Family Business/Transcript

*“Rely on yourself. And you’ll find yourself achieving more.”* *—Curtis*

**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

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

David Thewlis as DEREK MONROE

Jamie Foxx as JACKSON FOXX

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

**Co-Starring**

Roscoe Orman as DA’JONTE WOODARD

Taron Egerton as MIKE SIMPSON

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - WONDERLAND PLAZA**

ERIN MONROE and DEREK MONROE walk through Wonderland Plaza slowly, looking around.

***Derek:*** *Erin - my dear. I am thankful you’ve shown me around.*

***Erin:*** *Of course, it’s not a problem. I’m glad. I’m glad that we’ve finally stopped and mended things.*

***Derek:*** *And of course I am too.*

Derek stops suddenly, reaching into his pocket. After digging around a moment, he pulls out a pocket watch.

***Derek:*** *Do you remember this? An antique* ***(He smiles)***. *Originally I tried giving it to your mother - but she knew how much I liked watches like this -- told me to keep it, find her something else* ***(He chuckles)''***. An expensive one… and one of a kind, this is. Ran through our family for centuries.
***Erin:*** *I remember it. You used to keep it on display, more-so than use it. Other than for business meetings.*

***Derek:*** *Yes - it did look good during a meeting with the board. I want you to have it, Erin.*

***Erin:*** *Why?*

***Derek:*** *So you can have something - to celebrate our reunion. Something from me - to make up for lost time.*

***Erin:*** ***(Grinning)*** *And if I decline it like mom?*

Derek holds it out and places it in her hands.

***Derek:*** *It’s yours now.*

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

***Derek:*** *I-- do have a request of you. Of course, soon enough - in a few months - you’ll be expecting a baby.*

***Erin: (Nodding)*** *Jacob and I - we’re excited.*

***Derek:*** *I can only imagine. A beacon of hope in this - brand new world, eh? I’ll have a grandchild. I’m prepared to fully embrace Jacob as part of the family.*

***Erin:*** *That means the world to me.*

***Derek:*** *You’re… As much as I understand you are with this group. You surely understand I can only truly trust you as of now?*

***Erin:*** *I… I guess so. What’s up?*

***Derek:*** *Damerae Badrick is a threat to all of us, Erin. From when you were young--you surely remember how our family deals with business. I want to help - you and your group. And something tells me--from what I’ve seen--this group of yours will want him dead if you find him.*

***Erin:*** *Well, of course. He’s - a terrible person. We’d of course kill him. He deserves it.*

***Derek:*** *I know, I know. And that’s why I only trust you in this instance. Erin… I want you to take him in alive. To me.*

***Erin:*** *…What? Why?*

***Derek:*** *He could have supplies all around the area that we don’t know about--places for us. Taking him in for questioning would be most beneficial.*

***Erin:*** *Father… with all due respect, that’d be going against my group - my people. They want to see him dead… Even with a CHANCE of him escaping upon being captured - it’d be unleashing a monster again. If given the chance to kill him, we should take it.*

***Derek:*** *I know, I know. He deserves to die, I understand. And he will. But first - we take him in. I have a compound a few miles out of the city. If--when you all inevitably face him--you could take him off - whether or not it’s behind the back of the others. It’d be for the greater good. You could take him captive and flee. And if the group finds out, they’ll understand in the end.*

***Erin:*** *Father, I--*

***Derek:*** *Erin… I trust you. We are family. And I am trusting you and only you. He can be put to death right after, but I need him for a moment. That’s if he isn’t dead already. Shall I… give you some time to think?*

***Erin:*** *I… I’ll consider this.*

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

Derek nods, smiling. He goes to turn around, but takes one last look at her.

***Derek:*** *Keep that watch safe.*

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - EARLY MORNING**

KATE BLOODSTONE, WILLIAM REYNES, FRASER STILLER and MARCUS DOWNES walk through the streets of Willamette, pushing along a shopping cart of ammo. They gaze at the destroyed buildings and vehicles littering the area. And elsewhere in the town, gunfire is still heard every once in a while, the battling raging on.

***Kate:*** *Alright - alright. I have no idea where the rest of these supplies are meant to be found. Felix-- he wants big guns for the turrets. If the gun store didn’t not have them, why would anywhere else? We’ve found what we needed - we’ve got the ammo from that abandoned factory. Let’s just head back while our luck is still present.*

***Fraser:*** *I do agree-- look at this place! It’s been torn apart! The riots - the war! The horror!*

***Marcus:*** *Don’t yell. You’ll only draw us unwanted attention.*

Marcus looks around, looking at the destruction.

***Marcus:*** *This place has been fucked. They - managed to destroy the town.*

***Kate:*** *It’s an unsafe warzone now* ***(She frowns)***.

***William:*** *Imagine the zombies this will bring in.*

***Fraser:*** *Oh the dead-- they’ll come for us. We-we should head back. I - don’t like this.*

William glances back towards the mall way off in the distance.

***William:*** *You all better be alive…*

***Marcus:*** *I’m sure they’re fine. Us though? Out here? I think we’re in more danger.*

***Fraser:*** *And that is why we should go back. We have the ammo!*

***Kate:*** *Guys - stop.*

Kate looks down the street, where she sees a nightclub surrounded by the dead, and across the street, zombies wandering in and out of a hotel.

***Kate:*** *Something went down there… recently.*

***Fraser:*** *Something is going down around the entire town! It’s the same everywhere!*

***Kate:*** ***(To Marcus and William)*** *You think it’s worth it?*

***Marcus:*** *Could just be a lot of trouble.*

***Fraser:*** *It will be. Look at it! We’ll die out here! We’ll be-- oh, OH-- Rotting corpses! In the sun - our bodies--drying up--the exposed flesh from within as they tear into my rib cage!* ***(He falls to his knees)*** *Oh THE HORRORS!*

***Marcus:*** *God damn, Fraser. Get up. We’ll be fine. And even if you aren’t confident in yourself, you have us.*

Suddenly, a man is seen scurrying across the street ahead of them, hastily making his way into a bar. William narrows his eyes, recognizing him as DA’JONTE WOODARD.

***Kate:*** *William -- that man - follow him into the bar. Who is he?*

***Marcus:*** *Are we really gonna start following everyone we see?*

***Kate:*** *He doesn’t look like he’s part of any battle.*

***Fraser:*** *We don’t know that for sure.*

***Kate:*** *William just -- please try.*

***William:*** *Alright… but he looks familiar.*

William begins walking over to the bar, quietly talking to himself.

***William:*** *Wasn’t he -- one of the criminals?*

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**Scene #3**

**NIGHTCLUB**

Immediately following the ending of the last episode, DEAN HOWARDS looks down at an unconscious TEDDY POWELL, placing his hands on his head, panicking.

***Dean:*** *What are we supposed to do now?! He’s-- he’s gonna-- We need to wrap something around it, of course - yeah?*

***Jacob:*** *His hand just got… obliterated.*

JACOB FELDMAN sits down into a booth, shaking his head. CURTIS VAN HORN steps out of a nearby room, carrying a medkit.

***Curtis:*** *Found it in the back room. Luckily I know the basics.*

He crouches down beside Teddy, lifting open the kit.

***Monica:*** *Mm, otherwise our brutish friend wouldn’t make it. Or, well - we don’t know if he’s making it yet -- but he has more of a chance.*

***Jon:*** *This is a damn disaster.*

JON MATTHEWS looks out one of the windows, seeing zombies clawing at it, jaws swinging open and closed.

***Randall: (To Curtis)*** *Well - is he going to make it?*

***Curtis:*** *Barely. And that’s IF we get back to the mall quick so he can get some proper treatment.*

***Quincy:*** *That ain’t gonna be easy.*

JACKSON FOXX grunts, looking over at them from the corner, his hands bound together.

***Jackson:*** *You damn fools. Look at the shit you’ve got us all into!*

***Monica:*** *Shut the fuck up. Nobody asked you.*

***Jackson:*** *You got a problem with me, hoe?*

***Dean:*** *Hey-- that was uncalled for!*

MONICA REYNOLDS wordlessly walks over and delivers a crushing punch to his face, knocking him out for good this time.

***Dean:*** *Oh-- sssss… shit. That had to hurt.*

***Curtis:*** *Buddy - you got any ideas on how to get outta here? Go look for a roof access point.*

***Dean:*** *Well -- alright.*

Dean turns, walking off to explore the building. As he does, Jacob gets up, noticing the corpse of a woman at one of the booths next to him. He slowly approaches it, seeing a pristine necklace laced around her neck.

***Jacob:*** *Hey - would you guys think I’m a shitty person if I loot this corpse?*

***Jon:*** *We loot things all the time. You’re in a room with people who won’t judge you at all. Unless the cop cares.*

***Randall:*** *No fucks given.*

Nodding, Jacob goes to take the necklace off.

Upstairs, Dean is roaming about a hallway, when he suddenly feels something grab his wrist from within a dark room.

***Dean:*** *HOLY--*

Squirming, he kicks into the darkness, causing the thing to let go of his wrist. Dean trips into a wall, and falls to the floor. Horrified, he looks into the darkness of the room ahead of him, where he sees a face emerging. A grotesque, decaying face of a zombie. It snarls loudly.

***Dean:*** *HOLY SHIT!*

Dean lunges forward, shoving it back into the darkness, before crawling back into the wall. A pair of footsteps are heard running up the stairs, and down the hall.

***Quincy:*** *BUDDY?*

***Dean:*** *I’M GOOD!*

QUINCY ATHERTON comes running up to him.

***Quincy:*** *What’s up??*

Quincy hears the growl from the zombie as it stumbles out of the dark. Without hesitation, he raises his sledgehammer, and brings it down onto the zombie’s head, destroying it.

***Dean:*** *He tore-- He tore my shirt a bit* ***(He points at his torn sleeve)***.

***Quincy:*** *Come on back down for now.*

He looks up and around, seeing a door labeled “ROOF” down the hall.

***Quincy:*** *At least we know there’s roof access.*

Dean nods, standing up and following him downstairs. When down there, Jacob looks over, seeing them.

***Jacob:*** *Hey, Dean? Come sit.*

***Dean:*** *I, uh-- alright.*

Dean walks over, sitting next to Jacob.

***Jacob:*** *I-- I have this crazy idea. I…*

***Dean:*** *Yeah?*

Jacob digs into his pocket, and takes out a very small, fancy container. He lifts it open, revealing a ring.

***Jacob:*** *I - I think I want to propose to her--to Erin.*

***Dean:*** *Damn--That’s good.*

***Jacob:*** *There’s obviously been an-- engaged couple in here. When I found it - I decided I’d… get the idea going.*

***Dean: (Looking at the woman’s corpse on the floor)*** *That young lady?*

***Jacob:*** *I got a necklace off of her actually. God, I feel like such a vulture… But she was, uh, loaded.*

***Dean:*** *No, no. Getting something for your woman--it’s something I should’ve done, to be frank.*

***Jacob:*** *I think the necklace would be a nice engagement gift.*

***Dean:*** *I agree with it, yeah, man. Propose.*

***Jacob:*** *I just… after what’s been happening--us being stuck in here now--I might miss my chance. And I can’t do that.*

***Dean:*** *I don’t think you’ll miss it. Hell, I think you wanted her to come with us, so-- you have the passion itself. I think you’ll get out of here and do it, yeah. Either way I-- I missed my chance at everything. I wouldn’t let you miss your chance. My way to - fix myself and be happy is, I suppose, seeing someone do the things I should’ve done* ***(He nods, smiling slightly)***

***Jacob:*** *You’re a better guy, Dean. I respect the change.*

***Dean:*** *I don’t know if it’ll stay. I still get thirst for it-- but I try not to anymore. I hope it goes away…*

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE BAR**

WILLIAM REYNES bursts into the bar, his SMG raised. Sitting at the bar, DA’JONTE WOODARD turns around, falling to the ground in fright.

***Da’Jonte:*** *WOAH! AY, AY! CHILL!*

***William: (Lowering his gun)*** *You… You look familiar. The criminals. You were with them. You were with Wilbur the day I met him. The casino.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Yeah… yes, yes. Right.*

***William:*** *Why aren’t you with them?*

Da’Jonte slowly gets back to his feet.

***Da’Jonte:*** *We splitted up.*

***William:*** *What for?*

***Da’Jonte:*** *It’s a long story, man.*

***William: (Nodding slowly)*** *Come with me, we’re just heading home.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Eh… this place looks safe enough.*

***William:*** *The mall is safer.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Mall?*

***William:*** *The mall* ***(He nods)***.

***Da’Jonte:*** *Mm. I’ll catch up with y’all--maybe. If not, then I’ll be here.*

***William:*** *You sure?*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Yeah.*

***William:*** *Alright…*

William salutes to him, turning and walking out. Da’Jonte retakes his seat at the bar, leaning his arms on it.

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**Scene #5**

**NIGHTCLUB**

***Randall:*** ***(In a friendly way)*** *Oy, cunts! We’re heading up to the roof. Gonna make a break for it.*

Members from the team begin strolling over to RANDALL FORSTER. As they are, QUINCY ATHERTON approaches TEDDY POWELL.

***Quincy:*** ***(Pointing at Aldus)*** *Hey - you. Aldus, right? Help me hoist up Teddy here. We’ll get him to the roof.*

ALDUS PAXTON nods, walking over.

***Dean:*** *I’ll help if I can.*

DEAN HOWARDS hurries over to assist them. Meanwhile, JON MATTHEWS grabs the unconscious JACKSON FOXX, placing him over his shoulder.

***Jon:*** *I’ve got the prisoner.*

***Monica:*** *All ready to go then, boys?*

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

**Scene #5 Cont.**

**NIGHTCLUB - ROOF - EARLY MORNING**

They head up to the second floor, and then through the door labeled ‘ROOF’. Randall leads the way, aiming his pistol as they walk up a set of narrow stairs, and eventually arrive at another door. Randall opens it, and emerges out onto the roof, a cold breeze hitting him. By this point, it was still dark out, but it was the next day.

***Dean:*** *Damn -- he’s heavy.*

They set Teddy down, and Quincy then approaches the ledge, looking down, seeing the horde still at large below them.

***Quincy:*** *We’re gonna need to escape this shit storm.*

***Monica:*** *And we’re gonna succeed* ***(She grins)***.

Dean shivers, as he sees the horde below them. He takes a step back, scared.

***Monica:*** *Don’t worry, Buddy. We’ve got ya’.*

***Jon:*** *Hell yeah we do.*

***Dean:*** *I assume so--I’ve survived quite a bit because of you guys. It’s just - it’s the thought of becoming those. That frightens me. Those things. Whatever--God made them. Whatever the fuck they are. Excuse the phrase--*

***Jacob:*** *You believe in God?*

***Dean:*** *Well- I am partially religious I’d say, yes. I believe in - A God. Not the one shown. Rather a-- different form.*

***Quincy:*** *Ain’t no God. And if there is - he’s a massive dickhead.*

***Dean:*** *Well, I mean as in-- not as in a physical form, per say, or anything like that. I don’t believe in a heaven, just that all of this was created by an entity.*

***Curtis:*** *My mother always taught me not to believe in some myth or legend to look out for you. She told me--to trust nobody but myself, and to do things myself. And that’s worked. Rely on yourself. And you’ll find yourself achieving more. ‘Cause you aren’t waiting on something non-existent for support. No God helped cure my father’s illness when I was a boy.*

Dean nods slowly.

***Dean:*** *I- I’m sorry that your dad went. Condolences.*

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - EARLY MORNING**

KATE BLOODSTONE, still waiting outside the bar with MARCUS DOWNES and FRASER STILLER, points up to the roof of the nightclub.

***Kate:*** ***(With excitement and worry)*** *It’s ours-- our people. They-- we need to help them, I knew it. I knew it!*

***Marcus:*** *Well, shit… we’ve got no choice. Fraser, wait here with the cart.*

***Fraser:*** *Wha-- ALONE? No! No, please! I’ll be torn apart!*

***Marcus:*** *Fraser - hey, listen. It was brave of you to step up and come out here. Be that brave man - keep acting as him if you have to, alright? Convince yourself--you’re brave.*

***Fraser:*** ***(Nodding slowly)*** *Alright, alright…*

***Kate:*** *Marcus, come on.*

The two rush off into an alleyway nearby. Not a minute later, Fraser sees WILLIAM REYNES exiting the bar.

***William:*** *You good?*

***Fraser:*** *I… Yes. I’m just waiting here for the others. Yes - they went off. Our friends are on the roof there* ***(He points at it)***.

***William:*** *Where are they? Marcus and Kate?*

***Fraser:*** *Oh they went - to that building across from the nightclub. On the roof.*

***William:*** *Need me to take over the guard duty?*

***Fraser:*** *You could stay and--ensure I survive. What happened to the man in the bar?*

***William:*** *He said he wanted to stay in the bar. He might catch up with us later. He’s an old ally.*

***Fraser:*** *An old ally? How? Who is he?*

***William:*** *Da’Jonte. He was with Wilbur’s group.*

***Fraser:*** *Wilbur… Wilbur… Sorry, I forget. Uh-- Wilbur… Da’Jonte… I’ll be honest, I have no idea!*

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**Scene #7**

**NIGHTCLUB - ROOF - EARLY MORNING**

The survivors on the roof look over, as they hear someone shouting from the roof of the building across the street.

***Kate:*** *Guys! We saw you were stuck out here - came to get you!*

***Marcus:*** *Sit tight, we’re gonna draw the horde off of you!*

They notice TEDDY POWELL’s injury.

***Kate:*** *What the fuck-- what happened to him?!*

***Randall:*** *Took a hit to the hand. Lost it…*

***Quincy:*** *And how exactly do you plan to draw the horde off? Y’all gotta be quick - Teddy ain’t gonna last long out here.*

***Monica:*** *He’s losing blood.*

KATE BLOODSTONE promptly aims a gun in the air and shoots it off, the majority of the horde turning away from the nightclub over to her building.

***Kate:*** *Take your chance! Get down and out of the doors, and make a break down the street! Fraser and William are there!*

MARCUS DOWNES fires another shot in the air.

***Marcus: (To the horde)*** *Come on!*

Quickly, those on the roof pick up Teddy, grab JACKSON FOXX, and rush down the stairs.

**Scene #7 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - EARLY MORNING**

JACOB FELDMAN’s team bursts through the nightclub doors, turning and running down the street immediately. As they run, they notice FRASER STILLER and WILLIAM REYNES in the road, a cart of supplies next to them.

***Randall:*** *Oy, William!*

***William:*** ***(Quietly)*** *Well shit, look who it is…*

***Randall:*** *Teddy’s been shot in the hand, it’s bad!*

***Quincy:*** *Come on, y’all!*

***William:*** *Has his blood flow been stopped?*

***Curtis:*** *I’ve patched him up for now, but he needs proper help QUICK! So get us back to the mall!*

Kate and Marcus sprint out of a nearby alleyway, blasting a zombie in the head on the way. They hurry over to the group.

***Kate:*** *Alright, let’s go!*

The survivors take off running down the street, passing by more zombies along the way. At one point, DEAN HOWARDS comes face to face with a zombie. He aims his gun at it, only to hear a click. RANDALL FORSTER notices, spins around, and shoots it in the head for him.

***Randall:*** *No man left behind, eh?*

***Dean:*** *T-- THANKS!*

***Randall:*** *Let’s go!*

The survivors continue running, bringing the cart along with them.

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**Scene #8**

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

The sun finally begins to rise, as the sky turns red. JIM BUTTERMAN is looking out into the parking lot, when he suddenly stands up with excitement.

***Jim:*** *They are back! Thank goodness.*

He turns to ALBERT HANSON, who is just waking up from a deep sleep.

***Jim:*** *Could you get to the fences, Albert?*

***Albert:*** *I’ll try…*

Albert stands up slowly, limping off towards the elevator.

**Scene #8 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

Albert limps up to the fences, seeing JACOB FELDMAN and the others waiting outside.

***Jacob:*** *Albert - hey. Teddy’s had his hand shot off. We need in quick.*

Albert looks, seeing TEDDY POWELL, pale and hunched forward, being held up by QUINCY ATHERTON. He quickly goes to open the gate.

***Quincy:*** *Where am I taking him? Who’s the doc?*

***William:*** *Owen. Security room.*

JON MATTHEWS begins walking off, carrying JACKSON FOXX. CURTIS VAN HORN goes along with him.

***Jon:*** *I’m gonna go find a home for this bastard.*

FELIX QUARTERMAN comes rushing down the stairs, passing by Quincy helping Teddy up the stairs. He stares at him for a moment, then continues down to the group.

***Felix:*** *What the fuck happened? Teddy dead?*

***Kate:*** *Luckily not.*

***William:*** *Hand shot off.*

***Felix:*** *Oh for fuck’s sake. Do things go our way at all?*

***William:*** *They do.*

***Felix:*** *The ammo I sent for?*

***William:*** *We got it.*

***Fraser:*** *We have it, yes!*

He pushes over the shopping car.

***William:*** *Mint condition.*

***Fraser:*** *Crates of unused goods.*

***Marcus:*** *Couldn’t get the guns though - turns out the Rastas obviously took them. Besides, we have enough already.*

As they continue chatting, Jacob walks up to WILLIAM REYNES.

***Jacob:*** *William. A word?*

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

The two of them walk off to the side.

***Jacob:*** *I’m planning to propose to her.*

***William:*** *For real?*

Jacob takes off his bag, taking out the little box with the ring. He opens it, showing it to William.

***Jacob:*** *Found this-- it’s-it was too good to pass up on. And - a special necklace as a gift. Think she’ll like it?*

***William:*** *She’ll love it* ***(He pats Jacob on the back)***.

***Jacob:*** ***(Smiling)*** *Let’s go see this Teddy situation.*

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/MAIN HALL**

QUINCY ATHERTON barges into the security room.

***Quincy:*** *Doc! Whoever the fuck the doc is! Get your ass out here! I got a wounded brother!*

OWEN GLIEFIELD steps out of the waiting room, looking over. Seeing TEDDY POWELL’s condition, he rushes back into the room, grabs his kit and runs out.

***Quincy:*** *Left hand - shot off.*

Owen kneels down, delicately removing the blood soaked bandages that had been wrapped around his stump. As he’s inspecting it, FELIX QUARTERMAN and a bunch of others come walking in.

***Felix:*** *This is a bloody mess. How the hell did this happen? Badrick wasn’t at the hotel?*

***Quincy:*** *Nah - but Jackson was. We took him in. He’s an old friend. We’ll beat out the info from him.*

WILLIAM REYNES crouches down beside Owen.

***William:*** *Disinfect it first, is what I recommend.*

***Owen:*** *Hey--make sure you bring me a ton of water here! Prepare for when he’s awake. He needs to be hydrated. How long ago did this happen?*

As the commotion continues on, EDWARD REMAR limps out of the waiting room, glancing over.

***Edward:*** *What is all this commotion?* ***(He looks at Teddy)*** *Oh my. I see another regular disaster has occurred. You poor souls.*

***Owen:*** *William--how about your cauterization idea? We need something. We need to do it pronto.*

***William:*** *It’ll need a few bullets but--*

***Owen:*** *A few bullets might be all it needs to save his life. Oh the oxymoron on that--*

Owen focuses, applying pressure to the wound, as William begins pouring the gunpowder from several bullets onto it. As they’re at it, CLYDE ROLLINS rolls out with his wheelchair.

***Clyde:*** *Ah - hello-- Oh. Something went - wrong. Of course…*

***William:*** *Sorry, Teddy boy.*

William prepares to cauterize the wound with his match.

***Owen:*** *He’ll be okay. He’s out for now. He shouldn’t feel it.*

As JIM BUTTERMAN is walking in, he sees Teddy, and starts rushing over.

***Jim:*** *Teddy! Wha- what happened to him?!*

***Dean:*** *Jim--Jim. He’s okay. His-- He got wounded, okay? Don’t worry.*

Jim grabs onto his chest, taking a seat nearby. He starts breathing heavily.

***Dean:*** ***(Reassuring)*** *Calm down.*

William lights his match, cauterizing Teddy’s wound.

***Owen:*** *Alright. I’m guessing--disinfectant spray?* ***(He begins digging through his kit)*** *Thank you - by the way.*

***William:*** *Good work, Owen. Struggling through.*

***Jim:*** *He’s - going to be okay? I… I’m worried.*

***Felix:*** *I’m sure he’ll be fine. Owen has worked many miracles. What would we do without you? Most of us would be fucking dead.*

Owen continues with his work on fixing up Teddy’s wound.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - SECOND FLOOR**

***Robin:*** *The men - they’ve agreed to it - to accept you as the leader. Most of them agree Benjamin has lost control. As sad as it is to admit… and as traitorous as it feels… you have all the support. So are you going to accept this and stop our friends--our men--from being used as pawns in this ongoing fight - and step up? If so… all we need to do is waltz in there, and dismiss our old friend. A… retirement. He can take a car- He can go elsewhere. He’s a broken man.*

SHANE HAYWOOD stares at ROBIN CLARKE, taking everything he’s just said in. He takes a deep breath, looking down the hall at where Benjamin’s office is. Behind the both of them is a squad of soldiers.

***Shane:*** *I-- I mean… he trusts me. I’ve been with him since the start.*

***Robin:*** *We both have. And how - he’s changed. We have no choice, it’s not as if we’re murdering him. All of the remaining men agree to it. Keyword: remaining. We’ve lost so many, and we’ll only lose more.*

Shane sighs, wiping his face.

***Robin:*** *He’ll allow most of us to rot in the gutters until Badrick is dead.*

Shane slams a fist into the wall. Sighing, he turns to look at Robin.

***Shane:*** *Okay-- fine. We send him off, then we can get our men back.*

Robin nods, looking at the squad behind them.

***Robin:*** *Gentlemen - our time has come. To stand up to the man we once followed. We would’ve followed him to the grave - and many of our boys did. No longer should we--when the cause is dead. We go in there, we tell him to pack his bags. It’ll be simple… and peaceful. We owe the man that. Mr. Haywood - if you’d lead us in.*

The men begin marching down the hallway. As they are, MIKE SIMPSON steps out of a room nearby, glaring at them.

***Mike:*** *What’s this?*

***Robin:*** *A change of plans.*

***Mike:*** *Illusive answer…*

***Robin:*** *You cannot afford to look weak, Mr. Haywood.*

***Mike:*** *What are you… What?*

Shane arrives at Benjamin’s door--and knocks.

***Robin:*** *Just go in.*

Frowning angrily, Shane takes one final deep breath, and swings the door open, marching inside. Immediately, BENJAMIN TAYLOR looks up from his desk, seeing Shane, Robin and ten of his soldiers walking in, crowding the office. Mike squeezes through, and goes to stand by Benjamin.

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

***Mike:*** *I don’t know what the fuck is happening here.*

***Shane:*** *A change of plans, sir.*

***Benjamin:*** *A change of plans? What are you on about?*

***Shane:*** *You-- you sending all our men into battle against the Rastas… you’re just killing them. We won’t win.*

Benjamin stands up in an instant, frowning.

***Benjamin:*** *We will! We are so close to finding Badrick!*

***Shane:*** *No - we won’t. Day by day, men are dying -- until we run out of men.*

***Benjamin:*** *And this… is a mutiny? A betrayal? Are you going to kill me? Is that it?*

***Mike:*** *Over my dead body.*

***Shane:*** *No… I am simply sending you off.*

***Benjamin:*** *Sending me off?!*

***Shane:*** *Yeah… like you go--leave.*

***Benjamin:*** *Where? On a holiday? What is this rubbish? You - are going to dismiss me from my own army?*

***Shane:*** *I’m just making sure we don’t kill all of our men.*

***Robin:*** *We all are.*

***Shane:*** *Everyone in this room can agree.*

***Benjamin:*** *Traitorous bastards… You’ll send me out there - for fighting for a cause! They got Sarah killed!*

***Robin:*** *It was inevitable--*

***Shane:*** *Badrick didn’t kill Sarah. It was her sickness that killed her.*

Benjamin twitches, staring at him.

***Mike:*** *They captured her and caused her pain. Isn’t that enough of a reason to go all out?*

Shane stares Mike down, before refocusing on Benjamin.

***Shane:*** *…So? I’m sorry, sir - but this cannot go on.*

***Benjamin:*** *You’ve all made your stance perfectly clear, then. A vehicle will surely be provided? Some supplies?*

***Robin:*** *We owe you that.*

***Shane:*** *We’re not trying to kill you. Just trying to send you off.*

***Benjamin:*** *I see…*

***Robin:*** *Look at the state of us - barely thirty men left. We have no choice.*

Shane watches as Benjamin heads for the door. Men step out of his way. Mike goes after him, glaring at everyone.

***Shane:*** *Good day.*

***Benjamin:*** *You’re a traitorous cur. ALL of you are. You all lost faith… and you gave up.*

***Robin: (To Mike)*** *You’re joining him?*

***Mike:*** *I will be loyal to the day I die.*

***Robin: (Shrugging)*** *Fine.*

***Benjamin:*** *If only everyone here was like Mike.*

The party slowly follows as Benjamin and Mike make their way down the hall, down the stairs, and outside, where a vehicle is already waiting for them.

***Robin:*** *Already packed with supplies in the trunk. You’ll have more than enough for a week.*

Benjamin stubbornly gets into the car, and Mike gets into the passenger seat.

***Robin:*** *You understand if we see you again… we’ll need to take action?*

Benjamin looks at him, his face twisting. He glares at him with hatred beaming in his eyes.

***Benjamin:*** *Oh? Fine.*

He speeds off down the street. Shane watches it all the way down the road, until it eventually vanishes around a bend.

***Robin:*** *All done. You’re in charge of what’s left of us.*

Robin turns away, walking inside the museum. Shane remains outdoors, until he’s the last one, before finally turning around and slowly walking up to the front doors.

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - BASEMENT**

JACKSON FOXX eyes flicker open, revealing nothing but darkness. He tries to move, but quickly realizes his arms and feet are bound to a chair.

***Jackson:*** *Man… what the hell…?*

A light turns on above him, and the room becomes a blur for a moment, until Jackson sees a figure walking towards him.

***Jon:*** *Wakey, wakey, you traitorous little cockroach. Just you and me down here* ***(He grins)***. *Besides -- from one.*

JON MATTHEWS looks behind him, seeing EDWARD REMAR walking in, gripping a crowbar stained with dried blood.

***Edward: (Grinning)*** *Hello… Oh how the tables have turned.* ***(He raises the crowbar)*** *This here - you of course remember it. The crowbar you used to beat me up. The exact one. Over a young girl -- that you let die. You are a sick, evil piece of filth.*

***Jackson:*** *Fuck off, cripple* ***(He spits)***.

Edward lunges forward, raising the crowbar high above his head, but Jon holds him back.

***Jon:*** *Wait, wait. You’ll have your chance. But first-- Jackson is gonna speak the fuck up.*

***Jackson:*** *Make me, you piece of shit!*

Jon throws a punch into his face.

***Jon:*** *I most certainly fucking will. And Eddie here will too. So speak up. Where’s your boss man hiding out now?*

***Jackson:*** *I don’t fucking know!*

***Jon:*** *Wrong answer. Eddie, my friend, minus one point.*

***Edward:*** *With pleasure.*

Edward swings the crowbar into Jackson’s stomach. Jackson recoils back slightly, winded.

***Jackson:*** *Gah! Fuck you both!*

***Jon:*** *I’ll ask again. Where the fuck is the boss man hiding? And I hope you know that there isn’t any lying here. You’ll be coming with us wherever we go. So even if you take a GUESS and you truly don’t know -- it better be a good one. Or I will lock you down in the sewers and watch you rot, you piece of shit. So, again, WHERE is Badrick?!*

Jackson stays silent, prompting Edward to smack him with the crowbar again. A crack is heard, as Jackson collar bone snaps.

***Jackson:*** *I don’t fucking know - DAMN! W-- I-- How would I know?! He had ONE contingency and it probably didn’t get followed up on!*

***Jon:*** *Speak UP!*

***Edward:*** *Or I will gladly drive this into the back of your head.*

***Jackson:*** *Badrick-- contingency plan… Meetup place--*

***Jon:*** *Spit it out.*

***Jackson:*** *You gonna spare me when I do? Like an old friend?*

***Jon:*** *We’ll see if I feel generous.*

Jackson sighs.

***Jackson:*** *I ain’t got much of a choice.*

***Jon:*** *That’s right, you don’t. So speak up.*

***Jackson:*** *Badrick is hiding out in the office block.*

***Jon:*** *Well, isn’t that real pretty. Now we’re gonna go tell the others - and you are gonna take us there. But… I did promise Ed one thing.*

***Jackson:*** *What?*

***Edward:*** *Just one more hit, to settle the score. Even then - it’s not half as bad as what you did to me, right?*

***Jackson:*** *Wait--*

***Jon:*** *I’ll be back down once I’ve told the others. Have fun.*

Jon grins, turning and walking away.

***Jackson:*** *WAIT--*

Edward brings the crowbar back, and swings it into Jackson’s chest.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - MORNING**

Up on the roof, JACOB FELDMAN comes strolling over to DEREK MONROE.

***Jacob:*** *Mr. Monroe--hey. Catch up with Erin?*

***Derek:*** *I did. She’s very fond of you. You’ll be a welcome addition to the family. You have my blessing* ***(He nods)***.

***Jacob:*** *That-- that means a lot, sir. Thank you. I… I actually - I planned to, well-- heh… Speak to her about--*

***Derek:*** *About marriage?*

***Jacob:*** *I got her a ring - and a gift. And I have your approval, I’d like to ask her.*

***Derek:*** *My daughter knows what she wants. And I can see she’s happy with you. You have my approval, but know you don’t need it.*

***Jacob:*** *Thank you.*

Jacob smiles at him, turning and walking off.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - OUTSIDE ENTRANCE - MORNING**

A lone guard stands outside the museum, when suddenly he hears the sounds of engines rumbling in the distance. He narrows his eyes, and suddenly sees a convoy of green vehicles turning the nearby corner, and speeding up to the front of the museum. He attempts to turn away, but is instantly lit up by bullets.

The Rasta convoy tosses grenades out of their windows as Shane’s remaining vehicles, exploding or seriously damaging them. Rastas aim out the back of their windows, opening fire at the museum’s windows, destroying the front entrance with their firepower. Before the soldiers inside can respond, the convoy speeds away, having achieved their goal.

Moments later, SHANE HAYWOOD and ROBIN CLARKE and a bunch of soldiers come running out, examining the damage that had been done.

***Robin:*** *Oh my…*

***Shane:*** *Those fucking-- It was the Rastas… Badrick and his fucking gang of--*

He sighs, clenching his fists.

***Robin:*** *Well then, boss… are we going to need to deal with them now? In a more - productive way?*

***Shane:*** *Oh-- oh, yeah. Yeah, we’re gonna fucking deal with them alright. We’re going to kill every last one of them, is what’s going to happen.*

Robin nods slowly, and wordlessly heads back inside. Shane looks down at the dead guard next to the entrance. He then glances up to a couple of soldiers looking down at the same guard.

***Shane:*** *Clean this up.*

Shane turns to head back inside.

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/MAIN HALL**

AUSTIN KINGSTON steps into the security room, drunk once again.

***Austin:*** *Yo, yo, yo!*

He notices QUINCY ATHERTON staring at him.

***Austin:*** *Aye, man!*

***Quincy:*** *You better be back with a change of tongue. Or I’ll tear it out.*

Austin offers him a high five. In response, Quincy grabs his wrist.

***Quincy:*** *Apologize to her when you see her, aight? And it’ll all be fixed.*

He lets go of his wrist.

***Austin:*** *I thought I already did, my guy?*

***Felix:*** *I don’t think yelling it like you did counts. And then storming out - threatening all of us. Beyond a fucking joke.*

***Austin:*** *Okay - well where is the bi-- the woman?*

Before anyone can reply, JON MATTHEWS, MONICA REYNOLDS and CURTIS VAN HORN come walking in, smiling.

***Jon:*** *Ladies and gentlemen. Could I have your attention please?*

***Curtis:*** *Seems Jon did a good job after all.*

***Monica:*** *We found them, Quincy!*

***Quincy:*** *Found who?*

***Monica:*** *Those Rastas - their leader. Jackson cracked early! And now we have the perfect chance to get the jump on him.*

***Felix:*** *And we can trust him?*

***Jon:*** *He broke quickly - and he’s been warned of the consequences of lying.*

***Felix:*** *So then… gather up a strike force and end this once and for all.*

***Dean:*** *Well--I saw Badrick and - you sure you wanna trust your friend here that he’s not lying? He picked a side - I’m sure he’s true to it.*

***Jon:*** *If he’s lying - he dies. It’s simple. He was warned. And that bastard values his life. We know him.*

***Quincy:*** *Yeahhh, he’ll be telling the truth. So, where are they?*

***Monica:*** *Office block. So who’s all going to join us on this one?*

***William:*** *I am.*

***Austin:*** *I-- I need to prove myself around here. I shall go.*

***Erin:*** *I’m in too.*

***Jacob:*** ***(Nodding)*** *We’re in.*

***William: (To Erin)*** *You’re pregnant.*

***Erin:*** *And I can handle myself. I’ve got all of you - I’ve been out already. We are getting the jump on these bastards.*

***Austin:*** *Wait… y’all got a baby coming into this mess?*

***William:*** *Shut up. It’s going to be a healthy baby and it’ll survive. It has two great parents.*

Austin frowns.

***Austin:*** *I’m just saying, man…*

***Dean:*** *Well - I need a few rounds* ***(He looks at his empty pistol)***. *I think I ran out. But, sure I guess - I guess I should prove my worth.*

***Felix:*** *Those of you that are heading out on this - go group down at the Entrance Plaza. Save the crowd in here. Don’t leave until I’ve come down to see you all.*

***Erin:*** *I’ll be a moment.*

ERIN MONROE heads over to the vents, climbing up.

As the group slowly starts to exit the security room, Austin stumbles over to Monica.

***Austin:*** *I, uh-- I’m sorry about-- about before.*

***Monica:*** *That’s alright. You see your mistake.*

Austin nods slowly, as Monica walks past him. Quincy smiles from nearby, walking out with her. Austin follows along soon after.

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - MORNING**

ERIN MONROE approaches her father, who’s still up on the roof, looking out into the city, which is now much quieter than the day before.

***Erin:*** *Father.*

***Derek:*** *Erin* ***(He smiles)***. *I just had a talk with Jacob -- he’s a good man. I’m happy for you both.*

***Erin:*** *They… found out where Badrick is hiding.*

***Derek:*** *And I reckon they are sending out a force?*

Erin nods.

***Derek:*** *And have you considered my offer?*

***Erin:*** *I have.*

***Derek:*** *And…?*

***Erin:*** *I’ll do it.*

***Derek:*** *I am proud of you. Thank you for trusting me with this.*

DEREK MONROE quickly takes out a pocket map of Willamette, and points to a circled area outside town. He hands it off to her.

***Derek:*** *When you do get a hold of him - take him there.*

***Erin:*** *I don’t think I can do this alone… and I can’t keep this from Jacob…*

***Derek:*** *Then don’t. He’ll be part of the family after all. He’ll be in our circle of trust. I’m sure that boy wouldn’t miss the chance to help you. I’m sure he’ll be of good use here.*

***Erin:*** *He’s not a pawn, father. He’ll help me because he cares about me…*

***Derek:*** *Of course. I hope all goes well, and I will be waiting at the compound in a few hours.*

***Erin: (Nodding slowly)*** *I’ll do my best.*

Behind Erin, Derek sees JACOB FELDMAN walking over to them.

***Jacob:*** *Hey - ready to go? Or-- am I interrupting?*

***Derek:*** *Not at all. I’m sure Erin can tell you of what’s happening on the way down* ***(He smiles)***.

***Erin:*** *Come on, Jacob.*

***Jacob:*** *Actually-- I have something to tell you before we go out--*

***Derek:*** *Save it. We have time - there are important matters, Jacob. Trust me. She’ll tell you.*

Derek nods with a smile to Jacob, as he turns back to face the town. Erin grabs Jacob’s hand, leading him to the elevator.

***Erin:*** *Come on.*

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

Whilst the group is waiting by the front doors, they see JON MATTHEWS dragging a badly beaten JACKSON FOXX, as EDWARD REMAR slowly limps on behind them.

***Jon:*** *This piece of shit - is going to take us.*

***Jackson:*** *Ah man…*

***Edward:*** *If this mission is going to have Badrick present--then you can count me in. I want to see him die.*

***Randall:*** *Then by all means - tag along.*

***Edward:*** *Glady.*

***Monica:*** *This is quite the team!*

***Curtis:*** *We’ve got enough people to storm this place.*

Jackson glares around the room, sighing quietly.

***William:*** *Will I take sniper-view?*

***Quincy:*** *If you’re confident - then by all means. Besides, you did a good job before.*

JACOB FELDMAN and ERIN MONROE come walking into the plaza.

***Erin:*** *We all ready to go?*

***Marcus:*** *Yeah.*

***William:*** *We are.*

RANDALL FORSTER pumps a shotgun, heading for the doors.

***Randall:*** *We can end it all today - literally.*

The rest of the survivors follow along, leaving behind only a few people at the mall.

**Scene #16 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - LATE MORNING**

Jon kicks Jackson forward towards one of the trucks.

***Jackson:*** *Ah, man! Quit it!*

***Jon:*** *You’re the key to getting us in there, you know that? You’re gonna lure them out.*

DEAN HOWARDS holds up his gun.

***Dean:*** *Anyone got any rounds for this?*

***Jon:*** *There’s plenty in the trucks we’re taking.*

***Dean:*** *I don’t have anything anymore--I think.*

***Curtis:*** *You’ll be geared up, Buddy. No worries.*

Jacob looks on at the trucks, nodding while smiling.

***Jacob:*** *So we’re taking our own little convoy? I like it.*

***Monica:*** *We are! And we’re gonna pull up to that office block and kill them all.*

***Marcus:*** *Sounds simple enough.*

***William:*** *I’ll be on the roof of the opposite building. Anyone got a radio?*

FELIX QUARTERMAN walks up to QUINCY ATHERTON, handing him a radio.

***Felix:*** *I do. Now he does. You’ll need it out there.*

***William:*** *Good.*

***Felix:*** *Good luck - all of you.*

***William:*** *Take care, Felix.*

***Felix:*** *And you.*

Felix salutes to them, turning and walking back into the mall.

The rest of the team climbs on board one of the several vehicles, and the convoy drives off.

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**Scene #17**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - NOON**

JACOB FELDMAN shuts the engine off, pushing open his door and stepping out. He walks forward a bit, and looks around the corner, seeing the office block of the town on that very street. Behind him, everyone else is hurrying out of the trucks.

***Quincy:*** *Aight - everyone here gear up before we move. Everyone is to be equipped and prepared.*

***Dean:*** *I-- I don’t have--*

***Curtis:*** *Back of the truck, Buddy. Plenty of firearms.*

***Dean:*** *Okay, okay.*

DEAN HOWARDS heads to the back of the truck, stocking up on ammo. Meanwhile, JON MATTHEWS drags JACKSON FOXX out of the back seat of one of the trucks, throwing him to the ground.

***Jackson:*** *Damn, man!*

***Jon: (Hoisting him back up)*** *Now it’s your job. You try anything - and Will here will snipe you.*

As everyone else is grabbing supplies and preparing, Jacob takes ERIN MONROE aside.

***Jacob:*** *At least let me give you something - if I’m helping with this.*

***Erin:*** *I know he’s asking a lot…*

***Jacob:*** *Erin - it feels like your father is using you here. And me. I don’t like it.*

***Erin:*** *I… We can trust him. I’m sure he has a good reason. And he said we’ll kill Badrick afterwards either way.*

***Jacob:*** *Well--*

Jacob takes out the necklace, holding it up to her.

***Erin:*** *What’s this?*

***Jacob:*** *An early gift* ***(He smiles)***. *Just found it - while I was trapped with Dean and the others. Thought you’d like it.*

***Erin:*** *It’s beautiful.*

She takes it, putting it on.

***Erin:*** *I love it. Thank you* ***(She kisses him)***.

The two of them rejoin the others, as they’re finishing up.

***Kate:*** *Where are we going while the prisoner is out front?*

***Randall:*** *I guess we’re taking cover.*

***Jacob:*** *We all ready?*

***Austin:*** *Let’s do this* ***(He pumps his shotgun)***.

Jon kicks Jackson out onto the street.

***Jon:*** *Go.*

Jon peeks around the corner, watching Jackson slowly stumble forward up towards one of the office buildings.

***Jackson:*** *Hey - hey! Mr. Badrick! Can you let me in?!*

While everyone is waiting, WILLIAM REYNES sneaks up to a building across from the office, climbing up the back ladder.

A Rasta comes walking up to the office doors, opening them and stepping out. He looks at Jackson.

***Quincy:*** *Well, we know it’s a Rasta place for sure now. Badrick must be in there.*

***Jackson:*** *Hey-- you gotta… Is Mr. Badrick here?*

The Rasta gives a simple nod. With that, Jackson looks back at Jon at the corner. Immediately, Jon sprints out, aiming a silenced pistol and blasting the Rasta in the head. His corpse stumbles back into one of the windows, leaving a trail as he slides down. Jon waves the rest of the group to follow.

***Jon:*** *Alright. Let’s breach the building. Let’s move up - clearing floor by floor.*

**Scene #17 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE OFFICE BUILDING**

The survivors move into the building, storming it -- but the first floor is clear. Jon kicks Jackson to the ground.

***Jon:*** *Alright. Don’t you move.*

***Jackson: (Holding his arm in pain)*** *Agh - fuck, man…*

***Monica:*** *I bet that bastard is on the top floor.*

***Marcus:*** *That seems like the type of shit he’d pull.*

***Kate:*** *And we’re gonna kill him.*

Jacob and Erin look at each other with worry as they enter the building.

***Jacob:*** *I’ll do my best. Alright?*

She nods, and they continue forwards to the stairwell. RANDALL FORSTER goes ahead of everyone else, making it to the second floor first. He kicks open the door and immediately blows open a Rasta’s stomach with his shotgun. He pumps it, and continues forward. The rest of the group follows along, and the survivors begin clearing floor after floor. MONICA REYNOLDS sprays down two Rastas, and Dean shoots a man twice, before William finishes him off from across the street.

Erin and Jacob move ahead of everyone, getting close to the top floor. So far there hadn’t been much resistance.

***Erin:*** *Jacob - remember. Do our best so we can get him to my father for--*

***Jacob:*** *What does your father actually want with him? Erin - we’re being used. Badrick needs to die. I mean…*

***Erin:*** *I know - but-- I trust him, I do. He’s proven himself. So we take Badrick in! And we execute him later.*

Jacob sighs, nodding reluctantly. Meanwhile, the other survivors are finishing off the Rastas on all floors except for the top one. A bullet grazes Dean’s shoulder as he’s fighting, but William takes the man out, and Dean is left with no serious damage.

Down below on the first floor, Jackson grabs the gun off the dead Rasta by the door, and quietly begins making his way up.

Randall arrives at the top floor, where he comes across a corner. He stops, narrowing his eyes, and slowly looking around the corner, where he discovers that a large amount of Rastas are waiting, with tables flipped, guns pointed his way. He sees Jacob and the others coming up the stairwell behind him, but he stops them.

***Randall:*** *Wait - we’re pinned here. This is it-- Badrick is through there.*

A familiar cackle is heard from around the corner.

***Badrick:*** *So you have all come for me, eh?*

***Edward:*** *BADRICK!*

***Badrick:*** *Is that Edward I hear? Oh so good to see you are still thriving, my old friend. Or - to hear it. I don’t imagine you look too good with that crippled leg still* ***(He chuckles)''***.
***Edward: (Gritting his teeth)*** *You’ll pay for that!*

William, having abandoned his position across the street, finally makes his way to the top floor with the others.

***Kate:*** *What are we gonna do? We’re pinned here.*

***Marcus:*** *We all charge at once. They won’t expect it. We can do it.*

***Randall:*** *I’m down for that.*

***Austin:*** *So… we rushing in?*

***Jacob:*** *We’re rushing in* ***(He nods)***.

Jacob and the others charge out at once, taking the Rastas by surprise. Both sides open fire, as the survivors dive for cover. The Rastas, outnumbered, begin to drop dead slowly.

While sitting in cover, Jacob and Erin see DAMERAE BADRICK making his escape to the roof.

***Erin:*** *I’m gonna get him, Jacob-- Tie him before the others kill him.*

But Erin is unable to get close, as the stairwell to the roof is blocked by Rastas. Above, Badrick pulls the pin on a grenade and throws it through a section of glass, landing beside Jacob and Erin. Instantly, Jacob grabs Erin and dives to the side, avoiding the blast.

***Jacob:*** *We’re alright…*

Smoke fills the room from the blast, as the gunfight continues. With the roof stairwell now cleared of Rastas, Jacob and Erin run forward, heading up them, and up onto the roof. There, they see Badrick on the other side of the roof, already closing in on a second roof access point, pointing a gun at them.

***Badrick:*** *It is over for both of you.*

***Jacob:*** *Badrick - we aren’t going to kill you. Put down your gun - and we’ll both take you in.*

***Badrick:*** *Not a chance.*

Jacob slowly reaches for his pistol.

***Badrick:*** *I am the one in control here, you fools. Do not try anything. I will be going now.*

***Erin:*** *We’ll simply find you again. And now - you have little to no men.*

***Badrick:*** *I’ll take my chances.*

Badrick swings open the door to the other roof access point. By the time Jacob and Erin make it over and open the door, they find that he is long gone.

On the ground floor of the building, Badrick rushes outside to a vehicle. He climbs inside, and then lifts a radio to his face.

***Badrick:*** *Now!*

Suddenly, a group of Rastas from across the street fire their RPGs at the office building. The entire building shakes, glass shattering, rubble falling. On the top floor, the survivors stumble around, some falling over - but by this point most Rastas had either died or fled the building. However, on the roof, the explosions cause Erin to trip over. She rolls over the roof, hanging onto the ledge of the roof with one hand. Jacob, once he’s stabilized himself, rushing over, kneeling down, grabbing her one hand.

***Jacob:*** *Erin - honey. Give me your other hand!*

Erin, however, is using her other hand to try and reach her necklace that had fallen off, which is dangling off a loose piece of rebar just below her.

***Erin:*** *I can get the necklace…*

***Jacob:*** *ERIN! I can’t pull you up without your OTHER HAND!*

***Erin:*** *I-- I almost have it.*

Below, Dean and the others look up, hearing Jacob shouting, but not knowing what’s happening.

***Dean:*** *Are they okay-- what’s going on?*

***William:*** *I don’t know.*

Erin stretches her arm out as far as possible, and finally grabs the necklace with her finger, lifting it up. Once she pockets it, she finally raises her other hand, and Jacob is able to pull her up. Erin laughs quietly, looking at Jacob. She hands the necklace to him.

***Erin:*** *I love you--*

From one of the floors below them, Jackson fires a single shot at Erin. Blood sprays out of her back, as a bullet rips through her stomach. Erin looks down at her stomach, where her baby would be.

***Erin:*** *I-- Jacob…*

She tumbles backwards off the building, falling all the way to the ground below, smacking off the pavement. Dean and the others see her falling past them through the windows. Jacob stands, frozen - and then he falls to his knees, his body shaking.

Jackson is able to escape the building, grinning to himself the entire way down. Once on the bottom floor, he hurries outside and climbs into Badrick’s vehicle, which promptly speeds away.

***Dean:*** *WE GOTTA GO--*

***William:*** *Dean, go. I’m getting Jacob.*

***Dean:*** *Don’t-- don’t get hurt.*

***William:*** *Go.*

Dean and most of the rest of the group start rushing down the stairs, occasionally falling over, as the building begins breaking down, preparing to collapse. Meanwhile, William goes up to the roof, EDWARD REMAR limping on behind him. They make it up there, finding Jacob kneeling down, holding Erin’s bloody necklace, his hands trembling.

***Edward:*** *JACOB! What are you still doing up here? We need to get down AT ONCE! Look around!*

William briefly hugs him, before grabbing his arm and helping him up.

***Jacob:*** *I…*

***Edward:*** *Help me take him down before there are NO STEPS!*

The three of them, the last ones in the building, begin heading back down.

**Scene #17 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - NOON**

Just outside the building, most of the group is rushing outside, escaping the building.

***Kate:*** *Guys - what happened--*

She stops, looking at the mangled corpse of Erin on the ground nearby.

***Kate:*** *Oh my God…*

Zombies begin stepping out of alleyways nearby, being drawn in from all directions.

***Randall:*** *We need to get back to the trucks!* ***(He walks over to Erin’s corpse)*** *Someone help me with this! Come on!*

AUSTIN KINGSTON, disgusted at the sight, helps to move Erin’s corpse back to the trucks, and into the bed.

***Dean:*** *What are you carrying--*

***Austin:*** *The body…* ***(He frowns)***

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Dean frowns deeply, looking on. Meanwhile, Jacob, William and Edward finally make it out of the office building, which is close to collapsing.

***Jacob:*** *William - William. I-- Do you trust me?*

***William:*** *I do. Of course.*

***Jacob:*** *Leave me one of the trucks… I need to do something.*

William nods to him, helping him along to the trucks around the corner.

***Quincy:*** *Come on, y’all!*

Jacob speedily gets into one of the empty trucks, his eyes filled with nothing but rage. He starts up the engine and drives away.

***Randall:*** *We need to get back to the mall.*

William, in the driver's seat of one of the vehicles, covers his head, looking down.

***William:*** *Goodbye, Godchild. Goodbye, Erin. You would’ve been one hell of a mother.*

***Dean: (Frowning)*** *You know it-- it reminds me. My wife and I-- I was supposed to have a kid with her. And I blew it. This is-- I feel… I’m sorry for him.*

***Austin:*** *I hate to cut you guys off, but maybe we should get outta here* ***(He looks on at the zombies closing in)***.

***Dean:*** *Yeah-- let’s go. We’ve done enough…*

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**Scene #18**

**WILLAMETTE OUTSKIRTS - COMPOUND - AFTERNOON**

JACOB FELDMAN speeds down a rural road, glancing down at Derek’s map in his lap - and specifically at his compound circled in red. He eventually makes a turn, and pulls into the parking lot of what he assumes is Derek’s compound. His hands trembling with anger, Jacob gets out of the truck, marching up to the front door of the compound. As he walks through the hallways, he looks down at his shirt - stained with the blood of the woman he planned to propose to. Finally, he arrives at a door that’s ajar, and inside, DEREK MONROE is at a desk. He looks up upon hearing the door creak open.

***Derek:*** *Jacob* ***(He smiles)***. *You came - with her?*

Jacob simply shakes his head, staring at him.

***Derek:*** *My… My daughter is…? Oh…*

***Jacob:*** *Don’t. Don’t even--*

***Derek:*** *Is something wrong, Jacob?*

***Jacob:*** *Are… Are you kid--* ***Is something wrong?***

***Derek:*** *You seem all… bitter.*

Jacob looks at him, bewildered. He struggles to process what Derek is saying.

***Jacob:*** *My-- soon to be wife--your daughter--is dead…*

***Derek:*** ***(Nonchalantly)*** *I suppose that is quite sad. A shame indeed. Though - do you have Badrick?*

***Jacob:*** *…Do I have - Badrick?*

His fists tighten. Derek stands up.

***Derek:*** *The whole point of the mission… You both get Badrick for me - and bring him here.*

***Jacob:*** *She’s dead…*

***Derek:*** *I know. And she failed her mission. To that I am disappointed. I wanted Badrick here. He was responsible for - getting my boat out of here. We could’ve all left as a family.*

***Jacob:*** *Are you-- Are--*

***Derek:*** *I was hoping that she’d succeed. But it seems that--just like as a child--she’s a failure. I’m sure you’ll find a better woman.*

***Jacob:*** *She’s your - daughter…*

***Derek:*** *And I got back in touch because she’s weak minded. I needed someone to work for me. But Jacob-- I think you will be much better. You and I. We could truly form a team.*

Jacob’s blood boils, listening to him.

***Jacob:*** *You stopped me from proposing to her before we left… You used her as a pawn.*

***Derek:*** *And the pawn got knocked off the chess board. What’s wrong?*

***Jacob:*** *Are… Do you…*

He suddenly takes out his pistol, aiming it across at Derek, hands shaking. He stares at him, shaking his head slowly.

***Derek:*** *Oh come now, Jacob. We aren’t going to bring such toys to the table. Let’s sit down and discuss this. I’m sure we can use her body for - something. We can ally with Damerae Badrick -- me and you. Get a boat out of here.*

***Jacob:*** *You are - delusional. You are… a disgrace. I didn’t get to tell her I loved her. And you--*

***Derek:*** *Oh, Jacob… Put down the gun. We both know you won’t use it if you’re anything like her.*

Jacob fires a round into his chest, blood flying onto the wall behind Derek. He stumbles backwards, as he puts his hand over his wound.

***Derek:*** *Jacob--*

He fires a second shot at his shoulder, another at his leg, and one more into his neck.

***Derek:*** *GH--*

Derek tumbles backwards into his chair, coughing blood. Jacob then puts another round into Derek’s head, and empties the rest of the clip into his torso. Derek’s body goes limp in the chair, his eyes staring into the void.