Warzone/Transcript

*“We have our own family now, Dean. A new one. And you’re part of that family, whether you like it or not. You are one of us.”* *—Jim*

**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

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

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

**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

David Thewlis as DEREK MONROE

Daniel Bruhl as ALEX WEISS

Jamie Dornan as ROBERT MORGAN

Jamie Foxx as JACKSON FOXX

Michael McElhatton as MICHAEL HALL

**Co-Starring**

Roscoe Orman as DA’JONTE WOODARD

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

JACOB FELDMAN rattles the fence, looking in. He notices ALDUS PAXTON on the end of the plaza.

***Jacob:*** *Hey? Can you let us in!*

***Derek:*** *This… is a nice entrance. Lovely modifications.*

***Erin:*** *It wasn’t planned to be like this.*

***Derek:*** *It’s a nice place to call home.*

Aldus arrives at the gate, slowly opening it, his eyes focused on DEREK MONROE.

***Aldus:*** *Who’s he?*

***Erin:*** *Aldus - thank you. This… This is my father.*

***Derek:*** *Pleasure to meet you. Derek Monroe.*

***Aldus:*** *Aldus Paxton.*

Derek shakes hands with him.

***Jacob:*** *How’d the heist go?*

***Aldus:*** *It… Clayton is, uh… He died. And they had to retreat.*

***Erin:*** *Oh my god…*

Jacob looks down, processing his words. He flickers his eyes, looking back up.

***Jacob:*** *How… How did it happen?*

***Aldus:*** *Ask Randall. From what I heard, he saved Randall before…*

***Jacob:*** *Alright… So - it failed?*

Aldus nods.

***Derek:*** *Dreadful shame. I shall - go browse this fine establishment.*

Derek walks off, ERIN MONROE sighing.

***Jacob:*** *I’ll go - check on Randall. Do you know where he is?*

***Aldus:*** *I don’t know. Last I saw he was on the roof for the cop’s funeral.*

***Jacob:*** *Alright - thanks, Aldus.*

***Aldus:*** *No problem.*

Jacob heads up the stairwell.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - STORAGE ROOM**

Still in the storage room, DEAN HOWARDS sits on a crate, his head lowered, trying to clear his mind. He sighs quietly, and then hears a door opening within the room. Quiet footsteps are heard walking throughout the room. When Dean gets up to investigate, he sees a blurry and unrecognizable figure rummaging through a shelf. Dean rubs his eyes.

***Dean:*** *Hello? William?*

ZAC BARNES stops what he’s doing, turning to him.

***Zac:*** *No. What are you doing in here, Howards?*

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

***Zac:*** *That’s pathetic. I’ve lived here long enough to remember your name.*

***Dean:*** *What--*

***Zac:*** *Despite how useless you are.*

***Dean:*** *Hey! Watch yourself, alright?*

***Zac:*** *Don’t tell me what to do.*

Zac approaches him.

***Zac:*** *You think I’ll take that from you of all people?*

***Dean:*** *I need to be alone. Please get out of here--*

***Zac:*** *You… The anchor on our group, weighing us all down. Causing us to sink.*

***Dean:*** *I said stop. I-- I can’t do this right now--*

***Zac:*** *The best thing you could do - is save us the food… and go. It’s about time this group cut down on people.*

***Dean:*** *STOP! I CAN’T DO THIS RIGHT NOW--*

***Zac:*** *All you do is bog us down. And if you won’t even remember our names--*

***Dean:*** *I SAID FUCKING STOP!*

Dean grabs Zac in a fit of rage, and throws him into the ground. Zac stands back up, gnashing his teeth.

***Zac:*** *You’ll REGRET THAT!*

He runs at Dean, headbutting him, and then tossing him into a shelf. Dean yells in pain, as he hits the floor.

***Zac:*** *You’re pathetic.*

Zac grabs something off one of the shelves, and leaves the room, bumping into MARCUS DOWNES on his way out.

***Marcus:*** *Zac - hey--*

Marcus watches as Zac leaves without a word. Confused, Marcus walks further into the room, seeing Dean on the ground. He hurries over, and helps him to his feet.

***Marcus:*** *What happened?*

***Dean:*** *I-- I just wanted to be alone.* ***(He frowns)*** *He came in here - saying I’m pathetic. I just-- I dealt with something before. I’m not… I can’t do much about my feelings. I don’t wanna fight anyone any more.* ***(He clenches his fists)*** *He’s--not wrong. But - I just… I don’t wanna hear it anymore.*

Dean shakes his head, sliding down the wall to the ground again.

***Dean:*** *I lost… I lost my wife. Due to-- well… Drinking. I lost her - due to my suspicions. I lost her ‘cause-- I wasn’t a good man. ‘Cause I never treated her right.* ***(He pauses and takes a deep breath, tears welling in his eyes)*** *‘Cause I’m… I’m a nobody. I pretend that I’m important - that I’m professional. When in reality-- I’m just as average as the undead outside.*

Dean sighs, wiping his eyes.

***Marcus:*** *Look - Zac had a tendency to be an asshole. He’s… It’s just who he is. And ever since we came here - he’s not been happy. He doesn’t trust other people.*

***Dean:*** *He’s-- he’s not wrong. I just wanna be a better man for once. I went out-- trying to help and…* ***(He looks at his bandaged hand)***

***Marcus:*** *I’ll talk to him when I can. You both need to make amends. And you - Dean… I’ve seen you stepping up recently. You’re on a better path. So stick to it.*

Dean raises his hand to show Marcus.

***Dean:*** *I went out-- trying. And this happened. I shot a man--probably to death. I’m a murderer.*

They both hear the storage room door opening, and JIM BUTTERMAN comes walking over.

***Jim:*** *Is everything okay, boys? I heard a bit of ruckus.*

***Dean:*** *It’s - nothing.*

***Jim:*** *Nothing usually means there’s quite a lot.*

Jim grabs an old chair nearby, and brings it over. He sits down beside Dean.

***Jim:*** *Can you open up to an old fool like me? See if I can offer you any wisdom at all?*

***Marcus:*** *In that case--I’ll leave you both to it. We can clean up the mess later.*

Marcus nods to them, walking out.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - SECOND FLOOR**

MICHAEL HALL, a bandage over his chest, approaches DA’JONTE WOODARD.

***Michael:*** *Da’Jonte. We must be weary - expect an attack soon. With the men we have here, we can only expect Benjamin will come piling down onto us.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *What happened?*

***Michael:*** *There’s a war coming, Da’Jonte. Our group is going to need to face off against Taylor and Co-- and the private militia of Benjamin Taylor. Mr. Badrick had his daughter captive - and she’s recently escaped. She was the only thing holding Benjamin and his forces off of us. Your friend Jackson and Mr. Badrick are dealing with the traitor. They will return soon.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Hopefully…*

***Michael:*** *Be prepared. And ask yourself if you’re willing to choose the right side in this conflict. Our one.*

Michael turns, walking away. Da’Jonte rubs his chin, lowering his head.

***Da’Jonte:*** *Shit, man…*

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - EARLY AFTERNOON**

Up on the roof, ALDUS PAXTON is sitting near ROBERT MORGAN, a sniper in his lap.

***Robert:*** *Kinda - funny. We all seem to find a sense of security and prosperity here. Miraculous almost.*

Aldus, looks at him, listening.

***Robert:*** *It’s out in the open - but that’s what’s beautiful. Almost like an escape to what it once was. Being able to enjoy--* ***(He coughs)*** *To enjoy the outside world, without fearing the dead. Or others, for that matter.* ***(He smiles)*** *It’s not just the view that’s beautiful. It’s the element of trust - here.*

Aldus nods slowly.

***Aldus:*** *I’ve noticed you’re coughing a lot. Is there something wrong? Flu?*

***Robert: (Smiling)*** *Owen reckons tuberculosis. I’ve got nothing to fear--nothing to lose, so I’m okay.*

Robert looks over to see JACOB FELDMAN approaching.

***Robert:*** *Oh -- hey.*

***Jacob: (Nodding)*** *You don’t seem okay. Hang in there, alright?*

***Robert:*** *I’ve been - trying.*

Jacob glances over to RANDALL FORSTER, who’s seated by himself.

***Jacob:*** *Has he done much since it happened?*

***Robert:*** *No. Understandably not.*

***Jacob:*** *I’ll go and see him.*

He nods to Robert and Aldus, before walking over to Randall. He crouches down next to him.

***Jacob:*** *Hey…*

***Randall:*** *Ey…*

***Jacob:*** *I’m - really sorry.*

***Randall:*** *You didn’t do anything. Nothing wrong.*

***Jacob:*** *You know what I meant. I’m sorry for you-- about what happened. It must… I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now.*

***Randall:*** ***(Looking at Clayton’s badge)*** *Worst part is - the entire heist ended up being for nothin’. We didn’t win. We just lost. He didn’t get to die winning for us. He just-- had his life  taken in an instant. And it’s not what he would’ve wanted.* ***(He frowns)*** *I want every one of those bastards to die.*

***Jacob:*** *I understand but-- you know we don’t have the numbers to fight.*

***Randall:*** *We can outwit them, though. I know we can. We have to try.*

Robert, listening to them, speaks up.

***Robert:*** *He’s-- he’s right. In Ireland--during their rebellion era, where they got all feisty--twenty rebels beat back an army of five-hundred British soldiers by throwing flaming sacks of peat at them.*

***Aldus:*** *That’s because they were having a civil war--or something about being free.*

***Robert:*** *No, no* ***(He coughs)***. *That’s the 1932 Secret War. I’m on about the--1916 Easter Rising. But - if twenty farmers can beat five-hundred experienced soldiers, what can we do?*

***Aldus:*** *Win?*

***Robert:*** *Exactly.*

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - STORAGE ROOM**

DEAN HOWARDS sighs, looking over at JIM BUTTERMAN.

***Dean:*** *Jim-- Can I be honest with you? Completely - no lies?*

***Jim:*** *Of course, of course. There’s no judgement on my part. By all means - go ahead. I’m all ears.*

***Dean:*** ***(Quiet, shaky voice)*** *When… When my wife said she wanted to divorce me-- I… I…*

Dean shakes his head, rubbing his face.

***Dean:*** *I hit her-- right in the face. With… With all my force* ***(He sobs)***.

***Jim:*** *And you feel terrible about it still?*

***Dean:*** *I do… I do.*

***Jim:*** *Dean… When someone is mad-- they often do things beyond their control if… if it’s something they are truly passionate about. If you were a monster, you wouldn’t regret it. But the fact that it’s tearing you apart inside… it proves you’ve grown beyond the man you were in that moment.*

Jim places a hand on Dean’s shoulder, as Dean is taking deep breaths, wiping tears away.

***Jim:*** *Listen… People - they come and go in our lives. At all stages. Whether things don’t work out-- or life hands you lemons. You made a mistake because you were upset. You lost her to.. To drinking, or…?*

***Dean:*** *All of it. Abuse--manipulation. Drinking… spending money on hookers-- all in spite.*

***Jim:*** *And it was the worst mistake of your life?*

***Dean: (Nodding profusely)*** *She was… She was so wonderful. She… I just wanna see her again.*

***Jim:*** *Dean - I understand you. Do you know why?*

***Dean:*** *Why?*

***Jim:*** *My wife--years and years ago--was the world to me. We- we grew up to have two wonderful children. When they both became teenagers, my wife, Betty, and I-- we experienced the loss of our son.*

***Dean: (Frowning)*** *I-I’m sorry.*

***Jim:*** *He was stabbed in school - believe it or not. And we spend months--almost a year, in court. But… my daughter - she cared deeply for her brother, and she began devoting her life to the case. About - trying to find justice for her brother, for my son. When she did this… it began making her sick. Her mind was… creating theories about the entire thing. She-she was beginning to step out of line - to prove that the boy who stabbed her brother was brought to justice. My wife-- she… Betty was hurt over everything. We all were. Until one Christmas Eve. My daughter Rebecca was having trouble celebrating, of course. She-- she couldn’t rest until the boy that stabbed her brother was removed from the picture. I told her that-- that in committing a murder, she’d never ever get a chance to come back from it. Told her that- that she’d need help. But… she tried to anyway. She tried to kill her brother’s killer. Once it failed - the law started to look into the situation. And I checked her into a special school, far away and abroad--on the other side of the world--to keep her from them. A… a terrible place that was going to… cleanse her. I thought I’d been doing it to protect her - but in truth it was most likely worse. That weekend, my wife was outraged. She wouldn’t forgive me for it. And-- one night she… she left the house drunk and depressed… over everything. She took the car out that night and--*

Jim pauses, looking away from Dean, trying to keep himself from crying.

***Jim:*** *And the next morning, I heard of what happened to her. In a few months I’d lost my family - and two of them were my responsibility.*

Dean, frowning, gently pats Jim on the back.

***Dean:*** *I--I’m sorry for everything, Jim.*

***Jim:*** *Dean - you don’t need to be sorry. My point to you is - we all make mistakes. But we can all come back from them. I grey beyond that phase in my life. And I changed. And you will, too.*

***Dean:*** *I hope so. I just… I wanna be better. I thought I had it all. Fifty thousand a year - girls, money. I thought I did. I thought I was…* ***(He chuckles softly)*** *Clyde Rollins, essentially. Truth is, I… I’m not like him. Or any other action stars. I-I’m just a guy.*

***Jim:*** *Then make it your mission to become more than that.*

***Dean: (He nods confidently)*** *I will.*

***Jim:*** *You’re more than capable. I know you can. Use the sadness of your past--use it to fuel you, to motivate you to be better. To look back and think that you can still become the man she wanted.*

Dean tries to speak, but he loses his voice, and shuts his eyes. He lets out a deep sigh.

***Dean:*** *I can still see her, you know. We-- we were gonna have kids. Tim, Ethan, Samantha. Names planned in case it was a boy or girl. All these names-- we wanted a daughter, and a son. I just wanted to be a good dad.*

***Jim:*** *I can see you were always a good man with good intentions, Dean.*

***Dean:*** *Thank you.*

***Jim:*** *I want you to know that--even at your worst--you weren’t truly a bad person. You were just under the influence of the terrors of life. Drink. Money. Women* ***(He chuckles slightly)''***.
***Dean:*** *It’s funny how-- undead taking over the world is probably the best thing that’s happened in my life--thus far. It… showed me who I am.*

***Jim:*** *We have our own family now, Dean. A new one. And you’re part of that family, whether you like it or not. You are one of us.*

Dean smiles, nodding.

***Dean:*** *Jim. You’re a good man* ***(He hugs him)***.

Jim smiles, hugging him back.

***Jim:*** *You best get some rest, alright? I fear we have long days ahead, Dean.*

***Dean:*** *I guess so. I gotta help out - soon. I’ll do it, I swear. I just need to finally get out of here. I’ve been sitting here for a while. I’m tired of what they said.*

***Jim:*** *You’ll get that chance, and I know you’ll take it.*

***Dean:*** *I’ll try.*

Jim stands up, waving to Dean as he walks out.

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**Scene #6**

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

KATE BLOODSTONE steps into the taco store, seeing ALEX WEISS sitting by the wall.

***Kate:*** *Alex… hello.*

***Alex:*** *Welcome.*

TEDDY POWELL steps in after Kate, his arms crossed, watching Alex suspiciously.

***Alex:*** *More than one? That’s amazing.* ***(He stands up)***

***Kate:*** *No - sit down.*

Alex immediately sits back down, as Kate and Teddy also find seats.

***Kate:*** *Listen, Alex… our mall out there-- we’ve had a rough few days. And I don’t want to bring in a truckload of extra problems by releasing you from here. Not yet. But-- Alex, I’m fed up with this game where we go in circles. We place trust in you - and you do something stupid, and blow it. Alex, for god's sake, why won’t you just join the group? Chance after chance - and every time, you end up back in this cell.*

***Alex:*** *Well… So you expect me to… listen to you all and be normal?*

***Teddy:*** *We expect you to take our damn chance. After what you did, you’re lucky to have it. We’ve put time into you - supplies into you. And yet you keep just throwing it back in our face. Alex, it’s about time you decide if you’re gonna be with us… or not. If not, then we have a solution. Want to know what that solution is?*

***Alex:*** *A solution…? Sure.*

***Teddy:*** *We blindfold you, we drive you out of town - from the trunk of a car, and when we’re miles and miles away, we drop you off in the middle of nowhere with some supplies, never to come back to us.*

***Kate:*** *Or… you can stop playing these games with us… and just join.*

Alex nods slowly, thinking.

***Teddy:*** *So what’s it gonna be? We’ve got enough shit to deal with. We’ve got rival groups on our back, damn it. And Clayton - remember him?*

***Alex: (He grins)*** *Well, yes.*

***Teddy:*** *Don’t grin at us. He’s dead.*

***Alex:*** *Ah… I mean… It's sad… I think? I didn’t have much to do with him.*

***Kate:*** *We don’t expect you to show any sadness. But we expect you to understand that we’re having a tough time.*

***Teddy:*** *And we need to know if you’re with us or against us here.*

***Alex:*** *I am choosing the better option, of course. I find it cozy here in this mall. I am… with you?*

***Kate:*** *Alex, it isn’t that simple.*

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

***Kate:*** *You need to be with us - without trying to kill us. Or-- put people to sleep. Or pull any stupid stunts.*

***Alex:*** *Oh…*

***Teddy:*** *And if you try anything, I’ll break your jaw - deal with you myself.*

***Alex:*** *Of course I will stop* ***(He smiles)***.

***Kate:*** *Then, Alex-- here’s a rule to follow. You must always be monitored for the first few days. And there are usually always people on the roof - so for that reason, we’ll take you there. Give you a chance to speak to some others.*

***Teddy:*** *Sound fair?*

***Alex:*** *Of course! It sounds great.*

***Teddy: (Standing up)*** *Then come on. But first--*

Teddy approaches Alex, who stands up. He pats the man down, taking the two knives from him.

***Kate:*** *Alright.*

***Alex:*** *But - my bag?*

***Teddy:*** *You’ll survive without things for a few hours. Now come on.*

Alex follows them out of the store.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - EARLY AFTERNOON**

QUINCY ATHERTON and MONICA REYNOLDS come strolling up onto the roof, looking around.

***Monica:*** *Any action going on up here?*

***Robert:*** *Nothing.*

***Quincy:*** *Well, we’re staying anyway.*

Quincy and Monica sit down together.

***Quincy:*** *It’s gonna be a long day. You know - we should be expecting an unfriendly social call very soon.*

***Monica:*** *This place is worth fighting for.*

***Robert:*** *An -- unfriendly social call?*

***Quincy:*** *You’re not expecting the Rasta’s to show up after the train?*

***Monica:*** *They are most certainly going to come.*

***Robert:*** *Yeah -- okay, that’s right.*

ROBERT MORGAN looks down into the parking lot, thinking to himself.

***Robert: (Quietly, to himself)*** *Does that mean I get to activate the fences?*

Soon after, three others arrive on the roof. KATE BLOODSTONE, TEDDY POWELL and ALEX WEISS walk over.

***Kate:*** *Everyone -- Alex here is under one last chance to settle in and join us. We had a discussion with him. And his one rule is to always be monitored. So we figured he could spend some time up here - seeing as there’s always people.*

***Robert:*** *Woah -- okay. Never met him before.*

***Quincy:*** *Alex, huh? And what led Alex to being imprisoned?*

***Monica:*** *I’m curious myself.*

***Kate:*** *Actually - he’s been imprisoned multiple times… for multiple different things.*

***Quincy:*** *That’s a great sign.*

***Kate:*** *Were you not a criminal, Quincy?*

***Monica:*** *Fair play.* ***(She kisses him)*** *But he never got caught.*

***Quincy:*** *‘Course I didn’t.*

***Teddy:*** *Just keep Alex from getting any bright ideas.*

Alex slowly walks off from Kate and Teddy, wandering around the roof. And then he sees RANDALL FORSTER sitting alone. He walks over without hesitation.

***Alex:*** *Ah. You were the one that chased me with Clayton, right?*

***Randall:*** *I’m not in the mood to speak to you. But-- yeah. I was.*

***Alex:*** *Ah. Yeah, yeah. He’s dead… I heard.*

Randall sighs.

***Alex:*** *A big loss to you?*

***Randall:*** *…yeah.*

***Alex:*** *Interesting.*

***Randall:*** *He was like my brother. We’d been on the same team since the police academy.*

***Alex:*** *Ah… Then I am sorry for tricking him - and much more.*

***Randall:*** *It’s alright…*

Nearby, FELIX QUARTERMAN and DEREK MONROE exit the elevator, slowly walking along the rooftop.

***Felix:*** *So - you plan to stay here long?*

***Derek:*** *Oh - no, no. But I do believe we can help each other. I know the Rastas and what they are capable of. That’s why I was helping Wilbur Wright and all of you with the train heist. And now that I know my daughter is here - you have my full support.*

***Felix:*** *You’ve… got a rough history with her, right?*

***Derek:*** *Unfortunately. Part of me is here to make amends. Another part is here to ensure that I survive… that my family survives. Erin--while we had our problems--is still my daughter. You understand that, right?*

***Felix:*** *Of course. We all have our problems. It took me time to step up here - to become the leader I am now. I reached the bottom of an empty bottle… numerous times.*

***Derek:*** *And yet here you are - in charge of this grand establishment. A shopping mall. A wonderful place - with lovely fences outside.*

***Felix: (Pointing to Robert)*** *Credit where credit is due…*

Derek nods, approaching Robert.

***Derek:*** *You, sir. You have done a fine job. They are lucky to have you.*

***Felix:*** *That we are.*

***Robert:*** *Thank you.*

***Derek:*** *Not a problem, it’s fine work.* ***(To Felix)*** *Shall we continue on?*

***Felix:*** *Of course.*

Felix and Derek continue on, heading back towards the elevator.

After they’ve left, Alex walks around the group, stretching.

***Alex:*** *So - this is the roof. I’ve only been here once, and for a short time when I was escaping* ***(He laughs)***.

Alex approaches the edge, looking over.

***Quincy:*** *Scared of heights?*

***Alex:*** *Uh… I guess not.*

***Quincy: (Grinning)*** *You think you could jump off - kill yourself? Who knows what goes through your mind.*

***Alex:*** *No. I am thinking of surviving.*

***Quincy:*** *I’m just kidding. Surviving, huh? By moving cell to cell - or whatever?*

***Alex:*** *Well… kinda.*

***Monica:*** *Quincy, leave the poor guy alone. I’m sure he’s… working things out. Your name’s Alex right? I’m Monica! Nice to meet you.*

***Alex:*** *Yeah, I am Alex. Nice to meet you Monica.* ***(He digs through his pockets)*** *They took everything… my knife, my paper… my bag.*

***Teddy:*** *Lighten up, you’ll get it back soon.*

***Alex:*** *When is ‘soon’? I want it now.*

***Teddy:*** *When we trust you.*

***Alex:*** *No. You don’t understand, I need them. It was once like this… they took my stuff, and I had nothing. And then someone… uh… When are you guys going to trust me?*

***Teddy:*** *When we’ve seen you won’t try anything stupid. Like every other time.*

***Alex:*** *Damn…*

***Robert:*** *I’ve-- I’ve got nothing against you.*

***Alex:*** ***(He smiles)*** *Thank you. I don’t know you… but whatever. I’ll just wait until I get my stuff back.*

Alex takes a seat near the edge, sighing.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - FIRST FLOOR**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR stares blankly at his daughter, her body laying on the ground, lifeless. The room is mostly empty, besides ROBIN CLARKE, who’s standing across the room, his arms crossed. As Benjamin is kneeling there, he notices something--a twitch, from SARAH TAYLOR. His eyes come to life, as he begins to see her moving again, groaning quietly.

***Benjamin:*** *Sarah-- you… you’ve come back to me.*

Robin looks over, and begins walking over slowly.

***Robin:*** *Boss?*

***Benjamin:*** *She… Look Robin. She has returned…*

Sarah slowly sits up, as Benjamin gently grabs her again.

***Robin:*** *Boss… get away from her* ***(He reaches for his holster)***.

***Benjamin:*** *My daughter…*

Sarah growls, her jaw opening. She looks at Benjamin with soulless eyes. And then she lunges at him, jaws snapping. Benjamin holds her back, falling over.

***Robin:*** *Boss!*

***Benjamin: (Quietly)*** *Don’t worry… We’ll find you a room--*

Robin fires a single shot in the side of Sarah’s head. Her corpse falls to the side.

***Benjamin:*** *What the HELL was that for?! What have you DONE?!*

Benjamin stands up, eyes wide open, filled with hatred.

***Benjamin:*** *You MURDERED MY DAUGHTER!*

***Robin:*** *Boss--she was one of them. You… you need to rest.*

Benjamin shuts his eyes, taking deep breaths. He shakes his head, snapping out of it.

***Benjamin:*** *I-- I’m sorry, Mr. Clarke. I shouldn’t snap at you like that. But the time has come…* ***(He looks down at his blood stained clothes)***

***Robin:*** *Do you want a change of clothes?*

***Benjamin:*** *No - not at all. I want his blood.*

***Robin:*** *Mr. Badrick?*

***Benjamin:*** *I want to see every… single… one of them… dead. And I will.*

He begins walking down the hall, while Robin jogs after him.

***Robin:*** *Boss?*

***Benjamin:*** *Ready the entire army. Every single man. I want every truck full, and every firearm loaded into it. We march on the town hall - and we destroy it.*

***Robin:*** ***(Nodding)*** *Yes, sir.*

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - FIRST FLOOR**

DAMERAE BADRICK jumps off the back of his humvee, storming through the front doors. He sees DA’JONTE WOODARD leaning on the wall nearby.

***Badrick:*** *Da’Jonte - my friend. Things have not gone as planned. We must be ready for the worse.*

He then looks over to the stairs, seeing MICHAEL HALL slowly coming down them.

***Michael:*** *Mr. Badrick. Did you apprehend Edward and deal with him--*

***Badrick:*** *WHERE is the girl?! And where is Clyde?!*

***Michael:*** *They have escaped, Mr. Badrick. It seems Edward was the traitor all along.*

***Badrick:*** *GAH! We must be ready for an attack! MEN! I want FIFTY guns along the windows! DEFEND THE HALL!*

And with that, the town hall comes to life, men rushing through halls, grabbing guns, running up and down the stairs, carrying crates of ammo. It’s madness.

***Badrick:*** *Da’Jonte. Are you with us?*

***Da’Jonte:*** *I am.*

***Badrick:*** *So very good to hear* ***(He hands him a machine gun)***.

Badrick hurries up the stairs. Meanwhile, Da’Jonte and Michael go off into different rooms to get ready for the inevitable.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - AFTERNOON**

Trucks come down the streets from both sides, blocking the roads. Men jump out of them, finding cover nearby. Guns are pointed up at the town hall, ready to fire.

BENJAMIN TAYLOR steps out of the armoured truck, a pistol in hand.

Inside, DAMERAE BADRICK peers out a window, seeing them.

***Badrick:*** *Here they are…*

He steps out onto the balcony.

***Badrick:*** *Mr. Taylor… you received your daughter back, did you not?*

Taylor stares at him, frowning angrily. His hands tense up, gripping the pistol.

***Benjamin:*** *I hope you’re happy, Mr. Badrick. Because I’m going to carve that smile onto your face. No. More. Talk.*

***Badrick: (Chuckling)*** *You have your little girl - what of it?*

***Benjamin:*** *Not anymore.*

***Badrick:*** *Ah… Well, in that case…*

Suddenly, Badrick spins around, jumping back into the town hall. Benjamin and his army open fire.

***Benjamin:*** *I WANT THAT PLACE DESTROYED! HOLD THE LINE!*

Benjamin finds cover quickly, firing up at the windows. Inside the town hall, Rastas are fighting back. On both sides, men are getting injured or killed. It’s a bloodbath.

***Benjamin:*** *Enough of this… DESTROY IT!*

RPGs are taken out of the back of the trucks and handed off to a few men. They take aim at the building. Inside, MICHAEL HALL sees what’s happening. He rushes away from the windows.

***Michael:*** *SHIT! GET BACK!*

***Da’Jonte:*** *OH SHIT--*

The entire front of the town hall crumbles as the RPGs are fired. A wall of smoke temporarily stops the gunfire, and Rastas inside scramble to reorganize themselves.

***Benjamin:*** *PUSH IN!*

Benjamin runs up to the building, where he sees a wounded Rasta crawling from the rubble. He raises his hand to Benjamin, begging. Ben promptly shoots the man in the head, before continuing on forward

***Benjamin:*** *KILL ALL OF THEM ON SIGHT!*

His men rush through, and the gunfire resumes. In the building, Michael covers his mouth, coughing. He looks into a room, seeing one Rasta burning alive, a fire quickly spreading. Michael continues on, and finds DA’JONTE WOODARD clambering to his feet. He grabs his shirt, pulling him up.

***Michael:*** *We have no choice - we must leave! Badrick has ditched us!*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Mothafucka… Where’s the other exit?!*

Michael points to a door down the hall, and they start walking towards it. But as they do, another rocket hits the building, and the hallway ahead of them crumbles in on itself, blocking the door. Panicking, the two men rush into a room beside it, and over to a window. As they do, Benjamin enters the room, and when he sees them, immediately opens fire. Michael shoves Da’Jonte out the window.

***Michael:*** *Run! Anywhere you can go!*

Michael rushes off into another room, escaping Benjamin’s fury. When Michael is gone, Benjamin takes a look around, seeing that fires were quickly engulfing the building.

***Benjamin:*** *Out! Now!*

Benjamin, along with his army, pull back out before they are crushed beneath the building. Outside, Benjamin grits his teeth looking down the streets.

***Benjamin:*** *Where is he…*

Suddenly, from out of an alleyway nearby, Badrick’s humvee comes speeding out, turning towards them. Badrick, on the machine gun, opens fire. Men are shredded, limbs flying off. As the humvee drives forward, Benjamin, ROBIN CLARKE and his men open fire, and two of the humvee’s wheels burst. It steers off path, smashing into a building, but not breaking it. Badrick continues firing, as bullets tear through Benjamin’s vehicles, destroying them. Shops and other buildings around are decimated with bullets.

***Benjamin:*** *We have no choice…*

Benjamin crawls forward to one of the trucks, pulling a grenade launcher out of it. He then passes it off to Robin.

***Benjamin:*** *Destroy this shithole…*

Robin smiles, popping out of cover and launching a grenade near the humvee. Badrick, seeing this, climbs up and dives off the humvee out of sight. The grenade bounces near the humvee, and then explodes, destroying the vehicle.

Meanwhile, all around them, the battle is raging on, as Rastas and soldiers alike pour out onto the streets, fighting. Buildings all around are destroyed. Bodies begin to litter the streets.

Michael, having escaped the now smoking ruins of the town hall, runs over to Badrick.

***Michael:*** *Fall back to the outposts?!*

***Badrick:*** *GET TO THE FACTORY!*

Badrick jumps up, running down the street as Rastas cover him. Michael hurries after him. Benjamin peeks out of cover, seeing them hopping into a car.

***Benjamin:*** *ROBIN! Follow them! Let the rest battle here. The town hall is lost.*

Robin nods, climbing into their armoured truck, one of the few not destroyed. Benjamin jumps into the passenger seat, and they hit the gas, driving past soldiers firing at Rastas. They begin catching up to Badrick’s car, but Badrick sees them, and acts quickly. He leans out the passenger window, and opens fire at the truck, hitting one of the tires. Robin, unable to control the truck, braces for impact as it drives straight into another abandoned car. The truck flips over, and Benjamin is knocked unconscious.

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

A little while after leaving Dean in the storage room, MARCUS DOWNES is strolling through Paradise Plaza, when he spots ZAC BARNES walking nearby. He jogs over to him.

***Marcus:*** ***(Loudly, unfriendly)*** *Zac.*

***Zac:*** *What? You aren’t going to scold me for putting that piece of shit in his place, are you?*

***Marcus:*** *Zac - he’s trying to change. It’s not your place to begin being a damn asshole to everyone.*

***Zac:*** *Oh, so that’s what I am?*

***Marcus:*** *Grow up, Zac. Jesus… I’m simply telling you--*

***Zac:*** *I’m done being told. I’ve been right about all of my complaints. And I stand by them! Every single one! Why shouldn’t I?*

***Marcus:*** *Because it creates pointless problems! We don’t need it.*

From over in the Entrance Plaza, FRASER STILLER turns the corner, and yells over to them.

***Fraser:*** *Hey, guys! You need to, uh-- see this.*

Marcus and Zac jog over, and look out the front entrance, where they see smoke billowing into the sky in the distance.

***Fraser:*** *Something terrible has happened…*

***Marcus:*** *My god…*

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - AFTERNOON**

ROBERT MORGAN stands up in a hurry, pointing out into the town.

***Robert:*** *Hey - hey! Something-- something’s going on.*

JACOB FELDMAN rushes over, and looks out, seeing smoke, and hearing faded, distant gunfire from downtown.

***Jacob:*** *Oh my god… we’re in the middle of a warzone.* ***(To Robert)*** *Go get everyone up here.*

Robert nods, and hurries off to the vents.

***Jacob:*** *What the hell is going on out there…*

***Aldus:*** *Normandy, by the sounds of it.*

***Quincy:*** *You want my bet? The Rastas and their enemies have finally come to a head.*

***Monica:*** *We should be out there, Quincy! I want to see it.*

More and more survivors from the mall begin heading up to the roof to look at the chaos happening in the distance, including Robert.

***Jim:*** *Oh my… How did this come to be? There is smoke everywhere!*

***Owen:*** *What a world…*

***Jacob:*** *This is a damn travesty. It’s a fucking battlefield out there.*

***Robert:*** *It’s--it’s mad. We’ll be dragged into this. We gotta - gotta beef up! Luxury or safety?*

***Jacob:*** *Safety, of course. It’s-- The shooting hasn’t stopped yet.*

RANDALL FORSTER stands up, walking over to the group.

***Randall:*** *This is our chance. Get the jump on both fucking sides. They’ve both done shit to us. This is our chance to make things right.*

***Jacob:*** *Randall-- it’s a damn mess out there. Just look!*

***Jim:*** *Randall, it’d be suicide. Just… wait and see how this all ends up. We can allow Robert to help reinforce us.*

***Robert:*** *Where’s our highest caliber guns right now?*

***Teddy:*** *In my store - go check if you wish.* ***(He tosses him a key)*** *Gets you into the back room. Back room has the best shit. The stuff-- I couldn’t sell.*

***Robert:*** *Illegal stuff?*

TEDDY POWELL nods.

***Robert: (Smiling)*** *Even better.*

Robert hurries off.

***Jacob:*** *I… need to find Erin.*

Jacob nods to them all, swiftly turning around to walk away, as the war continues on in Willamette.

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**Scene #13**

**FACTORY**

JACKSON FOXX points at a group of Rastas.

***Jackson:*** *Keep those doors enforced!*

EDWARD REMAR, still lying on the floor, beaten and bruised, and bleeding from several parts of his body, chuckles quietly. He watches Jackson lift a radio and attempt to get into contact with Badrick, only to get no response.

***Jackson:*** *God damn! What the HELL is going on out there?*

***Edward: (Laughing)*** *Whatever it is… it’s come at the right time!*

***Jackson:*** *I’m fed up with your snarky little comments.* ***(He crouches beside him)*** *You useless cripple. I won’t hear it from you. Not you.* ***(He grabs him)*** *Do you understand? ANSWER ME!*

***Edward:*** *I’ve got - nothing left to lose. But what’s happening out there-- I can only hope it involves your boss and Benjamin Taylor* ***(He grins)***.

Jackson growls, reeling back his arm, and throwing it into Edward’s face, sending a tooth flying.

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**Scene #14**

**WAREHOUSE**

WILBUR WRIGHT paces around in the warehouse, listening to the gunfire outside, which is gradually getting closer to him and his crew.

***Wilbur:*** *What the fuck is going on out there? Does anyone have anything yet?*

CURTIS VAN HORN steps away from a window, looking over.

***Curtis:*** *I think it’s a message to us - that we should leave now.*

***Jon:*** *I’m with Curtis on this one. We can’t stick around for this shit, Wright.*

***Wilbur:*** *It’s the Rastas, we know that much. It would only seem to make sense that Benjamin Taylor has come forth.*

***Jon:*** *That mean he got his daughter back?*

***Wilbur:*** *Or she’s dead. How the fuck would I know?*

A molotov suddenly crashes through one of the windows, lighting the building on fire.

***Wilbur:*** *Shit!*

***Curtis:*** *Looks like that fight has reached us. We aren’t being caught in the middle of this! Come on!*

Curtis grabs Wilbur, and they rush out the back door behind JON MATTHEWS.

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - LATE AFTERNOON**

JON MATTHEWS hands WILBUR WRIGHT a shotgun, as they step out into the streets, one that's relatively peaceful and spared from the fighting.

***Curtis:*** *Where do--*

CURTIS VAN HORN stops, as he sees a man down the street. DA’JONTE WOODARD stops in his tracks, looking at them.

***Curtis:*** *That traitorous little bastard!*

***Jon:*** *He isn’t getting out of this SHIT! We’re getting some answers.*

***Wilbur:*** *Da’Jonte! What the fuck is going on? Tell us that much and we might spare you.*

***Jon:*** *What did Jackson tell you to do?*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Wh --what?*

***Jon:*** *FUCKING TELL US! WHAT did Jackson ask you to do?!* ***(He shakes him)***

***Da’Jonte:*** ***(Panicking, fumbling words)*** *He-- he told me to stay here - please-- let me go.*

***Wilbur:*** *What the fuck are you on about. Was he or was he not working for the damn Rastas?!*

***Da’Jonte:*** *No-- no, no--*

***Curtis:*** *Don’t you fucking lie to us. Tell us the damn truth!*

***Jon:*** *If he was… that’d make sense.* ***(He realizes something)*** *THAT PIECE OF SHIT! Jackson tracked us from the damn train heist because he wanted our location for Badrick.*

***Wilbur:*** *That means they know--*

Wilbur narrows his eyes, seeing a small group of Rastas jogging out of an alleyway onto their street.

***Wilbur:*** *Fuck me…*

***Jon:*** *You gotta be shitting me!*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Let me go, man--*

***Jon:*** *You aren’t getting out of this one you piece of shit!*

Jon grabs him, beginning to drag him down the street, as Wilbur blasts his shotgun in the direction of the Rastas.

***Da’Jonte:*** *AGH! Let me go, man!*

***Curtis:*** *We need to go - now. We aren’t sticking around for this.*

***Wilbur:*** *The only place we’ve got is the mall. Get there - now.*

***Jon:*** *And you?*

***Wilbur:*** *I’ll hold these fuckers off.*

Wilbur takes cover behind a car, and continues to fire towards the Rastas. Curtis and Jon, dragging Da’Jonte with them, rush down the street, past zombies that begin to swarm the street thanks to the gunfire.

***Curtis:*** ***(While running)*** *Tell us, Da’Jonte! Why’d you ditch us-- for THEM?!*

***Jon:*** *And speak up fast you damn coward!*

Da’Jonte stays quiet.

***Jon:*** *What is WRONG with you! SPEAK!*

***Da’Jonte:*** *YOU SCARING ME, N†GGA--*

***Curtis:*** *Company!*

A pair of Rastas ambush them, opening fire, forcing the three of them to get behind a truck for cover.

***Jon:*** *You better speak up now - as they are firing at you too! We’re the only chance you got!*

Before Da’Jonte can answer, he sees a squad of other soldiers walking down the other side of the street, led by BENJAMIN TAYLOR and ROBIN CLARKE. They open fire at the two Rastas who ambushed them, taking them out.

***Robin:*** *Mr. Taylor - we need to get you to safety.*

***Benjamin:*** *No. We are getting to the damn place they sped off too.*

Wilbur comes rushing down the street, seeing them all.

***Wilbur:*** *Pinning them down didn’t work.* ***(To Benjamin)*** *Mr. Taylor! Do you care to explain what’s going on?*

Jon, Curtis and Da’Jonte step out from behind the car.

***Benjamin:*** *Those bastards took my daughter from me--*

He stops mid-sentence, seeing Da’Jonte and recognizing him from the town hall.

***Benjamin:*** *Rasta scum!* ***(He points his gun)***.

***Jon:*** *Easy! We need him!*

***Wilbur: (To Da’Jonte)*** *So you WERE working with the Rastas. Da’Jonte - tell us what you know, or so help me god, we’ll kill you right here.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *I don’t know much man--*

***Wilbur:*** *WHAT. HAPPENED?!*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Th-they just convinced me. Alright?*

Wilbur sighs angrily, looking back at Benjamin.

***Wilbur:*** *So she didn’t make it? Sincere apologies - but you started a war? The town is a wreck.*

***Benjamin:*** *They’re hiding out at an outpost. Join me in taking me… to end the war before it can get out of hand.*

***Curtis:*** *This is not our fight.*

***Robin:*** *It is now. So are you with us or not?*

***Wilbur: (Nodding)*** *We’re in. The Rastas need to be finished.*

Jon throws Da’Jonte to the ground.

***Jon:*** *And this bastard?*

***Wilbur:*** *We leave him to his own devices. We aren’t taking him with us.*

***Benjamin:*** *So be it. Come, now!*

***Jon:*** *Enjoy this wrecked piece of shit town, Da’Jonte* ***(He smirks)***.

Wilbur and his crew follow Benjamin and his squad down the street, marching on towards the factory.

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/OFFICE**

DEREK MONROE, ERIN MONROE and FELIX QUARTERMAN take a seat in the security room office. Felix scratches his chin, looking over at Derek.

***Felix:*** *What do you know of the war happening out there right now, Mr. Monroe?*

***Derek:*** *Please - just call me Derek. And as for the war, I know about as much as Wilbur Wright told me. That Damerae Badrick had Benjamin Taylor’s little girl. However that conflict ended - it resulted in this.*

***Felix:*** *You think they’ll destroy each other?*

***Derek:*** *I hope so for all of our sake.*

Felix nods, standing up. He walks out of the room. When he does, Derek turns to Erin.

***Derek:*** *Erin… we… We haven’t had much of a chance to speak upon arrival.*

***Erin:*** *I don’t think now is the best time.*

***Derek:*** *Erin - we need to fix things.*

***Erin:*** *Why now? Why ten years later?*

***Derek:*** *You don’t think I wasn’t trying to find you all that time? When your mother… When I lost her, I had to honour her final wishes. To see us back together - as she’d have wanted.*

***Erin:*** ***(Looking down, and then back up slowly)*** *I always lived in the shadow of your - world wide expanding whiskey business. No matter how hard I tried to forget who you were… I’d pass some - billboard. And it would haunt me. Every single time.*

***Derek:*** *Oh, Erin - don’t say that. Please.*

***Erin:*** *It’s true. It really is.*

***Derek:*** *Erin… things ended abruptly, but I’ve changed. We both have.*

***Erin:*** *It wasn’t me who needed to change! You were the problem! Not me!*

***Derek:*** *Erin… please. I didn’t mean it that way. More so - in that… you could perhaps forgive me. At the end of the day - we’re family. And in the end of the world - as things are… Well, different, we could surely start over. Not even a part of you wants that?*

***Erin:*** *A part of me - always wanted that. But- I just look back to what you did to my life. How you ruined it…*

***Derek:*** *And I can’t apologize for it enough. I am -- sorry.*

***Erin:*** *That does not change anything. Not anymore. ESPECIALLY not anymore.*

***Derek:*** *Please - give me a chance… to be able to have my daughter back in my life. And for her to have her father. I love you, Erin. I always will - we are family. You are my daughter. There is nobody more meaningful.*

Erin looks back down, tearing up.

***Derek:*** *Come here.* ***(He hugs her)***

JACOB FELDMAN comes walking into the office. He sees them hugging, and smiles.

***Jacob:*** *Hey - glad to see things have… worked out?*

***Erin: (Nodding slowly)*** *It’ll take a long time… to rebuild what was broken. But - it’s the end of the world. No better time to try.*

***Derek: (Smiling)*** *So - Jacob. Tell me about yourself, then. And how you and Erin- came to be.*

***Jacob:*** *Oh - you know… met early on. First day of all this. She saved me and my friend… Clayton. And - saved me many other times after that.*

***Erin:*** *And he did the same for me.*

Jacob smiles, sitting down beside Erin.

***Jacob:*** *And since then-- we - we’ve become happy.*

***Derek:*** *Nothing makes me happier than to see my daughter in safe arms. I am glad to see - that she’s found someone in all of this. And- as for the baby, I can imagine growing up here--in this safe haven--would be an excellent place.*

***Erin:*** *Thank you, father.*

***Derek:*** *That is… if this Rasta conflict is settled.*

Derek leans back into his chair.

***Derek:*** *You’d, of course, be planning to have them far out of the picture by then.*

***Jacob:*** *Of course. It’s them or us. And-- I hope it’s us that’ll prevail.*

***Derek:*** *As do I, of course. And you have my full support. I have… Certain things about Damerae Badrick that can help us.*

***Erin:*** *How?*

***Derek:*** *He used to buy crate loads of whiskey from me. One of my best customers, in truth.*

***Erin:*** *Oh my god… you were in business with criminals - part of an inner circle. Is that how you knew Wilbur Wright?*

***Derek:*** *Erin, honey. I had no choice. The- the only way for a business to prevail is with connections and protection.*

***Erin:*** *So it’s built up on crime?*

***Derek:*** *A legitimate business, I assure you. No attempted investigations were successful. And - those I sell whiskey to - shouldn’t be so bad. But because of it--I knew Wilbur, who to my understanding has helped all of you here.*

***Jacob:*** *He has.*

***Derek:*** *And I plan to do the same. I have some ideas. I am aware the train heist didn’t go so well, but-- I do have a few things that would need done.*

***Erin:*** *We’re with you. Just - think up what needs done, and we’ll help.*

***Derek:*** *Thank you, honey.*

Derek stands up, straightening his clothes.

***Derek:*** *Now - I might as well return to the hotel.*

***Erin:*** *So soon?*

***Derek:*** *I would’ve thought you’d want me gone* ***(He chuckles)***.

***Erin:*** *Well… we just made up. I… Be careful? Look outside - it’s chaos.*

***Derek:*** *I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.*

Erin stands up, giving him another hug.

***Erin:*** *Come back to us - whenever you’ve got something. Or we’ll come to you.*

She takes the radio out of her back pocket, handing it off to him.

***Derek:*** *Of course, of course - I will. Jacob.*

Derek approaches Jacob, offering him a handshake. He shakes it.

***Derek:*** *Thank you.*

***Jacob:*** *For what?*

***Derek:*** *For being here for her. Farewell for now.*

***Erin:*** *Be careful…*

Derek steps out of the office.

***Erin:*** *I think he’s truly changing - for the better.*

***Jacob:*** *That’s great. Truly. I’m happy for you, and for him.*

***Erin:*** *I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it before. It was - something I never did want to discuss.*

***Jacob:*** *Hey - it’s alright. I understand completely. We gonna find out what’s going on up there?* ***(He glances up to the ceiling)***

***Erin:*** *Yeah.*

Erin kisses him, and they walk out of the office.

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**Scene #17**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - EVENING**

From a nearby hill, JON MATTHEWS glances down at the factory, seeing a convoy of green vehicles stationed outside.

***Jon:*** *They are in there. I know it. See?* ***(He points out the vehicles)***

***Wilbur:*** *Wasn’t the hardest to find. We end this - here.*

***Curtis:*** *And if we’re outgunned?*

***Jon:*** *We’ve got the element of surprise.*

ROBIN CLARKE nods, turning to their squad of soldiers.

***Robin:*** *On me, men.*

**Scene #17 Cont.**

**FACTORY**

Inside the factory, DAMERAE BADRICK is standing off to the side with JACKSON FOXX and MICHAEL HALL.

***Badrick:*** *Edward has caused all of this.*

***Jackson:*** *So let's just kill the damn bastard! Why keep the little fucking traitor alive?*

***Michael:*** *I want him to die - the way he killed my son. I want it to be slow and painful. I want to see him suffer, hear him scream… for what he did to my family.*

***Badrick:*** *And you will. The same will happen to Benjamin Taylor when we finish him.*

Badrick nods to them, turning and starting to walk over to EDWARD REMAR, who is still laying on the floor in pain.

***Badrick:*** *We will chop Edward apart - limb by limb* ***(He grins)***.

Suddenly, the front doors of the factory burst open, as do the side doors, and the back entrance. Men come swarming, guns raised.

***Jackson:*** *FUCK!*

Rastas dive for cover, fighting back against BENJAMIN TAYLOR and his soldiers. In the midst of the slaughter, Edward weakly gets to his feet, finding cover nearby.

While gunning down a pair of Rastas, Jon sees Jackson firing back at him.

***Jon:*** *JACKSON! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!*

***Jackson:*** *You bastards left me! You deserve it!*

As Jackson is pinning Jon down with gunfire, he is suddenly struck in the side by CURTIS VAN HORN.

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

Jackson, groaning in pain, holds onto his side as it leaks blood. He jumps to his feet, and rushes through a door, disappearing.

***Benjamin:*** *Badrick! It ends here… and now! Come out!*

Badrick, who’s up on the second floor, grins to himself.

***Badrick:*** *Oh, but my friend, it does not.*

***Benjamin:*** *You got my daughter killed… YOU!*

Edward, laying weakly behind cover, hears this. His heart sinks, as he frowns deeply.

***Edward:*** *…Sarah? She--*

Badrick snickers loudly.

***Badrick:*** *It is not over, Mr. Taylor.*

Rastas from the second floor all stand up at once, firing down onto Benjamin’s soldiers, slaughtering a lot of them.

Meanwhile, Michael finds Edward, and charges him, beginning to strangle him.

***Michael:*** *You-- are going to join my sons in the grave!*

Edward kicks with his good leg, and scratches at Michael, but it does nothing. Michael keeps his hands wrapped around Edward’s throat, squeezing hard. Desperately trying to survive, Edward swings his head forward, latching his teeth on Michael’s arm. He bites down as hard as he can, and tears a chunk of his arm out.

***Michael:*** *GAHH--!*

Michael lets go of Edward, falling to the side. He holds onto his arm as it spurts out blood. While Michael is distracted by this, Edward clambers to his feet, limping to a nearby side door that was wide open. Michael slowly gets to his feet, and stumbles out the same door moments later.

Meanwhile, up on the second floor, Badrick’s Rastas provide covering fire, as Badrick slips out of a door and rushes down a stairway on the outside of the building. He makes it to the bottom, the rest of his Rastas rushing after him as quickly as possible. Badrick, and those Rastas of his that are left, jump into a few cars outside, and speed away.

Inside, Benjamin’s soldiers pick off a couple Rastas that were left behind, before determining that the building is clear. They had taken the factory and killed many Rastas, but took many casualties themselves.

***Curtis:*** *Well… that settles that.*

***Benjamin:*** *It is not over until they are all dead.*

***Jon:*** *Maybe for you, but we - are going to the mall.*

***Benjamin:*** *The mall… Tell them to stay out of this. I will not have them get in my way.*

Benjamin turns to Robin and the remainder of his soldiers.

***Benjamin:*** *On me! We are leaving.*