A Common Enemy/Transcript

*“Enjoy what you’ve got while it lasts, or when it’s gone, if it does go, you’ll regret it!”* *—Fraser*

**Starring:**

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

Simon Quarterman as FELIX QUARTERMAN

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Erin Richards as ERIN MONROE

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

Nicholas Hoult as CLAYTON FREEMAN

**Also Starring**

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Jon Bernthal as QUINCY ATHERTON

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

David Lyons as SHANE HAYWOOD

**Guest Starring**

Anthony Carrigan as ROBIN CLARKE

Michael Keaton as CURTIS VAN HORN

Eiza Gonzalez as MONICA REYNOLDS

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

Kevin Spacey as WILBUR WRIGHT

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Isabelle Allen as SARAH TAYLOR

Daniel Bruhl as ALEX WEISS

**Co-Starring**

Roscoe Orman as DA’JONTE WOODARD

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - AFTERNOON**

It’s been two days since the Rastas have moved into town, and the mall group has been put on high alert ever since. On the roof, WILLIAM REYNES sits on a folding chair by the ledge, a sniper rifle in his lap. Nearby, FRASER STILLER is standing, looking out into Willamette, whilst ALDUS PAXTON sits quietly on the other side of the roof, keeping a lookout as well. Meanwhile, MARCUS DOWNES comes crawling up through the vents, making his way up onto the roof.

***Marcus: (To Fraser)*** *So this is where you went.*

***Fraser:*** *Oh - yes! It’s a splendid view. Had to come see where we were from above.*

Marcus walks a bit further, noticing the solar panels on the roof.

***Marcus:*** *What’s with the solar panels up here?*

***Fraser:*** *A full set, too.*

***William:*** *They’re for back-up power. The mall’s generator will go out without a battery to power it.*

***Marcus:*** *Huh. Pretty cool.*

***Fraser:*** *Well, that’s wonderful. This place is just full of surprises.*

William sighs.

***Fraser:*** *Something wrong?*

***William:*** ***(Quietly)*** *The novelty will wear out.*

***Marcus:*** *What? Being safe? Having a proper place to live? Having supplies? A group of good people? Seems to me you’re being a bit of a downer over things that you aren’t considering.*

***Fraser:*** *Enjoy what you’ve got while it lasts, or when it’s gone, if it does go, you’ll regret it!*

***William:*** *I’m fine with what I have. But that’s not the point…*

The three of them go quiet, as William looks back out into the parking lot.

Suddenly, another person comes speedily climbing up the vents; it’s KATE BLOODSTONE.

***Kate:*** *Guys! We’ve got a problem.*

***William:*** *What’s wrong?*

***Kate:*** *Felix is gone.*

***Aldus:*** *Where’d he go?*

***Kate:*** *One can assume he’s-- well, Felix is a -- he’s been hitting the bottle these past few weeks. I can only imagine it led him outside the mall.*

DEAN HOWARDS climbs out from the vents, clambering to his feet.

***Dean:*** *Lucky for him. I--I need a bottle.*

***Kate:*** *He’s going to die, Dean. He’s drunk and alone.*

***Dean:*** *Hm… well, at least he has a drink.*

***Kate:*** *We’re going out, we need to find him. Who’s coming?*

***William:*** *I’ll go.*

***Aldus:*** *I will, too.*

***William:*** ***(To Marcus)*** *You’re a detective, right?*

***Marcus:*** *I am. I can follow a trail. I’ll come out with you all.*

Dean quietly departs from the rest of them, trying to go back down to the security room. However, he bumps into JACOB FELDMAN, who’s just made it up to the roof and knows about what’s going on.

***Jacob:*** ***(Grabbing Dean’s shoulder)*** *Wait with us.*

Dean sighs, sulking.

***Jacob:*** *Dean - what better a chance for you to continue learning how to survive out there?*

Dean ignores him, looking down like an angry child.

***Jacob:*** *You’re coming out.*

Dean sighs, grumbling quietly to himself.

***Marcus:*** *You’ll be fine, Dean. Plenty of us going out.*

***Dean:*** *You’ve never repaid the favour! I asked--I asked for a drink. Where’s my drink?!*

***Jacob:*** *You don’t need a damn drink.*

***Dean:*** *You don’t understand--you don’t. Look okay - there’s me--uttermost high class. Then there’s a tasty pint of whiskey.*

***Kate:*** *Dean-- just go on down to the Entrance Plaza with William and Aldus.*

***Dean:*** *Can I at least get a drink after this?! It’s unjust.*

Dean is ignored by them, only upsetting the man even further.

***William:*** *Where’s Marcus going?*

***Marcus:*** *I’ll be down once I’ve had my browse around to which entrance he left through.*

***Kate:*** *I need to check on Alex before we leave…*

The group depart from the roof, some going down the elevator, while some take the vents.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA/THE SINISTER READ**

KATE BLOODSTONE lifts up the shutters to The Sinister Read. Inside, ALEX WEISS is sitting down, drinking a cup of tea, which he had made using things found within the storage room of the store.

***Kate:*** *Morning, Alex. Enjoyed your two days here?*

***Alex:*** *It was amazing. Want a cup of tea?*

***Kate:*** *No--no thanks. I’m actually about to go out.*

***Alex:*** *Mmm… that’s sad.*

***Kate:*** *You’re welcome to come with us, Alex. I mean - if there’s any time to prove your worth… You could come outside the mall, help us look for our missing friend.*

***Alex:*** *Missing friend?*

***Kate:*** *Felix. He’s left the mall - drunk. We’re going out to find him.*

Alex thinks to himself for a moment, smiling.

***Alex:*** *Sure.*

***Kate:*** *Alright, then. Come on - I’ll explain to the group. I trust you. You’ve been a good prisoner for two days now. Haven’t caused any trouble, and-- it’s your shot at redemption. Let’s go.*

Alex stands out, setting down his tea, before exiting the shop, following behind Kate.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE BAR**

Sometime in the morning, AUSTIN KINGSTON is up at his bar, pouring himself a shot of whiskey. He downs it in an instant, quickly going back for another shot.

***Austin:*** *Stupid--*

He grumbles more to himself, before getting up out of his seat and stumbling over to the front door and grabbing his shotgun. He proceeds out the door, where the sun blinds him.

***Austin:*** *AH-- FUCK YOU, SUN!*

He points his weapon up towards the sun and fires off a round, the force of the shotgun sending him back into a pole. He quickly regains his posture, strolling over to his truck and clambering inside. He drives off down the street.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

DEAN HOWARDS, ALDUS PAXTON and WILLIAM REYNES come marching down into the plaza, awaiting the rest of the group. While time passes, Dean walks over to the corner, slumping down against a wall, grabbing at his face.

***Dean: (Mumbling to himself)*** *Buddy - you ever rethink your entire life choices? Buddy--hah… buddy. That name--*

He goes quiet, as he notices KATE BLOODSTONE and ALEX WEISS walking down the stairs.

***Kate:*** *Okay - uh, guys. Alex here-- is going to join us. I… look, we’ve had him as a prisoner for two days now. And I think - bringing him out with us is a shot at redemption for him. To prove himself*

ALBERT HANSON comes walking down the stairs, noticing the group.

***Albert:*** *What’s going on?*

***Kate:*** *Felix is missing. Search party.*

***Albert:*** *I see… Well, good luck on your mission.*

Albert strolls off.

***Dean: (About Alex)*** *Isn’t he locked up for a reason? I mean--prisoners are in jail for a reason, aren’t they?*

***Kate:*** *He’s--he’s improving, alright? I’ve monitored Alex for two days now, and-- look at him. He’s harmless. I say he gets a shot at redemption. A chance.*

***Aldus:*** *He might betray us. How can we trust him?*

***Dean:*** *Why was he put into a jail anyway?*

***Kate:*** *Just trust me for god's sake.*

JACOB FELDMAN and ERIN MONROE come walking through the plaza.

***Erin: (Hugging Jacob)*** *Be careful out there.* ***(To William)*** *Bring him back in one piece, yeah?*

***William:*** *I’ll try.*

***Jacob:*** *Oh, come on. I know what I’m doing.*

Erin smiles, turning to walk off, and passes by MARCUS DOWNES.

***Marcus:*** *Should be easy to track him. He certainly left through this entrance. And- if he was drinking, then we’ll be able to find him no bother. He won’t have gotten far… if he lived.*

***Jacob:*** *Then we best get a move on, aye?*

***Alex:*** *Sure thing.*

***Jacob:*** *Don’t try anything, Alex. Nothing stupid.*

Jacob digs through his bag, taking out a knife. He holds it out to Alex, who takes it.

***Jacob:*** *Use it properly this time. Let’s move, people.*

The group makes their way out of the mall.

**Scene #4 Cont.**

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

Alex looks around the parking lot, a smile on his face.

***Alex:*** *Pleasant day, isn’t it?*

***Marcus:*** *Pleasant enough.*

Marcus kneels down, looking at the ground.

***Marcus:*** *Here. This’ll be easy for anyone… he was stumbling, spilling his drink. We’ll catch him in no time.*

***Jacob:*** *That is if we catch him before zombies do.*

***Kate:*** *Or did…*

***Jacob:*** *All in agreement that Felix is to be off the bottle if we find the fucker?*

Kate, William and Aldus nod.

***Alex:*** *Mmmhmmm.*

***Dean:*** *To be fair--I mean, would it be wrong - if I took what he’s having? I mean--not really. Stealing from a dru-- I mean, borrowing from a drunk isn’t bad.*

***Marcus:*** *Can you talk about anything besides alcohol?*

***Dean:*** *It’s none of your business - with all due respect.*

***Marcus:*** *There was no respect there. And I don’t expect any.*

Marcus walks on ahead, following the trail of spilled liquor.

***Kate:*** *Great job with the new guy, Dean* ***(She laughs)***.

The group continues forward, out onto the streets.

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**Scene #5**

**BAKERY**

A truck comes swerving up to the bakery, stopping just a mere few feet away from another abandoned car. AUSTIN KINGSTON hops out of the vehicle, pushing open the doors to the bakery. Inside, he stumbles around, almost falling over, until he decides to grab a piece of bread, not realizing it’s moldy, and takes a bite out of it. He quickly spits it back out.

***Austin:*** *You damn bread!*

Cursing quietly to himself, he continues through the building until noticing a figure standing in a dark corner.

***Austin:*** *Hey!*

It turns to Austin, swinging its arms and growling, lunging towards him. Panicked, he backs up, tripping over a mop bucket. He jumps back up to his feet, drunkenly stumbling into another shelf, before finally making it outside. There, he reaches into his truck to grab his shot. With it in hand, he turns around and fires twice, knocking the zombie down, but not killing it. The zombie crawls towards Austin, grabbing at his legs, but it finally goes down with one last shotgun blast to the face. Grunting, Austin kicks the corpse off him and gets back into his truck, speeding away.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - AFTERNOON**

JACOB FELDMAN kneels down next to a smashed bottle of booze.

***Jacob:*** *Well, this is looking hopeful.*

***Marcus:*** *I don’t think this is as serious as we all thought. He isn’t far. He’s just drunk.*

The group continues on ahead, until KATE BLOODSTONE notices an abandoned car with its back door open, and a leg sticking out. She approaches it, and inside, she both sees and hears FELIX QUARTERMAN sleeping.

***Kate:*** *Well that was simple. He passed out in this car.*

Felix’s eyes open up.

***Felix:*** *Wha…*

***Kate:*** *You’re an idiot, Felix.*

Felix groans, sitting up and climbing out of the car.

***Dean:*** *I know how it is* ***(He pats Felix on the shoulder)***.

***Felix:*** *What are you all doing out here?*

***Jacob:*** *Here on the case of--you--stumbling out here in a drunken manner.*

Felix nearly falls over, but Kate catches him.

***Kate:*** *Easy, easy.*

***Marcus:*** *Want me to take him back?*

***Felix:*** *You -- what?*

***Marcus:*** *He’ll slow the rest of us--*

He stops, as his eyes catch something appearing from around a nearby street. A herd of zombies chasing after three people. WILLIAM REYNES quickly takes out his SMG.

***Jacob:*** *No-- don’t shoot.*

***Dean:*** *Time to go. Let’s go. Yeah? Yeah?*

***Jacob:*** *We can’t lead them back home -- we need to lure them off. They’ll tear down the doors.*

DEAN HOWARDS takes a step forward, looking on at the three people being chased. His eyes open wide, as he immediately recognizes them.

***Quincy:*** *We’re almost home, y’all!*

***Jon:*** *You goddamn fucking idiot, Quincy!*

***Quincy:*** *Hey - fuck you! We made it out!*

***Dean:*** *IT’S--IT’S CRIMINALS - MY FRIENDS! MY FRIENDS-- not that I associate with them but--*

Dean waves his arms towards the three criminals, who are running far ahead of the horde.

***Quincy:*** *Oh, look here. Goddamn, it’s Buddy.*

***Monica:*** *Hiya, honey. How have you been? I’d love to catch up but-- look behind us.*

JON MATTHEWS stops and turns around, pointing his assault rifle towards the horde.

***Jon:*** *Alright, fuck this. Firearms out, folks.*

***Dean:*** *W-- No, no--*

***Jacob:*** *Hey, wait--*

Jon opens fire anyway.

***Quincy:*** *Ah, fuck it!*

QUINCY ATHERTON begins lighting up the herd with his shotgun, as does MONICA REYNOLDS. William eventually joins in as well. Dean cowers down behind the abandoned car in fear, plugging his ears.

It doesn’t take long for the four of them to clear out the herd. When they’re finished, Quincy turns back around, looking down at Dean.

***Quincy:*** *So - how have you been then, Buddy? What have you been up to?*

Dean unplugs his ears and slowly stands up, looking around, confused.

***Jacob:*** *Where’d you all go after you robbed the gun store?*

***Quincy:*** *To collect our cut. And now we’re running around doing the same shit we were doing before the outbreak. For the same damn guy.*

***Aldus:*** *Robbers?*

***Monica:*** *Problem?*

***Aldus:*** *No… just asking.*

***William:*** *Do you - steal money?*

***Jon:*** *No, not quite that. But we do odd jobs here and there.*

Dean finally opens his mouth to speak.

***Dean:*** *Oh-- sorry I-I zoned out. I’ve been--hm. What’s another word to describe bad?*

***Quincy:*** ***(Nodding)*** *Well, lovely catching up, but we ought to be going.*

He turns back around, beginning to walk off with Monica and Jon.

***Dean:*** *Wait-- you’re the only friends I have! You can’t go--*

***Jon:*** *What about all of these assholes?*

***Dean:*** *Well--I… maybe a few but-- come on! Where’s the other guy?*

***Quincy:*** *Van Horn? He’s off at the warehouse.*

***Dean:*** *Damn. Well-- he’s a good man, tell him that. Well-- I don’t associate myself with him but--you know. I’m no criminal. I am a business broker. I make fifty thousand dollars a year. The only crime I’ve committed is being healthy and rich.*

***Jacob:*** ***(To Quincy)*** *Hold on - hold on. You saw the Rastas enter town recently too, right?*

***Quincy:*** *Did I? Do I look blind to you? I ain’t. I saw them, we all did. What of it?*

***Jacob:*** *What’s your stance on them?*

***Quincy:*** *My stance on those drug-dealing n-- those… men. I ain’t got one. They do what we do, but they do it in their own shitty way.* ***(He looks over his shoulder)*** *But I gotta get back.*

***Jon:*** *Wright’s gonna be pissed. We already fucked up once because of you, Quincy. And now we gotta meet with some businessman. Wants us to - eliminate the Rastas, so to speak.*

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

***Jon:*** *You think I care to remember his name?*

***Felix:*** *Alright, well-- I have seen enough of this.* ***(He starts walking off)*** *Always getting us caught up in all of this shit!*

***Marcus:*** *Sorry, I’m a little lost here.*

***Kate:*** *To be honest, I am too.*

***Quincy:*** *I don’t really care what you are. We ain’t got time to lecture you on shit that ain’t your business.*

***Jacob:*** *They are in town. They are our business. What if we want to help?*

***Monica:*** *What? Your little band of shoppers?*

***William:*** *Only difference between us and you is that you’re more experienced.*

***Quincy:*** *Exactly, we’re more experienced. And we can handle it.*

***William:*** *That’s not to say we aren’t experienced…*

***Jacob:*** *We want to see what this is all about.*

***Quincy:*** *You wanna come along and meet the boss? Sure thing, but you speak out of line in that warehouse, and I’ll can you. That clear?*

***Jon:*** *Wright’s a little pushy about not speaking over each other.*

***William:*** *Already met the man.*

***Jon:*** *I know. I remember you. You earned his favour, to be fair.*

***Quincy:*** *Then we’ll bring ‘em along with us. Simple.*

MARCUS DOWNES approaches William, whilst pointing back at Felix, who’s slowly stumbling off down the road.

***Marcus:*** *Want me to take him back?*

***William:*** *Please. And keep an eye on him.*

***Marcus:*** *Alright. Felix - let’s get you, uh-- back to the mall.*

***Felix:*** *Who the fuck are you to--do all that and- and bring me home, huh?*

***Marcus:*** *Come on.*

He grabs Felix by the arm and starts guiding him back to the mall. Dean looks around for a second, before deciding that he best go back to the mall with them.

***Kate: (To Aldus)*** *You coming?*

Aldus nods.

***Quincy:*** *Could you all hurry this damn process up? We’re late enough as it is.*

***William:*** *We’re all going. Let’s get a move on.*

Kate looks around, and notices that ALEX WEISS is nowhere to be found.

***Kate:*** *Wait-- Alex - where is he? How’d he slip off. How the fuck-- guys, I gotta go. I’ll find him.*

She rushes off.

***Jacob:*** *Alright… rest of us, let’s move.*

***Quincy:*** *About damn time. You people are something else, you know that?*

***William:*** *We’re normal, regular people, yes. Must’ve been hard to come by in your line of work.*

***Jon:*** *Usually normal people were hostages who we didn’t speak to. But we aren’t aliens, chum. We had normal lives beyond our heist fiasco.*

William nods to him, as the group walks on down the street, following Quincy.

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**Scene #7**

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

CLAYTON FREEMAN wakes up to the sound of knocking coming from the waiting room door. He rubs his eyes, looking around the room; he’s the only one present. Clayton stands up, stumbling over to the door to listen. Then he hears a voice.

***Alex:*** *Knock, knock. Who might be inside? Might I ask for your name?*

Clayton recognizes the voice. He backs up, drawing his gun.

***Clayton:*** *You ain’t coming in. I’ll shoot you if you try anything.*

***Alex:*** *Aw… I suppose I’ll leave then.*

Clayton listens to the sound of footsteps receding in the hall. Eventually, he opens up the door, stepping out to have a look around. He finds nothing, not another soul within the security room. Having convinced himself that it’s safe, he goes back inside the waiting room, closing the door but leaving it unlocked. Still tired, Clayton slumps back down onto the couch, leaving the pistol on a table within arms reach. He shuts his eyes, drifting back off to sleep…

…and when he opens his eyes again, Alex is standing over him, smiling.

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

Clayton instinctively goes for his gun, but Alex beats him to it, snatching the gun and ejecting the magazine. He then tosses the gun aside. Clayton stares at him in anger.

***Clayton:*** *You won’t get far.*

***Alex:*** *Now let’s just keep it peaceful. I don’t mean to harm you.*

Clayton stands up, backing away.

***Clayton:*** *I’ll pepper spray you. Don’t make me.*

***Alex:*** *Actually -- I have some tea in the book store. Would you like some?*

***Clayton:*** *Tea-- what’s in it?*

***Alex:*** *Black tea and water… I didn’t add sugar. I like my tea pure.*

***Clayton: (Shaking his head)*** *Let me go before I force you out of the way.*

***Alex:*** *Why?*

***Clayton:*** *I’m a cop.*

***Alex:*** *Are you in a hurry?*

***Clayton:*** *No… Now get out of the way.*

***Alex:*** *I just want to have a cup of tea with you.*

***Clayton:*** *…Fine.*

***Alex:*** *Great! Follow me, come!*

Alex turns around, heading out into the hall. Clayton narrows his eyes as he follows along, gripping a knife inside his pocket.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA/THE SINISTER READ**

KATE BLOODSTONE comes sprinting into the Entrance Plaza, running up the stairs towards The Sinister Read. When she gets there, she looks on at ALEX WEISS and CLAYTON FREEMAN seated on a table, the former pouring Clayton a cup of tea.

***Kate:*** *Alex -- where the fuck did you… you returned to your cell?*

***Alex:*** *Hm?*

***Kate:*** *Clayton -- is he okay? I… he slipped off, I had to run back--*

***Alex:*** *Want a cup of tea?*

***Kate:*** *No- no thank you…*

Clayton slowly stands up, as he gives Kate an awkward look.

***Clayton:*** *I’m just gonna go ride my bike…*

He shuffles his way out of the store, walking off.

***Alex:*** *What did you expect me to do? I thought you’d trust me. I guess I am not a trusted person.*

***Kate:*** *I do-- I just… I thought you ran off for another reason. Why did you leave?*

***Alex:*** *Too much commotion. It was too dangerous. I am unable to protect myself. But you know what? A cup of tea is better* ***(He takes a sip)***. *You left the others alone, I see. What if they needed you? Guess it wouldn’t matter now.*

***Kate:*** *You have two knives, Alex… you could protect yourself. You ran off without warning.*

***Alex:*** *Hm? It’s human nature. Next time I’ll tell every single person where I am going, no matter what. Outside, the toilet, and so on. If that’s what will make people happy.*

He stands up, stretching, before walking over to a shelf and grabbing a book.

***Alex:*** *This book store sure has some great books. Books on how weapons are built. I enjoy it. Another one on how to brew tea. And even a book about medicine and poison.*

***Kate:*** *You’re a peculiar feller, Alex.*

***Alex:*** *Mhm…*

He continues on, looking at different books.

***Alex:*** *And there’s books about the human body. I mean… It was just paradise here these last two days. So much knowledge because of you guys. Oh - and there’s a map of the mall too. Funny thing is, I could have broken out of here anytime during these last two days.*

He chuckles, going back to take a seat.

***Alex:*** *It’s a shame that you won’t have a cup of tea with me. I assume that you are more of a coffee lover, then. But let me tell you, black tea is better.*

Kate stares at him, contemplating what to say next.

***Kate:*** *I don’t know what game you’re playing… I really don’t. But this - it has to be an act.*

***Alex:*** *Game? Hm. So you really don’t trust me, then. Well… thank you.*

He smiles, giving her a nod.

***Kate:*** *Ugh-- I’ll come check on you later.*

She reaches up and pulls the shutters down, locking the man inside. Alex sits inside, leaning back into his chair, as he takes another sip of his tea.

***Alex:*** *Glad to hear that, miss.*

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**Scene #9**

**WAREHOUSE**

QUINCY ATHERTON enters the warehouse first, followed by the rest of his band of survivors.

***Quincy:*** *We’re back.*

WILBUR WRIGHT, sitting from his desk, looks over.

***Wilbur:*** *You all took your damn time. And I see you’ve brought back a few guests.* ***(He looks at William)*** *Oh-- the mall people. If you’re all gonna be here, you’re gonna be here quietly. Sit.*

JACOB FELDMAN, WILLIAM REYNES and ALDUS PAXTON quietly walk over to a few chairs, sitting down.

***Wilbur:*** *You all returned just in time. Our friends are arriving momentarily.*

***Quincy:*** *And it’s about the Rastas, huh?*

***Curtis:*** *It is. They want us to eliminate them, clear ‘em off the block. We know that much. Sounds like a damn suicide mission to me. I don’t care for those sick bastards.*

***Wilbur:*** *But that’s the point. They are sick. They need to be dealt with.*

***Quincy:*** *Depends what we’re earning from it.*

***Wilbur:*** *Oh, I’m sure he’ll pay as well as he did last time.*

***Monica:*** *He better.*

***Jon:*** *So who is this businessman?*

***Wilbur:*** *Jon, you were in the same room as him last week, whether you liked him or not, you’ll acknowledge him.*

***Jon:*** *He’s desperate.*

***Wilbur:*** *Aren’t most people?*

***Quincy:*** *I don’t care for his sob story, I care for what he’s got.*

***Monica:*** *Especially when the mission is so dangerous.*

Wilbur looks across the room to DA’JONTE WOODARD.

***Wilbur:*** *Da’Jonte, be ready. Our guests are almost here.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Guests?*

***Quincy:*** *The business asshole from last week.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Oh, shit -- yeah, right. I remember.*

***Quincy:*** *He wants us to do a job for him again.*

The side door to the warehouse suddenly opens up. BENJAMIN TAYLOR steps in, accompanied by SHANE HAYWOOD, ROBIN CLARKE and a team of soldiers.

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

Benjamin eyes the three mall survivors, all of whom he doesn’t recognize. He then looks back to Wilbur.

***Benjamin:*** *I told you briefly why I’m here, and I’ll tell you again.*

***Wilbur:*** *That would be most helpful for the gang here.*

***Benjamin:*** *I am sure it has come to the attention of most people in this room that the Rastas were seen entering this town a few days ago.*

***Quincy:*** *Uh-huh.*

***Monica:*** *Mmmmmm.*

***Benjamin:*** *I come to you all - seeking help in order to defeat a common enemy that we all have. They shouldn’t be welcome here. We all know they are just going to try and kill us all. That’s what they do.*

As Benjamin is speaking, Shane stares down the three mall survivors, specifically Jacob. Benjamin takes notice.

***Benjamin:*** *Something wrong?*

Shane leans in to Benjamin, whispering to him.

***Shane:*** *These are the mall people we attacked.*

Benjamin glances at them.

***Benjamin:*** *You sure it’s them?*

Shane swiftly nods.

***Benjamin: (Loudly)*** *So. You are the thieves. You defended your mall like Helms Deep. How admirable. I must say, I was impressed. Have you encountered these thieves yet, Mr. Wright?*

***Wilbur:*** *Myself, Da’Jonte and Jon traded with them. They’re decent people. Cut them some slack for whatever bullshit of yours they messed with and get back to the deal. Chances are that they dislike the Rastas too. They’re a common enemy for all of us… like you said.*

***Quincy: (To Benjamin)*** *So what exactly are you gonna have us do?*

***Benjamin:*** *We join forces, and we hit one of their new outposts here. We give them a wake up call to leave. I want them all dead. Every. Single. One. My… I need this town to be as safe as possible. Bad enough with the dead walking.*

Jacob suddenly stands up, coughing loudly. William sighs.

***Jacob:*** *Ahem. Being that - the mall survivors--or whatever you call us--are now in your little alliance - we can speak, right?*

***Wilbur:*** *Knock yourselves out. Just don’t interrupt us.*

***Benjamin:*** *You aren’t friends. You people stole medical supplies from us.*

***Jacob:*** *You had plenty. And you stole them from others.*

***Wilbur:*** *Enough of this! Let’s get back to the damn pitch. Mr. Taylor - I myself am aware of your situation. And I believe that the people deserve to know why you care about the state of this town so much.*

Benjamin hesitates to speak.

***Benjamin:*** *My-- Sarah…*

***Quincy:*** *Go on.*

***Benjamin:*** *My daughter. She’s - seven. When-- Sarah had cancer for months. She… her chances of survival are already lessened in an event like this. And I haven’t seen her. My little girl… is out there somewhere… alone and scared. If she’s out there and-- and I can’t see her - I can’t hold her ever again. Unless I find her. I wanted to save my wife, I did. I couldn’t do that-- that’s the entire company motto of mine. To find the cure to-- to save those who are in danger. And my own little girl is out there - without anyone except for her caretaker - potentially. I want to find her, I still do. Nothing is to stand in my way while I do so.*

***William:*** *I’m sorry. If only things ran smoother between us, we could’ve helped sooner.*

***Quincy:*** *That’s - a wholesome story.*

***Monica:*** *Oh, it’s awful! Quincy-- imagine if it was me* ***(She tugs at him, frowning)***.

Quincy looks down for a moment, thinking.

***Quincy:*** *I’ll help ya’. I’ll help you exterminate those assholes and find your little girl.*

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

CURTIS VAN HORN looks over to Benjamin.

***Curtis:*** *I had a problem like you. Except - my little girl didn’t make it. But I at least got to spend time with her before she went. The least I can do is allow you to have the same experience. I’ll help you.*

***William:*** *I speak on behalf of our group - we’ll help.*

Jacob and Aldus both nod in agreement.

***Wilbur:*** *Do you have the location of their current outpost for us?*

***Benjamin:*** *One of them. It’s a small farm outside town, I can point you in the direction. I believe we should attack there immediately. Take out a large majority of their supplies.*

***William:*** *We’ll need to scope it out first - but we’ll be ready to attack.*

***Quincy:*** *No time to lose, then.*

Quincy grabs a shotgun, heading for the door.

***Quincy:*** *We shoot up he fuckers, burn down their little supply-operation, and we see how it goes.*

***Wilbur:*** *Jon, you’re staying with me, guarding the place.*

***William:*** *What transportation are we using?*

***Wilbur:*** *You’ll go on foot. It’s not far, it's a small town.*

***William: (Nodding)*** *Less noticeable, too.*

***Aldus:*** *I can snipe them from a far distance. I’ll be able to cover you guys, I’ve got excellent aim.*

William shakes his own sniper rifle in Aldus’ direction.

***Aldus:*** *Ah.*

***Jacob:*** *Two snipers will do us well. We’ve got plenty of us going in close.*

***William:*** *I’ll find us suitable positions, then.*

As the survivors get ready to depart, Robin goes to speak with Benjamin.

***Robin:*** *Am I joining in on this one, boss?*

***Benjamin:*** *No, we’re not taking part in this one. But we’re supplying the ammo for it.*

Benjamin turns to a couple of soldiers, giving them a nod. They promptly exit the building, and then come back inside carrying three boxes of ammunition.

***Benjamin: (To Wilbur)*** *As payment for your assistance.*

***Wilbur:*** *Good. I’m sure it’ll keep this band of rogues happy.*

Curtis kneels down beside the ammo, examining it.

***Curtis:*** *Yeahhh, this’ll do as a bonus. Your story helps your case though.*

Benjamin gives him a nod, before turning and walking out alongside the rest of his group.

***William:*** *Lovely company.*

***Jacob:*** *I suppose that’s that…* ***(To Wilbur)*** *We going?*

***Wilbur:*** *You are. That is if you’re all sure you truly want to join us on this. Question is - what are you actually doing this for?*

***Jacob:*** *We need the Rastas gone. That’s it.*

Wilbur slowly nods his head, as the group departs from the warehouse, loaded up with guns and ammo.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - AFTERNOON**

AUSTIN KINGSTON recklessly speeds down the street in his truck, swerving past cars and zombies. While driving, something catches his eye in the rear view mirror. He stares at it for a few seconds, before looking back down at the road - where he sees he’s about to collide right into a car parked in the middle of the street.

***Austin:*** *OH, SHIT--*

Panicking, he swings the steering wheel to the left, but the back end of the truck still slams into the car. His truck flips twice, knocking down a street light before banging into another abandoned car, setting off its car alarm. Upside down, Austin shuffles along his back, trying to get to the window, which is smashed out. He grunts, flipping over and crawling through the window, glass cutting into him. Wincing in pain, he climbs out, scavenging the ground for his shotgun. He finds it laying on the ground nearby, and goes to pick it up. Zombies begin swarming out of alleyways and buildings, drawn to the sound of the car alarm. Austin takes one down with his shotgun, before hobbling across the street to a car. He swings open the back door and crawls inside, closing the door seconds before a group of zombies arrive.

***Austin:*** *Oh, Lord. GOD DAMMIT!*

He slams his fist against the seat, as zombies begin surrounding the vehicle, hands pounding onto the windows. He lays back, a tear streaming down his face. He shuts his eyes hard, thinking about something, which makes him point the shotgun at himself--before he quickly points it away. He breathes loudly, opening his eyes again and looking around at the zombies.

***Austin:*** *FUCKING ANIMALS! I’LL KILL YOU ALL!*

Grunting in pain and anger, Austin begins searching through the vehicle, but finds nothing but use. All the while, more undead begin piling on against the car. Out of options, Austin tries slamming on the horn.

***Austin:*** *LOGANNN!*

Of course, that doesn’t help. Defeated, Austin sits back down in pain from all the cuts.

***Austin:*** *I’m done. It’s over.*

He lays down onto his back, shutting his eyes again, trying to sleep. While he does, the car continuously shakes, annoying him.

***Austin:*** *SHUT THE FUCK UP, WILL YA’?*

The shaking gets worse. Fuming, Austin sits back up and grabs his shotgun.

***Austin:*** *FUCK YOU, AND FUCK THIS!*

He pulls on the door latch and kicks the back door open, knocking over a few zombies that were standing behind it. He then points the shotgun outside, blasting a zombie, and another, and one more. With no more blocking his way, he crawls out of the car, falling against the ground. He quickly gets back up, shoving a zombie aside as he makes a run for it.

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE OUTSKIRTS - FARM - LATE EVENING**

Standing on the outskirts of the farm, CURTIS VAN HORN looks on at it with a pair of binoculars.

***Curtis:*** *Our two sniper friends are going to stay right here and cover us while the rest of us move in and light the fields.*

***Jacob:*** *We’re lighting the fields, huh?*

***Curtis:*** *It’ll spread to the house.*

***Monica:*** *It’s gonna be grand!*

***Quincy:*** *We wait till our snipers are in position. And then we make this quick.*

***William:*** *Wait for radio contact, in case you’re spotted.*

***Curtis:*** *No. We will not be spotted. We know how to do our part.*

WILLIAM REYNES nods, nudging ALDUS PAXTON. The two of them then begin walking over towards an old mill. Once there, they climb up to the top.

***William:*** *Silencers on.*

Aldus nods, fitting on a suppressor. William does the same.

***William:*** *You keep the leftmost fields covered, I’ll watch the right.*

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew start moving towards the fields, covered by the darkness of evening.

***Curtis:*** *Alright, we best hope these assholes only shoot when it counts - or this entire thing is a blow.*

***Quincy:*** *We all take a field each?*

***Curtis:*** *Seems smart to me. Alright, here.*

Curtis passes out three lighters to JACOB FELDMAN, QUINCY ATHERTON and MONICA REYNOLDS, keeping one for himself.

***Monica:*** *Me and Quincy will take the left.*

Quincy nods, speeding off with Monica.

***Curtis:*** *New guy -- what’s your name again?*

***Jacob:*** *Jacob Feldman.*

***Curtis:*** *You - you’re taking the right with me. Come.*

The two of them start moving up the right, walking up towards the farmhouse and fields. Curtis suddenly puts his arm out, halting Jacob.

***Curtis:*** *Two guards--standing outside the farmhouse. Wait till they’re taken care of.*

William looks around with his sniper, spotting Curtis and Jacob, and then the two guards.

***William:*** ***(To Aldus)*** *Attention, over here. Snipe one, I’ll take the other.*

Aldus nods, taking aim. Both of them fire a shot. The guards drop dead, a hole in the back of their head.

***Jacob:*** *Alright… let’s move on.*

On the other side of the farm, Quincy and Monica are already deep within the fields.

***Quincy:*** *We split up here, baby. Be careful. Light your half, meet back here.*

***Monica:*** *Of course.*

Monica traverses through the field, but stops when she comes to a small clearing, where a man is seen walking through. Aldus takes notice, and readies his sniper. He fires a single shot, killing the man with a neck shot.

***William:*** *Headshots, in future. Nothing but headshots.*

Monica sees another Rasta ahead, and decides to take care of him herself. She draws out her sword, and waits until he passes by, before lunging out and driving the steel through the back of his head, instantly dealing death.

Meanwhile, Quincy runs into a problem of his own when two more Rastas block his path. He looks up towards the mill tower, signaling that he would take one of them. William catches the signal, and takes aim at one of them. He then fires. The second Rasta spins around, looking at his dead friend, when Quincy suddenly jumps out, slamming a sledgehammer down onto his skull, crushing it.

In Curtis’ field, three Rastas come patrolling through. Not sure what to do, Curtis signals up to the mill tower, telling both snipers to take one, and he’d get the other. William and Aldus understand, and take aim, swiftly dropping two of them. Curtis then hurries up, stabbing the third one in the neck, and pulling him to the ground.

And lastly, William and Aldus look over to Jacob’s field, where they see four different guards all roaming around together.

***William:*** *Tricky… we need one to pass.*

Jacob sits still, considering what to do. As he’s watching the guards, he hears a door opening nearby. He looks towards the farmhouse, seeing two men walking out onto the balcony, rifles in their hands. He knows something isn’t right.

And then a gunshot rings out, as Aldus drops down, grabbing onto his chest in pain, blood pouring out.

***Aldus:*** *AGHHG--*

***Jacob:*** *Shit!*

***Quincy:*** *LIGHT THE FIELDS!*

William aims towards the two guards on the balcony, headshotting one, quickly succeeded by the other. He then lowers his gun, crouching down out of sight. He rips a part of his shirt off, wrapping it around Aldus’ wound.

Below, all four fields are lit on fire, and it quickly spreads. While running, Quincy takes a shot to the arm.

***Jacob:*** *COME ON! WE GOTTA GO!*

Quincy, wincing in pain, runs through the field, linking back up with Monica.

***Monica:*** *Baby - your arm! I’M GONNA KILL THE BASTARDS THAT DID THIS!*

Rage-fueled, she takes out two pistols, firing towards the farmhouse and at Rastas.

***Curtis:*** *MONICA - COME BACK!*

***Quincy:*** *Monica!*

***Jacob:*** *We need to go!*

Monica slowly inches backwards towards the rest of her crew, until finally joining them.

***Quincy:*** *Monica - we’re done here, baby. We’ve got to go… come on.*

Quincy and Monica run up towards the mill, Curtis and Jacob not far behind them. When they make it close to the mill, Curtis looks up at it.

***Curtis:*** *Get down here, folks!*

William helps Aldus up, making sure to take his sniper as well. They then make their way down the mill to the ground, joining up with Jacob and Curtis, all the while gunfire is ringing out.

***Jacob:*** *Come on! Back to the streets! We’re outnumbered here!*

The group makes their way off the farm, and back towards the town.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - LATE EVENING**

The group hurries back into town and into downtown Willamette.

***Curtis:*** *They’re going to be pursuing us, we need to be quick! They will have accepted that their farm is fucked. Even if they stopped the fire - every damn zombie in the area is going to be headed there.*

CURTIS VAN HORN looks ahead, as he sees a horde of zombies coming right at them.

***Curtis:*** *Horde. We need to move out the way of it - now.*

***William:*** *Wait out the horde, and don’t lead the Rastas home.*

***Aldus:*** *How-- how did they… how did they know? The Rastas…?*

***William:*** *Unsure.*

Out of nowhere, a convoy of green vehicles come speeding around the corner just a couple of streets ahead. Among them is a humvee equipped with a mounted machine gun.

***Aldus:*** *INSIDE--*

***Quincy:*** *FUCK!*

QUINCY ATHERTON and MONICA REYNOLDS turn and dart down an alleyway, whilst the rest of the team follows WILLIAM REYNES into the closest building, a bakery. As they rush inside, DAMERAE BADRICK, sitting atop the humvee, opens fire, but is too late, and misses them.

***Badrick:*** *You have all made a BIG MISTAKE TODAY! And you will most truly suffer for it…*

He laughs for a second before quieting down.

***Badrick:*** *I shall not waste my time with such petty acts of attack.*

Inside the humvee, a Rasta calls up to Badrick.

***Rasta:*** *Sir! What about the farm?*

***Badrick:*** *Oh, the farm is lost, my friend. But we will find another alternative. Fear not, they will pay for this.*

The convoy speeds away.

**Scene #12 Cont.**

**BAKERY**

Inside, the survivors quickly find cover, waiting for the vehicles outside to drive off.

***Curtis:*** *Is he in a fucking humvee?*

***William:*** *We’re going nowhere if he is.*

***Curtis:*** *Where the fuck do these assholes get all of this?*

***William:*** *Illegal trading, probably. Where’s Quincy and Monica?*

Curtis peeks his head up, looking out the window.

***Curtis:*** *He’s gone. As for Quincy and Monica - I imagine the fuckers made it out.*

***William:*** *They’ll be heading to the warehouse, probably.*

***Aldus:*** *The humvee--would be nice for us to keep…*

***Curtis:*** *Oh? Are you gonna go get it from him? Didn’t think so. I’m not either. Now come on, we’re clearing out of here before that damn horde traps us inside.*

***Jacob:*** *Where to? Mall or warehouse?*

***Aldus:*** ***(Clutching his chest in pain)*** *I probably - need to go to the mall.*

***Curtis:*** *I’m going to the warehouse. You all can go to your mall. Good luck, gents.*

Curtis steps outside, quickly glancing around, before he turns and rushes down an alleyway.

***Jacob:*** *Mall it is…*

William helps ALDUS PAXTON up, and the three of them head outside.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

At the front doors, ALBERT HANSON and CLAYTON FREEMAN are conversing quietly, when they notice three men approaching the mall through the dark. They stand up, quickly noticing that it’s JACOB FELDMAN, WILLIAM REYNES and an injured ALDUS PAXTON. Albert opens the door for them.

***Albert:*** *Finally. Where were you guys?*

***William:*** *Killing the Rastas.*

***Aldus:*** *We-- attacked their farm. And - I need a doctor.*

***Clayton:*** *I’ll take him to Owen.*

Clayton approaches Aldus, helping him along to the stairs, and up to the security room.

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - FIRST FLOOR**

DAMERAE BADRICK storms into the town hall, fists clenched. Inside, EDWARD REMAR is standing by the doors, crutching his cane.

***Badrick:*** *This is a DISGRACE, Edward.*

***Edward:*** *So it’s true?*

***Badrick:*** *The farm is gone, lost. We came here two days ago and already the population is doing us bad. It appears we are in conflict with them now. And they will most certainly lose.*

***Edward:*** *Did you catch sight of who attacked the farm?*

***Badrick:*** *No. I opened fire on the scum as soon as I could. There is no time to worry about who. Everyone who isn’t us is an enemy now. The population here is a threat.*

Edward clears his throat.

***Edward:*** *While you were gone… the men had-- found someone.*

***Badrick:*** *Do not be so vague, Edward. Spit it out, my friend.*

***Badrick:*** *A few of the gang members were looting through a hotel. They arrived near the top floor and-- there was a woman there. They shot here under the kill on sight orders and-- they didn’t realize she was fending for a girl.*

***Badrick:*** *Where is the girl, then? They brought her back, yes?*

***Edward:*** *Yes, but - Mr. Badrick… the girl is a cancer patient.*

***Badrick:*** *That is - unfortunate. Show me.*

**Scene #14 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - SECOND FLOOR**

Edward takes Badrick up the stairs and into a room, where a little girl is seen lying on a bed. The two of them step inside, approaching her.

***Badrick:*** *What has she said so far?*

***Edward:*** *Her name is - Sarah Taylor. She is sick and-- she explained her - lack of hair.*

Badrick kneels down beside her.

***Badrick:*** *Hello, child. Are you alright? Have you been treated well?*

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

Badrick nods slowly, standing up. He turns back to Edward.

***Badrick:*** *You seem truly taken aback, my friend. I sympathize with this poor girl. But we will take good care of her. Something I never forgive Manji for -- is his treatment of children. He took matters into his own hands and influenced the gang wrongly in that case* ***(He frowns, shaking his head)***.

***Edward:*** *We’ll keep her safe?*

***Badrick:*** *We will.* ***(He turns back to Sarah)*** *Tell me, child. Was it your mother who was killed recently?*

***Sarah:*** *No--no, sir. My caretaker - Ashley. She was… she was kind to me…* ***(Her eyes tear up)***

***Badrick:*** *Fear not, young one. You are in good hands now. Edward - fetch the girl a meal.*

Edward nods, stepping out of the room.

***Badrick:*** *So - your caretaker… What happened to your parents?*

***Sarah:*** *I-- I don’t know* ***(She cries)***.

***Badrick:*** *Oh - there, there. We will do our best to find them for you. My men- they can be very rash when it comes to eliminating any possible threats, and I am sure they misunderstood your caretaker on sight. But you - you will be kept safe.*

SARAH TAYLOR nods, wiping tears away.

***Badrick:*** *Where were your parents last?*

***Sarah:*** *My dad runs a big business and-- my mom died to… well, dad says mom had to go away and I’d see her up above the sky one day. And that she loves me v-very much. I… dad used to have a caretaker take care of me while I was sick.*

***Badrick:*** *And you - are still sick?*

She nods.

***Badrick:*** *Wait here, child. I am sure Edward will have a meal for you soon.*

He stands up, swiftly exiting the room and closing the door. He heads down the hallway, where he finds Edward on his way upstairs with a plate of food.

***Badrick:*** *Do your best to keep the girl safe. I will not allow the mistreatment of a little girl. And by the looks of it, she’s running out of time as it is.*

***Edward:*** *The cancer?*

***Badrick:*** *Is going to take its toll on her, especially during the apocalypse, my friend. Unfortunate, but the least we can do is give her a happy ending, a final few days of peace.*

He nods to Edward, walking past him and down the stairs. Frowning, Edward heads into Sarah’s room with the plate.