot. The second Rasta falls to the side having been headshotted. BENJAMIN TAYLOR lowers his pistol, approaching Edward. He offers him a hand, and pulls him to his feet. Edward gives him a single nod, before he rushes out from behind the dumpster, seeing Badrick lying on the ground next to the cement mixer.

***Edward:*** *BADRICK! I PROMISED… I WAS GOING TO MAKE YOU SUFFER!*

Badrick looks up at him, raising one of his hands weakly, though it quickly drops. He can barely move. Blood is streaming down his face, almost all of the skin on his burnt side having been peeled off, showing nothing but burnt flesh, muscles and tissue. His left eye socket is nothing but a dark void.

***Edward:*** *No… Not after everything. I FORBID YOU TO DIE. STAY ALIVE YOU SICK - FUCKING BASTARD!*

Edward kneels down next to the man, shaking him.

***Edward:*** *YOU DON’T GET OFF THIS EASILY!*

***Badrick:*** *Ggh…*

He stops shaking Badrick, noticing him slowly turn his face to look up at Edward. Using up all of the strength he has left, Badrick **smiles** at him.

***Badrick:*** *Do… Do--*

Badrick starts coughing, choking on his own blood.

***Edward:*** *NO--*

He flips Badrick to the side, making him cough up the blood on the ground. It spews out of his mouth onto the pavement.

***Badrick:*** *Do you… Feel… sa--satisfied? Was all the--hell--you went through - worth it? Will it feel good - knowing… you weren’t the one -- to truly kill me?*

***Edward:*** *I-- I am the one to kill you. I will feel satisfied.*

Badrick looks up again, where he sees Benjamin standing above Edward, staring down at him expressionless.

***Badrick:*** *Ben-jamin… How is your little girl? Swell… I hope. How does that make you feel? Do you want your revenge… I am right here… Take it.*

***Benjamin:*** *I feel nothing. I don’t care about you. I’m not going to stress over you again. Look at you. I don’t even need to raise a finger and you’re going to die regardless.*

Benjamin turns around, walking off.

***Edward:*** *NO - YOU DON’T GET THE SATISFACTION OF TAKING THIS AWAY FROM ME!*

Edward screams out, pulling his knife, and driving into Badrick’s stomach. Badrick gasps, the breath being taken from him.

***Badrick:*** *GH--*

Edward rips the knife out and stabs him again, and again, and again. He plunges the knife into his stoamch once more, this time sliding it upwards, cutting open his stomach. Badrick lays against the ground, his mouth bubbling, foaming with blood. Edward stabs him over and over, and slams his head against the pavement. He shoves his hand into the stomach that he’d cut open, and tosses Badrick’s guts aside in rage.

When all is done, Edward sits back, breathing heavily. His hands are coated in blood, and Damerae Badrick lays dead in front of him.

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**Scene #24**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - LATE MORNING**

MARCUS DOWNES steps out onto the pitch with KATE BLOODSTONE. They look around, seeing dead Rastas scattered all over. The gunfire has stopped, the battle is over. Kate and Marcus look over towards the middle of the field, seeing JON MATTHEWS and ED ANDERSON sitting beside ANGELA JAEGAR’s body. Jon slowly shuts Angela’s eyes. ALBERT HANSON, AUSTIN KINGSTON and ALDUS PAXTON and sitting together, taking a breather. LAYTON ZIMMERS is seen sitting on a bench across the pitch next to ALEX WEISS. Frowning, Marcus and Kate turn to go back into the halls of the stadium.

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**Scene #25**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - COMMENTATORS BOOTH**

DANIEL ROCKWELL steps into the commentators booth, seeing four Rastas lying dead on the ground. He walks around, noticing WILLIAM REYNES sitting silently on a chair. He steps over to him, helping William up. As he does, he looks over on the ground, spotting the dead body of NATHANIEL SHEPARD. He stares at it, before helping William out of the room.

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**Scene #26**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - HALLWAYS**

KATE BLOODSTONE slowly walks down a hallway, passing by the corpse of somebody here and there. MARCUS DOWNES walks beside her, the both of them studying the bodies, discovering that they’re nobody they know. They come up to another hall, and turn, seeing the infirmary up ahead. Kate stops in her tracks, tears filling her eyes. Marcus looks at her confused, before he looks towards the infirmary, seeing ZAC BARNES’s corpse lying just in front of the door. Next to him, is the body of FRASER STILLER. Both of their bodies are filled with bullet holes, and many Rastas are seen lying dead in the hall. They’d died defending Rebecca inside the infirmary.

Marcus falls to one knee, then the other. He frowns deeply, looking at the floor. Kate puts a hand on his shoulder, as she sobs quietly.