The Calm Before/Transcript

*“Desperation drives a man.”* *—William*

**Starring:**

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

Simon Quarterman as FELIX QUARTERMAN

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Erin Richards as ERIN MONROE

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

Nicholas Hoult as CLAYTON FREEMAN

**Also Starring**

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Jim Broadbent as JIM BUTTERMAN

Drew Powell as TEDDY POWELL

Jon Bernthal as QUINCY ATHERTON

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

David Lyons as SHANE HAYWOOD

**Guest Starring**

Anthony Carrigan as ROBIN CLARKE

Michael Keaton as CURTIS VAN HORN

Eiza Gonzalez as MONICA REYNOLDS

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

Kevin Spacey as WILBUR WRIGHT

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

Isabelle Allen as SARAH TAYLOR

Daniel Bruhl as ALEX WEISS

Jamie Dornan as ROBERT MORGAN

**Co-Starring**

Cute German Shepherd as APOLLO

Roger Clark as LOGAN CARLSON

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**Scene #1**

**WAREHOUSE**

QUINCY ATHERTON barges into the warehouse, holding his arm. MONICA REYNOLDS rushes in just after him, slamming the door loudly and marching over to WILBUR WRIGHT at his desk. CURTIS VAN HORN and JON MATTHEWS are standing nearby.

***Wilbur:*** *Finally made it back, I see.*

***Quincy:*** *You’re damn right, and we ain’t ever doing none of that shit again. You hear me?*

***Wilbur:*** *Van Horn has already told me everything, save it. It didn’t go well… but consider this - the job was still done.*

***Monica:*** *Well, why don’t you go get that damn businessman to help us? Why are we the ones risking our lives?*

***Wilbur:*** *That was why we received three crates of ammo, darling.*

***Monica: (Gritting her teeth)*** *Don’t you sass me, Wright.*

***Wilbur:*** *I’ll do as I please. I’ve got a brain, and I intend to use it. Now sit down.*

***Quincy:*** *You got a problem, old man?*

***Wilbur:*** *Sit down, Quincy. You know you aren’t going to do anything.*

***Quincy:*** *No… I ain’t. But you ought to show her some respect.*

***Wilbur:*** *Goes both ways.*

***Curtis:*** *God damn! Can we stop this pathetic bickering? This whining? This bullshit? It isn’t going to get us anywhere, folks. Now what I see--what I SAW--was that crazy bastard on a damn humvee operating a machine gun. I am not facing up against that shit again.*

***Wilbur:*** *What of the mall people? They return home?*

***Curtis:*** *They did. Though chances are they got tracked. Hell - chances are we did too. And that damn pot-smoking maniac is going to come to our doorstep. We have the skill, the experience, but we don’t have the numbers to fight a damn war.*

***Wilbur:*** *We do with the mall, Taylor’s business, and ourselves.*

Jon steps forward, his arms crossed.

***Jon:*** *What’s the point in starting a damn war? Why don’t we just fuck off elsewhere. This doesn’t need to be our fight.*

***Wilbur:*** *It is now. I take a stern liking to this town. We should all see that in terms of the dead - it’s quiet. What? You want to make to the big city?*

***Quincy:*** *No, but I am sick and tired of being compacted up in this damn warehouse.*

***Wilbur:*** *Then find somewhere else to live, not hard. I am sure the mall will be welcoming.*

***Monica:*** *Would be a lovely atmosphere to stay at, I can’t lie. All too tempting. Quincy? Maybe we could head on… it would really solidify any friendship we’ve got with them. Besides, if they are gonna get attacked soon--and we’re truly a team--then why not?*

***Quincy:*** *Whatever you want - we’ll do it.*

Monica smiles.

***Curtis:*** *So what’s this? Everyone parting ways? That just sounds terrible.*

***Quincy:*** *Lighten up, old man. We’re all still a team.*

***Jon:*** *A dysfunctional one, if anything.*

***Wilbur:*** *I’ll visit Taylor in his museum that he and his private army have held up in. Jon - you’re with me, and you Van Horn.*

***Curtis:*** *And what’s the aim of this social call?*

***Wilbur:*** *When Mr. Taylor went off he was still in search of his beloved little girl, and thus scouting the surrounding areas. He’ll have found where their leader is held up. If we know where their main base is - we’re in luck.*

***Jon:*** ***(Annoyed)*** *Fine…*

***Quincy:*** *Come on then, Monica. We’ll have a little stroll down to the mall.*

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

***Wilbur:*** *Explain to the mall that our alliance is solidified. I’ll be in to visit, that’s for sure. Most likely I’ll send Mr. Taylor for one too.*

***Quincy:*** *Yeah, you got it…*

Quincy and Monica make their way out of the warehouse.

***Wilbur: (To Curtis and Jon)*** *Come. We’re heading to the museum. Da’Jonte can guard the warehouse while we’re gone.*

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - FIRST FLOOR**

Standing by the windows, BENJAMIN TAYLOR is looking out onto the street, when he sees a truck pulling up outside. ROBIN CLARKE, who’s standing with him, draws his gun.

***Robin:*** *They meant to be here, boss?*

***Benjamin:*** *Easy there, Mr. Clarke. They are allies.*

WILBUR WRIGHT, CURTIS VAN HORN and JON MATTHEWS exit the truck, walking up to the museum. Benjamin steps away from the window, going to open the door for them.

***Benjamin:*** *Gentlemen. You are here for something?*

***Wilbur:*** *No doubt.*

***Benjamin:*** *But for what?*

Wilbur and his men step inside.

***Wilbur:*** *Our folks went out on your mission to take out the Rastas’ outpost. All was successful.*

***Benjamin:*** *That’s very good.*

***Wilbur:*** *Did you find where the main ones are hiding out?*

Benjamin lifts his head, thinking.

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Haywood. Bring me the map.*

SHANE HAYWOOD strolls over to them, a rolled up map in his hands. He lays it out onto a desk.

***Benjamin: (Pointing at the town hall)*** *They are right in the center, exposed to all.*

***Jon:*** *The fuckers are in the damn city hall? Well, this is a surprise. We can easily torch that damn place.*

***Curtis:*** *We turn up to their front door with a show of force - completely make them shit their pants with a big army. Think it could work?*

***Robin:*** *I would be all for that.*

***Benjamin: (Nodding slowly)*** *Mr. Haywood?*

***Shane:*** *Sure…*

***Benjamin:*** *I must lead this one myself, gentlemen. Myself, Mr. Haywood and our army will go to their door. The city hall district is the last location to check for my daughter.*

***Wilbur:*** *Suit yourself. I hope it all goes well. Jon, Van Horn, you’ll join them on this one.*

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

Jon nods.

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Haywood, prepare twenty men.*

He nods, turning and beginning to walk off.

***Robin:*** *How many men do you think they have, boss?*

***Benjamin:*** *Not enough to take us all on. Superior firepower, we have it all.*

***Jon:*** *Eh… maybe not entirely.*

***Benjamin:*** *How’s that?*

***Curtis:*** *They’ve got a humvee with a machine gun for transportation. I’m sure they’ve got other surprises, too.*

Benjamin stops, turning his head.

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Haywood!*

Shane looks back.

***Shane:*** *Hmm?*

***Benjamin:*** *Make that forty men, and arm ten of them with RPGs.*

Shane grins.

***Shane:*** *Sounds good.*

He goes to gather up their soldiers.

***Jon:*** ***(Grinning)*** *Well, we are in for a show.*

***Wilbur:*** *Good luck to you all. I look forward to seeing if this all works out.*

Wilbur gives them a nod, before heading back out to his truck and driving off.

***Benjamin:*** *Clarke, you’re driving. Come on.*

Benjamin heads out the doors, followed by Robin, Jon and Curtis.

***Curtis:*** *So - do we travel with your soldiers or with you?*

***Benjamin:*** *With me. Get in.*

The four of them get into an armoured car

***Jon:*** *This is gonna be a real thrill.*

A moment later, Shane exits the museum, followed by forty armed men, ten of them holding RPGs. He directs and assigns the soldiers into different vehicles, before getting into the armoured vehicle with Benjamin.

***Jon:*** *So - we pull up out front? Surround the building?*

***Benjamin:*** *Indeed. We don’t go attacking immediately. City hall has a balcony. I want that piece of shit to come out and see what he’s up against.*

***Jon:*** *Sure thing.*

***Curtis:*** *Are they going to be expecting us?*

***Benjamin:*** *I doubt it.*

***Shane:*** ***(Grinning)*** *These Rastas are going to shit their pants.*

***Jon:*** *Oh, that they are.*

The convoy pulls off from the museum.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - OUTSIDE ENTRANCE - MIDNIGHT**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR’s convoy pulls up outside of the town hall in the dead of night. Within just a few seconds, the vehicles empty, as men take position all around the street. Benjamin himself stands at the front, looking on at the building.

***Benjamin:*** *Let us give a knock at the door in a way that they’ll hear us. Aim for the windows! Fire once… NOW!*

Forty bullets fly towards the town hall, shattering glass, flying through the building. It goes quiet for a few moments, before a door on the second floor opens. DAMERAE BADRICK steps out onto the balcony.

***Badrick:*** *So. More people that I am yet to meet--that for some reason want me dead, eh? And what is it that caused all of you to raise your pitchforks?*

***Benjamin:*** *Do they look like pitchforks to you?*

***Badrick:*** *Ah, perhaps not. I suppose that--in modern times--we have gotten past that kind of angry mob. What have I done to rile up your bunch? Mr…?*

***Benjamin:*** *Benjamin Taylor. We’re a united front of people who want you out of this town. Before you come for us, we’ve come for you.*

***Badrick:*** *No doubt you all had some involvement in torching my farms then.*

JON MATTHEWS grins, looking up at him.

***Badrick:*** *Well, then, Mr. Taylor. You are going to exterminate us. Is that it?*

***Benjamin:*** *To put it simply, we are.*

***Badrick:*** *Oh - but not even a chance to leave? That seems awfully brutal of you. Mr. Taylor- I ask you to put down your weapons before something nasty happens.*

***Benjamin:*** *Don’t act like you’re in control. You’re facing a sea of firearms that are all pointed at you.*

***Badrick:*** *And at those inside my building, Mr. Taylor.*

Badrick turns back, looking through the open door.

***Badrick:*** *Edward!*

EDWARD REMAR hobbles out onto the balcony.

***Edward:*** *Mr. Badrick?*

***Badrick:*** *Bring her out.*

Edward nods slowly, as he looks on at the army below. He then turns to go back inside.

***Badrick:*** *You are a family man, Mr. Taylor?*

***Benjamin:*** *What gives you that impression…?*

**Badrick:** Oh, nothing much. Just - a few odd things I’ve come to learn.

A moment later, Edward comes back out onto the balcony, this time accompanied by a little girl.

***Sarah:*** *W--what’s going on?*

Benjamin lowers his gun.

***Benjamin:*** *Sarah?*

***Badrick:*** *You will surely not use those rocket launchers now, my friend? I must say, I was upset to see her condition.*

***Benjamin:*** *Sarah! Are you okay?*

Sarah looks down, seeing her father.

***Sarah:*** *Daddy? You found me!* ***(She looks at Badrick)*** *Can I go and see him?*

***Badrick:*** *No, sweet child. You cannot yet. But perhaps, if your father is willing to be fair and reasonable - that chance will come.* ***(He looks back to Benjamin)*** *Lower all of your weapons. Right now.*

***Benjamin:*** *Give me my daughter… and you will be spared.*

Badrick laughs.

***Badrick:*** *Oh, Mr. Taylor. A businessman at heart. I will warn you one more time* ***(He indicates a knife in his pocket)***.

***Benjamin:*** ***(To his army)*** *Lower your guns! Lower them now!*

His army listens, putting down their guns.

***Badrick:*** *Mr. Taylor. You will get your little girl back on one condition.*

***Benjamin:*** *I… I don’t trust you.*

***Badrick:*** *Oh, but I am a very fair man at my core. And it* ***was*** *you who attacked me.*

***Benjamin:*** *What do you want?*

***Badrick:*** *For you to take your army and use it on the mall instead. You kill the rogues that had a part in burning my farms, and your daughter will be returned to you safely… for the time that she has left.*

Benjamin looks down, pondering on his words, before he looks back up, frowning.

***Benjamin:*** *How will you know it’s done?*

***Badrick:*** *I’ll see the mall up in flames* ***(He smiles)***. *Now - I’ll be generous. You have twenty four hours to do this.*

***Sarah:*** *I-- I want to see my dad.*

***Badrick:*** *Head inside, child.*

***Benjamin:*** *Don’t worry, Sarah! I’m-- I’m going to get you back!*

Sarah is taken back inside by Edward.

***Badrick:*** *If you truly love your daughter, you will choose correctly. Now go. I will not leave this crowd at my doorstep.*

Badrick turns away, strolling back into the town hall. Benjamin looks down, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

***Benjamin: (To Shane, quietly)*** *Return to the museum. Take the men back.*

Shane, looking annoyed, turns, ordering everyone back into their cars.

***Jon:*** *And us?*

***Benjamin:*** *Go back to your boss… tell him to wait until further notice. Tell him what Badrick said to us, and tell him I’m going to try and find a solution.*

***Curtis:*** *Sure thing, but… these men need to die either way. With or without your daughter being there. I’m sure we’ll get her out. Come on, Jon.*

Curtis and Jon begin walking away, as Benjamin, Robin and Shane return to their armoured car, speeding away with the convoy.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA/COLBY’S MOVIELAND**

The morning following the attack on the farm, JIM BUTTERMAN comes strolling through the movieland, where he finds WILLIAM REYNES and CLAYTON FREEMAN watching a movie.

***Jim:*** *Hello, boys! How are you all this morning?*

***Clayton:*** *Good.*

***William:*** *A bit tired, but fine.*

***Jim:*** *I hate to be a hassle - but could you maybe help me with something, William?*

***William:*** *Of course.*

He stands up, walking over to Jim, as Clayton listens in to their conversation from his seat.

***Jim:*** *I’d like to gather everyone into the food court for a-- a meeting of sorts!*

***William:*** *That’s no bother, I’ll get to it.*

***Jim:*** *Thank you! I’ll be waiting there.*

Jim walks out.

***Clayton:*** *Aldus is still resting from his wound, so he won’t be able to attend, unfortunately.*

***William:*** *What about Robert? Or-- yeah, I’ll just let Robert work.*

William starts walking out. Quickly, Clayton jumps up, hurrying after William to go with him.

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

WILLIAM REYNES and CLAYTON FREEMAN’s first stop is right outside the movieland, where TEDDY POWELL and KATE BLOODSTONE are playing cards nearby. Kate lays down her card on a table, winning the game.

***Kate: (Gloating)*** *Again.*

***Teddy:*** *Well, you weren’t lying. You got some tactics.*

***William:*** *What game is this?*

***Teddy:*** *Just regular cards. I’m new to it to be fair. I only ever played poker.*

***Kate:*** *This one is happier, more - simple. Just takes your mind off things. Anyway - how are you, William?*

***William:*** *I’m fine, thanks. You both?*

***Kate:*** *Great.*

***Teddy:*** *Yeah. Things have been good for us recently. I mean - hell, I can’t get over having the mall to ourselves.*

***Kate:*** *Hiya, Clayton.*

Clayton gives a wave.

***Kate:*** *So - you guys need anything?*

***William:*** *Aye, I come on a favour for Jim. He’s setting up a meeting in the food court, he wants everyone to attend if possible.*

***Teddy:*** *Alright, sure.*

Teddy and Kate pack up the cards, standing up.

***William:*** *You wouldn’t happen to have seen Jacob around, would you?*

***Kate:*** *Jacob’s up in the security room with Fraser.*

***William:*** *Thanks.*

***Kate:*** *Come on, Teddy.*

***Teddy:*** *Thanks, guys.*

Kate and Teddy walk off, as William and Clayton start heading for the security room.

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**Scene #6**

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

In the security room, JACOB FELDMAN is closely inspecting ALDUS PAXTON’s wound, as FRASER STILLER stands over him.

***Jacob:*** *Fraser, are you sure--*

***Fraser:*** *Mr. Feldman!*

***Jacob:*** *Jacob… just say Jacob.*

***Fraser:*** *I am a fully qualified paramedic, I assure you. I didn’t get labeled the best of the worst in the times newspaper for nothing!*

***Jacob:*** *Ugh…*

***Fraser:*** *Now, if I inspect dear Aldus’ wound… we’ll find that it just needs a little bit of-- y’know, medical stuff. I’ve got this all under control. Trust me, with myself as our medic, Owen won’t need to work a day in his life!*

WILLIAM REYNES and CLAYTON FREEMAN enter the room, looking over.

***William:*** *Doctor.*

***Fraser:*** *Ah! Hello there, fair knight!*

***Jacob:*** *Where have you guys been?*

***William:*** *Watching a movie.*

***Jacob:*** *What movie?*

***William:*** *You’d have to ask Clayton, he put it on.*

In the background, Fraser takes out a pair of tweezers.

***Fraser:*** *I will now - extract the bullet.*

***Jacob:*** *Owen already did that.*

***Fraser:*** *Oh-- of course! Of course! These are just-- he could always get shot again, y’know?* ***(He puts the tweezers down)*** *I-I suppose another lair of bandages wouldn’t hurt!*

He hurries over to a cupboard, opening it and grabbing some more bandages.

***Fraser:*** *I know this is gonna work.*

***William:*** *It’s been disinfected, right?*

***Fraser:*** *Hmm? I’m sure it has* ***(He waves a hand)***.

***Jacob:*** *Fraser… were you seriously a paramedic?*

***Fraser:*** *Oh, I really was!*

***William:*** *How old are his current bandages?*

***Fraser:*** *They were just put on a few hours ago!*

***Jacob: (To William)*** *You need anything - or you just here to watch the show?*

***William:*** *I wish I could stay to watch the show but-- Jim’s hosting a meeting in the food court. He’d like you all to come.*

ALBERT HANSON, from over on another couch, sits up.

***Albert:*** *Even me?*

***William:*** *Preferably, yes. You’re a core group member. Anyone know where Marcus is?*

***Fraser:*** *Marcus is in the North Plaza! He was down there getting some food from the supermarket--*

***William:*** *Randall too?*

***Fraser:*** *Randalllllll… I have no idea* ***(He shrugs)***.

***Jacob:*** *He’s on the roof with Zac.*

***William:*** *Thanks, folks. And what about Felix - Erin?*

***Jacob:*** *Felix… who really knows anymore. Erin - she’s in Al Fresca. I’ll get her. You get the others.*

***William:*** *I’ll have a word with Felix when I see him.*

***Jacob:*** *Alright.*

***William:*** *See you folk.*

***Fraser:*** *I will head down to this meeting, yes!*

William and everybody else exit the room, leaving behind Aldus to rest peacefully.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - MID-MORNING**

WILLIAM REYNES emerges out onto the roof, approaching RANDALL FORSTER and ZAC BARNES.

***Randall:*** *Ey.*

***William:*** *A nice view, isn’t it?*

***Randall:*** *Stunning. Better than being pinned down to the Entrance Plaza on watch.*

***William:*** *How’re you holding up?*

***Randall:*** *How am I holding up?*

***William:*** *Your wounds.*

***Randall:*** *I healed sometime - two days ago? And I’ve been bloody brilliant since. Though when I see that fucker who shot me… oh, he’s gonna get a beating! A one, a two, slam! Or-- maybe just a shot to the head.*

***William:*** *We’re - allies with them now, won’t last long. You’ll get your chance, I’d say.*

***Zac:*** *We’re allies with who?*

***William:*** *The assholes who invaded us.*

***Zac:*** *The assholes that tipped our ambulance? Bad idea.*

***William:*** *We have a common enemy. Bigger assholes. The Rastas.*

***Zac:*** *Fuck the Rastas, they aren’t intelligent. They’ll die off to the dead. They are high half the time. Useless immigrants. They should have no real footing here.*

***William:*** *They’re intelligent enough… We attacked them yesterday, and they knew how to repel us.*

***Zac:*** *Just ‘cause they can shoot a gun don’t mean anything.*

***Randall:*** *You need something, William?*

***William:*** *Yeah - actually. Jim is hosting a meeting, down in the food court.*

***Randall:*** *Oh?*

***Zac:*** *A meeting about what? Stocking shelves?*

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

***Randall:*** *Nah, he’s a good bloke. Let’s go see.*

Zac shrugs, annoyed, and follows Randall and William back down into the security room.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE BAR**

AUSTIN KINGSTON, pencil in hand, writes down a note on a piece of paper for a passed out Logan, letting him know that he was heading out towards the gun store in Willamette Mall. When he’s finished, he drops the pencil and leaves the note on the bar counter, before turning around and hobbling over to the front door, still in pain from the cuts he received in the accident. Austin grabs his shotgun and a duffel bag from beside the door, and heads outside.

Outside, he heads across the street, keeping an eye out for zombies. He slips through an unlocked door, and then into a garage, where a car is waiting for him. He opens the garage door, gets into the car, and reverses out.

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA**

A wooden board flies off of one of the windows beside the back entrance. Then another one, before AUSTIN KINGSTON manages to squeeze himself through. Grunting, Austin wipes himself off, as he walks through the plaza, shotgun in hand, and duffel bag on his back. Keeping his eyes and ears open, he quietly heads down a wide hallway, where he lays eyes on The Huntin’ Shack. Quickly, he moves over to the store, heading inside.

**Scene #9 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA/THE HUNTIN’ SHACK**

Inside, Austin smirks, looking on at the dozens of guns hung on the walls. He lays his shotgun onto the counter, taking off the duffel bag. Just as he starts opening the bag, he hears a door open behind him.

***Marcus: (Aiming a pistol)*** *Easy there, fella. I saw you sneaking in. Drop what you’re holding.*

Austin frowns in annoyance, setting the duffel bag onto the ground. He then turns around with his hands raised.

***Austin:*** *Hey, buddy, I’m just looking for some guns for me and my friend, okay? I didn’t know anyone was here.*

***Marcus:*** *You must’ve known - the back entrance is boarded up. Now step out.*

***Austin:*** *Come on, man. Let’s just talk this out.*

***Marcus:*** *We’re willing to be reasonable, but you’ve gotta talk to the others. I’m new here.*

***Austin:*** *I can give you some of my supplies for a few guns.*

***Marcus:*** *We’re willing to trade. Come on, step out.*

Austin slowly picks up his duffel bag and shotgun, and heads towards the doors, as MARCUS DOWNES keeps aim at him.

**Scene #9 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA**

Austin exits the gun shop, walking down the hallway with Marcus, until the two of them make it into an open section in the plaza, where they continue walking, slowly.

***Austin:*** *So, uh, what’s your name?*

***Marcus:*** *I’m Marcus. Marcus Downes. You?*

***Austin:*** *Austin Kingston. So, how many of you guys are there? All those guns back there -- gotta be a few people here.*

***Marcus:*** *There's - quite a lot of us. I’m… new here, though. But, uh- there’s quite a few, yeah.*

***Austin:*** *Where are we going?*

***Marcus:*** *I’m taking you up to the security room, see if there’s anyone there who can--*

WILLIAM REYNES is seen walking over towards the two of them.

***Marcus:*** *Hey-- we got, uh… a guy strolled in here. He seems nice enough--*

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

***Marcus:*** *He wants to trade for guns. But, uh - thought I’d wait for someone like you to make that choice.*

***William:*** *What does he have to offer?*

***Austin:*** *I have, uh… food, water - mostly booze. Whiskey.*

***Marcus:*** *How’d you even break in here? We’re boarded up.*

***Austin:*** *I needed some guns. Just found a way in.*

***William:*** *Desperation drives a man. You part of a community or a group?*

***Austin:*** *No-- just me and my buddy. We’re held up at a bar in town. I used to run it.*

***William: (Nodding slowly)*** *What’s your name?*

***Austin:*** *I’m-- Austin Kingston.*

***William:*** *You ever killed anyone? Humans, that is.*

He shakes his head.

***William:*** *Well - I mean, I can extend my arm and offer you shelter here. Both you and your friend could join us. We have liquor… if that’s what you’re worried about.*

Austin grins, considering his proposition.

***Austin:*** *Well… I’d have to go get my buddy. He ain’t far.*

***William:*** *Of course. You go do that, and return here through the same entrance, and come to the food court.* ***(He turns to Marcus)*** *Meeting being held in the food court, by the way. Jim’s hosting.*

***Marcus:*** *Right, I’ll head there.*

William turns, walking off. Austin gives a nod to Marcus, before turning to leave.

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**Scene #10**

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

On his way to Al Fresca Plaza, JACOB FELDMAN stops in at The Sinister Read, lifting up the shutters to see ALEX WEISS inside.

***Jacob:*** *Alex, hey.*

Alex waves at him.

***Jacob:*** *How are you today?*

***Alex:*** *I am feeling brilliant. And you?*

***Jacob:*** *Oh, I’m great, thanks. So, uh-- how are you like it here?*

***Alex: (He smiles)*** *It’s just great. I like it here. I have everything I need.*

***Jacob:*** *That’s great… and-- well, we’re in this phase of giving you chances to prove yourself, and-- there’s a meeting in the food court. If you would like to come…? Everyone will be there.*

***Alex:*** *Ah… everyone? If it’s like that…*

Alex slips a knife into his bag.

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

***Jacob:*** *You don’t need a knife, Alex. You come unarmed.*

***Alex:*** *You don’t understand.*

***Jacob:*** *I do understand.*

Jacob steps into the store, walking over and taking the knife out of Alex’s bag. He sets it back onto the table.

***Jacob:*** *It’ll be waiting here for you.*

***Alex:*** *I… that knife and I…*

***Jacob:*** *Alex-don’t pull this funny shit on me. Just come on. We’re going to the food court for the meeting, which I’ve trusted you enough to come to. To try and help you settle into the group… especially after what you did.*

***Alex:*** *S-sure…*

***Jacob:*** *Come on, then.*

***Alex:*** *Alright…*

Alex gets up, following Jacob out.

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - AL FRESCA PLAZA**

JACOB FELDMAN and ALEX WEISS come walking out into the plaza. When Jacob sees ERIN MONROE walking out of the pharmacy, he nudges Alex, and points ahead to the food court doors.

***Jacob:*** *Alex - keep walking onto the food court. It’s up ahead. That’s where everyone is. Alright?*

***Alex:*** *Yes…* ***(He nods)***

Erin steps out, approaching them.

***Erin:*** *Jacob, Alex, hello.*

Alex gives a wave, before he walks on ahead. Jacob stops in front of Erin.

***Jacob:*** *You all done?*

***Erin:*** *I am. What’s up?*

***Jacob:*** *There’s a meeting- food court. Just came to collect you.*

***Erin:*** *Sure thing-but, can we have a moment, real quick?*

***Jacob:*** *Sure, sure. What is it?*

***Erin:*** *Jacob-- I haven’t told you why-- why I came here…*

***Jacob: (He takes her hand)*** *Yeah - what--what’s up?*

***Erin:*** *Jacob…* ***(She smiles slightly)*** *I’m nervous but I’m excited. I feel scared but I--*

***Jacob:*** *What’s wrong?*

***Erin:*** *I love you. I want you to know that.*

***Jacob:*** *Erin. What’s wrong?*

***Erin:*** *I’m… for the short time we’ve known each other-- since the start of this… I’ve found myself happy to build a life with you here. I just-- don’t know how you’ll react to this.*

***Jacob:*** *What is it? It’s alright?*

***Erin:*** *--I’m pregnant.*

***Jacob:*** *With-with mine?*

***Erin:*** *Of course. Jesus. Yes--*

***Jacob:*** *That’s… that’s amazing.*

***Erin:*** *I’m… How do we do it?*

***Jacob:*** *What? Raise one in this?*

She nods.

***Jacob:*** *We’ll find a way* ***(He hugs her)***. *Let’s just - be happy. This is amazing, alright? I’m happy.*

***Erin:*** *I-I am, too.*

***Jacob:*** *Come on. Let’s go to the food court-- or do you need a moment?*

***Erin:*** *I’m fine… I’m happy. Let’s go* ***(She smiles)***.

***Jacob:*** *Alright.*

They walk on into the food court together.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

JACOB FELDMAN and ERIN MONROE, holding hands, stroll on into the food court, where the rest of the group is waiting. Jacob clears his throat.

***Jacob:*** *Just thought I’d clear the air real quick. Er--*

***Erin:*** *I’m pregnant.*

RANDALL FORSTER nearly chokes on a burger, as he looks up at them.

***Randall:*** *Ahahahaha, they boned!*

A couple of chuckles come from ALBERT HANSON and WILLIAM REYNES, but ALEX WEISS starts laughing loudly.

***Randall:*** *Sorry-- that’s amazing.*

***Erin:*** ***(Smiling)*** *I swear, Randall…*

***Randall:*** *Alright, alright.*

***William:*** *Godfather claim.*

***Jacob:*** *For sure.*

Jacob and Erin go to take a seat.

***Erin:*** *Does anyone know what this is about?*

***William:*** *No. Not a fucking clue.* ***(Whispering to Jacob)*** *Robert wants to see you after this, I think.*

Jacob nods.

***Kate:*** *We haven’t really ever had meetings before. It’s -- weird. I mean-- does anybody mind me asking - who leads us? For so long I thought it was Felix until he went and hit the bottle.*

***Teddy:*** *Speaking of which - where is Felix?*

KATE BLOODSTONE shrugs. Nearby, JIM BUTTERMAN is seen walking into the food court, a smile on his face.

***Albert:*** *The man of the hour is here.*

***Jim:*** *Hello everyone! Thank you all for coming, and thank you William for getting them! I am so pleased that we finally have structure like this.*

***William:*** *My pleasure.*

***Jim:*** *I just wanted to have a meeting about--and I hope it does not sound boring--community!*

William raises a hand, interrupting Jim.

***William:*** *Erin’s pregnant with Jacob’s child - just to start on a good note.*

***Jim:*** *Oh, well that’s fantastic! That’s a positive.*

***Randall:*** *A positive in two ways. Ey. Ey?*

***Zac:*** *Huh?*

Randall looks down sadly.

***Jim:*** *Anyways! We’ve lived here for a few weeks now, and it’s been lovely. But I must say-- we should really get more of a timetable - in order to really establish something between us all. I have a few ideas that I’d like to pitch. For starters, I’m hosting this in the food court because I think it’d be nice if every morning for breakfast, and every night for supper, we all had the option to come here and all dine together! A big table, food set out. People can cook certain days! And - we’d all have a nice time to treasure together, sharing a meal.*

***Teddy:*** *I’m all for it. Sounds amazing.*

***William:*** *Sounds fucking awesome.*

ZAC BARNES leans back, looking up at the ceiling.

***Zac:*** *I guess.*

***Kate:*** *I’m for it, for sure.*

***Alex:*** *Sounds like wasting supplies!*

***Albert:*** *I like it - but it seems a bit… overkill. I mean, it’s the apocalypse, not the last supper.*

***Kate:*** *Yeah, but I think Jim means maybe-- not like some fancy dinner. Just a place where we optionally serve food.*

***Jacob:*** *I’d like it if… y’know, we had one big table set out here. And you could just dine - I guess. What else you got, Jim?*

***Jim:*** *Well actually, I heard a fantastic idea from Teddy the other day. I’d like for him to pitch it to you all.*

William leans in to Jacob and Erin, talking to them quietly.

***William:*** *While you’re talking with Robert, I’ll have a supply run for mothercare and baby food.*

***Erin:*** *Oh-- William, you don’t need to. It’s a hassle. But-- I can do it, or someone. You’ve already been so supportive of this group.*

***William:*** *I’ll do it - it’s fine.*

***Erin:*** *Well… thank you.*

TEDDY POWELL stands up, addressing the group.

***Teddy:*** *So. Mall defenses. I think it’s a pretty important thing to discuss. We’ve got two main entrances into here. I think we should litter them with traps - and maybe even additional fences in some places to really ensure this place is held down in case of attack.*

***Alex:*** *And kill innocent people with it?*

***Marcus:*** ***(To Alex)*** *People who are approaching the mall - they won’t get caught in  the traps, surely? It’d be ones we set off, right?*

***William:*** *I heard Robert is making something - unsure what, but I heard him cough out the word fence.*

***Teddy:*** *Where is he? And where is Felix?*

***Albert:*** *Felix probably ran off again.*

***Jim:*** *I’ll be sure to get a word with Robert when I can.*

FELIX QUARTERMAN abruptly enters the food court through the Wonderland Plaza doors, stumbling over to them, drunk.

***Felix:*** *What the fuck is all this? What is this fucking concert of people doing? All in one damn place!*

***Jim:*** *It’s alright, Felix. We’re just discussing the future of the mall.*

***Felix:*** *Future of the mall? F--future? Jim - the only fucking future is the one where we all eventually rot in the ground. You know-- you’re all real good at picking fights with the fucking RASTAS! You really doomed our fate there, whoever the fuck did that!*

Alex starts laughing at him.

***Alex:*** *Ahahah. He’s depressed!*

***Felix:*** *What the fuck did you say? You’re a psychopath!*

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

***Felix:*** *If anything - you ought to be in the ground already! You gonna stab me, too? For fun? Is that it?*

***Clayton:*** *Break it up, guys.*

***Alex:*** *Well… who knows?*

***Felix:*** *I’ll tell you what- I ‘ll fucking stab you first! Just like that fucking clown! You both belong in the damn ground! One is down.* ***(He pulls out a knife)*** *It’s about time you learnt--*

He stumbles towards Alex with the knife, but Zac and William jump up, holding him back.

***Zac:*** *Easy, easy.*

***Felix:*** *Oh - come the fuck on! He-- he disappears for weeks - after murdering someone! Pops back up - and just fucking gets let back in?! Is that it?!*

***Kate:*** *Felix - he’s changed. He’s different now. He’s with us.*

***Clayton: (Quietly, unheard)*** *It’s an act-- he took my gun and tossed it--*

***William:*** *He’s under rehabilitation.*

***Kate:*** *He’s odd - but he’s with us. And I think Felix should be too. Though-- away from the bottle.*

***Felix:*** *I don’t need your fucking advice.*

***Randall: (Standing up)*** *Ey, Felix…*

***Felix:*** *Oh, here he comes. Our resident fucking Chief Wiggum speaking up again.*

***Albert:*** *Can everyone just calm down…*

***Randall: (To Felix)*** *Ey, fuck off. Ruining our day-- Erin’s pregnant, you know?*

***Felix:*** *Oh, BRILLIANT! A fucking child. Just to worsen our bloody case. We’ve got a fucking child coming into this - how fucking stupid can you get?*

***William:*** *Easy there…*

In the back, Alex giggles quietly, watching the situation unfold.

***Clayton: (Quietly)*** *We should keep watch of Alex before I ‘accidently’ shoot him--*

Alex hears him, and looks over, a smile on his face. Nobody else hears.

***Erin:*** *Felix. Calm. The fuck. Down.*

***Felix:*** *Would it have been so hard for your horny boyfriend to just wear some fucking protection? The one you’ve known for - what, two fucking weeks? I get all the wrong fucking signs from that!* ***(To Jacob)*** *You’ve really fucked up now!*

***Clayton: (Quietly, still on about Alex)*** *He might sneak under the radar if he has the chance. Maybe we assign two people to do a daily check in his cell.*

Jacob stands up, facing Felix.

***Jacob:*** *It’s going to work, you drunken piece of shit.*

***Albert:*** *What a nice meeting.*

***Jim:*** *Uh-- let’s - let’s dismiss! I… we’ve… discussed…*

Jim frowns, taking a seat. The majority of the group starts to depart from the food court, while William grabs Felix by the arms and takes him out into another plaza.

After most people have left, Alex walks over to Clayton, smiling.

***Alex:*** *I heard you.*

***Clayton:*** *I know. And I won’t hesitate next time.*

***Alex:*** *Then shoot me.*

***Clayton:*** *Not yet. I’m waiting for a reason.*

***Jacob:*** *What’s wrong with you two?*

***Kate:*** *So… are we returning Alex to his cell? Or is he staying out?*

***Alex:*** *I liked my cell.*

***Clayton:*** ***(To Jacob)*** *He took my gun from me yesterday, and tossed it aside. I say we assign two people to check his cell daily. I don’t trust him.*

***Kate:*** *I already check his cell regularly.*

***Clayton:*** *Yeah, yeah.*

Clayton turns around and starts walking off.

***Clayton:*** ***(Quietly)*** *I’m gonna shoot him one day…*

***Zac:*** *Right… I assume this meeting is over, people? After that drunken maniac broke it all up?*

***Alex:*** *Yes, Zac. He ruined everything - and wanted to stab me!*

Alex turns to Jacob.

***Alex:*** *I would have needed my knife to protect me. See? You just don’t understand.*

***Jacob:*** *Well-- that shit doesn’t usually happen.*

Kate approaches Alex.

***Kate:*** *I can take you back to your cell.*

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

***Kate:*** *Alright, let’s go.*

She takes him through Al Fresca Plaza.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

WILLIAM REYNES, grabbing onto FELIX QUARTERMAN’s shirt, brings him over to the stairs in the Entrance Plaza.

***Felix:*** *What- what the fuck do you need?*

He shakes William off of him.

***Felix:*** *What?!*

***William:*** *You and I need to talk. Right now. In the office.*

***Felix:*** *We can talk-- right here!* ***(He sits down on the steps)*** *I am not going to the office.*

Sighing, William takes a seat next to him.

***William:*** *Felix - you need to accept it. Yeah, Helen died, and you knew her for a long time. It’s fucking difficult, I know.*

***Felix:*** *I don’t-- you - you miss the problem. The- the branches! Helen-- Helen was our leader. She… she guided us* ***(He looks down, frowning)***. *She… I trusted her with our group. I saw a future. When she-- when she died… she wanted to pass that onto me. She wanted me to step up and be like her. And in truth… I knew I couldn’t do that. Nor deserve that. Because I can’t. Helen-- was a fantastic leader. She was the matriarch of the group. She wanted to- to…*

Felix goes quiet.

***William:*** *Would she have left it to you if she didn’t think you could? Was she wise?*

***Felix:*** *She had faith in me, that’s why. Nobody else in this fucking mall does, and rightfully so. By the time she died--you know, don’t lie to me--I was a burden! Nobody liked me, and nobody does. Don’t lie to yourself or me! My best friend is the bottle.*

***William:*** *I - do. It’s not a lie. I like Felix, I don’t like the alcoholic-blind Felix. I told Helen I’d keep you safe, and I’m extending that to you now.*

KATE BLOODSTONE and ALEX WEISS are seen entering the plaza. They slowly begin walking over to William and Felix.

***Felix:*** *I told Helen a lot of things. And-- I can’t do them. I can’t honour her. Because I can’t lead.*

***William:*** *That’s what you're telling yourself. Have you tried to lead? Would I be having this conversation if I didn’t think you could?*

***Kate:*** *Felix. You* ***can*** *lead.*

***Alex:*** *He can?*

***Kate:*** *You were management here--and, fair enough, a bit of a dick. But you kept things running with Helen. She wouldn’t have respected you otherwise.*

Felix shakes his head, still looking down.

***Felix:*** *And after that drunken accident today, you think anyone is going to accept me? No. Not one.*

***Kate:*** *You can make amends. You can start over.*

***William:*** *They will. You have my word. I’ll speak on your behalf.*

***Alex:*** *Well, let’s be honest…*

Felix looks up, seeing him.

***Alex:*** *No one wants a drunken leader.*

***Felix:*** *And there we have it. He’s right.*

***Kate:*** *You’d be giving up the bottle. Felix… you’d have to.*

***William:*** *Trust us on this - it’ll do you good.*

Felix slowly nods, standing up.

***Felix:*** *Just - give me some time to think. Some-- some time. And space.*

He walks down the stairs, stumbling off into Paradise Plaza.

***Kate:*** *Think it worked?*

***William:*** *I think so… I hope so.*

***Kate:*** *Hey - William. Could you finish taking Alex to his cell? I’m gonna go check in on Jim. It’s The Sinister Read.*

***William:*** *Yeah, sure.*

Kate nods, turning to walk off.

***Alex:*** *Let’s have a cup of tea, William!*

***William:*** *Okay-- come on.*

He takes Alex up the stairs.

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

In the food court, JIM BUTTERMAN is sitting on a step, shaking his head. TEDDY POWELL sits next to him. Around the rest of the food court, people are sitting, conversing with each other.

***Jim:*** *Oh… it’s pathetic, isn’t it?*

***Teddy:*** *Come on - hey. Where’s that classic Jim optimism? The meeting was fine. Felix’s actions shouldn’t change that. This is still a strong group, Jim. And those changes - they’ll happen.*

***Fraser:*** *Hey - hey! I can cheer all of you up! Fear not!*

***Jim: (To Fraser)*** *Oh - your happiness just brings a smile anyway* ***(He smiles)***.

***Teddy:*** *What’s the idea, Fraser?*

***Fraser:*** *Zac-Zac! Tell them-- about my milkshakes!*

***Zac:*** *What about them? I’m not your damn advertiser.*

***Fraser:*** *About how good they are! It’s… I can make milkshakes! I can. First day of the apocalypse, when I met Zac, I made my traditional milkshakes for the whole gang! I am TALENTED! Let me make you all one. There’s a place here, right?*

***Teddy:*** *Yeah-- yeah, Paradise Plaza.*

***Zac:*** *I’ll admit - this man here may perhaps be the worst paramedic I have ever met. But he knows how to make a milkshake. I will give him that benefit of the doubt.*

***Fraser:*** *Professional paramedic AND milkshake maker. I can do both!*

***Jacob:*** *Your milkshakes must be some god-sent gift if they are this exciting.*

***Fraser:*** *You’ll see when you try one! One for the-- coming baby, too?*

RANDALL FORSTER stands up nearby.

***Randall:*** *Haha… I’m coming, too.*

***Jim:*** *Oh, Randall. What to do with you?* ***(He grins)*** *Shall we head to Paradise Plaza?*

***Fraser:*** *Paradise - the place where my grand beverages are made! Come, come!*

***Jacob: (To Erin)*** *You up for it?*

***Erin:*** *How could I skip the chance? Let’s go.*

***Jacob:*** *Alright. Though - I gotta go speak with Robert first. ‘Scuse me a moment, gang. I’ll catch up.*

JACOB FELDMAN heads off to go find Robert, while everyone else walks off towards Paradise Plaza.

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**Scene #15**

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

WILLIAM REYNES enters The Sinister Read, following ALEX WEISS.

***Alex:*** *Take a seat. Green or black?*

***William:*** *Green… Sencha - in Japanese.*

Alex begins brewing the tea.

***Alex:*** *So. Felix seems to be in a broken state.*

***William:*** *He is.*

***Alex:*** *And I fear that one wrong step could cause him to… y’know?*

***William:*** *Mmm. I’m sure he didn’t mean to call you a psychopath back there. It was just a tricky situation.*

***Alex:*** *Thanks, and it’s alright.*

After a while, the tea finishes up, and Alex retrieves it, filling up two cups. He approaches William, handing him one of them.

***William:*** *Danke schön.*

Alex smiles at his knowledge of German, as he goes to sit down beside him, sipping at his tea. William sips at his tea as well.

***Alex:*** *Hey, William?*

***William:*** *Hm?*

***Alex:*** *I prepared that cup of yours for a situation like this.*

William lowers his cup, looking over at Alex suspiciously.

***William:*** *Prepared?*

***Alex:*** *I knew that someone would finally drink tea with me.*

Alex chuckles softly, taking another sip of his drink. William sets his down on the table, looking more nervous.

***William:*** *And by that you mean?*

***Alex:*** *What do you expect me to say?*

***William:*** *Poison…*

***Alex:*** *Poison? Why? That’d be bad* ***(He takes another sip)***.

***William:*** *Because you’re a stranger and strangers try to poison you.*

***Alex:*** *Stranger?*

***William:*** ***(Aggressively)*** *Then what do you mean?*

***Alex:*** *Stranger…?*

***William:*** *You’ve been on the run for two weeks. Yes, a stranger.*

***Alex:*** *No, no, no. I’m not a stranger.*

***William:*** *I suppose not. You know my name - and thus mutual.*

***Alex:*** *Are you enjoying your tea?*

Alex smiles, continuing to take sips at his tea. William then picks his cup back up, gulping down the tea.

***Alex:*** *Poison would be bad, and I’m not bad. But sleep medicine is not harmful.*

William kicks his chair back, standing up. He unholsters his pistol, pointing it at Alex.

***William:*** *Doesn’t work that fast.*

***Alex:*** *I know. You have around fifteen minutes to shoot me.*

***William:*** *Stay where you are…*

He backs out of the store, keeping his gun aimed. Alex grins the entire time, sipping his tea slowly. When he’s finally out of the shop, William holsters his gun, and pulls down the shutters, locking Alex inside.

**Scene #15 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

William walks down the stairs, shaking his head. CLAYTON FREEMAN, who’s sitting nearby, sees him.

***Clayton:*** *What happened?*

***William:*** *Alex - tried to drug me.*

***Clayton:*** *Should I kill him?*

***William:*** *No-- just keep an eye on his cell. Don’t enter.*

***Clayton:*** *If you see Randall, tell him to take guard here, then.*

Clayton stands, passing by William and heading up the stairs.

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - SECOND FLOOR**

At the town hall, EDWARD REMAR checks in on SARAH TAYLOR in her room.

***Edward:*** *Sarah?*

Sarah sits up from her bed.

***Sarah:*** *Hi, Edward.*

***Edward:*** *I- I thought you maybe wanted some company.* ***(He sits next to her)*** *How are you feeling?*

***Sarah:*** *I… I miss my dad. I miss him so much. I finally found him… and I’m not allowed to see him* ***(She frowns)***.

***Edward:*** *I… I’m sure your father is doing all he can. It’s-- a confusing situation. I understand the pain of it.  And - I swear to you, Sarah, I’ll make sure you see him one way or another.*

***Sarah:*** *Edward…?*

***Edward:*** *Yes?*

***Sarah:*** *I have a question.*

***Edward:*** *Oh-- ask away.*

***Sarah:*** *What did Mr. Badrick mean when he spoke about the time I had left?*

Edward looks down, frowning.

***Edward:*** *He-- he meant the time you have left before your dad comes to collect you* ***(He forces a smile)***. *Alright?*

She nods, smiling back.

***Edward:*** *You’re a good friend, Edward. I want you to have this.*

Sarah takes off her bracelet, offering it to him.

***Edward:*** *Oh - you shouldn’t. It’s yours.*

***Sarah:*** *It’s a friendship bracelet. I have two. One for me and one for you.*

Edward takes it from her hands gently, putting it on his wrist.

***Edward:*** *Thank you, Sarah.*

He looks away from her a moment, frowning and almost tearing up, before looking back at her.

***Edward:*** *Thank you very much* ***(He wipes his eyes)***.

***Sarah:*** *Is something wrong? Are you okay?*

***Edward:*** *I-- I am just thankful, so happy. You’re a good friend. I’ll make sure you are reunited with your father. I promise.*

***Sarah:*** *Thank you. I hope you come in again later. I’ll rest for now.*

***Edward:*** *T-- that’s a good idea. Rest well.*

He stands up, exiting the room. Outside, he closes the door gently, looking down at the bracelet on his wrist.

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**Scene #17**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - MAIN OFFICE**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR slams his fist against the desk.

***Benjamin:*** *That -- that MONSTER has grasped my little girl - and won’t LET HER GO!*

He swipes his hand across the desk, papers, pens and everything else in the way flying off. ROBIN CLARKE looks at him, standing with hands together at his waist.

***Robin:*** *We’ll get her back, boss.*

***Benjamin:*** *How?! By breaking our alliance-- and WORKING WITH HIM?! No, no. I REFUSE! I need to--*

***Robin:*** *What choice do we have, sir? Your entire goal has been to get Sarah back. And it’s become our goal, too. None of us want to stand aside and watch as your little girl--who is in critical condition--is stolen from you in her final days by some drug lord.*

***Benjamin:*** *Oh-- when you put it like that it makes me even angrier. Mr. Haywood-- Robin, when you see him, tell him to arrange squads. For one - we must go to the mall.*

***Robin:*** *To attack it, sir?*

***Benjamin:*** *No… no.*

***Robin:*** *He has your daughter, sir. If he does not see the mall going up in flames, he will kill her.*

Benjamin slams a hand against the desk again, yelling. He slumps back into his chair, burying his head in his hands.

***Robin:*** *It seems we must, sir.*

***Benjamin:*** *No-- we’ll think of something outside the box. We’ll… meet with them. Set up a plan - with them and Mr. Wright. We surely outnumber them all together.*

***Robin:*** *If they truly have a humvee equipped with a machine gun, then I think it counts for a few.*

***Benjamin: (Sighing)*** *We’ll think of something.*

***Robin:*** *They probably have scouts watching the mall, sir. If they see us approaching with no intent of attack, it won’t look good. They might take action.*

***Benjamin:*** *Then we’ll use someone on our behalf, to sneak in as a representative to meet with them. It’s crucial we speak with them. They surely won’t kill us on sight if we’re allies. Perhaps Mr. Wright can send one - or Mr. Haywood can go. We just-- need to wait.*

Robin nods slowly.

***Robin:*** *Shall I leave you for now?*

***Benjamin:*** *Yes… yes.*

Robin dismisses himself from the office, leaving Benjamin to ponder over what to do.

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**Scene #18**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA/CRISLIPS HOME SALOON**

JACOB FELDMAN enters Crislips Home Saloon, a hardware store, where he sees ROBERT MORGAN putting a fence together.

***Jacob:*** *Robert? You wanted to see me?*

***Robert:*** *Jacob-- hel--* ***(He coughs)*** *Hello.*

Robert puts his hand to his mouth and whistles, and out of nowhere APOLLO comes running over.

***Robert:*** *Since you’re - one of the only people around here that I-- firmly recognize-- I’d like you to meet my puppy.*

Jacob kneels down, petting the dog.

***Jacob:*** *I’ve seen him, friend. It’s been a few weeks -- it’s just that you often camp out over here. Why? Why do you sit out here alone?* ***(About Apollo)*** *And what’s his name again?*

***Robert:*** *His name-- is Apollo. And I’m out here because I don’t wanna give you all whatever I have. You see--* ***(He coughs and sniffles)*** *I’ve realized I don’t have the flu. You don’t cough blood with the flu. In-- in truth, it’s probably fatal, whatever it is. I’ve come to terms. I’ve been physically degrading, but mentally upgrading, if that makes sense.*

Robert looks down, seeing Jacob petting Apollo.

***Robert:*** *Apollo - he’s young-- very young.*

***Jacob:*** *He’s a cute little pupper.*

***Robert:*** *He needs a recognizable face - so I decided-- who better t-than you.*

***Jacob:*** *Than me? Well, that’d be a second addition to the family. Erin-- she’s… well, y’know.*

***Robert:*** *W--woah. Well done* ***(He claps, smiling)***.

***Jacob:*** *Fatherhood in this - I don’t know how it’ll work-- but maybe Apollo would be healthy practice. I’m half joking, but-- having a little doggo, that’s like having a kid.*

***Robert:*** *You’re dead right. It’s how I got used to my kids.*

***Jacob:*** *You had kids, huh?*

***Robert:*** *Both dead now. But we all agreed to meet in-- in heaven, should we all die.*

***Jacob:*** *You aren’t giving me Apollo for no reason, are you? You, uh-- you worried? I’d say to go and check up with Fraser - but I think Owen would be a better shot.*

***Robert:*** *I’m not-- not worried. I’ve- accepted it. I wish I could go get a check up, but chances are, it’s too late. I would say pneumonia, but the tinnitus is a symptom of tuberculosis.*

***Jacob:*** *I mean you can lessen it - to hold it back. I’m sure they can. I know they can. Owen has done some miracles. He’s the reason half of us are still here.*

***Robert:*** *Can he create a vaccine from scratch, though? That’d-- that’d be more William’s field.* ***(He coughs)*** *Sorry for the depressing thoughts on the big day.*

***Jacob:*** *I’d put your best chances in Owen. William would have a small role in that, but they’d both be willing to help.* ***(He stands up)*** *Apollo is cute, and I’ll happily look out for him - but while you’re still well, you keep him. Not until this condition - worsens* ***(He frowns)***.

***Robert:*** *Of course.*

***Jacob:*** *I’m gonna go check in on Erin, alright? And - tomorrow, I’m gonna make sure you see Owen.*

***Robert:*** *Alright, th- thanks.*

As Jacob is leaving, Robert pulls out a handkerchief, coughing loudly into it. When he pulls the cloth away, he looks on at blood.

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**Scene #19**

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

Outside the bookstore, CLAYTON FREEMAN is seated on a bench, his arms crossed, when suddenly he hears a cry for help inside.

***Alex:*** *Open! I smell something burning! You need to open!*

Clayton remains seated, not falling for his trick.

***Alex:*** *Please, fast!*

Clayton ignores ALEX WEISS for as long as he can, until he too sniffs, and smells something burning. Now believing Alex, he stands up, approaching the shutters.

***Alex:*** *Help!*

***Clayton:*** *Fine, fine!*

He lifts the shutters, looking inside to see neither Alex nor anything burning.

***Clayton:*** *The fuck’s wrong?*

Suddenly, Alex leaps out from the side, throwing a burning plastic bag onto him.

***Clayton:*** *AGH--*

He swipes the bag off of him, smacking his clothing, making sure that it doesn’t catch fire. When Clayton looks back up, he notices Alex making a run for it down the stairs. Drawing his gun, Clayton takes chase.

**Scene #19 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

In the Entrance Plaza, RANDALL FORSTER watches as Alex comes running down the stairs. He quickly stands up.

***Randall:*** *Oy! What the fuck are you doing?*

On the stairs, Clayton shouts to Randall.

***Clayton:*** *HE’S TRYING TO ESCAPE!*

Randall looks back over to Alex, who’s already nearly at the doors to Al Fresca Plaza.

***Randall:*** *Let’s fucking get him, partner!*

They both aim guns at Alex.

***Randall:*** *OY, PSYCHO! DOWN ON THE GROUND--*

Alex continues running. Both Randall and Clayton open fire, but miss Alex as he bolts through the doors. They pursue him.

**Scene #19 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

Clayton and Randall come sprinting into the food court, where they glimpse Alex jumping over a counter into the Central Tacos restaurant.

***Randall:*** ***(Out of breath)*** *Fuck me-- the running-- the damn running!*

***Clayton:*** *Close the shutters. He won’t escape if we trap him in.*

Randall stumbles forward, reaching up and pulling down the shutters, locking Alex inside the taco store.

MARCUS DOWNES is seen running over, as is KATE BLOODSTONE not far behind him.

***Marcus:*** *What’s going on?*

***Randall:*** *The fucker ran in! We locked him up. He’s a crafty one, not to be trusted.*

***Marcus:*** *Who? Alex? Oh my…*

***Kate:*** *Hey - guys. Let me in there, I’ll talk to him. He’s my prisoner.*

***Clayton:*** *No, no. He’s dangerous. He tossed a damn burning plastic bag onto me!* ***(He points to the burn mark on his shirt)***

***Kate:*** *I need to see what and why he’s doing this. He won’t harm me. He hasn’t before. And I can handle myself.*

***Marcus:*** *You sure? It’ll be dangerous, We’ll wait close by just in case.*

Kate nods, lifting the shutters slowly, and then stepping inside.

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**Scene #20**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT/CENTRAL TACOS**

KATE BLOODSTONE slowly walks through the restaurant, entering the back room, where she sees ALEX WEISS huddled up on the floor.

***Kate:*** *Alex… what the fuck? What are you playing at?*

Alex looks up at her, smiling.

***Alex:*** *I… hmmm… it was an impulse.*

***Kate:*** *Impulse…* ***(She shakes her head)***. *Alex-- I put so much trust in you. I pitched you to the group as someone who changed - I gave you all I had! And you’ve left me in the mud.*

***Alex:*** ***(Muttering to himself)*** *I didn’t poison William after all… I didn’t kill him. I just tried to put him to sleep.*

Kate looks on at him in confusion.

***Kate:*** *Alex… none of this is normal.*

***Alex:*** *It isn’t?*

She shakes her head.

***Kate:*** *You need some time alone. I trusted you… I wanted to bring you into the group. And you just don’t seem capable.*

Alex’s smile fades away as he watches Kate back out of the store, leaving him alone once again.

**Scene #20 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

Kate steps out of the store, turning and closing the shutters.

***Kate:*** *He should be left alone. He’s… incapable of understanding the wrong in his actions. And we can’t change that, not yet.*

***Marcus: (Nodding)*** *That’s alright.*

The group slowly departs from the food court, whilst Clayton stays put, keeping a close eye on the taco store.

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**Scene #21**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA/ICE CREAM PARLOUR**

In Paradise Plaza’s ice cream parlour, FRASER STILLER is mixing up milkshakes, while TEDDY POWELL, JIM BUTTERMAN, ZAC BARNES and ERIN MONROE are sitting patiently.

***Teddy:*** *Feels normal in here* ***(He smiles)***. *Too normal, as if nothing ever happened to the world.*

***Jim:*** ***(Smiling)*** *Consider it a good thing. It means - it’s a moment of escapism for us all. And - these moments should be treasured. The fact we can still have them… it shows there’s something for all of us to live for.*

***Zac:*** *Where do you get your positive attitude, old man?*

***Jim:*** *Is it such a bad thing?*

***Zac:*** *Not at all… It’s just quite the shocker. You’re so - cheery. It takes me off guard.*

***Erin:*** *That’s what we all love about Jim. He’s a cheery man, and he keeps us happy. He does his best. When we get these milkshakes - we’re cheering for Jim.*

***Jim: (He chuckles)*** *Oh - no need for that. I’m just trying to ensure we all get the best out of this terrible world.*

***Erin:*** *And you’re doing a good job. So keep it up.*

Fraser is seen strolling over to them with a tray of milkshakes, a huge grin on his face.

***Fraser:*** *My friends! The milkshakes - as promised! First off, this strawberry delight has lovely chopped chocolate chip grains throughout, with a marvelous topping of whipped cream, coloured sprinkles, and a cherry on top! I assure you, I am well practiced in these creations. Who will try the first?*

***Teddy:*** *Give it to Jim.*

Jim smiles, taking it.

***Jim:*** *Thank you, Fraser. Looks like a treat. Do you have straws?*

***Fraser:*** *I do! Wafer straws, with caramel syrup running down them!*

***Jim: (He takes a sip)*** *Mm - it’s lovely.*

***Fraser:*** *Ah - see! What’d I tell ya’?*

Nearby, Fraser sees WILLIAM REYNES walking into the shop.

***Fraser:*** *Ah, William, dear knight! Sit, sit! Join us for milkshakes.*

***William:*** *I need to - rinse out my mouth.*

***Erin:*** *Hey, William - sit. What happened?*

***William: (Taking a seat)*** *I was drugged by a deluded cunt.*

***Erin:*** *What-- oh my god. What happened? Who?*

***William:*** *Alex, the psychopath. I gave him too many chances.*

***Erin:*** *Oh my god…*

***Zac:*** *Well - he sure is deluded. I saw that much at the meeting. A psychopath. Shouldn’t be trusted any longer.*

***Teddy:*** *No doubt, just so long as he’s locked up. It ought to stay that way. Or we’re all in danger.*

***Jim: (Still sipping his milkshake)*** *This is lovely, Fraser. Thank you.*

***Fraser:*** *Not a problem.*

Fraser brings over another train.

***Fraser:*** *This one here - mint chocolate chip, with a fleeting amount of Malteser bites mixed in, all leading to a lovely surface of chocolate sauce above, and wafer pieces. Who would like it? How about you, drugged man? Far knight, William. You shall drink it!*

***William:*** *Me, good sir, yes.*

William slurps it down quickly.

***William:*** *These are fucking delicious.*

***Jim:*** *They are lovely.*

***Zac:*** *Fraser- you may not always be a welcome sight to me, but your milkshakes are.*

***Fraser:*** *A word of approval!*

***Zac:*** *Don’t get too happy.*

***Erin:*** *Fraser - do you just make milkshakes?*

***Fraser:*** *Oh-- no. My dream ambition was always to be a chef. Did I leave that out?*

***Teddy:*** *You did. Why didn’t you say?*

***William:*** *You’re hired.*

***Fraser:*** *Thank you! Paramedic AND chef! I have earned my place.*

Fraser happily skips on out of the store.

***Jim:*** *What a bundle of joy.*

***Zac:*** *Like you, old man.*

Jim smiles, going back to his milkshake.

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**Scene #22**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - MAIN OFFICE**

In his office, BENJAMIN TAYLOR sits at his desk, still as a statue, the only noise being that of the antique clock on the wall.

*Tick*

*Tock*

*Tick*

*Tock*

Benjamin’s hand twitches, his body tensing up. *You have twenty-four hours,* Benjamin hears in his head.

*Tick*

*Tock*

*Tick*

*Tock*

He suddenly snaps, lunging out of his chair, ripping the clock from the wall. He slams it to the ground in a fit of rage. Plastic and wood bits fly like shrapnel across the room. For good measure, he stomps on it, before heading for the door. He swings it open, and storms out of the office.