Guardian Angel/Transcript

*“But… Watching over them here with the cameras - being their guardian angel-- that’s something that makes me feel like I have a purpose.”* *—Helen*

**Starring:**

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Nicholas Hoult as CLAYTON FREEMAN

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Simon Quarterman as FELIX QUARTERMAN

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Erin Richards as ERIN MONROE

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Helen McCrory as HELEN CULLEN

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

**Also Starring**

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

**Guest Starring**

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Drew Powell as TEDDY POWELL

John Kassir as SKITTLES THE CLOWN

Jim Broadbent as JIM BUTTERMAN

Imelda Staunton as LESLIE STAUNTON

Jamie Dornan as ROBERT MORGAN

Michael McElhatton as MICHAEL HALL

**Co-Starring**

Richard Griffiths as JEFFREY CORTEZ

Iwan Rheon as ROGER HALL

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**Scene #1**

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

After a much needed few hours of sleep, the security room survivors are up and about again. JACOB FELDMAN enters the waiting room, where many others are sitting and resting. Jacob takes on one of the empty chairs next to a healing WILLIAM REYNES. He glances over to ROBERT MORGAN, who’s new to him, and waves.

***Jacob: (Introducing himself)*** *Jacob Feldman.*

***Robert:*** *Robert--* ***(He coughs)*** *Morgan. I’d offer you a handshake but I’m, uh - I’m sick.*

***Jacob:*** *What’s the sickness?*

***Robert:*** *I didn’t go to the doctor--don’t like going to the doctor--but I’ll just say it’s the flu.*

HELEN CULLEN steps into the room, her arm wrapped in bandages.

***Helen:*** *Morning, ladies. Big day today.*

***William:*** *What’re we doing…?*

***Jacob:*** *Well-- while me and Erin were out - we kinda linked up with this group of people, uh, heist criminals. They are gone now, but we kinda helped them rob the gun store.*

***Helen:*** *If we want to stay friends with the North Plaza survivors, then we need to return the guns that were taken, and we apologize and set things straight.*

***Randall:*** *Woah- but we don’t really have any guns ourselves?*

***William:*** *Any chance we can compromise?*

***Randall:*** *I say we keep the guns, look at how they helped us against those snipers. We’d be dead otherwise. Fuck the North Plaza. They don’t give a fuck ‘bout us or they’d have given us guns.*

***Albert:*** *They’ll probably come looking for us…*

***Robert:*** *We-we can’t just shut them off like that. They’re - humans too, y’know.*

***Helen:*** *Which is exactly why we return the guns. These people have been good to you all so far, have they not?*

***William:*** *Jim-- Jim and Teddy, they’re good people.*

***Felix:*** *I don’t think we should return the guns, we need them more. They have a shit ton because--news flash--they run the gun store.*

***Dean:*** *Hey--I don’t mean to like--break this conversation but - eh, heh-- weren’t we gonna go stop at the liquor store? Yeah? Yeah?*

***Randall:*** *I wouldn’t mind some liquor.*

***Dean: (Nodding)*** *Yeah, let’s have a stop. It’s a good idea.*

***Jacob:*** *On the way there, we will. But we don’t drink it ‘till we’re back.*

***Helen:*** *Dean - is it?*

***Dean:*** *Dean Howards. Professional business broker. I make fifty thousand a year--*

***Helen:*** *Dean - you were there at that gun store robbery? Do you think we should return the guns and apologize?*

***Dean:*** *Uh-- robbery?* ***(He chuckles)*** *I’m no thief-- uh, uh-- yes.*

***William:*** *It’s a robbery, pal.*

***Dean:*** *No, no, I had no association. I didn’t do anything-- swear to it. God--may smite me if I’m wrong.*

Helen quiets DEAN HOWARDS down, and addresses the room.

***Helen:*** *I’m not taking any more risks this time, people. So listen up. The majority of you, besides William and Felix - are going on this job.*

***Clyde:*** *Aha- even me? I mean… my talents… they--* ***(He chuckles nervously)*** *I - I don’t know if that’s a great idea.*

***Dean:*** *Well, uh-- you see - I just got here. Don’t you think I should ease in? You know just--sit back. Relax. I’m a little sick, you know--*

***Helen:*** *Do you want to go to the liquor store or not?*

***Dean:*** *W-well I mean… Uhhh…*

***William:*** *You’re all going.*

***Helen: (To Dean)*** *You help us, we help you.*

Dean nods slowly, slumping back into his chair.

***Randall:*** *Sorry - what exactly are we doing? Turning up there, returning our weapons, and giving them a love note?*

***Helen:*** *Setting things straight. These people have been good to you all. Am I wrong in saying that? Well?*

***Clayton:*** *Randall, let’s just think here. We earn their trust, and in time we can have their guns for free.*

***Randall:*** *Aight, aight. They are nice people, I give ‘em that.*

***William:*** *Well, uh, what if returning the guns isn’t good enough? What if they turn on us?*

***Helen:*** *Well that’s why I’m asking you all William. Are these good people or not?*

***William:*** *They are.*

***Helen:*** *Then it’s settled. They trust us, we work for the guns, we ally. It’s simple. Is anyone against this?*

The room remains quiet.

***Helen:*** *Everyone ready up, you leave in ten. I’ll keep watch over all of you with the cameras. Elect a team leader out there, and I’ll give them the radio.*

***William:*** *Jacob-- let him lead.*

***Jacob:*** *Me?*

***William:*** *Yeah, you.*

***Dean: (Pointing at Randall)*** *I say my good friend here that likes a pint. He seems to be smart.*

***Jacob:*** *Can I vote for Randall too?*

***Randall:*** *Fuck no. I ain’t taking charge out there.*

***Albert:*** *I’d vote Jacob.*

***Clyde:*** *Allow me to put myself forward. And it’ll be decided… I shall take command out on the field! Three cheers! Who’s with me?*

RANDALL FORSTER looks to the ground, ALBERT HANSON coughs, while everyone else stays silent.

***Clyde:*** *Based on that, I see there are no objections to me being the one in charge out there.*

***Dean:*** *Wait-- that’s Clyde fucking--excuse my language--that’s Clyde Rollins!* ***The*** *Clyde Rollins! Oscar award winning Clyde Rollins! Or maybe I’m still drunk…*

***Clyde:*** *Ah, this smart fellow. Shall I take over as leader out there?*

***Dean:*** *Well you do stunts but-- I don’t know any of your names. I think it is decided--I don’t vote. Yep. It is decided.*

***William:*** *Fucking hell, people.*

***Albert:*** *Whatever, Clyde. If you want to, then lead.*

***Clyde:*** *Excellent! Thank you all, thank you all. Prepare the cavalry!*

CLYDE ROLLINS walks out smiling. Helen sighs to herself.

***William:*** *Well, they’re fucked.*

***Helen:*** *Clyde is acting leader. If it all goes to shit - Jacob takes over.*

***Albert:*** *What a nice trip this’ll be…*

***William:*** *Good luck, people.*

***Felix:*** *Have a merry fucking time.*

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**Scene #2**

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

***Clyde:*** *Alright everyone! Line up for briefing!*

The group of survivors going with CLYDE ROLLINS line up against the wall facing Clyde.

***Clyde:*** *Out there in this mall, we will face monsters with the soul intent of defeating us, but fear not my warriors. I will ensure… that victory is ours. That we will prevail… on this -- perilous journey. Now who’s with me here!*

***Randall: (Quietly)*** *Woo…*

***Albert:*** *Hurray…*

***Robert:*** *I’d cheer, but it would shred my vocal chords.*

***Dean:*** *Hey wait-- wait a moment. This is a damn movie set! I’m part of a fucking movie! That’s why this is so odd -- I’M PLAYING A CHARACTER? I DID IT-- I DID IT! I’M IN A MOVIE!*

***Jacob:*** *Shh.*

***Robert:*** *This is - no movie, pal.*

***Dean:*** *Yeah it is! Great plot -- flesh eaters, bank robbers, stuck in a mall-- with Clyde fucking Rollins! Excuse me--*

***Robert:*** *I find that disrespectful… I saw my family-- die, insensitive prick.*

***Dean: (Quietly)*** *Oh - oh, I’m sorry-- yeah…*

HELEN CULLEN walks out into the hall, a radio in hand.

***Helen:*** *All of you - have a safe journey to the North Plaza.* ***(She tosses the radio to Clyde)*** *Do not fucking lose this.*

***Clyde:*** *Haha, you have my assurance that it will be safely kept within my grasp.*

The radio slips from his hands as he’s taking it from Helen, though he quickly catches it again.

***Clyde: (Chuckling)*** *Testing you, of course. Shall we move out, soldiers? Our adventure is beginning--*

***Helen:*** *Clyde, you need a weapon.*

***Clyde:*** *Of course! I was planning on getting it.*

***Dean: (Whispering to Clyde)*** *It--it’s a movie set, right? Where’s the cameras?*

***Clyde:*** *Uh… no, no. I believe we have an unreliable team member here.*

***Dean:*** *Huh?*

***Helen: (Sighing)*** *People, get going. I wish you all luck.*

***Clyde:*** *Of course, of course. We will return soon!*

Clyde enters the vents and begins climbing up, the rest of the group following suit.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - SUNNY MORNING**

DEAN HOWARDS is the last one to clamber out of the vents onto the roof, coughing and dusting off his suit.

***Dean:*** *Vents-- who thought that was a good idea for transportation.*

***Robert:*** *Woah, woah -- never seeks to disappoint me.*

***Jacob:*** *Not much of a fuckin’ choice, Dean.*

***Dean:*** *Oh--yeah… sorry.*

***Randall: (Looking out into the town of Willamette)*** *Fucking lovely day. Two days into this fuckin’ mess, still alive. Ey.* ***(He glances down at one of the rifles from the gun store)*** *I’m gonna miss this rifle. Back to the ‘ol pistol.*

***Dean:*** *It’s been two days? Felt like it’s been--two hours.*

***Randall:*** *This is day two - though it ain’t been twenty four hours just yet.*

***Jacob:*** *Longest day of my fucking life, though.*

***Robert:*** *Y’know, a fair compromise would be--for us to give guns back, but for them to give us ammunition for our already owned weaponry.*

***Jacob:*** *Hard to compromise when three of us here were part of a gang that stole from them.*

***Robert:*** *True… true.*

The crew arrive at the elevators and hit the button, the doors opening almost instantly.

***Dean:*** *This is gonna be--cramped.*

***Clyde:*** *Make way, make way!*

CLYDE ROLLINS steps past everybody, entering the elevator first. The others follow him inside afterwards.

**Scene #3 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - STORAGE ROOM**

The group steps out of the elevator and begins heading towards the exit.

***Dean:*** ***(To Erin)*** *So--how’s your day?*

***Erin:*** ***(Jokingly)*** *We both robbed the gun store, we’re criminals.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, Dean.*

***Dean:*** *I… No, no - that was you guys. I-I’m no thief. I… I’m a business broker - professional. Yes, no criminal. The only crime I’ve committed is being professiona--*

***Jacob:*** *To be fair, did you want to fight that guy with the sledgehammer to stop him? I didn’t.*

***Dean:*** *Well, uh… you know… he had a sledgehammer. And he was big. I’m about--at least two hundred pounds maybe - if I’m lucky.*

***Randall:*** *Who were these people you guys were with? How many of them?*

***Dean:*** *Uhh… maybe like three. Girl--big guy, andddd… Other guy.*

***Clyde:*** *If only I was there… I’d have had them running.*

***Dean:*** *Yeah-- they both hit me in the face - in unison. That’s why I’m probably, uh-- bruised.*

They arrive at the doors leading to Paradise Plaza.

***Erin:*** *Well, here we go. We’re going to take the quick way to the North Plaza, so everyone stick with me.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes, yes - the quick way.*

Clyde quickly pulls ERIN MONROE aside, whispering to her.

***Clyde:*** *What’s the quick way?*

Erin whispers something back to him.

***Clyde:*** *We are taking the quick way everyone! Follow me!*

**Scene #3 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

Clyde steps out into Paradise Plaza first, his companions following him.

***Clyde:*** *Ready up my friends! The threats to mankind are all around this room! Clyde Rollins, hero of the Willamette Parkview Mall, steps through - ready for the dangers that await.*

The group march forward, keeping close and pushing back any zombies that get close. Robert breaks out into a coughing fit while walking, allowing a zombie to grab onto him. A petrified Dean attempts to do something, but he’s too scared to get near the zombie, and so Erin kills the zombie for him. A little bit of blood splatters onto Jacob.

***Erin:*** *Sorry--*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, uh - no worries.*

***Dean: (To Robert)*** *You need to get that--treated.*

As they’re nearing the Casino Plaza, a voice calls down to them from above.

***Edward:*** *Hello there, people! What leads you all to come passing by once again? I myself - am on a HUNT! If you see those snipers--the one who got away--tell them I’m LOOKING FOR THEM.*

EDWARD REMAR turns away and hurries away.

***Albert:*** *Didn’t even get to answer his question.*

***Randall:*** *Is that psycho on our team or not?*

***Robert:*** *Wait - wait. The ones who got away? Did--some of them die?*

***Albert:*** *One. One did.*

***Robert:*** *Good--good. Serves the bastards well.*

***Dean:*** ***(Confused)*** *Who are we talking about?*

***Erin:*** *Snipers.*

***Dean:*** *Snipers?*

***Erin:*** *They positioned themselves in the Entrance Plaza.*

***Jacob:*** *They shot a good guy…*

***Dean:*** *In a shopping mall…? Man, society is weird. Hey, how about that liquor store?*

***Jacob:*** *There’s a killer clown going around, y’know?*

***Robert:*** *A - a what?*

***Dean:*** *Oh-- killer clown? Halloween has already passed--not even near yet.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah, though he’s bound to be dead by now. Has anyone actually seen him since the rescue?*

***Jacob:*** *I’ve not.*

Clyde and the group make it to the Casino Plaza and head down.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

***Clyde:*** *Wow, such a magnificent plaza, truly monumental.*

***Dean:*** *Hey this place-- it looks familiar. Oh… Oh. I met the criminals here.*

***Randall:*** *Fuck me. I love this place. Should’ve spent more time down here, ey Clayton? Fuckin’ goldmine.*

***Jacob:*** *Hey Dean.*

***Dean:*** *Huh-- yeah, yeah?*

***Jacob:*** *Go get your liquor from the Americana Casino. I see a bar. And be quick. Randall, go with him if you want. Everyone else - keep both the stairwell to the Paradise and North Plaza on guard.*

***Dean:*** *I will be very fast!*

DEAN HOWARDS rushes off, with RANDALL FORSTER going after him.

**Scene #4 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - AMERICANA CASINO**

Dean hurries into the casino, looking over his shoulder to see Randall following him.

***Dean:*** *Aha - I knew you’d come! Yes, come along.*

They sneak through the casino, until Dean sees the bar.

***Dean:*** *There - yesss, there.*

***Randall:*** *Just get us some good liquor.*

Dean stumbles into the bar, and is in awe at how untouched the shelves are.

***Dean:*** *Woah--just look at this.*

Behind Dean, Randall smashes a zombie’s brain in by slamming it into the wall.

***Dean:*** *Oh-- yeah, pent up rage.*

***Randall:*** *Pent up rage? Fuck no. I’m just tryin’ to be creative.*

Dean looks down and notices that some blood got onto his suit.

***Dean:*** *Aghh--fuck. Yeahh - you’re an artist. Shit.* ***(He tries wiping it off)***

***Randall:*** *Come on, we ain’t got all day. We gotta get to the others.*

Dean reaches up to where a few cases of liquor are, and takes one down.

***Dean:*** ***(Grunting)*** *Kinda heavy--*

***Randall:*** *I’ll take it.*

He hands the case over to Randall, only for Dean to go and reach for another one.

***Dean:*** *I could take another one--yeah. We can have two.*

***Randall:*** *Alright. Let’s go.*

When Dean has the second case, the two men head for the exit.

***Dean:*** ***(About the case)*** *I mean - if you wanna be creative, you could toss it at one’s head.*

**Scene #4 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - CASINO PLAZA**

While Dean and Randall are off getting the booze, the others sit around waiting.

***Erin:*** ***(To Jacob)*** *We didn’t get to spend much time here, Jac--*

ROBERT MORGAN suddenly coughs louder than ever, and has to hold himself up on the wall as blood comes up and out of his mouth.

***Erin:*** *Jeez, are you okay?*

***Robert:*** *Yes -- yes… fine. Just a-- a flu.*

Robert puts on a fake smile, as he stands back up straight, dizzy.

***Albert:*** *Pretty bad flu…*

***Robert:*** *Tell me about it.*

Dean and Randall come walking out of the casino, hauling the cases.

***Randall:*** *Maybe we should have been smart and got these on the way back.*

***Erin:*** *You can always leave them at the door. We’ll pass back through here.*

***Clyde:*** *Come now, people! We head up the stairs - to the North Plaza! Be ready to face the evil of the mall once again!*

Randall and Dean drop the cases of liquor off by the exit of the casino to pick up on their way back, before following the others into the North Plaza.

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA SECTION #2**

CLYDE ROLLINS comes charging out into the plaza, yelling, only to stop in his tracks when he realizes it’s empty; clear of zombies.

***Clyde:*** *We-- I…*

***Erin:*** *Oh my god… They did it.*

***Randall:*** *Did what?*

***Erin:*** *They cleared the zombies. This entire place - is theirs.*

***Jacob:*** *We might’ve stolen from the wrong people.*

***Albert:*** *I say we be extra careful now. We’re on their territory.*

A familiar old man is seen approaching the group from a distance.

***Jim:*** *Hello! So good to see some of you back! Like what we’ve done with the place?*

***Dean:*** ***(Murmuring)*** *Who’s this sorry sap?*

***Jim:*** *Welcome all, welcome all! This place is now a safe environment for trading! For all survivors!*

KATE BLOODSTONE is seen walking over to them.

***Kate:*** *I knew staying here’d be a good idea. It’s lovely. I cannot give compliments to Leslie enough. She is doing wonders for us survivors.*

***Jim:*** *That she is. She’s a hero!*

***Robert:*** *Three cheers for Leslie…* ***(He coughs hard)***

***Dean:*** *Survivors--sounds dramatic, you know? All these words-- maybe, uhhh… something different?*

DEAN HOWARDS’ rambling is ignored, as JIM BUTTERMAN looks to the rest of the group.

***Jim:*** *How can I help you all?*

***Erin:*** *We’re actually-- well… Me and Jacob were here - and Dean. And… we were with a group of people.*

***Dean:*** *Uhh, wait - wait. She’s-- heh, she’s kidding. I wasn’t there.*

***Jacob:*** *You fucking idiot, we can’t lie. We left a note.*

***Dean:*** *We, uhh… we did. Yeah. Wait, wait-- not “we”. You did - yes, yes. Not we.*

As Dean finishes speaking, TEDDY POWELL comes marching over to them, looking unhappy.

***Teddy:*** *Well, well. Look who’s returned to make things right.*

***Dean:*** *Oh brother--*

***Teddy:*** *You. And both of you* ***(He points to Dean, Jacob and Erin)***. *I want what you took from me.*

***Dean:*** *Uh, uh-- yes, yes. Yes--I didn’t take it.*

***Erin:*** *We have it.*

She holds up the bag of guns, before turning to RANDALL FORSTER, who’s still carrying one of the rifles.

***Erin:*** *Randall - your gun, please.*

Sighing, he hands it over, and she places it in the bag.

***Erin:*** *I left you the note, Teddy - because we didn’t have a choice.*

***Teddy:*** *Ah - no worries. You left me alive, and you returned the guns. That to me - that proves something.*

Teddy takes the bag off ERIN MONROE and returns to his gun store.

***Jim:*** *Makes me happy to see the tension was solved so quickly!* ***(He grins happily)***

Nearby, the sound of high heels clacking off the floor is heard. LESLIE STAUNTON turns the corner, and begins speedily approaching the group, a wide smile appearing on her face as she gets close to them.

***Leslie:*** *Hello all. I am so happy to see you’ve come to see our grand opening! The first plaza of the mall - is now officially deemed safe for survivors!*

***Jacob:*** *Uh…*

JACOB FELDMAN claps slowly. Randall joins in as well, only for a second, before Clyde steps past them all.

***Clyde:*** *Lovely to meet you, to see such a strong woman - taking control of the mall. I am so happy to see that you’ve done excellent things with the place. I am Clyde Rollins -- leader.*

***Jacob:*** *Of the mission… not of us.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes, well, still leader.*

***Jim:*** *I see you’ve all been stopping in through the casino entrance. We’ll need to block it off so we don’t have more incidents like the gun store.* ***(He chuckles nervously)***

***Leslie:*** *That we will. Please--all of you--look around, browse to your heart's content… but don’t steal anything this time.*

ROBERT MORGAN goes into another coughing fit, coughing blood onto the floor.

***Jim:*** *Oh my--*

***Robert:*** *Sorry, sorry-- I’ll, uh - clean it. It’s okay - I’ve got a-- a flu.*

***Jim:*** *How can I help?*

***Robert:*** *I’m just a bit sick is all.*

While looking around, Jacob spots a man he recognizes walking throughout the plaza. When JEFFREY CORTEZ makes eye contact with Jacob, he turns and begins walking over to them.

***Jacob: (Whispering to Erin)*** *I remember him. Some old guy from the Entrance Plaza. I remember him from yesterday.*

***Erin:*** *Is he nice?*

***Jacob:*** *Uh - he didn’t really speak. But he was, uh, yelling. Lots.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah, I remember him. Pain in the ass--*

Randall notices that Jeffrey is quickly approaching them.

***Randall: (Loudly, so Jeffrey can hear)*** *If it weren’t for him I’m sure we’d all be dead.*

***Jeffrey:*** *Welcome, officer. I am glad to see you survived the incident.*

***Randall:*** *Uh-huh. Yeah, well - I’m here.*

Robert coughs once more.

***Jacob:*** ***(To Robert)*** *You’re gonna kill yourself before you even get a chance to touch a zombie. Get some rest when you get back. Do you know what medicine you’d need?*

Before Robert can reply, Clyde’s radio comes to life.

***[R] Helen:*** *Clyde. Has everything gone well?*

***Clyde:*** *Aha. It’s all gone perfectly, thanks to my bravery on the way here. It was a safe journey, I assure you.*

***[R] Helen:*** *The guns, Clyde. Are they returned?*

***Clyde:*** *Oh, uh - yeah. They are back.*

***[R] Helen:*** *Alright, perfect. All of you, do your part, see what we can do to earn some guns. Clear?*

***Randall:*** *Yes, ma’am.*

***Jacob:*** *Oh, uh, yeah.*

***Erin:*** *Of course.*

***Albert:*** *Mhm.*

Clyde pockets the radio.

***Jim:*** ***(Smiling)*** *Well - I think we’ve established that you’re all - friends and not foes. So how about you go in and speak to Teddy? See what can be done. I’ll be in the supermarket.*

The old man turns and walks off, a big smile on his face.

***Leslie:*** *When you all do eventually leave us again, do take the entrance from the first section that leads into Wonderland Plaza. Thank you.*

She walks off as well, grinning.

***Randall:*** *That lady gives me the fucking creeps.*

***Jacob:*** *Who’s going to the gun store to speak to Teddy? Best that, uh, me and Erin don’t.*

***Erin:*** *I agree.*

***Randall:*** *Suppose I’ll stop in.*

***Robert:*** *I’m, uh… I’ll--*

Robert coughs more, falling onto a bench.

***Randall:*** *Yeah, you stay on the bench. Oy!*

Randall claps his hands towards ALBERT HANSON and Dean.

***Randall:*** *Silent boys. You’re comin’ with me to the gun store, see what we can do.*

***Albert:*** *Ah, yes. Okay.*

***Randall:*** *Come on.*

Albert and Dean follow Randall off towards the gun store.

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**Scene #6**

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

RANDALL FORSTER, ALBERT HANSON and DEAN HOWARDS come strolling into the gun store, where TEDDY POWELL is currently restocking his guns.

***Dean:*** ***(Quietly)*** *Yeah y’see--the memories for this place is - tainted now.*

***Teddy:*** *How can I help ya’, gents?*

***Dean:*** *Uhh…* ***(He points at Randall)*** *He’ll say. I didn’t listen.*

***Randall:*** *Oh, uh, our madam wants us to see what we can do to earn some guns.*

***Teddy:*** *Ah, I see. Well, that would depend on what you have access to. You gents go around the mall? You and your group?*

***Dean: (Shrugging)*** *I just met them.*

***Albert:*** *I’m pretty new too, but I did go on a mission with them.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah, we travel about from the security room so - we have the cameras. But to be honest it’s only been a day. The fact your boss lady has set up all this is quite astonishing to me.*

JEFFREY CORTEZ comes walking it, carrying a piece of jewelry in his hand.

***Jeffrey:*** *Hey, Teddy. Get me a double-barrel shotgun please.*

***Teddy:*** *Sure thing, Cortez.*

Teddy retrieves the requested gun and sets it on the counter, and along with it a box of shells.

***Jeffrey:*** *And here’s what was promised* ***(He lays down a ring)***. *A fine piece of jewelry. Found it in the Entrance Plaza on the way out.*

***Teddy: (Pocketing the ring)*** *Pleasure doin’ business.*

After picking up his shotgun and ammunition, Jeffrey goes to leave, but bumps into Dean.

***Jeffrey:*** *Just you watch it!*

***Dean:*** *I’ll have you know--I am a professional business broke--*

Jeffrey walks out as Dean is mid-sentence.

***Dean:*** *Lower class filth* ***(He adjusts his suit)***.

***Teddy:*** *So… You boys want to trade for some guns? What ya’ got to trade?*

***Dean:*** *Uh…*

***Randall:*** *Stuff…*

***Albert:*** *I have nothing on me except guns, so…*

***Teddy:*** *So nothing. Alright, well, here are your options. Our supermarket has been drained of liquor. We need some more.*

***Randall:*** *…well, we have none, sadly.*

***Teddy:*** *It’s a damn shame. I would’ve given a few good guns for it.*

***Dean: (Whispering to Randall)*** *But--The Americana Casino. We’ll go back, right? We’ll zoom around, grab some more. Cool?*

CLYDE ROLLINS comes marching into the store, holding his radio out.

***Clyde:*** *I have Helen here on the radio.*

***[R] Helen:*** *What are you trading for the guns?*

***Randall:*** *Uh, we don’t have much, sadly.*

***[R] Helen:*** *And to think I saw you picking up two crates of liquor at the casino through the cameras. They won’t accept it?*

***Dean:*** *Well, heh-- uh, well--*

***Teddy:*** *What? I just offered. You lied to me already?*

***Dean:*** *There is actually liquor - at the Americana Casino. So we can just--*

***Randall:*** *Nah it’s just-- we like our liquor.*

***Clyde:*** *Alright, just give him the liquor so we can get some guns.*

***Dean:*** *We could just go back and get more--I guess.*

***Randall:*** *Actually - it’s in the Casino Plaza right now. Maybe we can double back - do this deal soon?*

***Teddy:*** *Fine by me.* ***(He takes a seat)*** *Anyways, skidaddle.*

The four security room survivors exit the gun shop.

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**Scene #7**

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

In the security room, Helen and Felix are sitting in the office watching over the cameras.

***Felix:*** *So… you enjoying being the mother?*

***Helen:*** ***(She grins)*** *Elaborate.*

***Felix:*** *You’re like the mother of the group. Y’know. You’re guiding us all. You’re keeping us all right. Telling us what needs done. It’d be a wreck without you being the one calling the shots.*

***Helen:*** *I’m just doing my job.*

***Felix:*** *None of us have jobs anymore, you’re not responsible for the customers.*

***Helen:*** *Yet I feel I need to be. These people - they are more than customers now, Felix. I’m waiting until you finally see it. It’s-- you’re a manager too.*

***Felix:*** *I know, I know. You’re… you’re helping me. I can say that much. These aren’t bad people we’re with.*

***Helen:*** *At first you thought they were, remember? And things changed. We’re adapting to it. They -- they mean the world to me now, and I’ve known them less than a day. A long day, to be fair. But… Watching over them here with the cameras - being their guardian angel-- that’s something that makes me feel like I have a purpose. I sit here and I concern for every single one of them when I watch this. And it pains me to see when things go badly.*

Felix nods slowly, getting out of his chair. He pats her on the shoulder, while heading for the door.

***Felix:*** *I’m gonna get some rest. You should too. I’ll take over in a few hours.*

***Helen:*** *Thank you.*

Felix exits.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA SECTION #2**

RANDALL FORSTER and the others come walking out of the gun store, where they meet JACOB FELDMAN and the rest of their group out in the plaza.

***Jacob:*** *How’d it go?*

***Erin:*** *You guys crack a deal?*

***Dean:*** *We’re gonna do it later--*

***Albert:*** *We’re going to get the liquor at the casino. The liquor for a few guns.*

***Jacob:*** *That’s a golden deal. We’re getting a win out of that.*

***Dean:*** *Well-- I… I wouldn’t say golden--no. No, not at all. Not even--remotely close.*

***Albert:*** *Golden for everyone except Dean.*

***Dean:*** *Yes, yes - because-- I’m no drunk! I just, uh-- shut up, why don’t you? Excuse my vile language…*

ALBERT HANSON frowns at DEAN HOWARDS.

***Clyde:*** *I must say, I’m starting to like this place.*

***Dean:*** *Well yeah, there’s no-- touchy feely biters. But they wanna take our liquor. Liquor we-- we worked hard for. That’s unfair! Completely--off the wall. Unfair. And frankly it - it’s more being a thief than we did! I mean--sorry. The girl and the guy did.*

CLYDE ROLLINS’s radio buzzes.

***Clyde:*** *Oh-- that’s me.* ***(He picks up the radio)*** *Hellooo. It’s me, Clyde Rollins.*

***[R] Helen:*** *Yeah, Clyde - could you inform the others it’s about time to head back? Especially if you guys are taking the long way.*

Clyde lowers the radio, looking at the others.

***Clyde:*** *Everyone! We’re about to head back to the security room. The liquor will have to wait!*

***Randall:*** *Eh, alright.*

***Dean:*** *Wait--so we can take it, right? We can take it-- drink it.*

***[R] Helen:*** *Excellent, make sure you’re all--*

Loud banging is heard coming through the radio on HELEN CULLEN’s end.

***[R] Helen:*** *Shit…*

The radio cuts off.

***Jacob:*** *Helen?* ***(He grabs the radio from Clyde)*** *Helen!?*

There’s no response.

***Dean:*** *Well that can’t be good. But what about the liquor? Wh-what about the liquor? Are we just--*

***Jacob:*** *FUCK THE LIQUOR! COME ON!*

Jacob sprints off towards the exit leading into Wonderland Plaza. The others follow him, all but Clyde, who takes a seat on a bench in the North Plaza.

***Clyde:*** *I-- I’ll wait here!*

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - WONDERLAND PLAZA**

JACOB FELDMAN dashes into Wonderland Plaza, far ahead of the others. However, as he’s running across, a gunshot hits the ground in front of him. Panicked, he and the others rush into cover. It’s the snipers.

***Robert:*** ***(Towards the snipers)*** *FUCK YOU!*

***Randall:*** *Aw fuck me! The SECOND we give our guns away these cunts show up!*

***Dean:*** *OHO-OH-- OH SHIT! W--EXCUSE MY LANGUAGE!*

***Erin:*** *The fuck are we gonna do?*

ROBERT MORGAN stands out into the open, his rage towards the snipers unable to be contained.

***Robert:*** *FUCK -- YOU!*

***Albert:*** *Robert, get to cover!*

Robert picks up a brick and launches it towards the snipers, which does nothing. He then sits down into cover for a second. ALBERT HANSON takes both of his pistols out.

***Albert:*** *Hey - who needs a gun?*

***Robert:*** *Me. Give me one-- give - me one.*

Albert tosses one over to him. As Robert gets out of cover to start shooting, he is sniped in the chest by ROGER HALL.

***Roger:*** *I - I got one, father!*

***Michael:*** *Good.*

Robert hits the ground, groaning in pain. He manages to slide the pistol back over to Albert.

***Jacob:*** *Someone pull him back in!*

Jacob lifts the radio again and calls for Helen, only to get no response.

***Albert:*** *Ah, fuck it.*

Albert dashes out from behind cover, and grabs Robert by the arms, dragging him into cover as quickly as possible.

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

***Jacob:*** *Stay in cover - let them drain their ammo.*

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**Scene #10**

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

Moments after setting down her radio, HELEN CULLEN turns around to face the banging coming from the other side of the office door. She picks up a pick and slowly approaches as the banging ceases. Slowly, she opens the door. There’s nobody.

***Helen:*** *Fuck…*

Suddenly a clown’s laughter is heard, as SKITTLES THE CLOWN comes charging in from a room off to the side. Helen is kicked to the floor, dropping her knife. She grabs a lamp beside where she fell and whacks him in the head, which only angers the clown. Skittles picks up one of his mini chainsaws which is on the ground nearby, and revs it up. He laughs, rushing at her with it in hand. Helen desperately tries to hold him off.

***Helen:*** *Get the fuck off me!*

The chainsaw slices into her shoulder blade. Helen screams, and kicks the clown off her, as blood gushes out. She crawls towards her dropped knife, but takes another slice to the leg while doing so. When she finally gets the knife, she drives it into Skittles’ hand, forcing him to drop the chainsaw. Helen takes the chance and pushes Skittles’ into the wall, doing whatever she can to take him down.

***Skittles:*** *You- you are-- Ahahahaha!*

When Helen slams the clown’s head into the wall, an angered Skittles grabs Helen and throws her off of him with ease.

***Skittles:*** *You… YOU!*

Although she tries reaching for her weapon again, it’s too late. Skittles pushes Helen to the ground and digs his fingers into her eye sockets. As Helen lays on the floor, blood streaming down from her eyes, Skittles picks up his chainsaw again and slices off her head. He picks her decapitated head up and tosses it into a nearby garbage can.

Finally, a sleep-deprived FELIX QUARTERMAN comes charging into the office, only to find that he’s too late. He yells, punching the clown in the face, though Skittles easily kicks the man back.

***Skittles:*** *Mr. Quarterman!*

A horrified Felix clambers to his feet and out into the hallway, closing the door. When Skittles swings the door open and steps out, Felix is nowhere in sight. As the clown does a 360, Felix comes rushing out of a room with a knife. Skittles catches his hand and twists his wrist. As Felix yells out in pain, Skittles takes his knife and rams it into his gut.

***Felix:*** *Ugh--*

Felix falls to the ground, and slowly crawls out of the security room onto the second floor of the Entrance Plaza, Skittles following close behind.

**Scene #10 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

Skittles grabs a weak Felix by the collar, laughing into his face.

***Skittles:*** *Up and over!*

He begins to lift Felix over the railing, but is stopped when he hears the pump of a shotgun closeby.

***Edward:*** *Why don’t you cool your jets.*

***Skittles:*** *What the f--*

EDWARD REMAR blasts the clown with his shotgun, sending him over the railing to the floor below. Felix slides down, holding his wound in pain. Edward limps over to where the clown had fallen over the railing and looks over. Below, nothing remains but a small puddle of blood and a trail of blood leading elsewhere.

***Edward:*** *We’ll follow his blood trail later. For now, let’s get you inside.*

Edward helps Felix to his feet and back inside the security room.

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - WONDERLAND PLAZA**

RANDALL FORSTER pokes his head out of cover to search for the snipers. A bullet then flies past his head. He gets back into cover.

***Randall:*** *Fuck sake.*

JACOB FELDMAN is holding the radio up, speaking into it.

***Jacob:*** *Helen-- Helen, can you hear me?*

There’s no response.

***Jacob:*** *Where the fuck is Clyde?*

***Erin:*** *Clyde stayed behind. That’s a good thing. He wouldn’t be helping here.*

Above, MICHAEL HALL lowers his sniper and turns to his son.

***Michael:*** *Roger - time to go. Ammo isn’t growing on trees.*

***Roger:*** *Yes, father… we shall avenge Dex…*

***Michael:*** *Come now, and quickly.*

A few seconds of silence pass, and Randall looks out again. Nothing.

***Randall:*** *They gone?*

A lone zombie lunges at Randall, pinning him to the ground for a second, before he pushes it off. DEAN HOWARDS hurries over, raising up his knife, but is unable to put down the zombie. ERIN MONROE pushes Dean aside, killing the zombie herself.

***Erin:*** *You need to be quicker.*

***Dean:*** *Well I--*

Erin helps Randall up.

***Randall:*** *Ey, thanks.*

***Albert:*** *Guys--Robert is losing blood.*

***Jacob:*** *We need to get him back to the security room, and we also need to see what the fuck happened.*

***Albert:*** *I’ll agree on that.*

***Jacob:*** *Alright, alright, uh, Randall, Albert. Help Robert back. Erin, make sure Dean does not get himself killed. Clayton, watch our behind. I’ll lead.*

Randall and ALBERT HANSON carefully lift Robert up.

***Randall:*** *Alright, stay with us, pal.*

Jacob leads the group forward.

**Scene #11 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

The group steps out into the food court.

***Jacob:*** *Aight, aight - we need to get medical supplies. Medicine and anything we can for Robert. Erin - take a detour to the pharmacy in Al Fresca.*

***Erin:*** *I got it. Be careful - all of you.*

***Dean:*** *W-Wait what are we--*

ERIN MONROE rushes off.

***Jacob:*** *We’re moving through Leisure Park, people. Let’s go!*

**Scene #11 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - LEISURE PARK - NOON**

In the middle of Leisure Park, the group pass by the burnt out jeep, as well as the three corpses of the convicts. DEAN HOWARDS looks on, disgusted, and steps over a few zombie corpses.

***Randall:*** *God, I remember the buzz when this happened. Defeating the convicts--and then--losing Quentin.*

***Albert:*** *Yeah…*

***Jacob:*** *Anyone know why Clyde stayed behind? He’s better off there to be fair though.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah, I got a little sick of him. And I barely know him. He’s a good laugh, but--more so--he’s good to laugh AT.*

***Dean:*** *Cause, uh-- cause he’s Clyde Rollins.*

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM**

WILLIAM REYNES, who had been passed out from exhaustion, wakes up in the waiting room, finding the place to be vacant and suspiciously quiet. He weakly gets off the couch and exits into the hall, where he is disturbed to find small puddles of blood on the ground, and no one in sight. From where he stands, he notices the office door ajar, and blood seeping out from inside. Warily, he approaches and opens the door.

***William:*** *What in the name of--sweet fucking fuck. No-- no, no - that can’t be, that’s not possible--*

HELEN CULLEN’s corpse lays on the floor, headless, blood pooling out. William looks away, horrified.

***William:*** *I’m-- in a coma. I - I finally passed off. This isn’t real.*

He looks back at the corpse, noticing large cuts on her shoulder and leg, which could only come from a chainsaw.

***William:*** *He couldn’t be in here-- it’s a security room… it’s unbreachable…*

William shakes his head, looking away from the corpse, unable to stomach it anymore. Stepping over the body, William picks up Helen’s radio.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

JACOB FELDMAN’s team enters Paradise Plaza, quickly moving through towards the Entrance Plaza, though before they can make it there Jacob’s radio makes a noise. He lifts the radio up.

***[R] William:*** ***(Wearily)*** *People--people. Helen is… dead.*

***Jacob:*** *Helen-*

***[R] William:*** *The clown he’s -- he got in. He got in…*

***Jacob:*** *How do you know it was the clown? Hold that thought - we’re almost back.*

Jacob cuts power to the radio, and stomps through the rest of the plaza, shoving a zombie out of the way in anger. The rest of the team follows him.

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**Scene #14**

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

EDWARD REMAR lays FELIX QUARTERMAN down onto the couch, who’s wincing in pain. OWEN GLIEFIELD steps into the room; he’d been hiding since Skittles came in. He quickly starts searching for the med kit to treat Felix. Just then, WILLIAM REYNES steps into the room as well, an axe in hand, ready to fight, but he lowers it upon seeing Edward.

***Edward:*** ***(Bowing)*** *You’re welcome. If it weren’t for me, that clown that paid a visit would’ve made a mess of him. Which - he did.*

***William:*** ***(His voice shaky)*** *Thanks -- well done.*

***Edward:*** *Oh and-- in fact, I’ll wait.*

Edward promptly steps out of the room. A still horrified William walks over to Felix.

***Felix:*** *She’s…*

Felix looks away, hiding his face.

***William:*** *I’m sorry.*

***Felix:*** *She’s dead. Because I wasn’t there to stop it. She had so much confidence and faith in me. And look where it had her end up.*

***William:*** *She had faith in you to change. She never expected you to save her. You tried.*

***Felix:*** *I was meant to succeed…*

He turns over, his eyes filled with tears.

***William:*** *And you will succeed. You’ll succeed her.*

***Felix:*** *No* ***(He shakes his head)***. *She’s dead.*

***William:*** *And you’re alive.*

***Felix:*** *And I am just as much to blame - as the clown is. Now please… leave me.*

Felix turns back over, facing away from William.

***William:*** *You’re injured…*

***Felix:*** *Owen has it handled…* ***(He coughs)***

Owen grunts, stepping over to Felix with a medkit, as William walks out of the waiting room, frowning.

***Owen:*** *I couldn’t help--but listen. I overheard quite a bit. I don’t mean to intrude but… someone has died, and you feel responsible.*

***Felix:*** *Cause it’s my fault.*

***Owen: (Handing painkillers to Felix)*** *A clown killed them.*

***Felix:*** *And I could’ve stopped it if I was quicker. She’d have managed…*

***Owen:*** *You tried. There’s no being quicker in everything, son. Nothing’s gonna end up well. Don’t beat yourself up over it.*

Owen begins treating and stitching up Felix’s two stab wounds. As he’s doing this, ALBERT HANSON enters the room; Jacob’s team had made it back.

***Albert:*** *Sorry to interrupt - you’re the doc, right?*

***Owen:*** *Doc--* ***(He smiles lightly to himself)***

***Albert:*** *Whenever you’re done here, there’s another wounded man in the other waiting room.*

***Owen:*** *Oh--what a day. Do we have more medical equipment too? We’re running out.*

***Albert:*** *We don’t have any meds for the other guy yet, but we’re trying. Yeah…*

Owen finishes up with Felix.

***Owen:*** *Good. I’ll use the last of this* ***(He looks at the medkit)***.

Albert steps out of the room as Owen packs up the medical supplies. When he’s packed up, Owen looks to Felix.

***Owen:*** *There’s no being quicker. And it wasn’t your fault. You’re a good person - and you made them happy.*

Felix closes his eyes, staying quiet as Owen walks out.

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**Scene #15**

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

WILLIAM REYNES steps out into the hallway, passing by ALBERT HANSON, who enters the waiting room. In the hall, JACOB FELDMAN rests on a chair, looking devastated. CLAYTON FREEMAN and RANDALL FORSTER lean against a wall nearby, while EDWARD REMAR stands by himself, looking at them all (Robert has been placed in the second waiting room). Jacob glances up at William.

***Jacob:*** *Good to see you’re up…*

***William:*** *Nothing spectacular.*

Jacob sighs, burying his face in his hands. Edward taps his cane against the floor.

***Edward:*** *You should all note: the clown is badly injured. Leave it to me - I will follow his trail, and see where it leads. If I find out where- I will return to you all. The kill is yours. Ugh… what would you all do without me?*

Edward limps out of the security room to go hunting for the clown.

***Randall:*** *So, uh - what’s the plan then? Maybe after a nice funeral…*

***William:*** *We kill the clown.*

***Jacob: (Nodding in agreement)*** *We go hunting whenever Edward returns.*

The security room door swings open, ERIN MONROE hastily stepping inside with three bags in her hand.

***Erin:*** *I scored, got three bags of medical supplies.*

***Jacob:*** *Well shit… nice fucking job.*

***Erin:*** *Did what I could. Big horde there, though. Had to leave. What’s--what’s happened here? Wh--*

She takes a peek towards the office, where she glimpses the brutal sight inside.

***Erin:*** *Oh my God… I’m--I’m gonna take these to the doc.*

Jacob quickly stands, grabbing Erin’s hand.

***Jacob:*** *Hey-- you did good today, thank you. Consider, uh - staying here with us.*

***Erin:*** *Yeah, I will.*

She heads into the second waiting room to go drop off the supplies. Jacob looks back to William.

***Jacob:*** *Your wound, how is it? It was those same bastards that stopped us from getting here sooner.*

***William:*** *Fine -- fine. I heard that one of them died.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah. Some, uh… well, I’ve encountered him a few times but, this hobo, uh, homeless guy--crazy guy. Yeah, he got one.*

William nods, smiling.

***William:*** *Good, good.*

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/WAITING ROOM #2**

In the second waiting room, OWEN GLIEFIELD is treating ROBERT MORGAN, making sure to keep him hydrated with water, before starting to clean his wound, stitch and bandage it. During this, Robert passes out from all the blood he’s lost, but Owen has him patched up now. ERIN MONROE enters the room with the bags of supplies.

***Erin:*** *Hey - I hit the jackpot. Medicines, supplies. I ran into Al Fresca, grabbed what I could.*

***Owen:*** *Huh?* ***(He takes a peek inside the bags)*** *Goddamn, woman. Good job, thank you.*

***Erin:*** *No worries. I’m with you all now.*

***Owen:*** *Good. Having people like you around is -- good. Especially after the rumours I had heard. Quentin--taking a bullet to the head. Sad stuff. I told him it was a bad idea.*

Owen nods, thanking Erin once more, before she leaves the room.

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**Scene #17**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA/SEON’S SUPERMARKET**

LESLIE STAUNTON adjusts a picture frame on the wall in her office. She smiles at it, taking a seat at her desk. A knock then comes from the office door.

***Leslie:*** *Mm. Come in!*

CLYDE ROLLINS opens the door and steps in.

***Clyde:*** *Uh - hello. I heard you wanted to see me.*

***Leslie:*** *Oh, well - who would want to miss a chance to meet with the spectacular Clyde Rollins.*

***Clyde: (Grinning)*** *Oh - well, thank you.*

***Leslie:*** *Please, have a seat.*

He takes a seat across from her.

***Leslie:*** *So - you like our plaza?*

***Clyde:*** *Oh, yes - much better than that cramped security room. Nothing goes well for them.*

***Leslie:*** *I see. I must say, I’m happy you have decided to stay with us, Mr. Rollins. You’ll fit right in. Just tell me - are these people… are they plotting against us? Taking advantage of our kindness?*

***Clyde:*** *Well… they did steal the guns, but - they returned them to be fair. I’d say some of them truly have no respect for this place, and frankly, it takes me back a bit… makes me reconsider.*

***Leslie:*** *You could help us… be ready for the worst case scenario. We want this mall to be safe… familiar… and known by all of us. But currently, beyond our plaza is an entire mall of the unknown. Get comfortable, Mr. Rollins.*

She starts pouring him a cup of tea.

***Clyde:*** *Oh - thank you.*

***Leslie:*** *And tell me* ***all*** *about the people in the security room.*