Promise/Transcript

*“If you truly have a heart, you’ll do this.”* *—Edward*

**Starring:**

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

Simon Quarterman as FELIX QUARTERMAN

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Erin Richards as ERIN MONROE

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

**Also Starring**

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Jim Broadbent as JIM BUTTERMAN

Drew Powell as TEDDY POWELL

Jon Bernthal as QUINCY ATHERTON

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

David Lyons as SHANE HAYWOOD

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

**Guest Starring**

Anthony Carrigan as ROBIN CLARKE

Michael Keaton as CURTIS VAN HORN

Eiza Gonzalez as MONICA REYNOLDS

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

Kevin Spacey as WILBUR WRIGHT

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

Isabelle Allen as SARAH TAYLOR

David Thewlis as DEREK MONROE

Jamie Dornan as ROBERT MORGAN

Jamie Foxx as JACKSON FOXX

Michael McElhatton as MICHAEL HALL

**Co-Starring**

Roscoe Orman as DA’JONTE WOODARD

Taron Egerton as MIKE SIMPSON

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - EARLY MORNING**

JIM BUTTERMAN looks out into Willamette, a frown on his face. Sighing, he turns around, where most of the group is sitting and standing around, with the only notable absences being Albert, Curtis and Jon.

***Jim:*** *It’s… a shame that the body couldn’t be recovered.*

***Austin:*** *Didn’t really know him, but a tragic death.*

***Teddy:*** *One second we were in control--winning. The next - Clayton had a bullet in his head, and we were stopped by an army. The same men who destroyed the Entrance Plaza doors.*

***Zac:*** *And this entire time, I’ve been preaching not to trust anyone. Maybe I sounded a little crazy before. How about now?*

***Fraser: (Crossing his arms)*** *For the record - I was on your side.*

***Marcus:*** *What happened to Erin? Jacob?*

***Quincy:*** *It seems Erin had some daddy issues to deal with.*

***Monica:*** *We didn’t even get the shit we went on that train for. It was a waste of time for all of us. And that cop-- well, his brains are splattered over the train now. Didn’t end well for him.*

TEDDY POWELL looks over to RANDALL FORSTER, who’s sitting away from the others, looking down at Clayton’s badge in his hand.

***Teddy:*** *He’s taking it badly, huh?*

***Jim:*** *To be expected, I suppose…* ***(He frowns)***

***Austin:*** *What-- were they like cop buddies?*

***Kate:*** *Yeah, before it started.* ***(She shakes her head)*** *Surely we’ve taken enough shit from these men now. When are we gonna take some action?*

***Jim:*** *Go to-- war? Kate… I… I don’t think--*

***Teddy:*** *I think we ought to.*

***William:*** *What other option do we have?*

***Austin:*** *We don’t have the power, or the soldiers.*

***Jim:*** *Teddy-- I… surely you are all-- we cannot drop to their level. We will not go to war.*

***William:*** *Jim… running only makes you die tired.*

***Felix:*** *We don’t have a choice, Jim. It’s them or us. Look around.*

***Jim:*** *I’m not saying we should run-- I’d never. But we cannot go hunting for these men. Not only is it suicide, it’s-- an act of war. We can’t drop to their level… please.*

***William:*** *Then what else are we meant to do? Any suggestions?*

***Quincy:*** *Suppose we gotta see Wright’s stance.*

***Monica:*** *He’ll be a bystander, as always.*

Randall lifts his head.

***Randall:*** *We’ve got to kill them. Best thing we can do is clear the lot of them out of the town.*

***Jim:*** *Randall-- you’re hurt. But don’t be reckless.*

FELIX QUARTERMAN looks around at everyone.

***Felix:*** *So you got nothing from the train?*

***Teddy:*** *Had to get out of there - or more of us would have ended up like Clayton.*

Sighing, Felix turns around, leaning on the ledge of the roof.

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**Scene #2**

**WAREHOUSE**

***Jon:*** *The train heist went to shit - not much more to say. It went well until the pig took a shot to the head. And then some private army was waiting for us at the damn station. I’m done being fucked with, Wright. We take action.*

***Wilbur:*** *Benjamin has obviously given into the Rastas’ manipulation. Which excludes him from our alliance now.*

***Jon:*** *And so where does this leave us at?*

***Curtis:*** *I won’t be stuck in this stupid conflict anymore. You need to read the room, Wright.*

WILBUR WRIGHT looks down, pondering his decision. Suddenly, he hears a door opening, followed by the sounds of someone clapping. He looks up to see a familiar face: JACKSON FOXX.

***Jackson:*** *Long time no see.*

***Curtis:*** *Well, holy shit.*

***Jon:*** *Jackson fucking Foxx. And here we were - thinking you died back at the bank.*

***Jackson:*** *Nah - not me. I always pull through. How ya’ doing, Da’Jonte?*

***Da’Jonte:*** *I’m doing good, what about you?*

***Jackson:*** *Oh - pretty good, until you all left me back at the bank the second things went to shit.*

***Curtis:*** *You looked pretty dead to us. Cops swarming in-- and then the dead begin to fucking walk?*

***Jon:*** *You were as good as fucked, but what does that matter now? You’re here. How’d you find us?*

***Jackson:*** *Ah, y’know, some of you caused a ruckus at a train robbery recently. A little old-fashioned, is it not?*

***Wilbur: (He narrows his eyes)*** *You saw the train robbery, huh?*

***Jackson:*** *Loosen up a bit there, Wright. Who didn’t fucking see it? You cooked up a damn storm.*

***Wilbur:*** *And what have you been doing this entire time these past few weeks?*

***Jackson:*** *Getting by. Aren’t we all? So - this warehouse… you all been here permanently?*

***Jon:*** *We have. It’s safe enough.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Mhm.*

***Jackson:*** *And where’s Quincy? Monica?*

***Curtis:*** *Went to stay at the mall. Made some new friends. They’re now all caught up in some battle between different groups. Something I’d rather be far away from.*

***Jackson:*** *That what the train heist was about, then?*

***Jon:*** *Oh, that was the LAST of us being involved.*

***Wilbur: (Nodding)*** *We’re done with this shit now.*

Jackson nods, smiling.

***Jackson:*** *Da’Jonte. A word outside?*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Of course.*

The two of them step out of the warehouse, as Wilbur watches them go, watching them suspiciously. Outside, Jackson stops next to his car.

***Jackson:*** *I’m glad to see you’re alive.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *You too.*

***Jackson:*** *You’re the only other gent I trusted among the group of scumbags in there, and so I come with an offer.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *I’m listenin’...*

***Jackson:*** *In there* ***(He points at the warehouse)***, *they are falling apart. Look at them - three  washed up old criminals. You shouldn’t wait for your funeral alongside them. I’m working with the Rastas now. Much larger army - and they are taking this town. I trust you enough to come along, ‘cause I like you enough.*

DA’JONTE WOODARD stares at him, remaining silent.

***Jackson:*** *You don’t have to hurt them, you just gotta slip away. We’re not far from here.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *I’ll… think about it, aight?*

***Jackson:*** *No. You gotta decide now. Things are moving forward fast, brother. And I can’t stall this any longer. Badrick wants me to deal with them now. And they die whether you’re alongside them or not. They fucked with Badrick-- a real criminal.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Shit… then… I guess I’m in.*

Jackson nods, smiling. He gestures to his car.

***Jackson:*** *Get in. I’ll take you back to the place of operation. Let the boss meet you.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Aight.*

Da’Jonte and Jackson quickly get into the car and drive away before anyone inside the warehouse realizes what’s happening.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - FIRST FLOOR**

JACKSON FOXX and DA’JONTE WOODARD enter the building, where they immediately see DAMERAE BADRICK standing nearby, smoking a cigar.

***Badrick:*** *Ah, Jackson. You have returned soon. And you brought a friend.*

***Jackson:*** *This is one of the boys I used to cruise with. He’s smart enough to join the right side.*

Badrick approaches Da’Jonte, lowering his cigar.

***Badrick:*** *Greetings, my friend.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Hello.*

***Badrick:*** *I am so glad you have decided to join us here - it was the right move.* ***(To Jackson)*** *Tell me. Where are they located?*

***Jackson:*** *I followed them back from their train heist - some of them were part of it. They’re hiding out at an old warehouse. Only three of them--seems they’ve been fractured apart.*

***Badrick:*** *Allies of the mall, too. All too treacherous.* ***(To Da’Jonte)*** *Please - what is your name?*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Da’Jonte.*

***Badrick:*** *Da’Jonte… please, follow me.*

He begins to follow Badrick down the hall.

***Badrick:*** *We are expecting a visit soon - from our allies who are currently in service to me.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Ah…*

As Badrick is going to speak, he suddenly hears a vehicle stopping out. He grins, expecting Benjamin, but is shocked when EDWARD REMAR comes walking through the front doors.

***Badrick:*** *Edward? What are you doing here? You have been tasked with leading the bullet factory.*

***Edward:*** *Apologies, Mr. Badrick. I heard of this important train coming in. How did it all go?*

***Badrick:*** *Your old friends tried to hijack it. Though it was solved soon enough when Mr. Taylor and his army stopped them.*

***Edward:*** *…That’s… excellent to hear. So he proved himself worthy? Got his daughter back?*

***Badrick:*** *I expect--as I have just said to Da’Jonte--that they will pay a visit soon. Though, I expect for him to have killed all of those who were hijacking the train.*

***Edward:*** *I see…*

***Badrick:*** *You came all the way out here for that, Edward?*

***Edward:*** *Uh-- I-I came to see how things were, in truth. The factory is - quiet.*

***Badrick:*** *I see. Do not stay long, friend. Your presence there is inspiring.*

***Edward:*** *Of course.*

Badrick watches as Edward walks upstairs.

***Badrick:*** *Da’Jonte, you will receive your own room as Jackson’s guest--until you truly settle into the Rastas.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Okay…*

***Jackson:*** *I told ya’ you wouldn’t regret it. This place is where we belong. Not with those washed up old criminals who’d leave us for dead.*

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - SECOND FLOOR**

Upstairs, EDWARD REMAR enters SARAH TAYLOR’s room.

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

***Sarah:*** *Edward! You came back!*

***Edward:*** *Just for a visit - but yes. I did.*

***Sarah:*** *Did you keep your bracelet?*

***Edward:*** *Of course. See?*

He shows her his wrist, and the bracelet on it.

***Edward:*** *I kept it so I could have you with me while I was away.*

***Sarah:*** *What did you come back for, Edward?*

Edward glances up, and then down. He looks over his shoulder, seeing nobody.

***Edward:*** *In truth--between me and you--to see you. And to make true on a promise I made. I… I just need to consider how.*

***Sarah:*** *I’m so happy you’re back, Edward. I’ve been alone. Mr. Badrick scares me.*

***Edward:*** *Don’t worry, just-- hang in there while I think of something.*

Outside the room, JACKSON FOXX is walking down the hall. When he hears voices coming from Sarah’s room, he stops, peeking inside.

***Edward:*** *I’m going to get you out of here, and back to your father. I… I’ll do my best.*

***Sarah:*** *But I don’t think Mr. Badrick wants me to be with him. He keeps separating us…*

***Edward:*** *You - you need proper care, and they won’t give it to you. I…*

Edward looks at her, seeing how weak and tired she looks.

***Edward:*** *Sarah-- I’ll be a moment - while I do my best for the time I’ve got here.*

***Sarah:*** *Okay, Edward.*

Jackson quietly walks off, as he sees Edward beginning to turn around.

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - MORNING**

A little while after the group’s meeting, AUSTIN KINGSTON comes back up onto the roof, drunk once again. Meanwhile, DEAN HOWARDS is laying down, his eyes closed, a bandage wrapped around his hand. OWEN GLIEFIELD looks up from a magazine, where he sees Austin climbing onto the ledge of the roof. He begins walking along it, holding his arms out to balance himself.

***Austin:*** *I-- I can do anything!*

***Owen:*** *Hey-- HEY! Not a good idea.*

Austin jumps at Owen’s yelling. He flails his arms around, nearly falling off, before he steadies himself.

***Austin:*** *You- you scared me, man!*

***Owen:*** *It’s like playing Russian roulette with all the bullets in the chamber. Get the hell down from there.*

***Austin:*** *Sounds like my kind of game.*

Austin continues along the edge, until he reaches the end. He safely jumps back onto the roof, where he raises his arms in the air, smiling.

***Austin:*** *Tada!*

***Owen:*** ***(Frowning, shaking his head)*** *Gotta lay off the bottle--all of you. It’s a poison, I tell you it is.*

***Austin:*** *Yeah, it’s- it’s a good poison.*

Austin stumbles over to Dean, sitting down beside him. He puts an arm around his shoulder.

***Austin:*** *Right, man?*

Dean’s eyes flutter open, as he stares up at Austin.

***Dean:*** *Yeah, yeah-- sure. I - I was dreaming. Let me get back to my dream. Please.*

***Austin:*** *That’s the spirit!*

Patting Dean on the shoulder, Austin gets back up, wandering off. Dean closes his eyes again, trying to fall asleep, but when he does, he begins to see visions of the past--of him speaking with his ex-wife, Wendy, telling her that he’s done drinking. Unable to fall asleep, Dean opens his eyes once more, and simply stares into the sky.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - BASEMENT**

EDWARD REMAR looks through the iron bars at a disheveled looking CLYDE ROLLINS. His hair is a mess, his beard growing long, and his face dirty.

***Clyde:*** *Edward. How- how are you, chum?*

***Edward:*** *I seem to be better than you are.*

***Clyde:*** *Oh - nonsense. They’ve only stopped giving me food and water* ***(He chuckles lightly)***. *And - I’m not dealing with the inner turmoil you seem to constantly be fighting with. What, uh-- what brought you back here? And specifically - down here.*

***Edward:*** *Would you consider us friends now, Clyde?*

***Clyde:*** *Well, if I’m going to die down here, I’d like to die knowing I have a friend. So - yes. I imagine we are.*

***Edward:*** *Then I can tell you why I’m back. Erin and some of her group came to see me. They want me to free Sarah.*

***Clyde:*** *And, of course, they are right.*

***Edward:*** *I gave them a tip of a train coming in. Let them try to get it. But it seems to have gone wrong. I-- I need to let Sarah see her father. Her condition is getting worse.*

***Clyde:*** *It’s a terrible shame* ***(He shakes his head)***. *But - coming to me? Not much I can do. I’m… Well, I’ve been locked in here for a while now. They offer to feed me but-- well, I don’t want to eat the living exotic spiders they place in here. I only just got rid of the last one.*

Clyde points to a squashed spider in the corner of his cell.

***Clyde:*** *At first - he was a roommate. We both kept half of the cell. Until he - started being greedy, and began claiming more of it.*

***Edward:*** *Are you serious?*

***Clyde:*** *What if it was-- coming to get me? How can I sleep? So- like a fair knight, I took on the beast… and slayed it. Farewell, Ronny. You were an honourable opponent.*

***Edward: (Snapping his fingers)*** *Clyde! You were already delusional before, but this cell is bringing out the fucking loony inside of you. Stay on topic.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes, yes, of course.*

***Edward:*** *It’s a large risk - me trying to get her out. It’d be compromising everything I’ve got here.*

***Clyde:*** *You don’t seem very happy with what you currently have. At least at the mall you were… free?*

***Edward:*** *I’m still free…*

***Clyde:*** *You can tell yourself that but-- look around you. You’re in a smaller cell than I am. Because at least I don’t have people constantly breathing down my neck. I can’t speak for myself as someone who’s brave-- but… it’s the right thing to do. Saving her* ***(He nods)***.

***Edward:*** *Well, you’re right. You’re a coward. You wouldn’t - and couldn’t.*

Clyde frowns, as he watches Edward turn around and walk away.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE TRAIN STATION - MORNING**

At the train station, BENJAMIN TAYLOR is standing with his arms crossed, watching as his men are finishing up unloading supplies from the train. Many of the Rastas who survived are assisting as well.

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

SHANE HAYWOOD approaches him.

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

***Benjamin:*** *Once this is done, we’re getting my daughter back. No more games. We’ve done as he asked.*

***Shane: (He nods)*** *Let’s hope we don’t have to go to war with these fools.*

Benjamin and Shane both notice MICHAEL HALL walking over to them.

***Michael:*** *I thank you for your help* ***(He nods to them)***. *My convoy wouldn’t have been enough to stop them if you hadn’t been here waiting. I suppose your alliance with the Rastas… isn’t so bad?*

***Benjamin:*** *It’s not an alliance. We all know it. It’s manipulation and blackmail. But it ends now. You saw the events firsthand, you can verify we assisted and won the day. At least do my daughter that favour.*

***Michael:*** *Of course. I am aware of what having children means to one. I lost mine… to the same scum that attacked the train.*

***Benjamin:*** *The mall group? I recognized some of them. And because of the blackmail I’ve been forced to drag on with--I’ve lost any hope of having any allies. Except - the man who has been keeping my daughter hostage.*

ROBIN CLARKE makes his way over to them, wiping his hands.

***Robin:*** *Trucks are all loaded up, boss. We taking these straight to the town hall?*

***Benjamin:*** *We are. However--*

Benjamin takes Shane and Robin aside.

***Benjamin:*** *In case this rat tries to keep my daughter away from me for a second time, keep one carriage worth of supplies. We are getting something out of this. So send some of the trucks straight back.*

***Robin:*** *Sure thing.*

Benjamin walks back up to Michael.

***Benjamin:*** *As for the rest of us, we head to town hall. Immediately. I am getting her out of that vulture's claws.*

***Michael:*** *Allow me to escort you. I’m just heading back now to give an update.*

Benjamin nods, as he and Shane walk off to their armoured truck. Inside, MIKE SIMPSON is fast asleep.

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Simpson.*

Mike awakes, coughing and sitting up.

***Benjamin:*** *When we arrive at town hall, ensure two trucks of supplies are left aside for us, in case this monster tries to cheat us out again.*

***Mike:*** *Yes-- yes, sir!*

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - SECOND FLOOR**

EDWARD REMAR enters SARAH TAYLOR’s room, seeing the girl laying down on her bed, covered up.

***Edward:*** *Sarah? How are you feeling?*

***Sarah:*** *Not so good. I often- sleep most of the day now. I’m rarely awake. I… I don’t eat as much anymore either. Mr. Badrick tries - and leaves meals next to me but-- I just don’t feel hungry.*

***Edward:*** *Don’t you worry…* ***(He points to the necklace around her neck)*** *You’ll be in better hands soon.*

She nods slowly.

Elsewhere on the second floor, DAMERAE BADRICK is walking around with DA’JONTE WOODARD, when he suddenly sees a multitude of trucks pulling up outside.

***Badrick:*** *And here come our allies now. This may clear things up for you.*

Badrick pats Da’Jonte on shoulder, as he walks out onto his balcony. JACKSON FOXX joins him. In Sarah’s room, Edward hears the vehicles engines outside.

***Edward:*** *Wait here, Sarah.*

Edward walks out onto the balcony with Badrick and Jackson. Below he sees men exiting the trucks, weapons in hand. BENJAMIN TAYLOR is among them.

***Edward:*** *They are here for her?*

***Badrick:*** *Apparently so.*

Benjamin looks up at Badrick.

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Badrick. I’ve done as you asked - twice now. We intercepted the train, and by the time they arrived at the station, they were forced to withdraw and abandon what they tried to steal. If we hadn’t arrived, they would have gotten away with the supplies with little casualties. Your friend here can verify this* ***(He points to Michael)***.

***Michael:*** *I saw it first hand. They saved the train, and without them it would most certainly have been lost.*

***Badrick:*** *But… most of the men on that train coming to support me were killed, were they not?*

***Benjamin:*** *They were. However - the supplies made it. Look around.*

***Badrick:*** *And then I trust to make up for my lost men - you killed every single one of the robbers?*

***Benjamin:*** *You can’t be serious…*

***Michael:*** ***(Coldly)*** *Most of them got away.*

ROBIN CLARKE and MIKE SIMPSON look over at MICHAEL HALL, frowning.

***Badrick:*** *Then… you have failed me yet again, Mr. Taylor. I am sorry.*

***Shane:*** *This fucking guy…*

Benjamin pulls out a pistol, aiming it up at Badrick. The rest of his army does the same.

***Benjamin:*** *I have had enough of this. Give me my daughter. We will not perform as your pawns any longer.*

***Badrick:*** *You forget what I have. You see… Wait for me a moment.*

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

Badrick smiles, turning around, and walking inside. A moment later, he comes back out onto the balcony, dragging behind a crying Sarah.

***Benjamin:*** *Sarah-- That is a LITTLE GIRL! Have you no limit?! Leave the girl out of this, you sick bastard!*

***Sarah:*** *Daddy - help me please!*

Badrick pulls out his knife, placing it next to the girl’s neck.

***Benjamin:*** *NO!*

Edward looks on in horror.

***Edward:*** *Mr. Badrick--*

***Jackson:*** *Silence.*

***Badrick:*** *You will take your convoy, and withdraw from this area IMMEDIATELY! You have thirty seconds. Elsewise you will get your daughter back in pieces.*

Benjamin lowers his pistol, backing up.

***Benjamin:*** *Back into the trucks-- NOW!*

***Badrick:*** *Hurry back to your filthy museum, and be grateful I am merciful for your actions today! If I find a single thing missing - I’ll kill her.*

***Benjamin:*** *Mike - return the trucks…*

Mike nods, taking out a radio. He directs the drivers to bring the supplies back to the town hall. Once he’s done so, he and everybody else get into their vehicles, speeding away.

***Badrick:*** *Edward. Take the girl back inside.*

Edward, glaring at Badrick, helps Sarah back inside and to her bed in her room.

***Sarah: (Sobbing)*** *Edward--I’m scared. Please help me. I want to leave. I want to go home.*

***Edward:*** *I* ***promise*** *you… I’m getting you out of here within the hour. Just - stay strong for me.*

Sarah nods, wiping away tears.

***Edward:*** *You’ve already faced so much at your age. Just--stay with me for this- this final section.*

***Sarah:*** *Okay-- okay… Thank you, Edward.*

Edward swiftly exits her room, closing the door. Immediately, he encounters Badrick.

***Badrick:*** *Edward. I do hope you will be returning to the bullet factory very soon. It would appear there was no real point in you visiting here. Other than - to see the girl.*

***Edward:*** *Apologies, Mr. Badrick. I do care for her. It helps--keep her at bay, keep her calm.*

***Badrick:*** *A sickly little girl will not be able to do much when she is angry, Edward.*

Jackson and Michael come strolling over to them.

***Michael:*** *What will you have Mr. Taylor do next?*

***Badrick:*** *I suppose we shall wait and see. He is… disloyal now.*

***Michael:*** *I don’t believe he was ever loyal.*

***Badrick:*** *Then perhaps his usefulness has run its course. We shall have to wait and see.*

Badrick notices Edward, beginning to walk down the stairs.

***Badrick:*** *Edward-- you are leaving, yes?*

***Edward:*** *In just a moment, Mr. Badrick.*

Jackson glares at Edward as he continues down the stairs. When he’s out of sight, Jackson walks up to Badrick.

***Jackson:*** *Mr. Badrick… a word?*

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - BASEMENT**

CLYDE ROLLINS perks his head up, hearing footsteps walking down the basement steps.

***Clyde:*** *Oh--oh! Who- who now?*

EDWARD REMAR turns the corner, walking into the room.

***Clyde:*** *Ed-Edward. You’re back. Not here to-- scold me again, are you?*

***Edward:*** *No.* ***(He takes a seat on a nearby chair)*** *I am here to give you a shot at redemption. To become the brave character you always play in your movies.*

***Clyde:*** *And-- how’s that?*

***Edward:*** *Sarah’s condition is getting much worse. And Badrick - he’s going to dispose of her soon, I know it. He’s suspicious of me-- he sees I’m weak in this case. And I need you… when I’m gone… to get her out of here.*

***Clyde:*** *Wh-- Me? Edward…*

***Edward:*** *If you truly have a heart, you’ll do this. Would you not rather die trying than die sitting in a cell - rotting?*

Clyde clicks his tongue, looking down.

***Clyde:*** *You’re right… But-- I wouldn’t know the first thing to do.*

***Edward:*** *I have to make this quick, so… Mr. Taylor is at the museum, you’d only need to get her there. If you bring him his daughter, he’ll protect you. He’ll eliminate the Rastas, and we’ll all be safe.*

***Clyde:*** *I’m stuck in a cell.*

***Edward:*** *I can change that. And when you see the time is right, you get her out of here.*

Edward stands, walking up to a cabinet within the room. In it, he pulls out a key, which he slides underneath the bars into Clyde’s Cell. He then removes the knife from his pocket, sliding it over as well.

***Edward:*** *Do your best. I am counting on you.*

***Clyde:*** *And y-you?*

***Edward:*** *The bullet factory. I’m there. When I called you a coward - I still stand by that. But you can still turn things around and be brave.*

***Clyde: (Nodding slowly)*** *If all goes wrong, Edward-- we are friends.*

Edward smiles slightly, and offers Clyde a handshake through the bars. He shakes it.

***Edward:*** *Friends. Good luck, Clyde.*

***Clyde:*** *And farewell to you.*

***Edward:*** *If all goes well, this isn’t farewell.*

***Clyde:*** *I’ll do my best.*

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

Edward heads up the stairs.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - AFTERNOON**

The day earlier, before the train heist, JACOB FELDMAN is running after ERIN MONROE in the streets.

***Jacob:*** *Look - wait!*

***Erin:*** *What?!*

Erin stops, turning to look at him.

***Jacob:*** *Erin-- that’s your father. You see him again - and your first notion is to run? Tell me… What is it? What’s going on?*

***Erin:*** *Jacob - that is a story I’d rather stay clear from. I-- I haven’t-- I can’t.*

She shakes her head, beginning to tear up. Jacob hugs her.

***Jacob:*** *Hey - hey.*

He takes a glance over his shoulder, seeing DEREK MONROE quickly catching up to them.

***Jacob:*** *He’s following us anyway…*

***Derek:*** *Erin. And - you, good sir. I- I suppose… Can we talk? I- I am at the hotel. It’s down the road.*

***Erin: (Shaking her head)*** *Stay away from me.*

***Derek:*** *Erin. Please. I… We have so much to discuss.*

***Erin:*** *No, we don’t! We have nothing to discuss! You-- you come back-- you’re not a part of my life! I’m not a part of yours! It’s been ten fucking years!*

She shoves him back.

***Derek:*** *Erin… You… That time has passed. The world is coming to an end. I only want to make amends. Let me prove that to you. And - to this gentleman, who are you?*

***Erin:*** *He’s someone who I actually consider family.*

Derek sighs.

***Jacob:*** *I’m - Jacob.*

***Derek:*** *I’m Erin’s father, of course. And-- I would just like the chance to speak with you. Erin - please.*

***Erin: (She wipes away tears)*** *You get ten minutes.*

***Derek: (He nods)*** *Come, both of you.*

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**Scene #11**

**HOTEL - LOBBY**

DEREK MONROE leads the two of them down the street and into a small hotel.

***Jacob:*** *You’re here alone?*

***Derek:*** *I have two bodyguards upstairs - they’ve been keeping me safe. It’s how I’ve been surviving.*

***Erin:*** *And mother?*

***Derek:*** *That’s… why we have so much to discuss, dear.* ***(He frowns)***

The three of them take a seat in the lobby.

***Derek:*** *Erin… I-I want to say first - I am sorry.*

***Erin:*** *Ten years late. What are you even doing this far out…? I avoid you in the world - when transport and communication were fully functioning, for ten years--and then you find me in the apocalypse? Explain.*

***Derek:*** *I… I’d come to find you - a few weeks back. I was also opening up the whiskey business, a few more chains here in Willamette. Making business deals. I wanted to take the time to come and find my daughter… and make amends. I knew you’d been living here. And for years your mother had wanted to find you.*

***Erin:*** *Because she loved me for who I was. Where is she?*

***Derek:*** *Your mother-- two years ago, we were in a car crash* ***(He points to a scar on his face)***. *She didn’t… She didn’t make it.*

ERIN MONROE buries her head in her hands, sobbing. JACOB FELDMAN comforts her, frowning.

***Derek:*** *I am sorry to have had to tell you this.*

***Erin:*** *No - you’re not.*

***Derek:*** *Erin… Give me a chance.*

***Erin:*** *For WHAT? After everything? You… You were CONTROLLING MY LIFE! Where I did and didn’t go - who I did and didn’t speak to! You were a MONSTER!*

Derek looks down, sighing quietly.

***Derek:*** *Erin, I am aware of our past. But - we can start over.*

***Erin:*** *After you ruined my life? After you ripped away both my childhood and my teenage years? And whenever I look back on the first two thirds of my life, I only shake my head and cry.*

***Derek:*** *I’m truly sorry. But - I’ve come so far just to find you. I know we can do our best to… rekindle this.*

***Erin:*** *No - we can’t. And I refuse to.*

***Derek:*** *Please. Your mother would have wanted it. It’s - what she did want. All she wanted.*

Erin wipes her eyes, nodding slowly.

***Erin:*** *What do you want? Other than this?*

***Derek:*** *I want to meet my daughter… to see how she’s been, who she is now.*

***Erin:*** *Fine… This is Jacob Feldman. My boyfriend. See if you find yourself disappointed.*

Erin looks down, hesitating to say the next words.

***Erin:*** *I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a child - start a family.*

***Derek:*** *In- in this? Erin…*

***Erin:*** *You don’t get to complain! Nor make any comments! You don’t control my life anymore. You can’t attempt some abortion or some mess! Not anymore.*

***Derek:*** *Erin - I’m… No… I’m happy for you* ***(He smiles)***. *Jacob - I’m sure you treat her well.*

***Jacob:*** *I do my best.*

***Derek:*** *So - how long until the baby is due?*

***Erin:*** *I’ve not been pregnant long. We only met at the start of all this.*

***Derek:*** *Wh-- That’s dangerous - having a child already… I assumed it was from before.*

***Erin:*** *Well, you assumed wrong.*

***Derek:*** *Erin - forgive me… for showing that side of me. It-- it’s not my call. I am grateful you have given me the chance to even be here - to speak to you both. And you both, are you staying somewhere?*

***Jacob:*** *The shopping mall. Parkview.*

***Derek:*** *Ah, that’s wonderful. You think I could stop in and visit sometime?*

Jacob turns to look at Erin. Sighing, Erin nods.

***Derek:*** *Are there more in your group?*

***Jacob:*** *Lots. It’s - a good place. Good people. We’re just caught up in some bad conflict.*

***Derek:*** *I reckon it’s with the Rastas and all.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah. You encountered them much?*

***Derek:*** *…No. I’ve not.*

***Erin:*** *Good.*

***Derek:*** *I’ll go and check with my two guards - perhaps we can pay a visit to this mall tomorrow. Are you both in line with Wilbur Wright and his criminals?*

***Jacob:*** *They’re allies in all this. Which is why we were hitting the Rasta train with them. I hope it’s gone well.*

Derek nods slowly, walking out of the lobby.

***Jacob:*** *Erin - you didn’t tell me anything about this?*

***Erin:*** *He was a monster. He ruined my youth.*

***Jacob:*** *I’m sorry* ***(He hugs her)***.

***Erin:*** *I’m okay now - I just… My mother… She was the one who supported me when I was young. But him - never. Not once. To hear that she… That she…*

***Jacob:*** *Hey, hey, it’s alright. It’s alright…*

***Erin:*** *I don’t know what to think now that he’s back.*

***Jacob:*** *He seems like he really wants to try, Erin. I think you should give him a shot - for your mother.*

Erin wipes away more tears, before nodding confidently.

***Erin:*** *I will. For her.*

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - NOON**

DEAN HOWARDS, unable to get any rest, sits up, rubbing his face with his good hand. He looks around, confused.

***Dean:*** *Wh-why am I up here?*

***Owen:*** ***(He glares at him)*** *Funeral.*

***Dean:*** *I don’t know what I did to you-- just stop judging me.*

***Owen:*** *You didn’t do anything. As always.*

***Dean:*** *So that means-- oh…* ***(He looks down, and sighs)*** *I tried - you know. I did.*

WILLIAM REYNES glances over to them.

***William:*** *I’d say something - but he did save me once.*

***Owen:*** *He--attempted to save me as well. Doesn’t change his inner self. He’s always gonna be a drunken bastard.*

***Dean:*** *Just stop. I-I’ve been dealing with a lot.*

***Owen:*** *Dealing with a lot? Dealing with a lot?!* ***(He scoffs)*** *Haven’t done anything since you got here.*

***Dean:*** *I… It’s not about this place-- just leave me alone, please.*

***Owen:*** *Leave you alone when you don’t do squat? You’re a bastard, you know that?!*

Dean clenches his first, frowning with anger. OWEN GLIEFIELD watches him with suspicious eyes as he stands up, walks over to Owen, and punches him across the face. The doc stumbles back into the ground, grabbing his cheek, as it stings with pain. Before he can do anything, Dean walks away, taking the elevator down.

***Austin:*** *Aye-- aye, you good, man?!*

***Owen:*** *I’m okay* ***(He growls with anger)***.

AUSTIN KINGSTON scratches his head, as he stumbles off to the elevator, taking it down.

***William: (To Owen)*** *Don’t worry.*

He nods to Owen, going to take the elevator down as well.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - STORAGE ROOM**

The elevator dings, as AUSTIN KINGSTON comes walking out into the storage room. He walks around, before spotting DEAN HOWARDS sitting on a crate.

***Dean:*** *Yes--what is it?*

***Austin:*** *Aye--whiskey man! Why’d you punch that guy?*

***Dean: (Frowning)*** *Whiskey… He… He just always pushes me. It’s as simple as that.*

***Austin:*** *He’s an old man.*

***Dean:*** *I know but-- it’s complicated.*

Austin stumbles, nearly falling over.

***Austin:*** *He-- he’s the doc, man.*

***Dean:*** *It was vile on my behalf but-- it’s something to do with my past. Something in which I cannot--* ***will not*** *disclose.*

***Austin:*** *You passed drinking?*

***Dean:*** *I- I don’t know. I want to, I don’t want to. It’s complicated but- I can’t get into it. I just can’t. I can’t anymore.* ***(He grabs his face, shaking his head)*** *All my life-- I did nothing. I pretended--*

Another ding is heard, and this time both men see WILLIAM REYNES walking over, a look of anger on his face. Without hesitation, he grabs Dean and punches him.

***Austin:*** *HEY! COME ON--*

Austin stumbles over, shoving William back.

***William:*** *Stay out of it.*

***Austin:*** *He’s just going through something--*

***William:*** *I don’t give a fuck. Don’t punch the medic.*

Dean wipes his bleeding nose, sitting on the ground.

***Dean:*** *It’s about my past, alright?! I don’t care--just leave me alone, both of you. This is- this is my alone time.*

***William:*** *He’s old, he’s grumpy. I get it. But don’t resort to that.*

Dean slowly nods, rubbing his nose.

***Dean:*** *Just… Please. Leave me alone. I wanna be alone.*

***William:*** *Sorry about that nose.*

William tosses him a handkerchief, as Austin is turning around to leave.

***Dean:*** *It’s fine. I deserve it.*

***William:*** *You don’t. But just-- I don’t know, man. Take this alone time and make it worthwhile, okay? Sort out your past problems.*

***Dean:*** *I will. Thank you.*

William nods to him, turning to walk out of the storage room. He travels out to the Entrance Plaza, and eventually out the front doors, looking to go for a walk.

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**Scene #14**

**ALLEY - NOON**

ALBERT HANSON tumbles to the ground, groaning in pain. Slowly, he grabs onto a nearby dumpster, pulling himself up. He quickly looks over his shoulder, seeing at least a dozen zombies chasing him through the alleyway. He limps, reaching for his pistol by his waist. His thigh is soaked with red, and is badly bandaged. When Albert finally gets out his pistol, he turns around, shooting two of the zombies, but then trips, falling into the wall, keeping himself up.

When Albert reaches the end of the alleyway, he finds a chain link fence blocking his path, and he is in no condition to climb it. With no other choice, he opens the first door he sees, which leads into a small shop. He limps through it, blood trickling down his leg, before making it out onto the street.

**Scene #14 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - NOON**

Albert leans up against a parked car, using it to catch his breath. But zombies are closing in on him. He aims his pistol at them, firing off his last remaining bullets, but it’s not enough to take them all down.

Down the road, WILLIAM REYNES is out on his walk, when he witnesses Albert limping away from the zombies. Quickly, he runs over, just as Albert falls over. William draws the zombies away from him, and takes out his bat, using it to kill the remaining zombies. When they’re dealt with, he hurries back over to Albert, still on the ground.

***William:*** *Look what the cat dragged in.*

He helps Albert up to his feet.

***William:*** *Let’s get going.*

William puts an arm around his shoulder, supporting him all the way to the mall.

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - NOON**

WILLIAM REYNES and ALBERT HANSON come up to the roof, Albert barely conscious. OWEN GLIEFIELD looks over, and jumps to his feet in a panic.

***Owen:*** *Shit-- uh, my supplies - they’re down by the waiting room. Give me a moment.*

Owen hurries down the vents, as William carefully lays him down. A few seconds later, Owen climbs back up, a medkit in hand.

***Marcus:*** *What happened?! He’s back from the heist?* ***(He looks at the gunshot wound)*** *Shit.*

Owen retrieves painkillers from his box, popping the lid and handing a couple to Albert.

***Owen:*** *Here, here-- take it, fast.*

Albert takes the pills, as Owen then moves on to dealing with the wound itself. Finding that there’s no exit wound, he pulls out a pair of tweezers.

***Owen:*** *You’re gonna wanna take deep breaths, alright?*

As Owen begins to dig through the wound to find the bullet, Albert starts to fall unconscious.

***Owen:*** *Ah-- make sure he’s awake! He can’t go to sleep - he’ll go into shock. Hey, hey-- wake up!*

William slaps Albert, which wakes him.

***Owen:*** *Stay strong, alright? Stay strong.*

***William:*** *Stay awake.*

Eventually, Owen finds the bullet, and pries it out, making Albert yell in pain.

***William:*** *Mind giving me the bullet? I want to try something.*

Owen hands him it quickly. With the bullet, William unscrews it, pouring the gunpowder onto the wound, and then burning and cauterizing it.

***Owen:*** *Huh-- that’s smart.*

***William:*** *He’ll probably need a blood bag.*

***Owen:*** *Yeah - not sure if we have that. Just-- keep him hydrated. As long as he’s hydrated his heart will pump more in.*

***William:*** *Any disinfectant?*

***Owen:*** *Hm--* ***(He digs through the medkit)*** *Yeah, yeah.*

***William:*** *Needs to be sprayed on his wound, then.*

***Owen:*** *Alright. I got an idea--hold on.*

Owen uses a bottle of petroleum jelly, which he lays across the wound. When that’s done, he wraps it all up with a gauze.

***William:*** *I don’t mean to interrupt your work - I’m a biology teacher, you see. This was my line of work.*

***Owen:*** *I know. I heard. Biology wasn’t ever my best subject--which is sad to think about.*

***William:*** *Well-- it’s not my ‘line of work’, but more so my ideal line of work. Wanted to be a doctor.*

***Owen:*** *A lot of people I know wanted to be a doctor. Good money-- and you help people. It’s respected. Yet it’s a stressful line of work. Especially for those with--weak hearts. I’m not gonna be around for long. I need to teach someone how to do what I do. But I think you already got it down.*

***William:*** *I know the basics. But what do you mean you won’t be around for long?*

***Owen:*** *I-- Well, considering my old age… Heart issues. I expect the worst.*

***William:*** *How old are you?*

***Owen:*** *About… Hm, hard to remember now* ***(He chuckles)***. *Well - fifty-five. But I know that my birthday was in twelve days before all this happened. And it feels like it’s been about four months. So I’d say fifty-six? Maybe not yet. I was supposed to be home early - before it happened. Celebration.*

Albert tries sitting up.

***Albert:*** *You--*

He coughs loudly.

***Owen:*** *Save your strength. Won’t wanna talk - or do anything for a while. It’ll strain you. Just relax.*

***Alex:*** *They-- shot me.*

Albert sighs, laying back down to rest.

***Owen:*** *They shot many of us. Shot us all up. Don’t worry though, you’re fine. We’ll need to clean your bandages and such every week but for the most part, you’re okay.*

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - SECOND FLOOR**

DAMERAE BADRICK rubs his chin, narrowing his eyes. He looks up at JACKSON FOXX.

***Badrick:*** *You believe so, do you?*

***Jackson:*** *I heard it myself.*

***Badrick:*** *I see. You think he will try to help Mr. Taylor, then?*

***Jackson:*** *Oh, I know he will. Why else was he visiting here? You’ve seen the bond they share, surely. The remorse he feels for Taylor. I say you keep him far from here - to prevent that from happening.*

***Badrick:*** *He’ll be sent back to his factory… immediately. And you will tail him. Uncover his motive… with the most extreme tactics… if you must.*

Jackson grins.

***Jackson:*** *Oh, I will. You follow behind me - just ten minutes after, he’ll have spilled everything by the time you arrive.*

***Badrick:*** *Very well, Jackson. I am trusting you on this one.*

***Jackson:*** *You won’t regret it.*

***Badrick:*** *I hope not - for your sake.*

Badrick nods to him, before turning and heading down the hall, where he finds MICHAEL HALL. Jackson follows along.

***Badrick:*** *Michael, my friend. After your good work on the train issue - I’d like to give you your next assignment.*

***Michael:*** *I’m all ears.*

***Badrick:*** *Jackson has informed me of the location of Wilbur Wright and his criminals - who most certainly had a role in the train heist. There are a few of them left at the warehouse across town--you know the one. Finish them when you get the chance.*

***Michael:*** *Of course.*

***Jackson:*** *And don’t give them chances. They are slippery ones. Kill them on sight. No chances.*

***Michael:*** *I know how to do my job.*

***Badrick:*** *I shall go and send Edward off.*

Badrick leaves the two of them, and begins walking down the stairs, when he notices EDWARD REMAR coming up.

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

***Edward:*** *Mr. Badrick. I’m just about to head off.*

***Badrick:*** *So you have been telling me for some time. Let me escort you to your ride.*

***Edward:*** *I- I just need a moment to--*

***Badrick:*** *Nonsense, you’ll be fine.*

Badrick ushers Edward out the front doors.

***Badrick:*** *Ensure my bullets are being made, eh?*

***Edward:*** *Y-yes. I will.*

***Badrick:*** *Good luck. And safe travels, my friend.*

Edward steps away from Badrick, getting into the back seat of a car, which promptly drives off. Moments later, Jackson comes walking out behind Badrick.

***Jackson:*** *I’ll tail him - and when I’ve found what I need, you’ll walk in and see exactly how he’s a traitor.*

Badrick nods to him, and Jackson goes to get into his car. He speeds away. After he does, Badrick turns to his driver.

***Badrick:*** *Ready my limo. We follow on soon.*

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**Scene #17**

**FACTORY**

EDWARD REMAR sighs to himself, taking a seat near the doors of the factory. He looks up and around at the workers. Suddenly, the door next to him swings open, as JACKSON FOXX swaggers through.

***Jackson:*** *This is a nice place. Pretty good show you’ve got running here. And also a good show you put on for Badrick.*

***Edward:*** ***(Startled)*** *What are you doing here?*

***Jackson:*** *I think it’s best you stay seated for this.*

Jackson reveals a crowbar to him.

***Edward:*** *What…?*

***Jackson:*** *If you move, I’ll bash your damn skull in.*

Edward glances down to his waist, expecting to see his knife--but remembers he had given it to Clyde.

***Jackson:*** *You think I’m stupid? That we all are? It’s pretty fucking obvious you plan to break her out. That - sickly little bitch.*

***Edward:*** *Don’t call her that.*

***Jackson:*** *See - this is what I’m talking about. The disloyalty. And you won’t even try to cover it up.*

***Edward:*** *Because WHY should I?! It’s a TERRIBLE and WEAK thing to do - to involve a little girl in all of this! Let alone at the heart of the conflict!*

Jackson swings the crowbar into Edward’s stomach. Winded, he falls off his chair, coughing and gasping. Jackson raises the crowbar again and slams it down into his arm, and his chest. He then bends down and grabs him by the collar.

***Jackson:*** *This didn’t take too long. You see-- very soon, Damerae is gonna walk through those doors and see you for the little WORM that you are.*

Edward spits into his face.

***Edward:*** *Fuck you.*

Gritting his teeth, Jackson lets go of him, stands up, and slams the crowbar onto Edward’s crippled leg with the brace. He slams it again, and then rips the whole thing off. Edward screams in pain. All around them, the workers of the factory are turning their heads, but staying put.

***Jackson:*** *You were gonna betray us - and you don’t even try to hide that.*

***Edward:*** *Returning a little girl to her father-- is -- simply the humane thing to do. She is SICK! She is DYING! And she wants to see her FATHER!*

***Jackson:*** *Well it’s tough shit that she CAN’T!*

Jackson hits him with the crowbar again.

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**Scene #18**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - BASEMENT**

Sitting at the corner of his cell, CLYDE ROLLINS stares at the cell door, and the key laying on the floor. He ponders over what to do, his heart thumping. Eventually, he works up the courage to get up, grab the key and knife, and unlock the cell. It creaks open, and Clyde quietly walks out of the room, and upstairs, opening the basement door.

**Scene #18 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - SECOND FLOOR**

Clyde walks through the halls, and up the stairs, without even drawing a second glance by anyone, probably because most don’t even know Clyde was locked in the basement. At the top of the stairs, Clyde walks quietly, looking into different rooms, until he finds the one with a little girl in it. He faintly knocks on it, stepping inside.

***Clyde:*** *S-Sarah? Sarah Taylor?*

***Sarah:*** *Wh- who are you?*

***Clyde:*** ***(Whispering)*** *I’m a friend of Edward. My name is Clyde. I’m going to get you out of here - back to your father* ***(He smiles)***.

***Sarah:*** *I… I can trust you?*

***Clyde:*** *Yes, I swear on it. You can. I- I’m going to help you. Come on.*

Clyde gently lifts the girl up, carrying her out of the room. He looks around nervously, making sure the coast is clear.

***Clyde:*** *Everything is going to be just fine.*

As Clyde is approaching a door labeled ‘EXIT’, he hears someone behind him.

***Michael:*** *What is the meaning of this?*

Clyde turns around to see MICHAEL HALL close to him. Michael knows what’s going on.

***Michael:*** *Why the girl?*

***Clyde:*** ***(Confidently)*** *I-- I’m getting her out.*

***Michael:*** *Are you now? You think Mr. Badrick will be happy with this?*

***Clyde: (He frowns)*** *Look at her-- a young girl. Cast into all this madness despite everything she already deals with.*

Clyde studies Michael a second more, recognizing him.

***Clyde:*** *You-- you had two sons. You understand what it’s like to have children-- to have them ripped away from you in their final--*

***Michael:*** *Mine were ripped away from me in their final moments. I didn’t get to say goodbye. Because your friend strung him up and fed him to those beasts. And if you’re associated with him… Then no matter the sob story - it ends. Put the girl back and return to your cell before I gut you like a fish.*

***Clyde:*** *N-no.*

Michael steps forward.

***Michael:*** *Don’t make me…*

Frowning, Clyde gently sets SARAH TAYLOR down.

***Clyde:*** *There. You-- you win.*

***Michael: (To Sarah)*** *Let’s get you back to your room.*

As Michael is walking over, Clyde draws Edward’s knife, and jams it into Michael’s chest.

***Clyde:*** *Oh my--*

***Michael:*** *Eugh-*

Michael stumbles back and onto the ground, the knife stuck in his chest. He yells for help. Yelling, Clyde grabs Sarah and turns to run for the door.

***Clyde:*** *Okay - time to go! Come on, come on--*

As he’s running, Michael begins blindly firing with his pistol. One bullet hits Clyde in the back.

***Clyde:*** *AGH--*

Clyde remains on his feet, as he opens the exit door, and makes his way down a flight of stairs, and out a back door, his back bleeding.

Inside the building, a group of Rastas come running over to Michael.

***Michael: (Pointing to the exit door)*** *After him! And bring the girl back ALIVE!*

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**Scene #19**

**FACTORY**

DAMERAE BADRICK enters the factory, a cigar in his mouth. After taking a puff, he lowers it, a blank expression on his face. He stares down at a badly beaten EDWARD REMAR, and then up to JACKSON FOXX standing over him, a bloody crowbar in hand.

***Badrick:*** *You better have proof that he was going to betray us.*

***Jackson:*** *Oh, he was. He didn’t even try to cover it. Pathetic little SWINE!* ***(He kicks Edward)***

***Badrick:*** *Edward… is this true? After I - save your life and take you in as-- who I thought would be someone I could mentor.*

***Edward:*** *Bringing a little girl… into all of this… was a mistake.*

Edward coughs, blood drizzling from his mouth. Badrick approaches him.

***Badrick:*** *Get up.*

Edward struggles to do so. He pushes himself off the ground slowly, putting all the weight onto his left leg. His crippled right leg throbs with pain. And then Badrick punches him straight back to the floor. After hitting the ground, Edward begins to laugh quietly, wheezing.

***Badrick:*** *You are enjoying this, boy? You find it funny that you were going to betray me?*

***Edward:*** *I find it funny that-- you think I’d be so stupid to return here… if I knew you were suspicious of me.*

***Badrick:*** *That girl is never--ever leaving custody, do you understand? Her days are numbered. And she certainly will never reunite with that pathetic man that is her father.*

***Edward:*** *Oh - but she will.*

***Jackson:*** *You can play your bluff however you want, cripple.*

***Edward:*** *You… You are both fools. You really think it was ME that was going to break her out? When I knew I was being cast aside here?! No-- it wasn’t me you IDIOTS!* ***(He cackles)*** *By now Sarah will be on her way-- HOME FREE!*

***Jackson:*** *It’s all a bluff. Bullshit.*

Jackson kicks Edward again, but he keeps laughing.

Badrick narrows his eyes, staring down at Edward. And then he realizes.

***Badrick:*** *CLYDE!* ***(To Jackson)*** *WAIT HERE-- WITH THIS MAGGOT!*

Badrick gathers five Rastas that are in the factory, and storms outside, where his humvee is stationed. He climbs in and mounts the machine gun.

***Badrick:*** *GET ME TO THE TOWN HALL!*

Inside, Edward is still cackling as he hears Badrick driving off.

***Jackson:*** *You little fucking rat.*

Jackson begins pummeling Edward.

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**Scene #20**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - NOON**

Panting, CLYDE ROLLINS runs through the streets with SARAH TAYLOR in his arms. He grits his teeth, feeling the pain in his back. But adrenaline keeps him going, and eventually the Willamette Museum comes into view.

***Clyde:*** *Museum - museum!*

***Sarah:*** *Sir-- I… I feel sick.*

***Clyde:*** *No, no! We’re so close! Fear not!*

Clyde looks over his shoulder, seeing Rastas running after him, but not shooting, in fear of hitting Sarah. Eventually, Clyde makes it to the museum.

**Scene #20 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - OUTSIDE ENTRANCE - NOON**

***Clyde:*** *I- HAVE HER! HELP ME--*

ROBIN CLARKE looks out the windows, seeing Clyde.

***Robin:*** *What in the--*

***Clyde:*** *I’ve got the girl! I’ve got her! HELP ME PLEASE!*

Clyde points at the Rastas chasing him, as he sets Sarah onto the ground.

***Robin:*** *No need to hold fire anymore, boys!*

Robin, SHANE HAYWOOD and several other soldiers exit the museum, firing on at the Rastas. One Rasta makes it all the way up to Clyde, bringing a machete down onto his chest, slicing it, but not too badly. Shane kills the Rasta--the last one.

***Robin:*** *Get that man to the doctor!*

Shane helps Clyde up and inside.

Meanwhile, MIKE SIMPSON goes sprinting into BENJAMIN TAYLOR’s office.

***Mike:*** *Sir-- your daughter. She’s here.*

Benjamin wastes no time in getting up, rushing out the office and out to the lobby, where he looks outside.

***Benjamin:*** *Sarah-- SARAH! Go get her-- lay her down - the bed!*

Mike sprints out the doors, grabbing Sarah and carrying her inside to a couch in the lobby. He lays her down gently.

***Benjamin:*** *Sarah - SARAH!*

Benjamin hugs his daughter, tears falling down his cheeks.

***Sarah:*** *Daddy-- I’ve missed you so much.*

***Benjamin:*** *I’ve missed you too-- I’ve missed you. You’re safe now. I’m going to deal with the monsters who hurt you. How did you get out, honey?*

***Sarah:*** *This nice man Edward--and his friend who took me here. They were nice to me.* ***(She shows him the friendship bracelet)*** *Edward is a good friend now, daddy. And Clyde is a hero. I’ve missed home so much.*

***Mike:*** *Clyde Rollins… the famous actor.*

***Benjamin:*** *Be sure he is kept here so I can award him.*

Benjamin looks at Sarah, smiling. He shows her his necklace.

***Benjamin:*** *Together again. I’m-- so relieved.*

***Sarah:*** *I knew you’d do your best to get me, daddy. To save me.* ***(She then frowns)*** *They-- they killed Ashley, dad.*

***Benjamin:*** *I-- I’m sorry to hear that. She- she did a wonderful job keeping you safe for so long. But I’ve got you now-- and I swear to you, we will never be apart again. I will be with you every step of the way. I love you, Sarah. And daddy is never-- ever going to let you go.*

***Sarah:*** *I love you too, daddy.*

Benjamin stands up, looking at Mike.

***Benjamin:*** *Mike. A- a drink, or something-- for her. She looks pale.*

Mike nods, walking off to get something. Benjamin kneels back beside Sarah.

***Benjamin:*** *Don’t worry, Sarah. We’re going to handle this.*

***Sarah:*** *Thank you.*

As Mike is walking back out with a glass of water, Sarah begins coughing.

***Benjamin:*** *Sarah-- it’s alright. Let it out.*

The coughing continues. Blood flies from her mouth onto the floor.

***Mike:*** *Doctor!*

***Benjamin:*** *Sarah-- Sarah, talk to me. SARAH!*

***Mike:*** *DOCTOR!*

Sarah’s coughing dies down, her eyes closing. Her body goes limp.

***Benjamin:*** *SARAH! No- no, no.*

The room goes quiet, as men stand there silent and motionless. Benjamin begins to sob quietly, clutching Sarah in his arms.