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FADE IN:
EXT. MAIN STREET – NIGHT
A black night. Heavy rain splashes across the pavement sending white torrents cascading against a catch basin.
EXT. CAR- NIGHT-SAME TIME
HISSING TIRES cut foamy rivulets across the black pavement. A CAR halts beneath a
STOPLIGHT. Huge raindrops pop-off the hood like tiny synchronized EXPLOSIONS.
Through swishing windshield wipers, the DRIVER’S GLOVED FINGERS drum rhythmically on the steering wheel.
INT. CAR –NIGHT-CONTINUOUS
A sudden FLASH of a match illuminates the inside windshield, casting distorted images on the rain splattered glass.
A match glows RED, flaring a TWISTED FACE against the inside windshield as GLOVED
FINGERS, now holding a cigarette, continue...DRUMMING, DRUMMING.
COOING sounds are heard. A GLOVED HAND reaches across to a plastic laundry basket. A dark object lies still on a blanket.
Another FLASH, PIERCING BRIGHT, followed by a CLAP OF THUNDER reveals a BABY
BOY...about three months old.. laying in the a plastic basket.
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The driver’s hand slides a blanket across the baby’s body. The streetlight changes as a GREEN
SHEEN undulates over the small body.
EXT. MAIN STREET-NIGHT-CONTINUOUS
The CAR slowly turns onto a commercial street...accelerating as it passes businesses with NEON
SIGNS ablaze. The car passes other vehicles.
INT. CAR REAR VIEW MIRROR-NIGHT
Dark sunglasses peer into the rearview mirror as SMOKE curls up around the mirror lenses.
Distant CAR LIGHTS suddenly strike the top of the mirror, reflecting up on the sunglasses like TWO MILKY DEAD EYES.
ANOTHER STOPLIGHT-MOMENTS LATER
…..as several cars line up behind the DRIVER’S CAR.
EXT. SIDE VIEW MIRROR-CONTINOUS
The AUTOMATIC MIRROR turns in slow search for some point of identity in the vehicles behind.
INT. INSIDE THE DRIVER’S CAR-CONTINUOUS
The drumming fingers stop and disappear...reappearing with a 9 millimeter. Slowly, the
GLOVED HAND lays the weapon down on a blanket next to the tiny body.
Suddenly the interior of the car EXPLODES IN GREEN as another BOOM of THUNDER breaks over the car.
THE STREET-FROM ABOVE
With SCREECHING TIRES, the DRIVER’S CAR bolts forward. A CAR following careens to the right and roars pass other cars in HOT PURSUIT.
INT. INSIDE DRIVER’S CAR-SAME TIME
Both gloved hands now grip the steering wheel. The car ENGINE SCREAMS from the acceleration.
Instantly the gloved hands turn a hard, TIRE SQUEALING LEFT... the sliding plastic basket smashes into the driver’s side.
A SHRILL CRY from the BABY echoes through the car as it speeds ahead.
THE TWO VEHICLES-FROM ABOVE
Both CARS race dangerously down a long, rain swept street. In the distance, the cars’ lights illuminate a sign...RUTLEDGE STATE PARK...BEAR RIGHT.
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The DRIVER’S CAR speeds to the left of the road, then instantaneously jerks RIGHT, down the
PARK ROAD...causing the SECOND CAR to swerve violently.
SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL, the second car WHIPS-A-180 and SQUEALS rubber down the PARK ROAD.
EXT. RUTLEDGE STATE PARK- PARKING LOT-SAME TIME
The DRIVER’S CAR screeches to a stop, dislodging gravel and mud. The DRIVER’S
DOOR BURSTS OPEN. The DRIVER leaps out and flees into the dark, the plastic basket tucked under an arm.
EXT.PARKING AREA- FROM ABOVE -MOMENTS LATER
The SECOND CAR...high beams blazing the way...slides to a stop. Car headlights cast an eerie background with shafts of yellow light segmenting the rain soaked landscape.
Silhouetted in the deep shadows of the parking lot are the shapes and metal curves of other vehicles.
EXT. PARKING AREA- GROUND LEVEL-CONTINUOUS
Both DOORS of the SECOND CAR burst open and a MAN and a WOMAN exit. The CRIES of the baby are heard as the SILHOUETTE of the fleeing DRIVER crosses into the headlights’ pathway.
The DRIVER races up unto a wooden footbridge that stretches over a black pond. The MAN cautiously moves toward the DRIVER as the WOMAN races to the edge of the pond. Drawing her weapon, the WOMAN assumes a shooting stance.
The DRIVER reaches the mid section of the bridge and is now caught in the headlights’ intensity.
WOMAN
(screams)
FREEZE ASSHOLE!
The DRIVER stops and slowly turns directly into the light. A BASEBALL CAP obscures the
FACE.
BELOW, dark, murky water swells and swirls from the driving rain.
Another LIGHTNING FLASH etches the sky as a third FIGURE is seen momentarily before vanishing in the darkness.
The DRIVER reaches out and holds the basket over the bridge railing.
WOMAN
(aiming)
DON’T!!!DON’T DO IT!!I’LL BLOW YOU TO FUCKING HELL!
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The DRIVER’s HEAD bows down, in a sign of defeat, and lowers the basket. Then without a word suddenly RELEASES the basket over the railing as SHOTS ring out.
FROM ABOVE THE POND-IN SLOW MOTION
…. the basket and baby fall endlessly into the DARK RAGING WATER…..then…BLACK.
INT. BATHROOM-MORNING
DISSOLVE TO:
Sounds of falling RAIN and rising STEAM appear on a semi-transparent shower curtain… the silhouette of a WOMAN’S BODY...lean and tall… appears… washing her hair.
TITLE: TWO WEEKS EARLIER.
Water drops build, and randomly race down the curtain, revealing more of the curvaceous side of the WOMAN. A CAT PAW swipes at the snake-like trails of water.
INT. BATHROOM –MORNING-CONTINUOUS
The CAT pounces on a shampoo cap knocking it into the next room where we see a small
T.V. on a stand against a wall. The T.V. NEWS is on.
ON THE T.V. SCREEN-A HANDSOME REPORTER
NEWSCASTER
At the statehouse yesterday, Governor Thompson announced the appointment of long time aide Carla Reading to head up the newly expanded
Bureau of Child Support Enforcement. This coming just one week after the
President’s address on sweeping reforms to the nation’s welfare system.
On the tape THE GOVERNOR, mid-60’s, athletically handsome, impeccably dressed; a genuine blueblood, standing at a podium… his true station in life.
GOVERNOR THOMPSON
Today’s appointment of Carla Reading is the first of many new and aggressive measures aimed at reducing our taxpayers’ burden by bringing non-custodial parents to bear their respective familial and financial responsibilities.
INT.BATHROOM- SAME
The shower stops and a HAND appears from behind the curtain...grabbing a fresh towel. LONG
LEGS step out from the tub. Wrapped in a towel and using another to dry long dark hair, the
WOMAN slowly moves toward the T.V.
INT. SMALL APARTMENT-CONTINUOUS
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Sparsely furnished living room. Unpacked boxes and stacks of books, magazines, and clothing are randomly scattered about. The move here is still in progress.
Brushing long silky hair, the WOMAN picks up a T.V. remote and jacks up the volume.
T.V. SCREEN-CLOSEUP
CARLA READING is now on the screen standing next to the Governor. She is 40-something, attractive with short brown hair and black lifeless eyes…a highly polished political survivor
GOVERNOR THOMPSON
Along with Ms Reading’s appointment, I have added ten new field agents across our great state to assist in the location and apprehension of these delinquent parents, who last year alone cost our working taxpayers over three and a half million dollars.
The telephone rings. The WOMAN picks up the phone. Her naked back is still facing us as we slowly focus back on the T.V. screen.
WOMAN (O.S.)
I’m watching it right now....
GOVERNOR THOMPSON
We are asking all of you to help us with this important initiative. Each month the
Bureau will publish photographs of the ten worst offenders in a community wide effort to bring to justice these irresponsible parents.
ON THE T.V. SCREEN
WOMAN (O.S.)
Yes....he’s handsome! ….No! He’s not my boss.
Carla Reading moves closer to the Governor.
GOVERNOR THOMPSON
Starting today, we will be publicly displaying posters of the state’s ten most wanted deadbeats whose combined financial delinquency has cost our citizens over three quarters of a million dollars.
WOMAN (O.S.)
I’ll okay…. First day jitters that’s all....Yes Mama....Adios!
Carla Reading is holding a large poster illustrating the ten most wanted deadbeats along with personal information.
CARMERA ZEROS IN ON TEN SMILING FACES
GOVERNOR THOMPSON (V.O.)
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If any of you have seen or know the whereabouts of any of these deadbeats...please help us cut our public burden by calling this toll free number...1-800-GET-THEM.
Pulling back from the T.V. screen, the WOMAN’S ARM slowly rises. In her hand, a 9-millimeter automatic is aimed directly at one of the smiling faces on the T.V. The trigger is slowly pulled back.
WOMAN (O.S.)
BANG! Gotcha!
EXT. STREET- MORNING LATER
Typical suburban street. Two story homes line both sides of the street. Cars are park everywhere.
Several youngsters are milling about...waiting for the morning bus. In the b.g., a landscape of tall buildings fills the sky.
The front door of the foremost apartment building opens and a WOMAN-KY CASEY exits.
THE CREDITS ROLL
KY CASEY...mid-20’s, with her hair stylishly pilled on top of her head, descends the front stairs.
In a smart blue suit with white blouse, stockings, black heels, purse, and attaché case by her side, she walks to an old V.W. Beetle convertible gets in, starts the old spurting engine and drives off.
EXT. CITY THRUWAY-MORNING-OVERHEAD
The CREDITS continue as the V.W. makes it way through the usual traffic of a Monday morning workday in the CITY. Passing other vehicles, we catch more signs announcing the CITY limits.
At another sign…… ...DOWNTOWN CITY OFFICES... Ky exits the highway.
INT. LOBBY-MOMENTS LATER
Modern city office complex...wide open area with polished marble floors...elevators on both sides of the huge lobby, signs and message boards abound as do a zillion moving workers.
KY moves confidently amongst the masses making her way toward a large DIRECTORY SIGN.
Quickly scanning the sign she looks at her watch. Noticing she’s early...she steps back to survey her new work area. Spotting a COFFEE SHOP…. KY heads over.
INT. COFFEE SHOP-CONTINUOUS
Typical coffee shop found in all public buildings. Several workers fix coffees and rapidly exit. The COFFEE ATTENDANT...late 60’s, bald and wearing dark glasses rings money into the register.
KY
Good morning!
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The Attendant with his back to KY.
Coffee?
BLIND ATTENDANT
KY
Small black, no sugar...please.
The Attendant pours a coffee and places it on a napkin in front of Ky.
BLIND ATTENDANT
First day....or visitor?
KY
(picks up coffee, looks quizzically)
First day.
KY (CONT’D)
(sips her hot coffee, a beat)
How can you tell?
BLIND ATTENDANT
New scent. Expensive too!
Ky smiles and shakes her head more curious than amazed.
KY
It was a gift.
Ky places a twenty-dollar bill on the counter and stares curiously at the old man.
KY (CONT’D)
Can you do that with everyone?
BLIND ATTENDANT
(picking up the bill)
Depends....gut somethin’ smaller than old Hickory here?
Amazed, KY smiles and searches through her small black purse.
KY
Gee...I’m sorry!
BLIND ATTENDANT
First day willies hey! It’s on me there ....sweet smellin’!
Thanks!
KY
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Ky takes her cup and turns to leave.
BLIND ATTENDANT
What floor?
Sixth.
KY
BLIND ATTENDANT
Sixth ...huh...
(he leans forward)
Must be one of ‘em new cops.....gonna nab all ‘em poor slobs ain’t been payin’!
KY
Something like that.
BLIND ATTENDANT
Gonna work for Jake.
KY
Chief James Standitch.
BLIND ATTENDANT
Ya’re the new one for Jake.
The old man grins, revealing bad teeth.
BLIND ATTENDANT (CONT’D)
Tough guy... ole’Jake.
Ky turns and exits the shop.
BLIND ATTENDANT (CONT’D)
Won’t he be surprised!
INT. SIXTH FLOOR-MORNING-MOMENTS LATER
Elevator doors open to a sea of crammed workers. Ky is wedged in the back and for the first time, her height is clearly noticeable ...6 foot and some in heels.
The elevator quickly empties as the faceless crowd begins a new work week. Ky exits, feverishly trying to straighten her clothes as a result of the crunch. Looking about, she spots another
DIRECTORY SIGN. At the sign, she senses someone standing behind her; but before she can turn....
MAN’S VOICE (V.O.)
Need some help?
Ky turns to encounter an attractive, olive skinned man with piercing blue eyes. His dark wavy hair is fashionably long and oiled back. In designer jeans, cotton shirt, Italian loafers, and short, chest hugging leather jacket.....He’s Mister G.Q.
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KY
Ah....yeah...ah...The Bureau of Child Support Enforcement.
Ky returns to the Directory, embarrassed by her initial reaction. Mister G.Q. leans provocatively close and points to two large glass doors down the corridor.
MISTER G.Q.
Down the hall and through those glass doors.
(a beat.. he continues to look her over)
If you need any help down there just ask for Derrick.
Ky turns and catches a wink from Mister G.Q. He walks off.
INT. BUREAU OF CHILD SUPPORT ENFORCEMENT-LATER
Decor of the waiting room is typically state budget… vinyl sofa, several hard back chairs line one of the walls, a small wooden table covered with old newspapers and magazines. On the wall over the table, a gallery of official state photos: Governor, Lt. Governor and the poster of the TEN MOST WANTED DEADBEATS.
Directly in front is a cluttered desk, piled high with filled desk trays, folders for filing, more framed photographs, women’s magazines and several local tabloids. Off to the right, a work station with computer, printer, etc. and a TYPING BLONDE… TAMMY PHILIPS, early
30’s, attractive, bleached blonde and heavily cosmeticized. Her clothes, although chic, are a size or two small, accentuating her breasts and well-kept waistline. Her long red manicured nails do not impede her typing.
TAMMY
(without looking up)
Non-support applications are right there on the top of the desk.
Ky still surveying the room, quickly steps forward.
KY
Ay...No...I’m ... Ky Casey to see Chief Standitch.
TAMMY
Stanvitch...with a V! Have an appointment?
KY
Of course….Chief Stanvitch. Yes…ay… eight-thirty appointment.
The glass doors swing open and MISTER G.Q....DERRICK MURRAY strolls in. Strutting pass Ky, he looks over and winks again at KY. He walks over to Tammy’s desk and inspects his messages.
DERRICK
What goes blonde, brunette, blonde, brunette, blonde and brunette?
Tammy, accustomed to this, simply ignores him.
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DERRICK (CONT’D)
Time’s up! A blonde doing cartwheels!
Derricks laughs and looks toward Ky as Tammy continues to type. Derrick bends down and whispers something in Tammy’s ear. She immediately pushes him back… Derrick laughs again, winks at Ky, turns and struts through the wooden gates that separate the waiting area from the bull pen.
TAMMY
(still typing)
HEY YOU! Chief wants to see you NOW!
Tammy looks up as if to remember Ky who simply stands watching Derrick exit.
TAMMY (CONT’D)
Nice ass...huh....but he’s a complete shit heel! I’m sorry Hon!...Your appointment.
Tammy wheels to her desk and picks through the litter...finally locating her phone.
While Tammy is doing all this, Ky is looking over the array of clutter on Tammy’s desk.
TAMMY (CONT’D)
(on the phone)
There’s a Guy Casey to see you. Has an eight-thirty.
(a beat to listen)
He just walked in….. YES!!!! … I told ‘im!
Tammy hangs up the phone. Shaking her head, she wheels back to the work-station.
TAMMY (CONT’D)
He’ll be right will ya...soon as he can.
KY
It’s KY....with a K and a Y.
Ky turns and walks back to the sofa and sits to wait. First, she arranges her skirt, then her jacket and finally her blouse. Next, she picks up her attaché case and places it on the sofa. Then she settles in to wait, noticing a small wall clock that registers...8:35 A.M.
Ky begins to open her purse when the entrance gates swing wide and a large man...late 50’s steps through.
CHIEF STANVITCH is wearing a white shirt, rolled at the sleeves, with a loosen tie. Still holding on to his mid-age handsomeness, he has most of his hair; but nevertheless shows the mid-drift commonplace with desk jobs.
The CHIEF is a career hardened cop, worn and torn by both the streets and the politics. His hands are large but smooth, seasoned by years of paper work. His wrinkled black pants belie his fashionable suspenders.
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A holster and automatic weapon hang from his side. Half glasses bridge his nose. As he steps forward, his expression changes from one of greeting to one of annoyance upon seeing KY. Stopping in his tracks, the Chief wheels and bellows at Tammy.
CHIEF
WHERE THE HELL’S MURRAY!!
TAMMY
(accustomed to this, without looking up)
I told ‘im Chief!
The Chief is doubly burnt. He points and barks.
CHIEF
You tell that dago one last time to get his ass into my office! NOW!!
As abruptly as he entered, the Chief quickly retraces his steps and exits without as much as a peep to Ky.
Tammy immediately grabs the phone and punches in some numbers with that smug “I know what’s going to happen to you look,” on her face.
TAMMY
Pronto! Dickbreath!!!
Tammy drops the receiver down and for the first time genuinely looks over to Ky.
TAMMY (CONT’D)
I’m real sorry Hun...it’s always somethin’ here. Can I get you some coffee?
Ky simply smiles and shakes her head no.
INT. WAITING ROOM CLOCK: 9:15
Tammy has stopped typing and is arranging her desk when her phone rings.
TAMMY
Sendin’ her right in!
INT. CHIEF’S OFFICE-MOMENTS LATER
Large sparsely furnished room. Ceiling to floor windows are at the back of the office. An old style wooden desk stands forward of the windows.
To the right is an imitation leather sofa, next to this is a three tiered dark wood stained bookcase...the bookcase is filled with black binders, folders, and stacks of yellowed papers.
The scent of freshly washed carpets imbues the room. The white walls are bare.
The Chief’s desk and room are conspicuously empty of all the memorabilia common to career cops.
Missing is the usual chronologies of career photos, pen sets, framed news articles and pictures of
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politicians and happy citizens, desk sets, family photos, etc. Instead, we see a plain green lamp, telephone, desk calendar, daily newspapers and trays filled with folders and paperwork. A simple hard back chair sits in front of the Chief’s desk.
The entire room appears cold and unattached.
The Chief is hunched over his desk. Through his half-glasses, he peers into a folder.
Motioning for Ky to come forward and sit at the front chair, Ky quickly walks to the chair and remains standing; as the Chief continues to stare into the folder.
Sit.
CHIEF
(still staring down)
Trying to hold on to her quasi-confident manner of the morning, Ky sits, placing her attaché case on the floor.
SILENCE REIGNS
Ky begins to unravel...first she tugs at her skirt...arranges her blouse...reaches for her attaché case but thinks differently. Finally, she simply crosses her hands in her lap and waits...staring out the huge windows.
CHIEF
(still not looking up)
Nice view.......ain’t it.
KY
(surprised by his opening)
Yes it is sir....lovely view of the south side.
CHIEF
(still not looking up)
Looked out one morning and saw one of those big time banker boys waving his arms like some loony big bird. Thought he could fly...I guess...till he hit the pavement.
(several beats as the Chief appears to study the folder)
Ky?....Huh?...spelled...K...Y...For some reason we figured you were a guy.
The Chief finally looks up as if expecting an answer to this.
KY
(smiles politely)
Apparently so did my father.
CHIEF
(looking back down into the folder)
Says here graduated second from the Academy. Good shooter…Marksmen… College degree in English Literature?
The Chief looks up directly at Ky as he drops the folder on his desk.
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KY
I thought about being a writer once….Sir.
CHIEF
So why the Bureau?
.
KY
Opportunity sir.
The Chief simply stares and Ky immediately senses that her answer does not fit.
KY (CONT’D)
With all the proposed changes and reform, the Bureau is the best place to start a rewarding career.
CHIEF
(with a smirk)
Rewarding career?
KY
(without hesitation)
Yes sir...in public service.
(several beats...Ky realizes she has not found the right answer yet)
Welfare reform is on the fast track with all the new state and federal initiatives.
An uncomfortable pause as the Chief looks back into Ky’s folder. Ky now knows it’s time to sink or swim.
KY
(boldly)
I’m here because I hated my father and want to shoot men!
CHIEF
(closes the folder, looks up)
Sounds about right. Briefing at 10:00 sharp. Tammy’ll show you were to park yourself. My door is always open…..Knock first!
Ky understands this meeting is over, stands and starts to the door.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
Hey…ya ain’t here to write a book or something?
KY
(at the door)
Book? No… a movie… now that’s where the money is!
CHIEF
Movie hey!….As long as Pacino doesn’t play me!
KY
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I was thinking maybe a DeNiro
CHIEF
“Raging Bull” or “Goodfellas?”
KY
Too soon to tell.
The Chief smirks and waves his hand, ending this conversation. Ky heads to the door.
CHIEF
And hey Casey!….Good hurting!
She exits as the Chief picks up the phone and punches numbers in. He turns and looks out the windows.
CHIEF (V.O.)
What the hell’s this giving me the woman!
(a beat)
Sure she looks ripe on paper. She wants to write books for Chrisakes!
(a beat)
I asked for no woman. Who gives a fuck about her legs!
INT. BUREAU CONFERENCE ROOM-10:00 SHARP
A spacious room...large wooden conference table surrounded by cushioned chairs. More chairs are placed against the walls. A coffee maker stands on a small table near the entrance way.
Large windows, looking out over the City, line the back of the room. In front of the windows is a regulation size Ping-Pong table. Another small table to the side has several paddles and balls resting on top.
The walls are white with the usual array of state and city officials’ pictures arranged around the room. Another wall clock hangs on one wall near the back.
KY is seated at the conference table, respectfully near the end of the table. Her attaché case is opened and a legal size note pad sits in front of her. She is the only occupant in the room.
The door suddenly opens and two men enter. FITZY, (MIKE FITZGERALD) is a large, overweight,
30ish agent dressed in a baggy suit and pants. His shirt is new but does not match his outfit.
JIMMY LOPEZ, tall, dark, and Hispanic, is dressed to the “nines.” Expensive well-cut suit with foreign shoes and silk shirt...Jimmy has black oiled back hair, with black eyes that dart back and forth.
His pot marked face shows the vestiges of puberty. He has gold everywhere...chains, bracelets, earrings, watch, rings and a tooth.
Both agents move to the coffee maker. Fitzy pours himself a healthy cup while Jimmy leans against the wall talking and staring at Ky.
The door opens again and MARTY O’REILLY enters. Late 50’s but looking 60ish, Marty is another career cop who apparently has chosen to end his career with the Bureau. He is dressed in an old,
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brown, wrinkled suit, yellowed shirt and brown tie. His gut hangs over his belt, evidence of both some serious desk and pub time. A service revolver is struck at his side.
As he enters, he hesitates upon seeing Ky; turns and goes to the coffee maker. Marty gets his coffee and immediately lights a cigarette.
Derrick enters and walks to the coffee machine, where he jabs Fitzy.
Ky looks over at the clock...10:05.
MARTY
(pouring coffee)
Who’s the broad?
FITZ
Must be the new help Governor’s been talking about.
DERRICK
Rook’s gut some legs. Okay deadbeats! Whose turn is it?
JIMMY
(snickers as his eyes dart about)
Fat man’s turn!
FITZY
Screw that man...I’ve gut heartburn.
DERRICK
(pats Fitzy’s gut)
Time to lose the donuts...pal!
The door opens and the Chief brusquely enters, and heads immediately for the green Ping-Pong table.
He rolls up his shirt sleeves, grabs a paddle and a Ping-Pong ball.
CHIEF
(with his back still to his agents)
Whose turn?
THE MEN IN UNISON:
MEN
THE FITZ!
Poor Fitzy simply shakes his head in utter annoyance at what will happen next.
Placing his coffee down on the conference table, Fitzy walks to the small table, picks up a paddle, swings it menacingly at his fellow workers who simply laugh since they already know the outcome.
The Chief is swinging his paddle and loosening up his wrist. Fitzy does not bother to remove his coat knowing it will be all over soon.
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DERRICK
(as he moves by Ky)
Let’s go rook...meetin’s started!
Ky, somewhat puzzled, hesitates, then finally closes her case, stands, grabs her pad and pen and moves closer to the contest.
Fitzy has positioned himself at the opposite end of the table and half-heartedly prepares for the attack....the Chief winds up and smashes the ball pass a frozen Fitzy.
JIMMY
(sarcastically to the others)
Looks like its two out of three!
The Chief takes another ball and bounces it on the table.
CHIEF
Heartburn again...Fitz?
The crew, except for Ky, all laugh. Ky simply stands back against the wall, totally confused.
The Chief now hits the ball lightly across the net at Fitzy; who clumsily attempts to hit the ball, sending it bouncing into the net.
JIMMY
Two-zip!
Fitzy reaches out and grabs the ball and lobs it over the net. The Chief handles the ball...adroitly manipulating it with his paddle in a demonstration of his skills.
CHIEF
(all serious)
All right guys! The heat’s on! The Governor’s greasing up his campaign and
wants numbers!
Again the Chief lightly hits the ball to Fitzy who finally returns it over the net.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
And, we gut ourselves a new Commissioner, another good ole’ boy cut loose by the
Governor, who will soon be prancing around the state flashing her posters and her tits.
And...if you haven’t already heard, those goddamn phones are ringin’ off the hooks with every low-life calling about our bad boy daddies!
A general sigh comes from the men as the Chief lobs the ball at Fitzy.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
So boys and GIRLS let’s hit those phones...check up on the leads...and squeeze some heads!
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With this, the Chief smashes the ball pass Fitzy who makes a futile if not awkward attempt to it the ball.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
(slams his paddle down and glares at the agents)
And I want.....and let me be perfectly clear on this...one poster boy by Friday.
(several beats as he continues to glare)
Numbers boys! ....That’s all it’s about....goddamn numbers!
It pays our bills and keeps ‘em bastards elected!
CHIEF’S POV: Looks directly over at Casey.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
And by the way....if you deadheads haven’t already noticed....we have a new agent.
Courtesy of our good Governor.....Agent Casey...K.Y. (spells K.Y.) Casey....fresh from school time so I’m sure ya’ll do ya very best to welcome her aboard!
The Chief crushes another ball by Fitzy.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
Could someone teach the beach ball how to return a serve!
The Chief flips the paddle on the table, and heads out the door. Fitzy retrieves the ball and places it on the table as the men begin to exit.
DERRICK
(as he passes Ky)
Do yourself a favor sweetheart....learn the game!
MARTY
Let’s go Casey!.....Meetin’s over!
INT. AGENT’S CAR-SAME MORNING-LATER
Marty is driving on some highway, heading out of the City. A butt hangs from his lips. Ky is rigid sitting in the passenger side, staring ahead.
Jimmy, in the back, attempts to straighten out his pants to avoid any wrinkling. Reaching down, he quickly wipes a smudge from his shoes, than looks at his watch.
JIMMY
He should be there by now swilling down the brewskies.
MARTY
(smoke curling around his weathered face)
Yeah...with his asswipe biker buddies!
Marty begins to cough.
KY
(concerned, looks at Marty)
Bikers?.....as in motorcycles and tattoos?
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MARTY
No problem....it’s a Squeezer! His “ex” called and said he’s there with his “NEW” girlfriend.
JIMMY
(laughs)
Ex’s! They’re fucking beautiful! So long as the checks roll in...can’t get
‘em to say shit. But let ‘em find out the old man’s bonin’ something’ new and they’re right on that phone.
KY
Do we have a name...photo...anything on this guy?
JIMMY
We have a warrant!
MARTY
The guy’s Jack Stone....real big guy...brown hair...beard...couple of earrings...has this real passion for blood, loves to fight…..Can’t miss ‘im!
KY
Swell!....Bikers!....Carrying?
MARTY
Yup......drugs!
KY
(looks at Marty)
Drugs? Nice!.....think we should get the locals involved? How about alerting narcotics?
MARTY
(laughs)
And ruin one of their suppliers! Besides, you heard the Chief… NUMBERS!!...It’s all about numbers! Governor’s running for the Senate. The President’s re-inventing government, re-inventing society...re-inventing the whole goddamn human race! No more criminals...we’re putting ourselves out of a job.
Marty coughs violently.
JIMMY
(reaches over the seat and lightly cuffs Marty on the head)
Nah!....Still too many politicians to arrest. This one’s a squeezer!…No problema!
EXT. MITCH’S BAR- MORNING-CONTINUOUS
The bar parking lot is crowed with about twenty motorcycles...mostly Harley’s...all different sizes, colors...and lots of chrome.
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Music is heard coming from inside the bar. An alleyway is off to the right.
INT. AGENT’S CAR-CONTINUOUS
Marty slowly pulls up across the street so that all three can easily survey the scene. The car is still running as all three quietly watch several bikers exit the bar, hop on their bikes and roar off.
KY
And so...now that we’re here...does anyone have a plan?
MARTY
(shuts off the engine)
Absolutely!...let’s burn the dump down and call it a day!
JIMMY
(opening the back door)
I’ll cover the back...in case he makes a run for it. Marty...you and the
Missy there go in through the front....here’s the warrant.
Jimmy throws the warrant on the front seat and exits the car. He straightens his clothes and heads toward the alley.
KY
Great!...I get it...we simply walk in there and ask this huge biker guy who just happens to like cracking heads to accompany us to jail! In front of all his biker buddies no less!
Marty opens his door and starts out.
MARTY
Ya’re really pickin’ this up quick!
Marty adjusts his coat so that his weapon is concealed, stops in the street to light another cigarette, then continues across the street.
KY
(hurrying after him, feels for her weapon, and shakes her head)
This isn’t how I planned it! First day on the job and I’m gonna die!
MARTY
(in the parking lot)
Go inside and pretend ya need to use the phone. Look around and see if ya can spot this guy. I’ll wait out here...if we both walk in they’ll make us and he’ll spin!
Then we’ll have a real mess on our hands!
Marty throws his cigarette on the ground and vigorously crushes it.
KY
(shaking her head at this plan)
And if I see him?
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MARTY
(lights another cigarette)
Come right back out and I’ll go in and grab his nasty ass.
INT. MITCH’S BAR-MOMENTS LATER
A typical biker bar seen in all biker movies. Large dimly lit, smoke filled room...long wooden bar to the right with mirrors and numerous liquor bottles along the back of the bar.
At several barstools, bikers sit drinking.
The rest of the room is open with tables and chairs, pool tables, jukebox, pinball machines, etc.
The jukebox is blasting “Cocaine.”
A female biker is at the jukebox inserting quarters and selecting more songs.
Two bikers are playing pool. Around the scattered tables, several groups of bikers sit, drinking and laughing. Neon signs flash and blink on the walls.
Ky enters and stops at the entrance waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She quickly searches the place for a big guy...and the phone.
Ky looks around, awkwardly standing for what appears an eternity. Most of the bikers simply ignore her and continue with their own private business.
As her eyes finally focus, she quickly looks around only to realize that just about everyone in the place fits the suspect’s description.
Finally, a tall rail-thin biker covered in tattoos with a scraggly beard approaches Ky. In his hand, he has a beer bottle.
KY notices him and immediately realizes he is not the catch.
SCRAGGLY BIKER
Hey skirt!....Ya lost...or just lookin’ for a good old fashion pokin’!
KY
(sensing trouble)
No...not exactly...I’m looking for a phone.
The Scraggly Biker, now behind Ky, lifts her skirt up with the top of his beer bottle to get a better look at her legs as Ky, unaware, searches the place for Stone.
SCRAGGLY BIKER
Sorry...legs...ain’t gut no phone!
The Scraggly Biker keeps raising her skirt with the bottle revealing even more leg until Ky finally realizes what he’s doing.
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KY
(moving away)
Actually...I’m looking for Brookings Road.
SCRAGGLY BIKER
Sorry...ain’t gut one of those either!
Ky finally settles on a large biker with brown hair and reddish beard, sitting at one of the tables. Ky senses that she must do something quick.
She turns and quickly exits.
EXT: BAR-MOMENTS LATER
Ky is standing in an empty parking lot. No Marty, no Jimmy anywhere. Bullshit, she shakes her head, turns, and quickly re-enters the bar.
INT: BAR-CONTINUOUS
Ky, knowing it’s time to act, immediately walks up to the BIG BIKER seated at the table.
KY
Excuse me. Are you Mr. Jack Stone?
BIG BIKER
Who wants to know?
Ky reaches in the jacket and pulls out her credentials.
KY
Bureau of Child Support Enforcement.
All the bikers who have been watching this little episode burst out laughing.
FROM THE BACK OF ROOM
…..another large Biker slowly rises and exits the bar through a back door.
KY
( even more nervous)
Let’s see some identification…Sir!
The Big Biker at the table smiles and reaches into his back pocket area and pulls out a large hunting style knife and places it on the table. Ky immediately steps back.
ANOTHER BIKER
Look!.....It’s Jim Bowie!
Ky starts for her weapon as the Big Biker reaches for his wallet, opens it and hands her his driver’s license. Ky looks down at the license.
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KY
I’m sorry...ah...Mr. Jefferys.
Ky decides it’s a good time to leave and starts to back up as all eyes are now on her.
KY
(as she slowly begins to exist)
So, would any of you guys know where I might find...ay...Mr. Stone?
General laughter erupts across the bar.
SCRAGGLY BIKER
(who has come closer to see the goings on)
Try the phonebook...Dick!
EXT. BACK ALLEYWAY-SAME TIME
Jimmy is sitting on a beautiful Harley as the back door opens and the large biker who made the sudden escape exits. The Biker...JACK STONE...recognizes Jimmy and smiles.
STONE
Who’s the pussy?
JIMMY
(shaking his head in obvious disgust)
New fuckin’ agent! State’s in an uproar! Want’s all you guys to pay!
Stone reaches into his saddlebags on the bike and pulls out a package and hands it to Jimmy.
STONE
I pay!...and I pay good! But let me tell you something, I’d rather be in jail than pay that bitch of mine!
JIMMY
(quickly pockets the package)
You don’t have to worry about your bitch. It’s this new one here! Now screw before the pussy comes out!
Stone smiles and pats Jimmy on the back as he gets off the bike and Stone climbs on, Kicks the engine over, and slowly putts off down the alleyway.
EXT. FRONT ENTRANCE TO MITCH’S BAR- MOMENTS LATER
Marty and Jimmy are simply standing out front of the bar when Ky exits.
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MARTY
(lighting another cigarette)
Did you see him?
Jimmy doubles over laughing as Ky realizes she’s been had and pushes pass them headed for the car.
KY
Some welcome! Screw the two of you!!
INT. GOVERNOR THOMPSON’S OFFICE-DAY-AFTERNOON-LATER
Exquisitely furnished office...large mahogany desk, loaded down with family photos and portraits, particularly obvious are the photos of his daughter...his only child.
Several plush leather chairs and sofas, along with solid oak furniture including tables and bookcases, and expensive lamps selected and arranged by some costly decorator complete the room.
The walls are covered with framed photos of the Governor and numerous celebrities, including the President, Senators, world leaders and dignitaries.
There are several telephones on the desk along with a gold clock and other valuable bric-abrac.
At the back of the room are several latticed windows that overlook a gorgeous green and flowered park, complete with a fountain.
The Governor, seated at his desk with his feet up, is talking on the phone.
GOVERNOR THOMPSON
Sounds like a wonderful opportunity!
Can’t afford to turn it down, especially in today’s market.
(he chuckles)
Certainly....I plan to move on it, Senator.
The Governor’s console lights up
GOVERNOR THOMPSON (CONT’D)
Listen Chet...I need to run...daughter’s having a my first grandchild so thanks again!...And I’ll definitely see you at next week’s fund-raiser.
He hangs up and buzzes his secretary.
GOVERNOR THOMPSON (CONT’D)
Yes.....Marcy...sure. Send her right in.
The Governor hangs up and immediately grooms himself. He picks up a photo from his desk and looks at his reflection.
Standing erect, he adjusts his Brooks Brothers suit as a knock is heard at the door.
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CARLA READING enters. Smartly dressed and with an extended hand, she approaches the
Governor.
The Governor simultaneously moves from behind his desk and toward her. Reaching her, he takes her hands and affectionately kisses her on the cheek.
GOVERNOR THOMPSON
(motioning her to a sofa)
Let’s sit over here. It’s alot more comfortable.
Can I get you coffee? Maybe something stronger?
CARLA
I’m fine thank you.
(a beat as she looks up at him)
And don’t we look particularly handsome today...Governor!
The Governor smiles obviously enjoying the flattery. He takes her hands again.
GOVERNOR THOMPSON
So Carla dear...have you considered my offer?
CARLA
Francis...Francis...Francis...you just appointed me to head up the
Bureau...and now you want me to take on your Senatorial bid!
GOVERNOR THOMPSON
Carla...Carla…Carla how long have we known each other?
Thirteen….no, fourteen years now...And in those years as Assistant D.A...State
Rep...and Special Counsel to me, have you ever let me down!
Carla simply blooms from all the praise from the Governor.
GOVERNOR THOMPSON (CONT’D)
Carla...I really and truly need you now. Christ! My popularity has never been so damn low; if you believe those goddamn newspapers and their moronic polls. I need someone who knows how to work the ropes, stroke the folks, and talk to those corporate dogs to see who’s out there. We need to grab the lead before all hell breaks out and every corporate loony or townie goof ball with a buck and the fancy for living in Washington starts muddying the field.
I have Fernstein up front...he’s loyal...bright...but too damn straight! Everything’s by the books...and we know that doesn’t win elections!
(he takes her hands)
And you my dearest…are attractive, intelligent, resourceful...cunning, unrelenting, and totally unmerciful. You have more political savvy and insight than my entire idiot cabinet. And best of all….you never lose! And from what more sensational platform for us to mount a campaign than welfare reform! The voters will love it; especially after you start
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showing them some hard numbers! Actual tax payers dollars going back into their pockets! And on top of that...I’ll propose a tax cut!! We can’t lose!
(he kisses her hands)
I know dearest Carla that you can handily pull this off. And just think of all the money from all those well placed promises!
The telephone buzzes and the Governor immediately rises and moves toward his desk.
GOVERNOR THOMPSON (CONT’D)
My daughter’s expecting at anytime now.
The Governor picks up his phone.
GOVERNOR THOMPSON (CONT’D)
Yes, yes...put her through! Hello darling!
This is followed by a long silence, the Governor turns and stares out the window...he is totally crestfallen.
GOVERNOR THOPSON (CONT’D)
MOTHER OF GOD.....NO!!! And Jennifer? Still sleeping...Dr Griffin’s there. Tommy too. Now listen...listen to me! I do not want you saying a thing to anyone! Are we clear on this! Absolutely no one...no press...no telephone calls...no family...NO ONE! Until I get there! Just keep Jennifer sedated.
And tell Tommy to meet me at the airstrip. Make certain, he tells no one! I’ll be there in less than two hours...and take care of my Jennifer!
The Governor hangs up and quickly buzzes his secretary.
GOVERNOR THOMPSON (CONT’D)
Marcy....I’ll be taking a few days. Cancel all my appointments.
Call Hugh and have him get my plane ready. And get that idiot
Lieutenant Governor on the phone!
The Governor hangs up as Carla slowly walks to him. The Governor is visibly upset and simply stares out the window. Carla reaches over and touches his shoulder.
CARLA
I’ll start poking around. Flesh out my contacts and see who’s smelling ripe these days...And of course, I’ll start your position paper and do whatever it takes…Senator!
The Governor’s voice trembles as he continues to stare out at the pastoral scene.
GOVERNOR THOMPSON
It was a boy........my grandson…our second loss. Jennifer will never get another chance!
INT. BUREAU OFFICE-NEXT MORNING
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Ky is sitting at her desk drinking coffee and looking over some paperwork. She is dressed entirely different from the day before. With tight blue jeans, blue work shirt, Fila sneakers, and holster strapped to her side....now she looks like a cop!
Tammy walks by with two cups of coffee in her hands and stops at Ky’s desk.
TAMMY
I like it! Looks like ya ready to kick some ass there girlie!
Ky looks up and smiles as Tammy heads for the Chief’s office.
Jimmy, Marty, and Fitzy stroll in and head for their desks. Marty drops the local newspaper on Ky’s desk on his way by.
MARTY
Seems your boy is running for Congress!
Promises to cut welfare in half by the end of the year.
JIMMY
Translation…. Mucho dinero for the fat cats…. Meow!!
Ky looks at the headlines, announcing a possible senatorial run for the Governor. As she reads, her phone rings.
KY
Agent Casey.
As she listens, Ky quickly looks around the room at the other agents. It appears that someone is playing a prank.
KY
So...you’re telling me that you’re Jack Stone. The one and only Jack Stone!
And you missed me yesterday. And you’d like to turn yourself in….to me!
Ky suspiciously looks to see if any agents are on the phones. All are busy, but no one is on the phone.
KY (CONT’D)
I see...and you also heard about my sensational legs and great ass
…and you want to turn yourself in to see this great ass.
Jimmy and Fitzy turn away, trying to hide their laughter.
KY (CONT’D)
And....you would like to see my ass over dinner. Eight o’clock sharp no less!
Ky is now looking directly at Jimmy and Fitzy who are rolling on their desks. She looks over at
Marty who simply points toward Tammy’s desk. Ky stands on her tiptoes to look over the partition and sees Derrick on Tammy’s phone.
Derrick, seeing her, realizes the gag is up, simply waves.
KY (CONT’D)
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Sharp this!
Ky slams the receiver down and immediately sits.
KY (CONT’D)
How much longer are you all going to screw with me!
Fitzy is now on the phone and is now quickly writing something. He stands and taps Marty’s shoulder signaling he has a hot lead. Jimmy’s phone rings and answering it; he sits and huddles over his telephone receiver.
MARTY
As long as you let us! Get your coat!
Fitzy makes another quick call as Ky puts on her stylish jacket and adjusts it to conceal her weapon. Fitzy places the receiver down and walks toward Ky.
FITZY
Let’s ride! It’s a squeezer! He’s gettin’ laid.
KY
Heard that yesterday!
FITZY
Neighbor just called...said she saw Ma hustling the kidos off to school and saw deadbeat dad sneaking up the back stairs. Don’t ya just love neighbors!!
MARTY
Isn’t that a commandment? Screw thy neighbor!
JIMMY
(off his call, apparently listening in)
And thy neighbor’s wife...as often as she let’s thee!!
INT. BUREAU OFFICE-MOMENTS LATER
Derrick walks over to Ky’s desk and grabs the newspaper and moves back to his desk and sits. Propping his feet up, he begins perusing the paper when his phone rings.
DERRICK
Yes ya’lusciousness!.....Ah shit! She’s here! Tell her I’m out.
Really…she saw me…Fuck!…Send her in.
Derrick slams the phone down and rises just as Tammy enters with MRS. FRENCH.
She is an attractive woman, mid-30’s, sexy but has a whining quality.
DERRICK
(his best G.Q. smile)
Mrs. French, what a surprise. My father always said a beautiful woman in the morn will set your heart to song. Please have a seat.
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MRS. FRENCH sits, flirtatiously crossing her legs, revealing plenty of skin.
DERRICK (CONT’D)
And what can we do for the lovely Mrs. French today?
MRS. FRENCH
(to the point)
Find my low life ex-husband!
DERRICK
Mrs. French, ya know that we’ve been pursuing every possible lead in apprehending…
MRS. FRENCH
(cuts him short)
I heard the Governor yesterday and he wants those deadbeats to pay now…and how come my “ex” isn’t on his poster?
DERRICK
(fumbling)
He will be Mrs. French. I can assure ya of that…see it’s done….. alphabetically.
Derrick starts typing on his keyboard and the Mr. French’s screen comes up.
DERRICK (CONT’D)
Look here…look at all this info we have on French and look at all these actions we taken to get him. Just look here!
Mrs. French stands and provocatively leans over Derrick to peer at the screen.
DERRICK (CONT’D)
Mr. French has been listed with the Federal Locator. He can’t report any earned income without the system pickin’ it up. His name’s in the IRS databanks. He can’t get a passport and since he’s left the state; he’s a felon and as soon as the authorities nail his ass…we’ll extradite ‘im back here!
Mrs. French seems genuinely but perhaps a tad too naively impressed.
MRS. FRENCH
Really Derrick! Do you think this time you guys will get him!
DERRICK
(rising)
It’s only a matter of time now. He can’t hide forever from us and besides, we practically have his ass in a sling now and yare money will be a jinglin’ in yare pockets. Plus we’ll confiscate all his property and belongin’s so ya’ll be paid in full.
MRS. FRENCH
You know he has this new trollop and he’s spending all the money on her every whim instead of supporting his own kids.
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Mrs. French starts to sniffle and again leans on Derrick in her coquettish way.
MRS. FRENCH (CONT’D)
Derrick, I sincerely hope you get him this time. We can’t take this much longer. Please help my boys and catch that bastard…please!!
Derrick begins to walk her toward the gate, when we notice the CHIEF standing in the background near his door.
DERRICK
Rest assured…we’ll find ‘im for ya’ boys!
Derrick leads her out and returns to his desk to find the Chief there since he’s heard the entire conversation.
DERRICK (CONT’D)
Imagine…Dougie Boy with a trollop!
CHIEF
(grunts)
Businessmen and trollops same bedfellows as politicians and promises! Time to pay Frenchie a visit hey!
Derrick grabs his coat from the back of his chair.
DERRICK
Nice day for a road trip!
He starts out.
CHIEF
And hey! Tell ‘im to cool his goddamn antics! New broad and he’s out there flashing his dick and his wallet. It’s textbook for trouble.
Derrick blows Tammy an ARM SWEEPING KISS as he exits. The Chief takes the newspaper off the desk and walks to the windows, opening the paper he sees the headlines and quietly folds the paper; as he stares out into the city morning.
EXT. APARTMENT COMPLEX-LATER
Low income housing complex. Several youngsters are playing in a run-down play area. Their mothers are sitting and gabbing.
Ky, Marty, and Fitzy approach the building.
Ky looks up and spots a WOMAN’S FACE in a window. The WOMAN quickly pulls down the shade.
FITZY
(looking around)
Apartment 201. We’re on the second floor.
MARTY
(crushing out a butt)
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Goddamn!....I hate stairs! Casey…you take…
KY
(does not let him finish)
Forget it Marty! I’ll take the back...this time!
MARTY
(cracks a smile)
Goddamn!......she’s learning. Looks like you and me...pal! Let’s go humptis interruptus!
FITZY
You guys didn’t see any dogs around?
Without answering, Ky quickly but quietly moves toward the rear of the complex.
FITZY (CONT’D)
I hate dogs!
Marty and Fitzy enter through the front door of BUILDING TWO and head up the front stairs.
INT. STAIRS FOYER-DOOR-201-CONTINUOUS
Marty and Fitzy are at the door. Marty steps back as Fitzy knocks heavily on the door.
FITZY
Mrs. Simpson...Bureau of Child Support Enforcement! Open up!
INT. BEDROOM-MOMENTS LATER
A BLACK MAN and WOMAN are in bed... sleeping. A sheet is pulled half way across their naked bodies.
More HEAVY POUNDING is heard at the front door.
MR. SIMPSON’S POV: Bolting right up he reaches for his clothes on the floor, snags them and heads naked toward the back door. Mrs. Simpson slowly responds to the loud knocking.
EXT. STAIRS LANDING-MOMENTS LATER
Standing off to the left of the back door, Ky steps back just as the back door flies open and a naked Mr. Simpson exits with his clothes covering his private area.
Ky sticks her foot out tripping poor Mr. Simpson, head over heels, down the stairs...ending up face down on the ground level with his BUTT showing.
Fitzy and Marty race out onto the back landing and stop.
FITZY
Nice catch Casey!
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KY
(looking down, pleased)
Nice tush too!
Marty moves down the stairs, handcuffs out; he picks up the scattered clothes as he moves toward a sprawled out Mr. Simpson
Marty throws the clothes on a moaning Mr. Simpson.
MARTY
Hope it was worth it, Buddy! You have the right……
INT. MRS.BEE’S RESTAURANT-SAME MORNING-LATER
Derrick is seated at a window booth….on the table…a coffee cup, a newspaper, and an ashtray with a smoldering cigarette. In the ashtray, are several crushed butts.
DERRICK POV: A new pick-up truck, with ASTRAL NETLINKS INC. printed on the side, pulls up.
A MAN exits the truck and hikes toward the entrance. Well dressed, sporty-like, he tosses his suede coat over his shoulder
INT. RESTAURANT-MOMENTS-CONTINUOUS
The man, MR. WILSON (a.k.a MR. FRENCH), early 40’s, tall, woodsy looking in a rugged, conceited way, removes his Ray-Bans sunglasses and drops his coat into the booth and sits with Derrick.
WILSON
Sorry I’m late...business.
DERRICK
(smirks)
Hope it’s booming.
WILSON
Time will tell.
DERRICK
(leans forward toward Wilson)
So how are ya REALLY doing?
WILSON
(all business)
You tell me.
At that moment, a cute, young waitress approaches the booth.
WAITRESS
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Coffee?
WILSON
(looks up, eyes all over her)
Please honey.
Derrick smiles in his most sinister way and shakes his head as the waitress departs.
WILSON (CONT’D)
So what’s she up to now?
DERRICK
(in command)
Same old shit. She calls just about every day now. Today she came in yapping about ya been around town with some chick. The chick she claims ya’ve been flashing alotta money on.
WILSON
(shakes his head, amused)
She’s on them damn Xanax again! Takes them by the bottle!
DERRICK
Evidently she saw that dimwit Governor’s speech and wants to know why ya’re not one of those fuckin’ poster boys.
The waitress returns with a coffee for Wilson and pours him a cup. Turning to Derrick, he simply places his hand over the top of his cup. She moves to the next table with the coffee pot.
Wilson watches her backside as she leaves; also waiting for her to be out of range.
WILSON
Fuck man!!…I can’t have my picture plastered all over the place!
DERRICK
(lights a cigarette)
Definitely put a crimp in your style!
WILSON
So what do I do?
DERRICK
Ya stay low…real low and ole’ Derrick here will make sure ya don’t end up with that ugly mug all over creation.
WILSON
So where am I?
DERRICK
Well...let’s see.....I believe the last time I told her ya were in Arizona heading for someplace in New Mexico.
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WILSON
(staring out the window)
I’m surprised she hasn’t charted a goddamn plane yet!
DERRICK
(a deliberate attempt to focus the meeting to its true purpose)
So business is rally pickin’ up!
With this, Wilson reaches for his coat and extracts an envelope that he furtively slides into Derrick’s newspaper.
WILSON
This should cover me for a while.
Wilson stands, retrieves his coat and sunglasses and peers down at Derrick.
WILSON (CONT’D)
Why don’t you tell her Hawaii...she’s scared mindless to fly over water!
Wilson, obviously well acquainted with the routine, reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out some bills that he tosses onto the table.
DERRICK
(looks up and smiles in a condescending way)
Sure...I’ll do just that. Anything for you Frenchie!
Wilson places his sun glasses over his eyes and immediately exits the restaurant.
INT. KELLY’S SPORTS PUB-SAME DAY-EVENING
Typical Irish-American sports pub. Large glass windows overlook the street. Televisions and sports paraphernalia are everywhere. The place has a lingering hint of an Irish motif.
Fancy tables and chairs are carefully spread throughout. Little round tables hugging the columns that support the ceiling are crowded with couples. At a dart board, a mixed group of guys and gals are chatting and playing.
Waitresses are moving from table to table ...bringing and retrieving drinks.
Ky, Fitzy, Marty, and Derrick are sitting at a table. A waitress approaches and delivers four drinks.
The place is swarming with drinking people……….Fitzy raises his glass in a toast.
FITZY
One down and....too friggerin’ many to go!
MARTY
(lights a cigarette)
Chief’ll settle for a couple a week.
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DERRICK
At least......until the election’s over!
INT. KELLY’S BAR- CONTINUOUS
A DRUNK and his MALE COMPANION are seen sitting at the bar. The DRUNK is talking to a female patron; suddenly he turns laughing, and spots the Agents at their table. He stops laughing, glares; then finally stands.
The drunk, JOEY PALERMO, 30ish, dark and ruffled, taps his male friend on the shoulder.
MICKY COZOCCA, mid-20’s, sandy hair, short and ruggedly handsome turns just as Joey stumbles his way toward the Agents. Both men are Homicide cops. Joey reaches the table and surveys the group.
JOEY
Lookee!!...Lookee!!...if it isn’t those fuckin’ deadbeat cops!
MICKY
(grabs Joey’s arm)
Easy partner.
JOEY
(pulls himself free)
No!!..No!!..it’s those welfare security guards!
MARTY
(without looking up, lights a cigarette)
Well…if it ain’t the Nazi Death Squad! Don’t yous have somethin’ better to do…like giving CPR to cockroaches!
JOEY
(turns to Marty)
Woe!!!..a blast from the past!...If it ain’t good time Marty!...see you’re still swillin’it down.
MICKY
Come on Joey! Take it easy man!
JOEY
You’re right!...I forgot my manners! This is old Marty...the Captain’s keeper!
(he bends down close to Marty)
And what’s he stealing these days? Diapers? Or maybe it’s giant lollipops! I know....he’s probably figured a way to get his hands on those welfare checks!
Marty flings his cigarette into the ashtray and abruptly stands.
MARTY
Hey pal! How’s about the two of us trading some hands outside!
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JOEY
(throws his hands up in feigned fear)
No! No!...Not with old Marty! What will they say downtown?....Joey
Palermo!...champion of the pot-bellied over-the hill deadbeat division.
DERRICK
(grabs Marty as he starts toward Joey)
Hey champ!....How about throwing hands with me?
JOEY
With you puke?...fuckin’ luv to!
Derrick immediately moves forward as Micky steps between the two of them, and stops an inevitable fight.
MICKY
I think that’s about enough fun for one night! We don’t need two cops busting up this place. So let’s all go back to our own business.
(he turns to Joey)
And you Joey...looks like your business is looking for some new business.
Joey turns to look back toward the bar to see the WOMAN he was talking to speaking with another guy. Joey waves his hand in disgust at the Agents and clumsily picks his way back to the bar.
MICKY (CONT’D)
(returns to the Agents)
Sorry about Palermo...it’s way passed his bedtime! By the way, I’m Micky
Cocozza,...Homicide. Let me at least get a round for all the trouble.
Micky snags a waitress as she passes by and orders a round of drinks.
MICKY (CONT’D)
And I must say…I wish Homicide had such attractive cops.
Micky smiles at Ky and turns, heading back toward the bar.
MARTY
Goddamn pigs! I won’t drink with their kind!
Marty gets up, coughs violently, and leaves.
FITZY
I’m outta’ here before robo drunk returns!
KY
(obviously not wanting to be alone with Derrick)
Could not have asked for a better way to end the day! I didn’t realize we’re so well liked.
Well…I have an appointment with a cat.
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Ky stands and exits.
DERRICK
Four more drinks....on my pig friends!!
INT. HIGH SCHOOL LIBRARY- SAME DAY-NIGHT
Ky is in the reference area of a local town library. She begins to examine some books on a shelf.
She pulls out a book that’s cover reads...TEN EASY STEPS TO PING PONG.” She quickly returns it and seeing a librarian heads toward her.
KY
Excuse me where do you keep old high school yearbooks?
LIBRARIAN
Over under the aquarium.
Ky smiles, thanks the woman and heads over to the section. Kneeling, she begins to pull out a number of yearbooks. Satisfied, she carries about four of them to a reference table and sits.
Selecting the first book, she looks up pictures under the name Stone.
HER POV:
We see class photos of KAREN STONE, MICHAEL STONE and ROBERTA STONE. She closes the book and selects the next one and turns to the S’s. We see pictures of ALLISON
STONE, DAVID STONE, DENISE STONE, and finally JOHN STONE.
KY
(aloud)
John....Jack....Jackie!
Ky looks up to see if anyone heard or was watching her. Then quickly removes a pencil from her purse and draws a beard on John Stone’s picture.
Below his photo is his nickname...MR. DIPPLES...Ky finishes her drawing and holding the class book up...
KY
(smiles)
Gotcha! Mr. Dipples!
INT. FRANK’S BAR-SAME DAY-LATE NIGHT
The Chief is seated alone in an old man’s neighbor bar, drinking a scotch and soda. Derrick, a bit tipsy, enters and sits next to the Chief.
CHIEF
Just get back?
DERRICK
Couple of hours ago…had some drinks over at Kelly’s with the deadbeats and
Homicide.
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And?
CHIEF
We have a murder, did we?
DERRICK
Close! Fuckin’ Palermo’s up to his ole’ tricks!
CHIEF
DERRICK
Micky handled it…bought us a round too!
CHIEF
And you drank it!
Yup!
DERRICK
Derrick rises from the stool and slides an envelope to the Chief and turns to exit.
CHIEF
No stopping off now!
DERRICK
(exiting)
Scout’s honor.
DISSOLVE TO:
FADE IN:
INT. MITCH’S BAR-NEXT DAY-LATE MORNING
Same smoke filled bar scene from the last time. The bartender is stocking a cooler with beer behind the bar.
Groups of bikers are sitting around the room. The music is playing as a MALE and FEMALE
BIKER play at the pool table closest to the jukebox.
The Scraggly Biker is sitting at a table watching two other Bikers play cards. All three are drinking shots and beers.
SCRAGGLY BIKER
(leaning back in his chair to drink)
Yous two light bulbs ever gonna finish this game?
The Scraggly Biker leans back toward the table and gulps his shot down; then turns toward the bar. A tall LEGGY BLOND enters the bar.
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SCRAGGLY BIKER
Hey Mitch! How’s about a round. Well...Well!...I smell pussy!
CARD PLAYER BIKER
It’s ya breathe...pissface!
SCRAGGLY BIKER
New pussy too!
The Scraggly Biker stands with a beer bottle in hand and heads for the bar.
The LEGGY BLOND, dressed in a short leather shirt with a white low cut blouse and leather vest, leans at the bar; waiting for the bartender to return in order to get a drink.
Looking in the mirror, the LEGGY BLOND fixes her face; while her eyes search the room.
Finally Mitch arrives with several cases, places them down and goes to serve the BLOND.
MITCH
(placing a napkin in front of her)
What’ll it be sis?
LEGGY BLOND
Bud and shot of Hot Damn!
Mitch nods and turns to get the drinks. The Scraggly Biker is seen approaching the Leggy Blond.
Mitch returns with the drinks and places them on the bar.
The Leggy Blond snatches the shot glass and shots it down.
Glass?
MITCH
The Leggy Blond shakes her head in the negative and picks up the beer bottle and continues to look in the mirror, as Mitch moves off to the cases he brought into the bar.
The Leggy Blond continues to survey the area through the mirror when she notices the
Scraggly Biker approaching.
It is now apparent to us that the Leggy Blond is KY in disguise.
KY
(noticing the Biker approaching)
Shit!
The Scraggly Biker walks up, swings himself around to lean on the bar as he gawks at Ky.
SCRAGGLY BIKER
So…what’s this? Some new prospect!
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KY
Beat it creep!
SCRAGGLY BIKER
(leans closer to her)
I’d bet’s ya love to see me beat it! Me with the biggest Milwaukee vibrator ya ever spread open those long gorgeous legs!
Ky turns away from the Biker.
SCRAGGLY BIKER
Mitch! Get me and my new ride some more drinks!
Ky is frustrated. She has not spotted her catch in the mirror and the last thing she needs is being pestered by this biker creep.
Mitch returns with two shots and two beers.
Ky quickly shots the drink
SCRAGGLY BIKER
Go easy...the ole’ vibrator don’t work on dead meat!
Ky grabs the bottle of beer and turning to the Scraggly Biker, reaches down and grabs his crotch.
KY
Feels to me like the ole’ vibrator IS DEAD MEAT!
The Scraggly Biker doubles over in pain as Mitch belly laughs.
Ky finally lets go turns, walks into the bar toward the jukebox. At the jukebox, she bends over to read the selections, revealing more leg and her white panties.
As she puts some coins in, she hears from her back.
BIG BIKER
M223
Without turning Ky, punches in those numbers. From the reflection on the jukebox glass, Ky can barely make out a large tattooed biker with a full brown beard standing in back of her. He and the Female Biker are playing pool. We recognize him as the biker who talked to Jimmy the other day.
Ky’s first instinct tells her that this is her man. She slowly turns toward his smiling face.
BIG BIKER
And who do I thank for the tunes?
Ky feigns a shy smile and extends her hand.
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KY
I’m Tammy.
The Big Biker leans forward and kisses her hand.
BIG BIKER
Nice to touch ya!
Ky is about to ask him his name when the Girl Biker from the pool table steps forward and hits the Big
Biker with her pool stick.
GIRL BIKER
You playing pool or playing with the customers!
The Big Biker smiles again at Ky. GIRL BIKER turns, grabs the pool stick and heads back to the pool table.
Ky leans against the jukebox and stares as the Big Biker takes several pool shots. Now, she seems uncertain. She hoped someone might call him by name. Finally sensing the daggers from the Female
Biker, Ky turns and looks out over the room. Noticing the two bikers playing cards, Ky struts her stuff in their direction. At their table, Ky stops and swigs her beer.
RED HAIR BIKER
Say sweetie! Quick game of strip poker!
Ky
(with her best Tammy accent)
Now that wouldn’t be right fair! Me with so little on!
Ky leans over to expose more cleavage.
TOOTHLESS BIKER
(with a lecherous look)
Even’s up the odds...Hank over there had too many crashes without a helmet!
RED HAIR BIKER
Lookee who’s talkin’wonder gums....Gin!
Ky notices all the tattoos covering each of the two card playing biker’s arms. She sees that both men have names on their arms.
KY
I love men with tattoos.
RED HAIR BIKER
Wanna see’em all?
Red leans back and starts to unzip his dirty jeans.
KY
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(quickly trying to avert trouble)
So tell me. Why d’ya put your names on your arms?
TOOTHLESS BIKER
So’s our ole’ ladies can tell us apart at night!
They both laugh hysterically.
Ky smiles and realizes herein lays her answer. She looks over to see the Scraggly Biker approaching, obviously prepared for another round with her. Ky looks to the pool table and immediately heads toward the Big Biker.
The bar phone rings and Mitch answers it.
MITCH
Hey!.....Hampster...it’s for you!
The Scraggly Biker turns from his second attempt at Ky and heads for the telephone.
Ky smiles coquettishly at the Big Biker as she leans toward the table.
BIG BIKER
(looks up from his last shot and smiles back)
You play?
KY
(flirting)
Depends on the game!
The Big Biker shoots and drops the eight ball in the pocket. He looks at Ky and smiles as he walks over and begins racking the balls
Several of the Bikers sitting in the room stand and exit the bar. The Female Biker puts her pool stick down and heads for the ladies room.
Ky looks down as the kneeling Big Biker continues to pull the pool balls out and places them in the rack. With his arms outstretched, all his tattoos are evident. Ky looks down and sees “JACKIE” tattooed on one arm. Ky moves slowly but alluringly toward him as he arranges the rack.
The Big Biker stands and walks to the side pocket, closer to Ky who has reached behind her shirt and pulled out her handcuffs.
The Big Biker leans forward on the corner of the table, placing his hands across the edge as he smiles at Ky.
BIG BIKER
So...what you wanna play for?
Ky quickly reaches down and handcuffs Jackie’s outstretched wrists.
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KY
Your child support....Mr. Dipples!!
INT. BUREAU OFFICE-SAME DAY-AFTERNOON
Ky is sitting at her desk dressed in her biker grab. The blond wig is neatly placed on top of her desk tray.
Derrick and Marty are at the windows, drinking coffee and looking out.
Fitzy enters the room and walks to Ky’s desk.
FITZY
(with a genuine smile)
Heard ya gut the Stoneman.
Without waiting for a reply he ambles to his desk, sits and takes out a wrapped sandwich.
DERRICK
(out of Ky’s ear shot)
Jimmy’s gonna be pissed!
MARTY
Goddamn ‘im! She did real fine....goin’ in there alone!
DERRICK
Wait ‘til Jake hears about it!
MARTY
(looks toward Ky)
Sure he has! But the good of it is the week’s done.
Marty walks to his desk, sits and pulls out the newspaper. Derrick throws his paper cup away and goes over to Ky’s desk where he puts on the blond wig.
DERRICK
(his best imitation)
Looks guys! I’m Tammy!
Suddenly the Chief’s door opens and he quickly walks to the Conference Room without a word.
Jimmy exits the Chief’s office and walks to Derrick and Marty.
JIMMY
Meeting...NOW!!!
Jimmy keeps moving to the Conference Room as Marty and Fitzy follow.
DERRICK
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Oh Casey! Game time!
INT-CONFERENCE ROOM-MOMENTS LATER
Jimmy is standing next to the windows, staring out. Marty and Derrick are at the coffee machine. Fitzy sits and quickly finishes his lunch.
Ky enters, still exhilarated over the morning’s catch. She goes to the coffee machine and pours a cup as
Marty and Derrick move away.
The Chief is at the ping-pong table. His coat is off and his sleeves are rolled up. In one hand, he holds a paddle which he begins twisting and turning. He is in an attack position and his face shows it.
CHIEF
Anyone feeling ballsy today!!!
No one answers. Marty and Derrick look at each other as Ky leans back against the wall. She is somewhat perplexed by the attitudes.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
How about it Casey?
Ky is even more confused and looks quickly at the others who have all looked away.
KY
I don’t play.
DERRICK
Ya do now!
CHIEF
Are you a team player Casey?
Ky again looks to the others for some show of support. Sensing that this is now a reprimand for what she is not exactly certain, Ky puts her cup down and walks to the table and picks up a paddle.
The Chief immediately smashes the ball over the net and hits Ky in the chest.
MARTY
Easy Jake.
CHIEF
Boys get hurt out there when they hunt alone!
He crushes another ball at Ky, which bounces off the table.
CHIEF
And hunting alone is against Department policy! There’s no I in teamwork!
The Chief hits a third ball that still goes unanswered.
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DERRICK
Three zip!
The Chief tosses his paddle onto the table.
CHIEF
Game! Derrick....My office!!
As the Agents exit, Ky remains rooted to her spot in front of the table. Confused, hurt, and alone, Ky places the paddle down as Jimmy passes by, stoops and picks up the balls and tosses them at Ky.
JIMMY
(viciously)
Learn the Game! Rook!!
INT. CHIEF’S OFFICE-MOMENTS LATER
The Chief stands, staring out the back windows as Derrick enters.
DERRICK
Little hard there on Casey.
CHIEF
(without turning)
FUCK HER!!! SHE BROKE MY RULES!
DERRICK
Ain’t there an easier way to get rid of her?
CHIEF
Oh sure! The last goddamn thing I need around here is an inquiry. ‘specially on a second bagger from the Academy who just recently gut assigned to us from the Governor’s office.
(several beats)
They’re turning up the heat...the State’s gonna boil...And I need a big fish!
DERRICK
Stone makes two this week. And the Fitz tells me he’s gut a line on the
Lottery Man.
CHIEF
(turns and faces Derrick)
For Christ’s sakes Derrick! MINNOWS!
The Chief turns and stares out the windows.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
They’re fuckin’ minnows! I need a poster boy!
DERRICK
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We’ve gut Hailbeck stashed in Texas and Briggs in New Brunswick.
CHIEF
(shakes his head))
Too far, to complicated, and to fuckin’ risky! Besides, both pay well and on time! We need a big fish today!
(he turns and goes toward the window...a beat)
Her holiness called and she wants back on T.V with a real live face.
(more beats as the Chief looks out)
Where’s the Avery fag? He’s on the board. I want him tagged.
DERRICK
Chief...he’s gone sour...been broke for months...we heard he’s real sick…probably HIV positive by now.
CHIEF
All the more reason to grab his dead ass!
Derrick starts to protest but the Chief turns to him.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
You know what to do! And take Casey.
DERRICK
Too soon for one like this!
CHIEF
DO IT! Keep her on the inside so we all can watch her!
Derrick simply shakes his head, turns, and exits.
INT. BUREAU OFFICE-MOMENTS LATER
Ky is sitting at her desk still stunned from the meeting. The room is empty.
Tammy walks into the room and approaches Ky.
TAMMY
Freak this place honey! Its lunchtime and I need a cigarette!
Let’s you and me do women stuff and go shoppin’!
INT. DEPARTMENT STORE-LADIES SECTION-LATER
Ky is simply staring at the blouses, her mind is elsewhere. Tammy is busily sorting through some blouses.
Finally Ky picks up a very skimpy top and holds it up against her as Tammy looks over.
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TAMMY
Now that’s gut ya’ written all over it!
Ky smiles and tosses it back down on the table.
Tammy looks at Ky and sensing her despair moves toward her.
TAMMY (CONT’D)
Hey...don’t let it get to’ya! The Chief’s that way....he’s gut his reasons.
KY
(looks at her)
Reasons? To humiliate me in front of those guys for doing my job!
TAMMY
I’m tellin’ ya...it’s his reasons. Doesn’t want anyone hurt!
KY
First he wants numbers! I knew I could get Stone!
I didn’t need any more welcoming games or screw-ups from those guys!!
TAMMY
Look...Jake was a great cop. Best in the Department. Coulda gone all the way.
(as she picks through the blouses)
But shit happens. And there’s a real fuck up! Missing drug money! Chief gets fingered and takes the rap. Some one upstairs saves his ass and he gets kick down to the Bureau.
KY
(now picking through the blouses)
Well...that explains Kelley’s!
(a beat)
He do it?
TAMMY
Hell no! Jake’s too much cop for that! Bein’ a cop’s his whole life....it’s what he lives for and cause of it, he’s lost everythin’....family, friends, promotions, everythin’.
Ky looks over to the next counter just in time to see another WOMAN stuffing clothes into her hand bag.
KY
What the heck is she doing?
Tammy looks over.
TAMMY
(nonchalantly)
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Shoppin’ in the nineties!
EXT. THE RAINBOW CLUB-SAME DAY-NIGHT
KY is standing in front of a FLASHING NEON LIGHT attempting to look inside. With her hand to the glass window, it appears that she cannot make anyone out.
Dressed to kill, KY turns and looks at her watch as a couple enters the club. Ky paces. More couples arrive and enter. Looking at her watch for the third time, Ky takes one more look up and down the street, finally turns and enters the nightclub.
INT. RAINBOW CLUB-CONTINUOUS
The club, a tacky decorated bar, is dimly lit. There are mirrors and chrome decorations everywhere.
There are booths along the left side wall, filled with drinking, necking couples. The place is packed. A long bar is to the right with chrome trimmed bar stools.
Large mirrors adorn the back wall of the bar along with shelves of liquor intertwined between an assortment of campy pictures and phallic embellishments.
Music is coming from the back area where there is a dance floor; also crowded with dancing couples
Ky slowly moves down the bar and is bumped by a large, heavily MADE-UP WOMAN, obviously a guy.
WOMAN
(an effected voice)
Excuse me...honey!
Ky quickly figures out what kind of bar she is in. She cautiously walks and looks about, more people arrive while others head for the dance floor.
Ky passes another WOMAN, fashionably dressed, sitting on a bar stool. She has sandy hair with a cream colored dress, matching pumps and stockings. She is sipping a martini. Seeing
Ky, the WOMAN sticks her foot out and tries to kick Ky; but misses.
THE WOMAN IS DERRICK IN DRAG
Psssst!
DERRICK
Ignoring this, Ky continues down the bar obviously in search of him.
DERRICK
(in desperation, he calls out)
Casey!....Hey Casey!
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Ky turns and looks back up the bar. Derrick sticks his wigged head out from behind the other bodies sitting at the bar.
Ky stops dead in her tracks and peers at the woman. Finally recognizing him, she can hardly contain herself and walks back to where he’s seated.
KY
So...is this your second job? Or are you out on a date?
DERRICK
(grabs Ky by the arm and pulls her close)
Cut the lip lady and listen! Ya’re here cause the Chief wanted it this way. I don’t need any more crap!!! Comprede! Ya’re late...and we need this derelict!
KY
I’d be careful who you’re calling a derelict!
DERRICK
Avery’s a poster boy...and last word I had he hangs here.
Another patron bumps into Ky and smiles.
KY
Well I see you’re a least dressed for this.
DERRICK
The photo we have of ‘im is over three years old. So expect almost anythin’.
KY
Maybe I should have dressed like a sheep?
(she shakes her head and smiles)
So then...what I am looking for? Him? Her? Both?
Derrick and Ky both look about.
DERRICK
This place is the real thing…nuclear on the danger scale…never know who ya messin’ with. And God only knows what Avery’s preference is these days. He could be a fuckin’ leprechaun for all we know!
KY
Well, in that case, I think I’ll try down by the dance floor since it looks like you have all the angles covered here!
As she turns and starts away, Derrick again grabs her arm and pulls her close to him.
DERRICK
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No funny stuff! Hear me Casey! Let’s tag this guy and get the hell out.
This is no sissy biker bar. These creeps will cut ya real quick and real permanent!
KY
Doesn’t take much to convince me!
Ky reaches over and fixes Derrick’s earring, smiles again, pats him on the cheek, turns and heads down the bar, desperately attempting to mask her giggles.
Derrick turns on his stool and kicks out his legs before provocatively crossing them, in a demonstration that he’s interested. Derrick is a pro at this.
Ky now at the dance floor stops and looks the couples over. Someone taps her on the shoulder and she turns to face MICKY COCOZZA.
Micky is dressed in a jacket and sports shirt.
KY
Certainly my night for surprises!
MICKY
I was just going to say the same thing to you.
KY
I’m looking for someone.
MICKY
So am I. Let’s dance and look together!
Micky and Ky head off onto the dance floor.
At the other end of the bar, a tall YOUNG MALE sits down next to Derrick. And immediately enters into a conversation with him.
Derrick looks down to see Ky dancing away. Her back is to him. Derrick quickly rises and walks off toward the rest rooms. The male friend follows.
INT. LADIES ROOM-SAME TIME
Large softly lighted bathroom with several stalls. Derrick is seen quickly checking each stall.
The bathroom is empty. At the last stall, Derrick enters; followed by the YOUNG MALE.
DERRICK
Ya’re positive he’s there!
The YOUNG MALE nods and goes down on Derrick.
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Derrick smiles and lays back against the stall wall.
EXT. BUREAU PARKING LOT-SAME NIGHT-LATER
The Chief, dressed in a rain coat and hat, exits the front door and heads for his car.
As he approaches his vehicle, lights from another vehicle parked in the back of the lot flash repeatedly.
The Chief stops and looks as the lights flash again. He looks around the lot and finally walks toward the vehicle. At the car, he immediately opens the passenger door and jumps in as the engine starts and the car pulls out of the lot heading for the exit.
INT. LINCOLN TOWNCAR-MOMENTS LATER
CARLA READING is driving the car. The Chief is sitting and waiting. She is smoking a cigarette that she quickly extinguishes.
CARLA
(grins)
I was going to call but I thought I’d surprise you! Don’t you like surprises, Jake?
CHIEF
(staring ahead)
Too old for surprises. Lookin’ good as usual....still climbin’ I see! D.C. in your sights…hey!
CARLA
Jake...aren’t you ever going to let go!
CHIEF
(still staring ahead)
Oh...I’ve done that Carla...believe me. I’ve done it many times!
(several beats)
And I haven’t forgotten what you did.
Carla reaches over and touches his leg and smiles in appreciation.
CARLA
Heard your Agents bagged a poster boy tonight.
CHIEF
They did and they didn’t.
The Chief waits and continues to look ahead.
CARLA
How’s that again?
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CHIEF
Murray and the broad chased his ass down in queenie town.
(a beat)
Guess the old fag’s heart couldn’t take it....had a cardiac right there on the street.
(another beat)
Had three grown kids! Poor bastards…ole’ dad was a pillow cruncher.
CARLA
Who cares Jake! It’s all in the numbers! Everything is in the numbers!
And Thompson needs those numbers! Cross him off the big board!
There is a long pause as it begins to rain and both continue to measure each other up. The
Chief still silent, stares ahead as Carla puts on the windshield wipers.
CARLA (CONT’D)
Looks like Casey’s working out all right.
CHIEF
She’s gut balls.
CARLA
And?
CHIEF
Can’t tell yet….too soon. She’s all business. English literature or something.
Remember? She a goddamn school teacher Carla! Belongs in a classroom.
Probably write a goddamn book!
CARLA
I thought you said a movie.
(a long beat as she smiles)
Who do you think would play me?
CHIEF
Fuckin’ DeNiro!
The Chief lights up a cigarette, inhales deeply, turns and opens the window to exhale.
The silence continues. The Chief smokes as Carla turns off the highway.
CARLA
I thought you might suggest a kinder, gentler actor like…
(another long pause as they drive, finally)
Well, I can see you getting tired of gnawing on your tongue with why we’re driving around out here; so I’ll come right out with it
CHIEF
(as if he’s been waiting for this, throws the butt out)
Forget it Carla. I won’t do it!
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CARLA
Yes you will. You don’t have a choice!
The Chief looks out the passenger window as the rain beads up on the glass. Carla’s reflection is seen in his window, as she drives and looks over at him. She knows he’s remembering the past, and she waits.
CHIEF
( finally looking at her)
For Christ’s sakes Carla! It’s too soon!
CARLA
(delighted, she lights a cigarette)
Jake...it’s been well over a year!
CHIEF
It’s still fuckin’ too soon! They’re still looking!
CARLA
They’ve quit! Besides, they’re welfare. They simply smother their grief with more kids!
CHIEF
(remembering, looks out into the rainy darkness)
They never quit!
(several beats)
Until there’s a corpse.
CARLA
(she exhales)
So don’t botch this one up. Keep it simple.
CARLA
Last time Jake....I promise!
Another long silence as it begins to rain heavier.
CHIEF
(with a subdued chuckle, still staring out)
They’re never simple.
CARLA
(plays her ace)
Half a mil!!
The Chief seems unaffected and continues to watch the rain on the windshield.
CARLA (CONT’D)
Five hundred K, if it’s done right!
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The Chief reaches back to scratch his head.
CHIEF
I’m gettin’ far too fuckin’ old for this business!
(several beats)
Hundred up front! The only way I’ll do it!
Done!
CARLA
(jubilant, smiles)
CHIEF
(looks over to her and points his finger)
Last fuckin’ time Carla!
Carla has circled back and is now entering the Bureau parking lot. She pulls up, away from the Chief’s car.
CARLA
Last fuckin’ time Jake!
Carla hands Jake a piece of paper. Jake takes it and opens the door and exits the car.
EXT: PARKING LOT-NIGHT-CONTINUOUS
Carla immediately drives away. The Chief stands momentarily, looks at the building, opens the paper, reads it, and crumbles it up and tosses it down.
The paper swirls around in the rushing water created by the rain and we watch it slowly flow into the sewer.
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE-NEXT MORNING-EARLY
Fitzy, dressed in a store shirt, is busily stocking shelves next to the lottery machine. Jimmy is in the back aisle flipping through girlie magazines. Several customers are lined up paying for assorted store items.
The LOTTERY MAN enters and stands at the lottery machine as a store employee attends to his needs.
LOTTERY MAN
Box 3794 for seven days and I’ll have…
Fitzy quickly steps forward from behind the aisle shelf.
FITZY
Mr. Carlson, I’m Special Agent Fitzgerald and I have a warrant for your arrest for default on your court ordered child support payments.
LOTTERY MAN
Ay….Agent sir….you gut the wrong guy. My name…
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FITZY
(to the cashier)
What were those numbers again?
CASHIER
Three seven nine four boxed!
FITZY
Sorry there Mr. Carlson. Afraid you gut the winning number…you have the right to remain….
INT. BUREAU OFFICE-NEXT MORNING-LATER
Ky walks into the office and goes to her desk and sits. She has a large brown purse.
Marty is seated at his desk, feet propped up, reading the day’s paper.
MARTY
Made the front paper with Avery. The first real DEAD deadbeat!
Ky rummages through her bag and pulls out a pair of cream colored pumps.
KY
Derrick lost these last night...he doesn’t run well in heels.
Ky walks to Derrick’s desk and drops them.
MARTY
But he loves wearin’em!
Jimmy and Fitzy enter into the office. Jimmy walks over to Marty as Fitzy stops to throw a coffee container away.
JIMMY
Just collared 3947 boxed! Crazy bastard! His wife says he plays that number every Wednesday morning. Well…he hit his number today.
Number nine on The Hit Parade!
Jimmy, at to the poster on the wall, crosses out Number Nine, John Carlson.
FITZY
Heard you gut your man…DEAD COLD!
The men all laugh as Ky pulls up Avery’s screen on her computer.
JIMMY
So tell us Agent Casey. Is it true that Avery choked to death on Derrick’s slong?
FITZY
Where the hell is he anyway? I see he left his work shoes.
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KY
Last time I saw him, he was sitting in a black and white with his blouse wide open!
JIMMY
Sure his pants weren’t open!
There is a commotion at the front desk and the ruckus is heard by all.
Tammy is attempting to calm down some irate WOMAN who is furiously demanding to see
Mr. Murray or his supervisor.
MRS. FRENCH ENTERS THE BULLPEN
MRS. FRENCH
Is Officer Murray in? I need to see DERICK RIGHT AWAY!
Ky quickly stands and goes to her as Tammy is about to drag her back to the waiting area.
KY
(escorts her to her desk)
Why don’t we have a seat while we wait for Agent Murray.
Mrs. French sits and crosses her legs. Noticing that all the men are staring, she turns to Ky.
MRS. FRENCH
Thank you Miss.....
KY
Casey. Agent Casey.
MRS. FRENCH
(she begins to ramble)
I’m really sorry about all the fuss. But I can’t seem to help myself lately. You see I haven’t received any support from my ex-husband in over a year. He’s very wealthy and no one can seem to find him.
(she pauses to collect herself)
But if I was on that welfare or something, sure as hell they’d find him
Agent Casey! I’ve got bills like everyone else and with two growing boys that need things; his boys, his flesh and blood that he doesn’t give two shits about.
And now I’ve learned that he started this new computer company under an assumed name and no one can find him!
(she begins to cry)
Worse of all one of my girlfriends swears she saw him riding around the beach with his new girlfriend...in a brand new red sports car. And I have to worry about returnables on soda cans.
(now she is weeping) because his picture would be plastered in the newspapers like all those others.
(she now leans on Ky’s desk)
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Do you know, I can’t remember the last time I brought myself something new!
Ky has been transfixed by Mrs. French’s story as if remembering her own past. She pulls out a tissue and hands it to her.
KY
I do understand your situation...I really do! Mrs. French.
MRS. FRENCH
Thank you! And please... it’s Christina.
KY
Mrs. French. We’re here to help everyone feeling the hardships caused by non-supporting parents. We’ll check out all the leads and also contact the IRS and state revenue department. Now what was the name of your girlfriend who thinks she saw your ex-husband?
MRS. FRENCH
Alice. Alice Buzzell. And let me tell you another thing. Officer Murray just yesterday told me he’ll personally put Doug’s ass in a sling once the authorities catch up with him in Arizona! Arizona?? Alice swears she saw him day before last at the fucking beach!
(embassarssed)
I’m sorry…I’m even starting to talk like them!
KY
It’s difficult remaining calm under these circumstances.
MRS. FRENCH
I just don’t know what to believe anymore! Maybe I should just fly out there myself and go to the first titie bar and there he’ll be tossing my kids money at the one with the biggest….
Derrick quietly enters through the gates.
KY
Why don’t you just let us do our jobs and we will find him.
MRS. FRENCH
Maybe I should talk to Derrick’s boss?
DERRICK
And he’d tell ya the same things I’ve tellin’ ya Christina! And besides,
was just getting’ ready to call ya with so more good news. So why don’t ya hop on over here to my desk and it’ll save me the phone call.
Derrick looks menacingly at Ky.
DERRICK
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And while we doin’ that Agent Casey why don’t ya get us some coffee!
Ky gaves him the eye right back, but feeling for Mrs. French, Ky goes for coffee.
DERRICK
(now at his desk)
Now Christina, the good news that I was just about to call ya with…is
I received a call from the authorities in Hawaii and that think they’ve located Mr. French.
MRS. FRENCH
(jumps up from her chair)
Hawaii!! What the hell are you talking about!
Doug was just seen at Riverside Beach not two days ago!
Ky returns with the coffee and gives it to Mrs. French who turns now to Ky.
MRS. FRENCH (CONT’D)
Now he’s trying to tell me my ex’s in Hawaii!!
(turning back to Derrick)
You people must be chasing the wrong Doug French!
I’m going to hire a private investigator like my girlfriend told me to do. Then we’ll see some results!
Mrs. French tosses the coffee in the wastepaper contain, grabs her purse and storms out through the gate.
Tammy walks in just in time to zing him.
TAMMY
What’s the problem lover boy…losing the old touch!
Tammy laughs and heads toward the Chief’s office. Ky, back at her desk, is on her computer finishing her report.
DERRICK
The freakin’ balls of some women! She lives in a million day home her ex simply left her! Why doesn’t she just sell the fuckin’ house!
KY
(shakes her head)
You don’t get it. Do you bonehead!
MARTY
(not wavering from his newspaper)
Market’s down.
Jimmy enters and walks over to Derrick’s desk and picks up the heels now sitting in his folder tray.
JIMMY
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Say punta…I have this wicked thing going tonight. Think I could borrow your fuck-me pumps!
Jimmy quickly makes it to his desk and ducks as one of the shoes flies over his head.
INT. MARLEY’S BAR AND GRILL-SAME-NIGHT-LATER
Small old bar mostly frequented by old timers. The place shows both its age and use.
FRANK...the bartender, late 60’s, wears a hearing aide and a dirty white apron tied around him.
The bar is for the lost souls who come here simply to drink and forget life passed them by.
Derrick sits at the bar playing the poker machine. He is not at all bothered by the fact that the machine is illegal. He has a shot glass and beer in front of him. It is apparent that he is waiting for someone.
A clock on the wall reads 9:30 PM.
The door swings open and the Chief, in raincoat and hat, enters. Spotting Derrick, he takes the empty seat next to him. For all practical purposes, they are alone.
Usual.
CHIEF
(to Frank)
Derrick continues playing the poker machine, occasionally sipping on his beer, waiting for the Chief to say something.
The bartender returns with the Chief’s drink. He takes a gulp and puts it down on the paper napkin.
CHIEF
(without looking at him)
The French woman’s outta control, wouldna’ ya say? I heard her bitchin’ from my office!
DERRICK
(still concentrating on the game)
Saw the Avery article. It set her off.
CHIEF
(finishes his drink and signals for another)
So whaddaya doing about it?
DERRICK
(putting more money into the machine)
I’ll take care of it.
CHIEF
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Shit better well...he pays good and regular...don’t want to give ‘im up...not this early.
DERRICK
I’m set. Gut some photos of him in Florida.
She’ll think its Hawaii and it’ll quiet her down for awhile.
(long pause)
I can handle Christina.
The Chief finishes his drink and orders still another. Derrick continues with his game. Long pause.
DERRICK
So what’s it ya really asked me here to talk about?
CHIEF
(without hesitation)
Another pickup!
DERRICK
(looks at the Chief)
No way ray!….Still too fuckin’ hot out there man!!
CHIEF
I gut someone takin’ care of that.
DERRICK
(inserts more money)
Last one gut real messy.
CHIEF
Jimmy’s out. He ain’t been lookin’ right these days. Time for a V.K.
DERRICK
Fuck a V.K. he needs a long fuckin’ house lockup in some rehab.
(finally hits on the machine)
So how much?
CHIEF
(sucking on a piece of ice)
Twenty large up-front.
The Chief motions for another drink.
DERRICK
And at delivery?
CHIEF
Twenty more.
DERRICK
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Big player…huh!
The bartender delivers another drink for the Chief and pours a shot for Derrick.
Derrick nods and continues with his play.
CHIEF
A male...two to three months old...the younger the better...blue eyes...good white stock...a thoroughbred. No goddamn welfare, this time!
DERRICK
(smirks)
And circumcised too?
The Chief swallows down his last drink, reaches into his pocket and tosses some bills on the bar; and puts his hat on and starts for the front door.
CHIEF
(without turning)
One week or forget it!
The Chief exits as Derrick unaffected by all this puts more money into the machine and sipping his beer, plays on.
EXT. JIMMY’S CAR- NEXT MORNING
Jimmy is sitting in is car reading a newspaper. He is parked in an abandoned warehouse building.
Soon we hear the noise of approaching motorcycles. The bikes pull up to the side of Jimmy’s car.
One BIKER disembarks and walks to Jimmy. The Biker passes a package in through the window as another package exits the window. The Biker puts the package down his shirt and heads back toward his bike.
JIMMY
Hey Chico!...Ain’t my fault man about the Stoneman!
She went out on her own.
CHICO
Bitch’s gotta pay!
JIMMY
Right with ya’s bro!
The Bikers drive away.
INT. LIVING ROOM-SAME MORNING-LATER
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Derrick and Marty are sitting in the living room of MARY CARRINGTON, who is holding a small child in her arms.
Two other children, boys probably two and four, play in front of the T.V.
MARY
I just made a fresh pot of coffee. Would you fellas like a cup?
Both men nod in the affirmative.
MARY (CONT’D)
Let me put Sarah in her playpen and we’ll go into the kitchen and talk.
All three move into a small, homey kitchen. Marty and Derrick both sit at the kitchen table.
Mary hustles about with cups, milk and sugar.
DERRICK
The Bureau really thanks you for calling and offering help in locating Mr. Carrington.
MARY
I saw his picture on one of your posters and since I haven’t seen or heard from him in close to a year now and I know he’s been working local...under the table…of course.
Mary brings the coffee over and pours the cups.
MARTY
Would ya know where he’s working?
MARY
I’m not exactly sure. You see my sister-in-law claims she saw him riding in a truck over in
Redwood with either Labonte Construction or Laboy Construction written on the side. She wanted to get close but she’s afraid of him…especially now with the new baby.
DERRICK
(writes it down)
Well...we’ll check both places and if he’s there...we’ll do our job.
MARY
I also wanted to let you know that he looks different now...different from the picture in the paper. That’s an old police photo on the poster.
MARTY
How do ya mean different?
MARY
Well...for one...he’s shaved his head and he’s put on some more weight.
DERRICK
Would ya have a more recent photo of ‘im to sorta help us out in who we’re lookin’for?
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MARY
(at the counter, turns to think)
I don’t have one with his hair gone but I do have some close-ups taking at Billie
Bob’s last party. If only I could remember what I did with them?
MARTY
(noticing some photos stuck to the refrigerator)
Would that be him with the kids?
Mary turns and looks.
MARY
Oh....that’s him when Sarah was first born. I have recent ones.
Mary goes to kitchen draw and opening it pulls out numerous pictures. Moving to the kitchen table, Mary sorts through the photos.
Derrick notices photos of a young child, obviously a new born boy.
DERRICK
What a lovely picture of your daughter.
Mary picks up the picture and laughs.
MARY
I see you’re not a married man, Agent Murray! This is my sister’s new baby boy. Isn’t he a doll!
Derrick takes the picture from her and admires the boy.
DERRICK
He’s a cutie!
MARY
My sister got all the looks...and smarts. Married a college guy and they just bought a new home over in Redwood on Hunter’s Drive.
(a beat, as Mary places the photo down)
I’ve been meaning to get some little frames for the pictures.
(more beats as Mary continues to look)
Ah…here’s the one!
DERRICK
Yes in deedie! Looks like he put on several extra pounds.
Derrick hands the photo to Marty.
MARTY
Well...this certainly narrows it down. And who said Andre the Giant is dead!
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DERRICK
Think we can keep this until we locate the big fella?
MARY
Sure...is there anything else you need from me?
DERRICK
More coffee? Please!
Mary smiles and turns and walks to the coffee maker to retrieve the pot. Derrick quickly fingers through the photos on the table, grabs one and stuffs it in his coat pocket.
Mary pours Derrick a cup and offers Marty who declines.
Derrick quickly swallows down the coffee and is ready to leave.
DERRICK
(extending his hand)
We both want to thank ya again for all the help and hope to have good news in a day or so.
Marty, on cue, follows Derrick out.
INT: POLICE GYM-SAME DAY-MID-AFTERNOON
Ky, dressed in fashionable sweats, is warming up at the heavy bag going through a light punching routine. Fitzy, dressed in baggy sweats and a towel wrapped about his neck holds the bag.
Fitzy
Ya’ve hit the bag before!
Ky
Only when I need to keep my frustration level in check! I fixate on one spot…and…well…you know!
Fitzy
Anyone I know?
Ky continues her light routine as we pull back to see MICKY and JOEY working out with weights across the Gym. Next to them, we see a boxing ring with two cops duking it out. Micky rises from the bench and begins to towel off when he spots Ky at the heavy bad.
Micky continues to wipe the sweat off as he moves toward Ky and Fitzy.
MICKY
Care to step in the ring with me…there Killer??
KY
Sorry! Fitzy and I were just about to hit the steam room.
MICKY
Fitzy I can understand but you?
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Neither one of them say anything as Ky continues to hit the bag.
MICKY (CONT’D)
You lucky dog Fitz! Care if I join yous?
Joey approaches the heavy bag area.
FITZY
OH-BOY! Speaking about the dogs! Gee just look at the time!
JOEY
Hey fat man! What in the hell are you doing here? Can’t buy lunch here!
FITZY
Casey…huh…I think I’ll head back now.
Fitzy leaves. Mickey grabs hold of the heavy bag as KY continues her workout.
Joey now steps up and pushing her to the side, starts to rein hell down on the bag.
JOEY
Why don’t you let a man show you how to hit the heavy bag!
Micky braces himself as Joey begins to pummel the bad doing his best STALLONE meat punching imitation.
KY
Impressive. So what else can you do?
JOEY
Well for one, I can take you over to that ring there and knock the snort out of that silly pointed nose of yours!
KY
(to Mickey)
Is he always this bent!!
JOEY
Only to smart-ass girlie cops who wanna pretend to be men!
MICKY
Sooo….I guess the stream room’s pretty much out of the question?
KY
Actually, I think I’d rather step in the ring and see what your “boy” there can do!
All three walk toward the ring which is now vacant. Joey throws some head gear and gloves to Ky.
She puts the headgear on and gets help from Micky in lacing her gloves.
MICKY
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It’s not too late for that steam!
Ky waves him off and enters the ring, followed by Joey.
MICKY
Okay guys! Three knock down rule. I want to see a good clean fight.
No scratching….no biting or hair pulling…and Joey no cheap shots.
What am I saying…get out of there Ky before someone gets hurt!
Ky moves toward Joey as Micky attempts to pull her out of the ring.
JOEY
On the count of three!
DERRICK has now entered and is standing at the bottom of the ring.
DERRICK
(quickly)
ONE-TWO-THREE!
Joey comes right after Ky and throws a wick punch to the head which Ky deftly steps aside missing the punch. Joey turns and attacks as Ky simply steps, ducks, and moves about avoiding all of Joey’s punches.
Joey is now extremely pissed and attacks again but continues to miss his mark. After several more misses, Ky simply drops her arms, turns to exit the ring just as Joey charges and lands a hard punch to the side of Ky’s head sending her down. Micky rushes to help her up.
DERRICK
One-two-three-ya’re outta there, Casey!
MICKY
Are you okay?
Ky slowly stands with the aid of Micky. Ky shakes her head clear and pushes Micky back.
She motions for Joey to come back into the center of the ring.
JOEY
Fuckin’A! Need some more of me, hey grunt!
Joey moves forward with another vicious swing as Ky quickly steps to the side and lands a kick to
Joey’s mid-section buckling him to the canvas. Joey lies dazed with the wind knocked out of him as
Ky exits the ring.
Derrick moves to Ky.
I was rooting for ya all along!
DERRICK
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INT. BUREAU OFFICE-LATE AFTERNOON
Ky is at her desk on her computer. Fitzy is sitting at his desk having a coffee and donut as he reads the paper.
KY’S POV:
Typing Mrs. Christina French’s name into the computer.
ON THE COMPUTER SCREEN:
NO FILE FOUND. She types in several variations of the name. Still NO FILE. She goes onto the Federal Locator and still NO RECORD.
She looks over at Fitzy who is lost to his donut; but says nothing.
Ky goes on line to PEOPLE SEARCH DIRECTORY and types in ALICE BUZZELL.
Finding several listings, she prints the names.
Ky closes her screen and picks up her phone.
KY
Yes...Hello. Alice Buzzell?..No Alice? I see. Would you have a relative by that name? I see. Sorry.
Ky tries the other phone number.
KY (CONT’D)
Hello...I’m calling for Alice Buzzell....I see. And you have no relatives name Alice. Thank you.
Ky puts the phone down. Tammy has entered the room with some paper work.
TAMMY
What’s goin’ girlie?
KY
Browsing the highway.
Tammy drops some paperwork at Derrick’s desk and walks over to Ky.
TAMMY
Don’t ya just love our new system.
KY
With a little time and some tricks…it’s like having all the world’s libraries at your fingertips.
TAMMY
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Once I looked myself up and found everythin’ from my credit ratin’ to my new bra size!
Tammy giggles and exists. Ky returns to the computer and punches in some numbers for another state and writes a number down.
KY
Alice Buzzell please! Working? This is a old friend of your mother’s and I need to talk to her. I see okay....Thank you!
Ky writes down an address and hangs up. Looking at the address, she realizes it is an address unknown to her. Pondering a moment, she looks to Fitzy who is munching on his last donut.
KY
Hey Fitzy....ever hear of Joseph’s Beach House?
FITZY
(without dropping a crumb)
Best Shrimp Scampi east of the North End!
Ky laughs and walks to his desk.
KY
You wouldn’t....by any stretch of your gastronomical imagination have the address?
FITZY
(writing it down)
My stomach knows it by heart!
KY
I’ll bring you back a cannoli!
Ky takes the address, picks her coat up by her desk and heads out.
EXT. REDWOOD-HUNTER’S DRIVE-MORNING-LATER
Derrick and Marty are in a car searching for the new home. Turning down HUNTER’S DRIVE,
Derrick drives slowly through the new development.
Marty searches one side as Derrick looks on the other. Marty slaps Derrick’s arm and inconspicuously points to a young woman sitting on her front porch, rocking a baby in her arms.
Derrick smiles as they drive past.
EXT. LOCAL HIGH SCHOOL-SAME DAY-NOON
High school students are milling about in a fenced schoolyard. Some kids are listening to music while others dance; others are shooting hoops or simply hanging out and talking.
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Jimmy is seen entering the gates of the yard and is immediately approached by a BLACK
SECURITY GUARD.
Jimmy is carrying a lunch bag and soda can in his hands.
SECURITY GUARD
Jimmy!....Que pasa?
JIMMY
(he enters the security area and the alarm goes off, he shows his gun)
Como estas amigo?
They perform some ritual handshake.
JIMMY
Marina always forgets her Willy’s lunch.
SECURITY GUARD
Ay Marina!....Esta bien!
JIMMY
Like you really have a chance!
SECURITY GUARD
She grabs ahold of this… ya’all be callin’ me bro-law!
Jimmy simply smiles and walks toward the basketball area.
All the kids recognize Jimmy and call out to him
KIDS
Que pasa Tigre!
Jimmy smiles and waves, proud of his heritage.
JIMMY
Miguel! Where’s is he!
MIGUEL
Tigre!...Willy skipped... outside things to take care of....business!
JULIO
Tigre what’s for lunch man? Any gandules?
Julio tries to grab the bag from Jimmy’s hand. Jimmy reacts like a cat and pulls it away.
JIMMY
Julio! Want me to bust you for larceny!
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FRANKIE
Ya can’t bust ‘im...ya’a no real cop!
JIMMY
Tell that to my compadre!
Jimmy lifts his coat to reveal his gun.
JULIO
Tigre is a bad dad chaser!
JIMMY
(reaches over and grabs him)
That’s right Julio and you tell your Papi to pay or this bad dad chaser will be paying him a visit.
JULIO
Somebody all ready did He’s in jail!
All the boys laugh as Jimmy turns and leaves. The boys call out, “ADIOS.”
JIMMY
Con cuidado!
EXT. TELEPHONE BOOTH-SAME DAY AFTERNOON
Derrick is ON THE PHONE in an outside lot.
DERRICK
(with growing anger with each statement)
She’s threatenin’ to hire a private investigator!
She’s not buyin’ it anymore. Claims ya’ been spotted cruisin’ the beach with ya’ new car and ya’new friend! What did I tell ya’ in the beginnin’about takin’ this kind of shit out in public! Why don’t ya just advertise in the fuckin’paper!
(a beat)
What do I do? No Dougie boy! What do you do?
(a long pause as he listens)
Do ya know what ya’ askin’? Anythin’ can be arranged. So longs the cash’s there! And I mean cash up front and plenty of it!
(several beats)
And stay the fuck off the beaches!
Derrick shakes his head, hangs up the phone and waits for the traffic to pass. He trots across the street to an outside luncheonette where Marty sits eating a hamburger and drinking a beer.
INT. JIMMY’S CAR DOWNTOWN-AFTERNOON-LATER
Jimmy is driving the downtown streets searching for Willy.
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Ahead, he sees an unmarked detective’s car with flashing bubble on top pulled to the side.
Two detectives are questioning both Willy and his friend.
Jimmy slams his fist against the steering wheel and pulls up behind the police car.
EXT: DOWNTOWN STREET-CONTINUOUS
Jimmy walks up to Willy and viciously slaps him across the face.
DETECTIVE ONE
Hey! What the fuck asshole!
Jimmy flashes his badge.
JIMMY
My sister’s been looking for him all morning. What these little boys do?
DETECTIVE TWO
This one here had his face in the car of a known dealer.
Jimmy turns and slams Willy against the wall.
DETECTIVE ONE
Easy pal!
The DETECTIVE grabs hold of Jimmy’s arm, stopping him from hitting Willy again.
JIMMY
How many times do I have to tell you about that shit! Drugs kill! Now get your asses in my car!
Both boys bolt to Jimmy’s car.
JIMMY
(walking to his car)
Wait till his mother gets him.
INT. JIMMY’S CAR-CONTINUOUS
Jimmy drives down some back street. The boys sit in the back.
JIMMY
Just one question! What the fuck were you two thinking!
WILLY
Tigre! We waited for you! My dopers...won’t wait!
JIMMY
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No fucking excuse! There’s never any excuses in this business. Excuses get people hurt real bad! Too many alligators and not enough water! And what do you two stupidos do? You’re on the streets. Why the fuck don’t you both just carry a sign!
ROBERTO
Perdon Tigre!
JIMMY
They clean you!
Roberto removes his sneaker and hands over a roll of bills. Jimmy stuffs the money into his coat pocket. He reaches under his seat and pulls the lunch bag out.
JIMMY
Here’s lunch. And no more fuck ups!! .
INT. JOSEPH’S BEACH HOUSE-SAME DAY-LATE AFTERNOON
Ky enters the extremely elegant and popular restaurant and walks up to the MAITRE D’.
MAITRE’D
Do you have a reservation?
KY
I’m looking for a friend, Alice Buzzell?
MAITRE D’
I believe she’s off this evening.
Ky
Her daughter told me she’s working.
MAITRE D’
(snooty)
Apparently, she gave you the wrong information!
Other couples begin to arrive and the Maitre d’ nonchalantly moves Ky out of his way.
Ky looking around, decides to try her luck in the bar.
INT. DERRICK’S CAR-AFTERNOON-LATER
Derrick is seen sitting alone in his car up the street from Mrs. French’s fashionable home. Smoking a cigarette as he waits, he pulls out a baseball cap and pulls it down; shielding his face, as another vehicle drives passed his car and now turns into Mrs. French’s driveway.
EXT- FRENCH’S DRIVEWAY-CONTINUOUS
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As the car comes to a stop in the driveway, Mrs. French’s two large glass lattice front doors open and two young boys rush out to greet their AUNTIE.
The aunt, out of the car, sweeps them up one at a time in her arms as Mrs. French approaches with luggage.
The luggage is placed in the car trunk. The boys kiss their mother and climb into the car.
At her door now, Mrs. French turns and waves to the boys as the car backs out.
INT. DERRICK’S CAR-CONTINUOUS
Derrick slumps down in the seat as he watches.
DERRICK
Wave bye-bye to Mommy!
INT. BAR OF JOSEPH’S BEACH HOUSE-LATER
Ky is sitting at the busy, noisy bar waiting for the only bartender as he chases back and forth with drinks and credit cards.
KY
Excuse me sir!
( bartender looks over)
I’m looking for Alice Buzzell?
BARTENDER
( yells over the dim)
Upstairs!...In the Seaside Pub!
Ky quickly rises and makes her way upstairs.
INT. SEASIDE PUB-CONTINUOUS
Ky enters an equally crowded pub with many Friday afternoon beach goers enjoying the early hours of the weekend.
The place has an expensive nautical theme and all appear delighted with their over priced drinks.
Ky moves to the bar and attempts to squeeze in. There are two bartenders and several waitresses frantically trying to keep everyone happy.
KY
(finally calls out to the nearest bartender)
Does an Alice Buzzell work here?
The Bartender, with his back to Ky, simply points in the general direction of the waitress station. Ky squeezes her way out and heads toward the nearest waitress.
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KY
Alice Buzzell?
The waitress does not answer since she is trying to write down orders at a table; but simply points to another waitress standing at the waitress station waiting for her drinks and preparing sodas.
Ky immediately makes her way to the waitress.
KY
Alice? Alice Buzzell?
ALICE, mid 30’s, once attractive but now showing the wear of years of waitressing..
ALICE
Who wants to know?
KY
(happy and quickly apologetic)
I’m sorry...my name’s Casey. Agent Ky Casey with the Bureau of Child Support
Enforcement and I understand you’re a friend of Mrs. Christina French.
Alice picks up her tray of drinks and starts for her tables.
ALICE
About time somebody tries to help that poor woman!
She moves into the crowd as Ky attempts to follow.
KY
Look I’m really sorry for bothering you like this but I need to ask you a few questions.
Alice looks at Ky once she has placed the drinks down and realizing she is sincere.
ALICE
I get a break in twenty minutes why don’t you meet me out on the deck.
(Ky quickly looks around for the deck)
To your left and out back.
KY
(smiles and nods her head)
That’ll be fine. Thanks.
EXT. MRS. FRENCH’S PORCH-EVENING -LATER
It has now grown dark as a FIGURE approaches the front door, and attempts to look into the house through one of the small stained glass windows in the large oak doors.
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The FIGURE is wearing dark clothes and is carrying a large brown bag.
Finally a black gloved finger presses the doorbell producing a muffled chime.
After several more attempts, Mrs. French’s face is seen peeking out from inside the window.
The door finally opens and Mrs. French appears.
MRS. FRENCH
Agent Murray...now isn’t this a surprise!
DERRICK
Call me Derrick...please!
With this, he pulls two bottles of champagne from the bag and holds them up.
DERRICK (CONT’D)
I have wonderful news and it calls for a whole lotta’ celebratin’!
Mrs. French is ready to burst and quickly ushers Derrick into her house, closing and locking the door behind her.
EXT. THE DECK-LATER
Ky is sitting in a deck chair sipping a soda and looking out at the ocean. She looks at her watch and realizes Alice is late. Several other couples have moved outside to savor the warm salty air.
Finally Alice appears and sits down at Ky’s table.
KY
I want to thank you again for...
She is cut off by Alice.
ALICE
Listen lady...what do you want!!! Your agency has been jerking Christina around long enough. Either something happens soon or we’re hiring a private dick!
KY
(taken back by her attack)
All right Mrs. Buzzell no bullshitting! I’m here to find out what you know!
ALICE
What I know is that Doug French isn’t hiding out in no Colorado or Arizona or whatever other place you cops been telling her!
He’s right in this area...having himself a freakin’ ball!...no child support and plenty of money to burn.
KY
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(very seriously)
How do you know it’s him.
ALICE
Lady....Let me tell you when your best friend’s husband hits on you.....you don’t forget...ever!!
Alice stands and turns to leave.
KY
Wait!! Can you tell me where he lives?
ALICE
If I could, we wouldn’t be having this conversation! Now, would we. You gutta smoke?
KY
Sorry I don’t smoke. Wait a second!
Ky goes to the table where a couple are smoking and bums a butt. Returning, she hand it to Alice who uses the lantern to light it
Alice is extremely agitated by this discussion.
ALICE
Listen…all I know is that I saw Doug French driving this brand new convertible sports car. One of those Vipers, my son said on
Old Beach Road. And on the eyes of my own kids...It was good ole Frenchie!
Alice snuffs out the cigarette and hurries back into the pub.
INT. MRS. FRENCH’S MODERN KITCHEN-NIGHT-LATER
Derrick and Christina are in the kitchen. Mrs. French is getting ice out of the door of the modern refrigerator as Derrick pops the cork of one of the bottles.
Christina approaches him with a bucket of ice and two chilled glasses.
CHRISTINA
My girlfriend once told me that with every pop of a champagne bottle some where, some guy is popping off!
Derrick pours her a glass.
DERRICK
Which can only mean that since we have two bottles; some other lucky guy is soon to pop off!
CHRISTINA
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(drinks, sensually)
Oh! I do hope so!
DERRICK
Let’s toast to my good...no...my great news!
Christina goes wild, jumping up and down like a child.
CHRISTINA
Make it the best news ever!
DERRICK
Mr. French, right now, at this very moment as we speak, is on a plane heading back here to be arraigned on Monday for failure to pay his child support!
Christina throws her glass into the air and begins hugging and kissing Derrick all over.
INT KY’S CAR- LATER
Ky is on her cell phone in her car. She is calling Mrs. French’s number; however, appears out of range. As she drives she continues to dial.
KY
(an obvious bad connection)
Hello! Hello! Mrs. French can you hear me!
In frustration she plops the phone down and begins looking for a pay phone.
INT. MRS. FRENCH’S KITCHEN-MOMENTS LATER
Christina has the remote phone in one hand and a second champagne glass in the other. She appears quite tipsy already.
DERRICK
Anything important?
CHRISTINA
(kisses him)
Nothing more important than you and your fabulous news!
She gulps down another glass that Derrick immediately refills.
CHRISTINA
(now all over him)
Oh Derrick you’re wonderful! I’m so sorry for all the trouble the other day. Can you ever forgive me?
EXT. OUTSIDE TELEPHONE-NIGHT-LATER
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Ky is standing at a outside phone listening to Mrs. French’s phone ring, and ring, and ring.
INT. KITCHEN-SAME TIME
The remote phone, now on the butcher’s block behind Derrick, is ringing and ringing.
Derrick’s shirt is half unbuttoned and Christina is rubbing her fingers up and down Derrick’s hairy chest. And now starts to kiss and bite him.
CHRISTINA
( slowly inches down on him)
Should I get the phone!
Derrick now pops the second bottle.
CHRISTINA (CON’D)
(disappears down on him)
Someone’s going to pop off!
Derrick smiles and leans back against the butcher’s block as the phone stops ringing.
FADE TO:
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. KITCHEN-LATER
We heard glasses coming together in a crystal tinge. Derrick and Christina are holding their glasses together.
CHRISTINA
(happy and typsy)
And what should we drink to?
DERRICK
To our success...finally!
They both down the glasses as Derrick quickly pours her another.
DERRICK (CONT’D)
I know! Why don’t we go out dancin’!
Christina literally jumps in the air
CHRISTINA
Dancing!.....Really? You and me out dancing? I haven’t been out dancing in years. What shall I wear?
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DERRICK
Why don’t ya’ hop into the bath tub and get all nice and sweet smellin’ and I’ll clean up here.
Christina is in heaven. She quickly swallows her glass as Derrick pours her another. She turns and quickly heads upstairs to her bathroom.
CHRISTINA
Ten minutes!
Christina disappears up stairs. Derrick waves to her then turns and starts to clean the area.
INT. KY’S CAR NIGHT-LATER
Ky is driving through the downtown streets of the City. She stops at a light.
WIDE ON STREET
From the side street about twenty motorcycles enter. Hearing all the noise, Ky looks into her rearview mirror and sees the flickering lights from the approaching bikes.
The light turns green and Ky steps on it. She travels a short distance before the bikers are all around her. Several bikers pull in close to box her in.
BIKER BROAD
That’s her ! The bitch that grabbed the Stoneman!!
Ky is now very nervous. She unstraps her weapon and picks up her cell phone and attempts to dial; just as a biker rides up close to her and with a blackjack smashes her side window, sending the phone spinning to the passenger floor.
Ky is cut and is bleeding from the glass shards stuck to her face. She quickly attempts to speed up as more bikers ride up close smashing windows, kicking the doors, spitting and screaming obscenities.
A red light looms up front and some of the bikers have stopped and begin to disembark their motorcycles. Ky is still boxed in and is being escorted to the stop light.
Suddenly, Ky sees an alleyway off to the right and with one quick turn, directs her car toward the alley. The two bikers on her right side are knocked off their bikes as both bounce and spin out of control to the curb.
Speeding down the alley, Ky recovers her weapon and prays it is not a dead end.
In the background, she sees the flashing lights of several cruises pulling up to the bikers.
Ky follows the alleyway out onto the next street and speeds away.
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INT: LUXURIOUS BATHROOM-LATER
Christina is lying back in the huge tub. She has a set of ear phones on and she is softly singing to the music. Her empty champagne glass sits on the tub rim.
Derrick enters with the last bottle and fills her glass.
Christina looks up and smiles and reaches for the glass, revealing her soapy breasts. She removes her head set as Derrick bends down and picks up her son’s boom box.
DERRICK
I thought ya’ might enjoy some of my favorite music before ya’ leave.
Christina looks quizzically at Derrick as he plugs the box in an extension cord and inserts a CD.
CHRISTINA
But Derrick I thought we were going dancing!
DERRICK
(smiles and drops the box into the water)
Ya ‘sure are...honey!
There is a bright light and all goes BLACK.
FADE IN:
EXT. MRS. FRENCH’S HOUSE-NEXT DAY-MORNING
Ky exits her car and slowly approaches the house. We see a large bandage across her forehead. Climbing the steps, she presses the doorbell and waits. Again she presses the bell and waits.
After repeated tries with no answer, Ky tries the door. It is locked. Going to the window, she attempts to look in.
Finally, she begins to knock loudly on the door. After numerous knocks with no answer, she turns to leave just as another car pulls into the driveway.
EXT. MRS FRENCH’S DRIVEWAY-CONTINUOUS
Alice exits her car just and approaches Ky.
KY
Good Morning!
ALICE
Hiya! What happened to you?
KY
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Bad date. Anyway, I just stopped over to talk to Christina. But apparently she’s not in.
ALICE
That’s odd. Her car’s here. She’s probably being a lazy head this morning and is still in bed munching on those silly pills. Poor girl’s been really stressed out lately.
KY
Where are her children?
Both women are at the front door.
ALICE
Her sister takes them on weekends….gives Christina a break.
.
At the door, Alice repeatedly pushes the doorbell.
ALICE
Strange her doorbell’s not working.
Alice knocks then pounds on the front door.
ALICE (CONT’D)
Christina honey! It’s Alice!
Alice starts to show some urgent concern and bangs on the door. Finally, she searches her purse.
ALICE (CONT’D)
I have a spare key in here somewhere.
Finding the key, she unlocks the door and they both enter.
INT. LIVING ROOM-CONTINUOUS
Alice walks off toward the kitchen as Ky stands and waits.
ALICE
Christina honey!
Alice reappears and heads for the stairs.
ALICE (CONT’D)
She must still be in bed.
Alice quickly ascends the stairs. Ky waits and walks around the spacious living room.
A long beat followed by Alice’s gut wrenching scream.
INT. LIVING ROOM-HOUR LATER
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Alice is sitting on the sofa sobbing. There are policemen everywhere.
MICKY COCOZZA descends the stairs and walks over and sits on the sofa next to Alice.
Ky enters from the kitchen with a glass of water and hands it to Alice. Micky smiles at Ky as she moves off.
ALICE
She was my best friend. We’ve known each other since high school.
MICKY
(calmly)
It’s very difficult to lose a close friend, Alice.
Alice continues to sob.
MICKY (CONT’D)
We need to ask you a few questions.
Micky has a notepad. Ky, standing on the other side of the room, watches.
MICKY (CONT’D)
Husband?
ALICE
Divorced!
MICKY
And the children?
ALICE
Two boys…at her sister’s
MICKY
(delicately)
Has Mrs. French been depressed lately?
Alice bolts up and looks directly at him, her voice is stern.
ALICE
Are you suggesting she did this to herself!
MICKY
Alice...we’re just trying to sort everything out here.
(a beat)
We need to know her state of mind. How she was feeling....what she was thinking.
A long pause. Micky looks at Alice and then over to Ky.
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MICKY (CONT’D)
There’s a lot of pills and booze laying around up there.
Alice quickly jumps up and moves away from Micky. JOEY PALERMO descends the stairs.
ALICE
Christina would never! Never! NEVER DO something like this! She loves life and loves...loves her boys!
Alice breaks down again and Ky goes to her and comforts her.
MICKY
(looking at Ky)
And her husband?
KY
We’re trying to find him. I came here this morning...hopefully to get some answers.
Joey approaches Micky and Ky.
MICKY
Any ideas!
Maybe.
KY
JOEY
No forced entry. Windows and doors locked up tight. She looks clean!
Medics bring the body down the stairs and out the front. More sobs.
EXT. GOLF DRIVING RANGE-SUNDAY AFTERNOON
A typical driving range. All the driving stands are empty except for the one the Chief is using in the middle stand. He is whacking the balls over the 200 marker.
Derrick approaches with a bucket of balls and a driver. He sets up next to the Chief, tees up a ball and hits it well.
CHIEF
Ten bucks!
Both men tee up, Derrick hits first followed by the Chief. The Chief’s ball flies over the two hundred yard marker as Derrick shanks his ball to the left.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
Bending the elbow again.
Derrick hands the Chief a ball.
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CHIEF (CONT’D)
Paper said accidental.
DERRICK
Bitch wouldn’t stop complaining.
The Chief drives another long one.
DERRICK (CONT’D)
It’s a beauty.
CHIEF
What the hell was Casey doing there?
DERRICK
Claims she was following up a lead.
CHIEF
On your case!
DERRICK
Exactly!
Derrick hooks another one.
CHIEF
Keep that arm straight!
DERRICK
Talked with Homicide right after. Told ‘em we think the husband might be in
Hawaii. Morons gonna check it out.
CHIEF
And you’re not concerned about that!
Derrick drives a straight long one way over the two hundred mark.
DERRICK
Fuck’em! They ain’t gonna find shit. They’re puss heads! They’ll be wasting their time looking for a Doug French.
(another long drive)
It’s that bitch Casey, I’m worried about. Marty says she been doin’ lots’a snopin’
....makin’ calls and goin’ places ain’t none of her fuckin’ business!
CHIEF
You let me worry about that! I’ll rein her ass in quick!
They both hit balls as two other golfers walk into the area.
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CHIEF (CONT’D)
And everything else all set?
DERRICK
Like clockwork!
Derrick picks up his remaining bucket of balls and puts them down in the Chief’s stand. There is a white envelop in the bucket. Derrick exits.
INT.HOMICIDE DIVISION-MONDAY-EARLY MORNING
Ky enters the large glassed in bull pen of the homicide detectives. It is a new office with new furnishings.
All six detectives are at the back of the room. All have bills in their hands are all cheering wildly at
Micky.
Micky is standing on his head. Now, he puts one hand up and places it out straight in front of him. He begins to hop forward on his one hand.
The dim grows louder as the detectives continuing betting and shouting.
Micky continues to hop forward while attempting to maintain his balance.
Ky, amused, simply stands at the front of the room and gazes at the spectacle.
Micky continues to hop toward a chalk line drawn on the floor by one of the desks.
Ky moves close to the line. Micky approaches the line hopping, crosses it, and upon seeing
Ky falls over backwards.
Micky quickly bounces up, brushes his hair back, pulls his vest down, and goes to the detectives to collect his money.
He returns to Ky with a handful of bills.
KY
Interesting way to earn a living!
Micky pockets the bills, adjusts his tie, opens his desk draw, removes his weapon and holsters it.
MICKY
If you think that’s interesting...you should see me on a date!
KY
(all business)
Anything on Mrs. French’s husband?
MICKY
(shakes his head)
Been talking to those Hawaii Five-O goons. It’s like they’re from another planet!
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KY
He’s not in Hawaii!
MICKY
And what makes you so certain?
KY
Alice Buzzell. She swears she saw the bastard at Riverside Beach last week and I believe her!
MICKY
We’ll find him...we always do in cases like this. But, so far we’ve got zilch.
No forced entry. No rape. No prints other then hers and nothing stolen.
All we have is a boozed.....doped up woman floating in her tub with her boom box. No motive. No witnesses. No nothing!
(a beat)
So for all anyone knows, she committed suicide!
Micky sits at his desk and begins looking at his messages.
KY
Suicide? You’ve been standing on you head too long! Mrs. French did not kill herself! And the radio in the tub proves it.
MICKY
Well Miss Marples! And what makes you so sure?
KY
Look Micky...not more than three days ago, she comes into the Bureau all steamed up. Saying we haven’t done a darn thing to help her out.
She was dead serious about finding her ex! For her kids!
MICKY
Maybe that’s what did her in. Being dead serious with you welfare security cops!
KY
Oh so that’s it! You big time homicide boys are simply going to file it away as accidental or probable suicide. Case closed…Right!!
MICKY
Look Casey! The woman boozes it up one lonely Friday night. She depressed...husband and kids are gone. Takes a bucket full of pills and hops into her bathroom pool with a radio. Or maybe she just kicked it in reaching for her champagne or her freaking ozone pills.
KY
What about a note?
MICKY
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(incredulous)
A note! You’ve been watching too many cop movies! We talked with her shrink on Friday and she’s been in therapy for the past two and a half years, count them, two point five years! Classic case of clinical depression all the way!
KY
What about autopsy results?
MICKY
Miss Marples go back to chasing big bad daddys!
Ky is frustrated, she looks over and all the other detectives who apparently are listening but attempt to appear busy.
Ky pulls up a chair and sits close to Micky.
KY
This whole case stinks! She comes to our office once a week; not to mention the numerous calls looking for help on finding her ex. And there are no records on her!
Nothing!…. It’s like she never existed.
MICKY
What the hell are you talking about?
Mick reaches across his desk and picks out a file and hands it to Ky.
Ky takes the file and begins looking through it. Her face registers total confusion.
MICKY
Looks pretty damn complete to me. Murray gave it to me.
KY
Derrick?...Derrick Murray gave this to you?
Ky places it down on his desk.
MICKY
Nice guy. Real cooperative and thorough. Said he’s been looking for her old man for months now.
Ky stands, shakes her head and begins to leave as all the cops stare at her butt.
MICKY
Hey Miss Marples!......How about dinner some night?
KY
(without turning)
Only if you can play ping-pong!
MICKY
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I’m a black belt in ping-pong!
KY
(at the door)
Ping-pong while standing on your head!
There is general laughter from all the men.
EXT. REDWOOD DRIVE-SAME MORNING-OVERHEAD SHOT
A new house. The front door is open. The screen door is closed.
Off to the left in the back yard, a YOUNG WOMAN hangs diapers on a line.
Pan up the street to Derrick sitting in a different car. He’s wearing a baseball cap and is slouched in the seat. He writes something down.
Back on the WOMAN who happily continues to hang more baby clothes as Derrick slowly drive off.
INT. BUREAU OFFICE-SAME MORNING-LATER
Ky and Jimmy are the only two in the office. We hear Tammy typing away at her workstation up front.
Jimmy has been on the phone for some time now. He looks drawn and extremely upset.
Ky is at her computer. She quickly glances at Jimmy who has turned away from her but is still on the phone, speaking inaudibly.
KY’S POV:
She turns to the computer and types in Mrs. French’s name. She shots Jimmy one more glance before hitting ENTER.
She hits the key and the computer hums into life. A complete profile of Mrs. Christina French appears. She scrolls to the next page and at the end of the file, the screen reads CASE CLOSED:DECEASED .
INT. TAMMY’S DESK-CONTINUOUS
Tammy stands and sees that Ky is on her computer. Sitting, Tammy quickly accesses Ky’s computer code and we see the file of Mrs. French.
Tammy quickly exits the file and picks up the phone and punches in some numbers.
TAMMY
Yah....she found it!
She hangs up the phone just as Jimmy walks into her area.
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JIMMY
Going downstairs for some real coffee. Interested?
Tammy shows him the cup she already has; as Jimmy exits.
KY’S POV:
Jimmy leaves as Tammy heads for the Chief’s office and enters. Ky moves to Derrick’s desk and carefully opens the draws, making a quick search; frequently looking up at the Chief’s door.
Ky looks under the desk calendar blotter and pulls a few items out; lottery tickets, telephone numbers, postcards, etc.
Ky sticks her finger into the blotter’s margin cover and pulls out a photo of a baby boy. She looks at it momentarily, turns it over. It is blank. Hearing the front door open; she quickly replaces the photo and returns to her desk.
Jimmy enters with coffee and goes to his desk and immediately picks up his phone.
INT. BUREAU OFFICE-CONTINUOUS
The Chief exits his office. Ky’s phone rings as the Chief moves toward her.
Ky
Agent Casey. Yes...I see...and he’s there now…You’re certain....And the address?
Ky writes the address down as the Chief listens. Ky hangs up the phone, stands as she grabs her coat.
KY (CONT’D)
We have a poster boy visiting his “ex!” Neighbor made a positive ID.
CHIEF
(obviously this has changed his plans)
Swell. Take Jaime!
The Chief looks over at Jimmy who is busy with his call.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
Hey lover-boy! Get your ass off that phone and go with Casey.
JIMMY
(perturbed)
Chief! I got business here!
The Chief walks over to Jimmy and hangs his phone up.
CHIEF
NOBODY HUNTS ALONE!!!!
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JIMMY
(grabs his coat)
FUCKKKKK!!
The Chief turns and heads for the office as Ky heads for the door.
KY
I’ll get the warrant!
INT. AGENT’S CAR-MOMENTS LATER
Jimmy is driving. He is speeding and driving erratically. Ky fastens her seat belt. She quickly glances at Jimmy as he just misses hitting a pedestrian.
Jimmy eyes are ablaze and he is beginning to perspire.
Running a red light, he swerves just in time to miss a car.
KY
Take it easy there! I’d like to get there in one piece.
Don’t tell me how to drive Casey! This animal is there to beat her!
JIMMY
INT. APARTMENT HOUSE-FIRST FLOOR-LATER
Jimmy and Ky are on the first floor. Ky is looking at the mail box directory.
JIMMY
Did you at least get the number!
KY
(still looking at the directory)
It’s two fourteen.
JIMMY
I’m going up the back! We stand here much longer and they’ll make us!
KY
Hold it pal! Here’s the warrant. I’ll go around back.
JIMMY
Suit yourself!
Jimmy starts up the stairs as Ky runs around the building for the back stairway.
EXT.BACK OF APARTMENT-MOMENTS LATER
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Ky stops and looks up at a high metal fence. Looking for the gate that she cannot find, she quickly climbs the fence.
Once over, she races for an open door and starts up a dark narrow stair way. At the top, she quickly hurdles mounts of trash piled in the way just in time to face a huge dog. Ky stops, turns, and runs over the trash back down the stairs with the dog in pursuit. As she flees, she slams the back door, locking the dog inside. Ky heads for the front entrance and races up the stairs.
At the top of the hallway, she stops and hearing Jimmy’s muffled voice coming from down the hall.
INT. APARTMENT KITCHEN-CONTINUOUS
Jimmy stands over a WOMAN sitting at the kitchen table covering her little BOY.
JIMMY
Where the fuck is it? Bitch!
INT: APARTMENT-FRONT DOOR-MOMENTS LATER
Ky, now at the front door, slowly opens it. She hears a woman moan as she moves defensively through the apartment, which has been turned upside down. Draws are open, contents are thrown on the floor, lamps are knocked over and broken. The place looks like a hurricane blow through.
With her weapon drawn, she moves toward the kitchen and the voices.
INT.KITCHEN-CONTINUOUS
JIMMY
One more time puta! En donde tu lo tienes?
Ky rounds a corner and slowly looks in. She sees A WOMAN sitting at the kitchen table, tightly clutching a small boy. Sobbing loudly, she is praying in Spanish.
Jimmy looks up and sees Ky entering the room, and immediately backs off from the WOMAN.
Ky notices the WOMAN’S FACE is red and swollen. Jimmy, at the sink gets himself some water.
JIMMY (CONT’D)
Fucka’s gone!...Long gone by now!
Ky moves to the WOMAN and now sees how badly swollen her face is, with one eye starting to close up. Her lip is bleeding. Ky holsters her gun.
KY
Where’s the phone? I’m calling an ambulance!
JIMMY
(reacts violently to this)
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For her? Screw her! Just look at her! Look at those arms...she’s a junkie!
Ky places a cloth on the WOMAN’S FACE, and looks about for a telephone.
JIMMY (CONT’D)
Her old man came by for a quick fix...a quick fuck...and a good slapping!
Just look at what he did to the place!
WOMAN
(murmurs softly)
Mi esposo no me toco.
Jimmy charges forward and threatens her.
JIMMY
YOU LYING BITCH!!!
Ky looks at Jimmy then moves to the WOMAN. Ky kneels by her side.
KY
Senora Torres...quien le hizo eso?
The WOMAN remains bent over her child in a protective manner. She continues to moan but says nothing.
The little BOY looks up from under his Mother at Ky and with his little finger points to Jimmy.
Jimmy is now in a full fit of rage.
Ky looks back to the BOY.
KY
Ese hombre te pego, Mami?
The BOY nods in the affirmative as Jimmy screams.
JIMMY
YOU LYING LITTLE WELFARE RATFUCK!!!
Jimmy rushes at the WOMAN, pushing Ky to the floor in an attempt to get the BOY.
The WOMAN, using her body, completely covers the BOY. Jimmy reaches down to get at him.
The WOMAN wails and screams as Jimmy pulls at her.
Ky bounces back to her feet, pulls her weapon and puts it to Jimmy’s head.
KY
You so much as touch that boy! I’ll blow you goddam freaking head off!
Jimmy bolts straight up feeling the pressure of the gun barrel pressed heavily against his temple.
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JIMMY
YOU STUPID BITCH!!! I’ll have your fucking pussy badge!
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING-SAME MORNING- LATER
People are everywhere. The WOMAN and BOY enter a waiting ambulance.
There are several police cars parked. Lights are flashing.
Ky is leaning against a car; visibly upset.
The Chief stands with her as Jimmy is led out of the building in handcuffs by a plainclothes and uniform policemen.
Jimmy quickly looks over at the Chief. His eyes are ablaze; his look is one searching for some kind of answer from the Chief.
The Chief simply looks away.
The plainclothes cop lowers Jimmy’s head into the cruiser. The police car and ambulance pull away.
CHIEF
She won’t press charges...ya do know that don’t ya.
Ky’s head is down. In her hand, she holds a can of soda.
KY
Then I’ll testify.
CHIEF
Did you actually see him strike her?
Ky shakes her head and stares at the ground.
KY
But the boy did.
The Chief shrugs his shoulders.
CHIEF
Ya gut the testimony of a four-year-old boy. The Mother is a known drug abuser on welfare.
A missing husband wanted for non-support. And a crack house turned upside down.
KY
(looks directly at him)
Chief! Did you take a good look at Lopez? He’s in the ozone! And if I hadn’t stopped him, God knows what he’d have done to the boy and his mother.
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The plainclothes cop who placed Jimmy into the car approaches. The Chief lowers his head.
CHIEF
Think real clearly about what ya’re gonna say to this guy.
The Chief walks away, heading for his car.
PLAINCLOTHES COP
Agent Casey. I’m Lieutenant Martin...Internal Affairs.
INT. RICK’S DOWN TOWN COFFEE SHOP-NEXT MORNING-EARLY
Micky sits at a window seat. Dressed in a sports shirt and tie, he slowly sips his coffee. Impatient, he drums his spoon on his napkin as he stares out side.
The street is crowded with early morning workers.
Ky walks pass the window and enters. Seeing Micky, she walks to the window seat and slides in opposite him. Ky looks anxious, expectant. Micky continues to drum as he looks at her.
KY
You called and you have me here. Now what couldn’t you tell me over the phone?
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ping-pong ball and bounces it on the table to her.
KY (CONT’D)
You brought me down here to play Ping-Pong!
MICKY
Heard what happened between you and Lopez.
KY
( ready to leave)
So is this what this is all about!
( tosses the ball at him)
Team player!
MICKY
It’s not healthy for new cops to rat out their fellow officers.
Ky has had enough of this and stands; ready to leave.
A waitress shows up and Ky waves her off.
KY
Is that what they told you? The man’s a walking bomb! He’s ill...mentally and physically! Looks all coked up to me! He needs help; before he kills someone out there.
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Micky bounces the ball on the table. Ky easily catches it.
MICKY
Then settle down and try to get him help. Don’t get him fired!
Ky tosses the ball at Micky’s head. He ducks.
KY
And who, pray tell, set you up for lecture 101 in police interpersonal relations? The Chief?
Ky is still upset.
MICKY
No one! This kind of shit gets around quick! Hey look it!
(he reaches over and grabs her hand)
I’m simply trying to help you here. Cop to cop.
KY
I don’t think I need your kind of help or advice for that matter.
Ky turns and begins to leave the coffee shop.
MICKY
Autopsy results came back!
Ky stops. A long pause. She finally turns and walks back to the seat. Standing, she looks at him.
MICKY
Mrs. French’s stomach contains were rather interesting.
KY
(still staring down)
Such as?
MICKY
Human sperm.
KY
So she saw some guy that day.
Mick now bounces the ball back at her.
MICKY
Not that day. Right before she died. Human sperm breaks down quickly; especially in the stomach. All those gastric acids!
Ky now sits and holds the ball apparently thinking.
KY
Like I’ve been trying to tell you all along. Mrs. French was murdered!
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Ky wings the ball at him and it strikes him in the chest.
MICKY
For giving bad head? Tough sentence!
KY
So she probably had a male visitor over. They have a few drinks. She gets in the tub for some more fun and he throws the radio in.
(a beat)
Then he dumps her pills everywhere to make it look like a suicide.
Cleans up all his prints and leaves.
MICKY
Not all his prints.
Micky bounces the ball back to her. She looks quizzically at him.
KY
But you said sperm breaks down?
MICKY
Right! But not the pubic hair they found. Isn’t DNA technology wonderful
KY
The husband?
Ky tosses the ball back.
MICKY
Has motive. Owes over three hundred grand in back child support.
KY
That’ll do it!! So we start looking in the Riverside Beach area.
MICKY
Can start there but I doubt he’s there now, particularly after what’s happened. It’s not always easy with the rich ones. They change their names, get new identities, all new lives and if they do it right....it’s better than the Federal Protection Program....because they’re the only ones that know.
KY
And if you can’t find this new identity?
Micky bounces the ball back to her.
MICKY
Then it’s game!
INT. BUREAU OFFICE-MORNING-LATER
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Ky enters the office and walks to her desk. The other three Agents ignore her.
Derrick grabs his jacket and looks toward Marty.
DERRICK
It stinks in here. Let’s get some air.
Marty quickly looks over toward Ky who has here head down. Derrick walks to the gate and looks back.
DERRICK (CONT’D))
Marty ya’ comin’ or stayin’?
MARTY
I’m comin’....I’m comin’!! Don’t be gettin’ ya’ panties in a buddle there!
He exits the gate and stops to chat with Tammy. Marty grabs his coat and follows but not before turning to look at KY.
FITZY
(as soon as they leave)
Casey, you did the right thing.
Ky looks over and simply nods her head in appreciation.
INT. TAMMY’S OFFICE-MOMENTS LATER
Derrick is still talking to Tammy when Alice Buzzell enters the office and approaches her.
ALICE
Excuse me. I’m looking for Agent Casey?
TAMMY
And who should I say is here?
ALICE
Alice Buzzell. I was a friend of Christina French.
Derrick who had started to leave the office; freezes in his tracks. He turns and walks up to Alice.
DERRICK
Alice Buzzell? Hello! I’m Agent Murray. I was assigned to Mrs. French’s case.
ALICE
(before he can finish, scathingly)
Murray right…you must be that fucking Einstein who kept telling Christina that her husband was in Arizona!
DERRICK
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Excuse me?
Alice turns back to Tammy.
ALICE
Could I please see Agent Casey!
Tammy finishes punching in the numbers.
Ky comes around the corner and smiles upon seeing Alice. She escorts Alice back to her desk.
Derrick whispers something to Marty and he walks back into the office and to his desk.
Derrick shrugs his shoulders to Tammy who looks to him for an answer.
INT. KY’S DESK-CONTINUOUS
Ky pulls up a seat for Alice to sit.
ALICE
Sorry for barging in on you like this; but I needed to see you.
KY
(senses her excitement)
That’s fine, perfectly fine...Alice.
Marty is now at his desk pretending to look for something.
ALICE
You’re not going to believe this but remember when I said I saw Christina’s
“ex” in Riverside Beach?
Yeah.
KY
ALICE
Well look!
Alice pulls a photo from her purse and hands it to Ky.
ALICE (CONT’D)
My son was in the back seat of the car. And like I said he loves flashy sports cars so whenever we drive to the beach, he always brings his camera along to take pictures. And that’s him...Christina’s ex-husband.
(points to the driver in the photo)
I didn’t even know that he had snapped a picture. I went into his room this morning and saw this on his desk. See....you can see the highway sign. Route 1-A
Ky stares at the photo. She is bursting with excitement.
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KY
And you can almost make out the plate number! Alice...does your son have the negatives? Then we’ll call the DMV.
ALICE
(now sensing her excitement)
Yes! Yes I think so. I mean I can check with him. He doesn’t throw anything away.
Ky continues staring at the photo.
ALICE (CONT’D)
So you think this will help?
Ky hugs Alice.
KY
Alice! You’ve made my day! We get the lab to blow this up while you go fetch those negatives.
Marty picks up something and exits the area.
ALICE
I’m on my way!
Alice turns and starts out of the office.
KY
And call me! Call me immediately!!
Alice exits as Ky picks up the phone and punches in some numbers.
KY (CONT’D)
Detective Cocozza please!
(a beat)
I need to see you. Dinner? No! Right now! It’s my serve!
Ky hangs up the phone; all the while staring at the photo.
Putting it in her purse, Ky grabs her jacket and begins to fix her hair.
Ky reaches down and opens her desk draw and jumps back. Grabbing some paper, she reaches back into the draw and pulls a large DEAD RAT out by the tail.
EXT:ASTRAL NETLINK INC.-PARKING LOT-SAME DAY-NIGHT
The company’s front door opens and a MAN exits and walks to an expensive black sedan, he climbs in and drives away.
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Shortly after, the door reopens and DOUG WILSON (FRENCH) exits. He engages the security system, closes the front door and locks it.
Another MAN, dressed in dark clothing appears running across the parking lot to the side of the building.
FRENCH walks toward his red sports car and reaching the corner, he is surprised as the
MAN steps out from around the corner.
FRENCH
Christ! You scared the living shit out of me!
The MAN pulls an object from his pocket and quickly and forcefully thrusts it deep into French’s chest. French falls back against his car, gasping for air.
FRENCH
WHAT THE FUCK!!!
French slumps down against the car.
The MAN reaches down and pulls the knife from the chest as blood gushes from the cut aorta.
The MAN quickly fishes around in French’s pockets, pulling out his wallet and car keys.
The MAN opens the car door and climbs in. He removes his cap. It’s DERRICK. He starts the car and drives off.
EXT. MICK’S APARTMENT-SAME DAY-NIGHT
A small building with a large picture window. A Realtor’s name has been scratched off the window but the phone number remains. There is a single door to the left of the window.
Ky walks up to the front door and looks around. She checks an address on a piece of paper then goes to the door and knocks lightly. The door opens and Mick appears wearing an apron and holding a ladle.
INT. MICKY’S APARTMENT-CONTINUOUS
A large room with a small kitchen off to the left. There is an old Harley Davidson frame sitting practically in the middle of the room. Harley parts are strewn out all over the floor.
A set of weights and weight bench are against one wall. At another wall is a bookcase made from cement blocks with wooden board for shelves. A dartboard is on still another wall. A neon Bud light wall clock is on another wall under it a police target of a woman with holes in her head is tapped to the wall.
A huge sheet acting as a curtain is tacked to the window.
On the bookcase are a few framed pictures, along with an ant farm and several books.
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At the small kitchen, a makeshift divider separates the area from the one large room. On top of the divider is a remote phone and Micky’s weapon.
Micky at the stove is stirring a large pot. There is a rich smell of spices and seafood in the air. At the back of the kitchen is a half window with an air conditioner cramped in it.
There is no place to sit in the large room since there is no furniture.
MICKY
Make yourself at home if you can find a spot.
KY
(looks around, shaking her head)
At home...I have furniture!
MICKY
So….that’s what I forgot! The furniture!
Ky continues to look as she slowly attempts to negotiate the room.
KY
This is nice! I’ve never been invited to dinner in a garage!
Mick walks into the room with a bottle of wine. Finding a screwdriver on the floor, he adroitly removes the cork. He smells the cork and hands the screwdriver with the impaled cork to Ky.
Ky takes the tool and sniffs the cork.
MICKY
Nice bouquet! Upstate...bottled yesterday!
(he looks around on the floor)
Glasses? Now that could be a real problem!
Micky walks over to a sheet covering the floor. Lifting the sheet, he picks up two chrome objects shaped like cups and goes back to Ky. He pours Ky some wine in the chrome object.
KY
Aaayyy...yes! The crystal!
Micky raises his chrome cup in toast.
MICKY
Grade A chrome. And what should we toast to?
KY
How about an antidote!
MICKY
To an antidote!
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Mick quickly drinks his cup and goes back into the kitchen. He gets some rolls from the refrigerator and spreading butter and garlic on them, he shoves them in the oven.
MICKY (CONT’D)
And how do you like your bolts done?
KY
No rust...would be fine!
MICKY
(stirring the pot)
Imagine that! Allergic to rust! I knew we’re compatible.
Ky has moved to the bookcase and picks up a picture of a uniformed cop with a young boy standing next to him.
KY
Dad a cop?
MICKY
Uncle. Dad died when I was a kid.
Mick has come into the room holding a spoonful of their dinner. Ky tries it.
MICKY
There’s no known antidote for this!
KY
Hmmm...delicious...what is it?
MICKY
It’s an old Harley Davidson recipe!
(he takes a taste from the spoon)
Needs more forty weight oil! More wine?
Ky places her hand over her chrome cup.
KY
I’ll take my chances with dinner. Thank you!
Mick heads back to the kitchen as Ky examines the ant farm.
KY (CONT’D)
And the ants? What do they eat?
MICKY
Themselves mostly.
KY
(sotto voce)
Sounds like the Bureau.
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Mick puts two plates on the divider and begins to spoon out dinner.
KY
So….are you going to tell me what you hotshots found from Alice’s photo or am I going to have to pry it out of you!
MICKY
Dinner first!! Ready for some Cioppino! And I promise I won’t let you forget about the prying part!
Mick removes the rolls from the oven. Stripping his apron, he shoves some eating utensils into his pockets, paper napkins in his shirt pocket and picks up the two plates, he enters the room.
MICKY (CONT’D)
Now?
(he looks around)
A place to eat.
(his best waiter imitation)
Ay...yes! Would you please follow me madam!
INT. BASEMENT ROOM-CONTINUOUS
Mick descends the stairs first, followed by Ky.
KY
I can’t imagine where you’re taking me.
MICKY
After my cooking? Probably to the hospital!
The room is very much different from the other room. This one is livable, almost homey.
The room has a small padded bar with stools. A TV is positioned in the wall behind the bar. Two long candlesticks burn brightly from the bar.
There is a long table in the middle of the room with two chairs set at opposite ends. Two more candles burn on top of the table along with a large salad bowl.
A large sofa, the length of the wall is to the rear and against the wall. Above it is a very large encased display of the Bud Clydesdale horses pulling a Bud wagon along with two men and a Dalmatian. The display, although old, is magnificently lighted.
KY
I see....so this is where you hide the furniture!
Mick is at the table placing the plates and tableware. He pulls one of the chairs out for Ky to sit.
MICKY
(still doing his best waiter imitation)
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Madam!
Ky sits as he pushes in her seat. He walks to the opposite side and sits. Offering her the salad bowl, Ky spoons some salad on her plate.
MICKY (CONT’D)
(raising his chrome cup)
Bon appetite! Or should I say good luck!
Ky begins to eat when the phone rings.
MICKY (CONT’D)
Excuse me...it’s just my mother making sure I didn’t screw up the Cioppino!
Micky goes behind the bar and answers the phone.
MICKY (CONT’D)
Yeah....where?......They sure?…Okay Joey...well...let me know what they find!
Ky eats as she listens to the phone conversation. She immediately senses it’s not good news.
Mick returns to the table and sits. He is totally absorbed by the phone call. He begins to eat.
KY
Well...are you going to let me in on what’s happening?
MICKY
Some one beat us to Doug French!
Where?
KY
What are you talking about?
MICKY
They just found your man. Cut wide open! Like a choice sirloin.
KY
MICKY
In the parking lot of his dot.com company.
KY
So you knew all along!
MICKY
Nope! Not until you gave us that photo! We ran the numbers. And I was hoping that was good news! Looks like robbery!
KY
There’s that “looks like” again!
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MICKY
We’ll have the lab runs some tests. Check to see if there’s a DNA match.
Don’t count on it.
KY
MICKY
What? I thought you said this was your man!
KY
(eating)
Never said that!
MICKY
Then why all the fuss?
KY
Like I said...we still had to find him for his non-support.
They both eat. Mick stares at Ky; he is totally confused now.
KY (CONT’D)
I love your Cioppino.
MICKY
So what have you found out there Jessica Murder She Wrote?
KY
Christina was right all along. Never question a woman’s intuition!
MICKY
I smell a wager?
KY
Cops! All you guys do is bet!
MICKY
How else do you expect us to make money? Barely survive on our salaries. Twenty?
KY
FORTY!
MICKY
You’re on baby!
Micky begins to clear the table and places the plates on the bar. After everything is cleared, he sets up a
Ping-Pong net across the table and tosses Ky a paddle.
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MICKY (CONT’D)
Well...I guess it’s time for Ping-Pong Lesson Number One!
INT. COFFEE SHOP- NEXT MORNING-EARLY
Jimmy enters and grabs a newspaper and quickly sits. Flipping through the paper, he peers over the top into the Lobby.
JIMMY
Large coffee light...two sugars.
The Blind Attendant turns in surprise.
BINGO
Jimmy! How ya’doin’pal?
JIMMY
Was doin’...until that puta showed up!
Bingo sets the coffee down in front of Jimmy
BINGO
The Perfume lady?
JIMMY
Miss Ratfuck Motherfucker!
I heard.
BINGO
JIMMY
Bitch put a gun to my head!
Bingo simply shakes his head.
JIMMY (CONT’D)
Nobody....noboby puts a gun to my head!
Jimmy drinks some coffee and continues to survey the Lobby.
JIMMY (CONT’D)
I shoulda taken her down.
(several beats)
Just wasn’t fuckin’ thinking straight!
At this moment, Jimmy sees Ky walking in the Lobby towards an elevator.
Jimmy puts on his sunglasses, tosses the paper down on the counter and stands.
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JIMMY (CONT’D)
Later Bingo!
Bingo cocks his head to listen as Jimmy exits.
BINGO
I sure hope so.
EXT. PARKING LOT-MOMENTS LATER
Jimmy is walking through the lot looking for a car. Finding her car, quickly heads toward it; all the while looking about.
At her car, he drops his sunglasses, looks about; satisfied the coast is clear, kneels to retrieve them, and sticks a knife in her back tire.
Jimmy repeats this until all four tires are slashed.
Satisfied, Jimmy begins to whistle softly as he heads for his car.
EXT. PARKING LOT-NOONTIME-LATER
Ky is standing at her car looking down at the deflated tires. She is upset.
A SECURITY GUARD stands up from behind the car.
GUARD
Definitely been cut.
KY
And no one saw a thing! Right?
The Guard says nothing but continues to look down as Micky’s car drives up and stops. Micky gets out and bending down, looks at the tires.
MICKY
Nice work! Good clean cuts. The guy’s a pro!
Bikers?
KY
MICKY
Nah! They’d of burnt it!
(a beat as he looks around)
With you in it.
KY
Why me?
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MICKY
Why not? People don’t need a reason these days. Yup, I’d definitely say someone’s awfully pissed at you! Any ideas?
KY
(sarcastically)
Want me to make you a list!
Yeah.
GUARD
I need you to make out a vandalism report.
KY
MICKY
Come on Casey. I’ll give up a lift. I gut this friend...he’s into tires!
KY
Micky and his cast of weird friends to the rescue!
Ky and Micky get into his car and exit the lot.
INT. KY’S APARTMENT-AFTERNOON-LATER
There are noises at the front door. Ky’s cat rises from the window seat and runs to the front door.
A tool comes through the side of the door as the door opens.
A MAN wearing dark sunglasses, gloves and a cap pulled over his face enters. His face is not visible.
The cat quickly scurries and hides.
The man quietly moves about the room, randomly turning over things, emptying draws and boxes on the floor.
He quietly tips the lamps over. It is apparent that he is not there to steal anything but to simply make a mess.
In the bedroom, he empties the bedside table and pulls the covers off the bed. At Ky’s bureau, he throws the contents onto the floor. Pulling out a pair of Ky’s panties, he slowly rubs them over the side of his face as he smells and licks them.
He stuffs several pairs of panties into his pocket.
As he returns to the living room, he notices a picture of Ky and another woman on the bookcase.
Going to the picture, he picks it up and studies it a moment, before we hear him unzip his fly.
The man leans against the wall and softly moans as his head comes into focus and we see DERRICK.
INT. KY’S APARTMENT-SAME DAY-NIGHT
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Ky sits in the middle of her ransacked living room floor, crying. She is holding her cat. A knock at her door. Ky reaches behind her and pulls out her weapon.
More knocking and finally Micky’s voice.
MICKY
Casey? Open up! It’s me...Mick!
Ky stands and goes to the door and slowly opens it, checking the face before fully opening the door.
Micky walks in and looks about.
MICKY (CONT’D)
Ay.....yeah! Someone is REALLY PISSED!! Anything missing?
Ky starts to sob again.
KY
My underwear!
MICKY
Your underwear? Are they gold lined?
KY
And that!
(she points)
He did that....over there.
Mick walks over to the picture of Ky and a WOMAN and looks down.
MICKY
Did what?
KY
Look at the picture....he masturbated on it!
MICKY
Wooo!....you gut a bona fide sicko here Casey! Breaks into your apartment to steal your panties then jerks off on a picture of you!
KY
And my mother!
Mick looks back at the picture.
MICKY
Gut any perverted relatives?
KY
Relatives no! Co-workers yes!
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MICKY
Anything else missing?
KY
You mean, besides my total sense of security! Not to mention my dignity!
MICKY
I’ll...ay....I’ll have Jimmy roused to see where he’s been all day.
KY
And Derrick!
MICKY
Derrick?...The guy at the Bureau?
KY
The Derrick that’s psychotic! The Derrick that’s perverted! The Derrick that dresses in woman’s clothes!
MICKY
Ky....Ky....Ky. Come on baby! Derrick’s not perverted. He’s a cop doing his job! He was trying to catch a pervert. Besides, you’re not his size!
KY
Send a pervert to catch a pervert!
MICKY
There you go again! Watching too many of those Stallone cop movies! Where’s the phone? I call bunko and have someone dust the place and grab the goo over there…maybe we’ll get a DNA match.
KY
First my tires, now this!
MICKY
New job...new friends...always new funny stuff!
Micky is on the phone.
KY
And no advice?
MICKY
Advice? Get a dog!
INT. AGENT’S CAR- NEXT MORNING-EARLY
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Fitzy is driving and Ky is on the passenger side. Derrick is spread out in the backseat.
No one says anything until Fitzy pulls up and stops at a construction company’s lot. The sign reads
LABONTE CONSTRUCTION.
FITZY
You said this creep’s a giant?
DERRICK
Mr. Clean’s a big one! That’s why we brought Casey along!
Ky does not react to this but simply looks over the lot.
FITZY
I hope there’s no dogs!
DERRICK
Fitz...didn’t ya’ see the Dobermans run around back there?
FITZY
(strains to look)
Not Dobermans! Can’t this wait until Marty’s back from his check-up? Marty’s real good with dogs!
DERRICK
Can’t wait on a poster boy!
A truck drives up and enters the fenced-in area and parks. Two men get out and walk to the garage. Neither is their man.
FITZY
I don’t see any dogs! Casey...you see any dogs?
KY
No dogs! How about a rat!
DERRICK
Little PMS this morning? Ms. Hotshot Rookie!
KY
Fuck you Derrick!!!
DERRICK
I bet ya’luv to!
Another truck pulls up and stops. A very large man gets out.
KY
In your dreams BOOZO!
Ky opens the door and starts across the street.
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Fitzy and Derrick sit and watch as Ky walks toward the large man.
FITZY
I still don’t see any dogs!
FITZY
Shouldn’t we go help? How about callin’ in the locals on this one…you know courtesy call.
DERRICK
Don’t need’em!
(a beat)
I think yous guys can handle it; especially with Miss Big Balls out there!
FITZY
What about those dogs!
Derrick pulls his gun out.
DERRICK
No problem! I’ll shoot ‘em!
Fitzy opens the door.
FITZY
I hate dogs!
EXT. LABONTE CONSTRUCTION LOT-CONTINUOUS
Ky approaches Mr. Carrington as Fitzy follows up behind.
Mr. Carrington is one mountain of a guy, close to seven foot and weighing in excess of four hundred pounds. He is not fat, merely huge. There is a distinct resemblance to Mr.Clean; size, bald head, earring, etc.
KY
Mr. Carrington?
The huge man turns and looks.
CARRINGTON
Who’s askin’?
Ky flashes her badge.
KY
I’m Agent Casey from the Bureau of Child Support Enforcement, and we have a warrant for your arrest for non-support.
Carrington simply eyes her and Fitzy, who is now standing next to her.
CARRINGTON
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You and the butterball there are here to arrest me?
KY
That’s right and this warrant gives us the authority...
Carrington whistles and two German shepherds jump from the cab of the truck.
The dogs position themselves on each side of Carrington and simply growl viciously, showing their teeth.
CARRINGTON
Now lady dick, you were sayin’!
DERRICK
(who has quietly entered)
We were sayin ’Mr. Clean...Not too smart bringin’ dogs to a gunfight!
Derrick has drawn his weapon. Both dogs lunge forward as Fitzy turns and runs.
Shots ring out. Scene goes BLACK.
FADE IN
INT. AGENTS’ CAR-AFTERNOON-LATER
Derrick drives as he smokes a cigarette. Fitzy sits in the backseat with his head resting on the back top of the seat and his butt in the air. The seat of his pants is torn and white bandages cover his butt.
FITZY
At least ya coulda shot one!
DERRICK
(smiles)
Hell why? I love dogs! Figured shootin’ in the air would spook ‘em.
FITZY
Spooked them all right...right on my ass! Seven stitches worth.
DERRICK
Ya’re lucky ya’ turned! Imagine....
FITZY
(stops him before he can finish his thought)
I don’t want to think about it. Hurts too much!
DERRICK
Need more than seven stitches to sew ya’r balls back on. And that’s if we coulda gut ‘em back from those pups!
Derrick pulls over to the side of the street and Marty gets in.
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DERRICK
How’d it go?
MARTY
Doctors! Same old shit! Where’s Casey?
DERRICK
Went with the collar.
MARTY
And what the hell happened to the Fitz?
DERRICK
Let’s say...we gut Mr. Clean and his dogs gut the Fitz!
MARTY
(lights a cigarette)
What’s a matter Fitz? Dogs get ya vocal cords!
FITZY
I hate dogs!
INT.CHIEF’S OFFICE-AFTERNOON-LATER
Ky and DETECTIVE ROBERTS sit at chairs in front of the Chief’s desk. The Chief stands looking out the windows; his hands are clasped behind his back.
ROBERTS
There were no prints. The sperm sample was pretty much broken drop so it will take a week or two weeks to run a match and that’s if there’s a match in the system.
Ky looks over, her interest piqued by the last statement.
ROBERTS (CONT’D)
Looks to me like some local pervert out getting his jollies. Took the panties for sovereigns. Scratch and sniff! Probably been watching Agent Casey for weeks.
And?
CHIEF
(still looking out the window)
ROBERTS
We roused a few locals from the sex offender registry along with some known flashers and we’re talking to them.
CHIEF
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And Jimmy?
ROBERTS
He’s clean. Spend yesterday in counseling sessions. Verified it with Internal Affairs.
Willing to give us a DNA sample.
CHIEF
(turns and walks to the desk)
Well then!
ROBERTS
We can put a car in the neighborhood for the next couple of nights.
Casey?
CHIEF
KY
That’s fine.
Roberts stands to leave. Ky follows suit.
ROBERTS
If there’s anything else new...I’ll call.
KY
Thank you Detective Roberts.
ROBERTS
My pleasure Agent Casey.
They both head for the door.
CHIEF
Hey Casey!
The Chief waves his hand signaling her back to her seat.
Ky returns and sits. Several beats
CHIEF (CONT’D)
So...How are ya holdin’ up here?
KY
Fine sir! Really!
CHIEF
And with the others?
KY
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Fine....everything’s fine.
CHIEF
(looks closely at her)
Mrs. Torres recanted her story.
KY
Yes...I heard.
CHIEF
And Jimmy’s doin’ well in counseling.
KY
So they tell me..
CHIEF
Gut a problem with that?
Ky is looking out the window.
Nope!
KY
And Derrick?
Derrick?...Fine sir.
That’s not what he says.
Sir?
CHIEF
Says ya been checkin’ on his cases. The French case.
KY
Well sir, I thought I could help. Derrick wasn’t here and Mrs. French was upset...and...
I thought maybe coming from another woman…..
CHIEF
(interrupts)
Ya’ help with teamwork Casey! Not by huntin’ alone! Department policy.
Yes sir.
KY
CHIEF
KY
CHIEF
KY
CHIEF
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Ya understand? Like with Mr. Clean today. Teamwork is good work!!
The telephone rings and the Chief signals the discussion is over.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
Teamwork or else no work!
Yes sir.
KY
Ky heads for the door just as Tammy enters.
INT. MARLEY’S BAR AND GRILL-SAME DAY-NIGHT
The Chief is alone drinking his scotch and water.
Frank is down at the other end of the bar attending to some lost soul.
Marty enters, looks around and walks over and sits next to the Chief.
CHIEF
So?
(does not look over, simply drinks)
Frank looks at Marty who simply nods, an odd mixture of years and events, good and bad, spent together. Frank turns to make the drink.
MARTY
So what?
CHIEF
What did those medical boneheads say today?
Frank delivers Marty’s drink.
MARTY
Same old shit!
(he drinks, a beat)
Quit drinkin’.
CHIEF
And the smokin’?
Marty is lighting a cigarette.
MARTY
And the smokin’.
CHIEF
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So how long?
MARTY
Ten...twenty...thirty years.
CHIEF
Ya gonna do the chemo?
MARTY
(takes a deep drag and starts coughing)
What for? So they can burn the rest of my dignity off.
CHIEF
What can I do?
MARTY
This one’s out of ya’re hands...Jake.
CHIEF
We’ve been together some thirty years …there buddy.
Marty motions for another round.
MARTY
Ain’t that the truth!
Didn’t think it’d happen this way.
Never!
CHIEF
MARTY
CHIEF
Figured a couple of wise guys like us woulda gut it on the streets in those early days.
MARTY
(grins)
Came close...coupla times.
CHIEF
(also grins)
That we did.
(they both drink, a long pause as they both reflect)
CHIEF (CONT’D)
Gut burnt....burnt bad.
Marty drinks and looks away.
CHIEF(CONT’D)
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Wanna’d to eat my gun!
MARTY
Second that.
There is another long silence as another round of drinks is delivered by Frank.
CHIEF
All set with Derrick?
MARTY
(raises his drink, in the affirmative)
Goddamn! To one more good payday!
CHIEF
Gettin’ late.
Sure is.
MARTY
The Chief finishes his drink and stands to leave.
CHIEF
So I’ll see ya tomorrow.
MARTY
Goddamn!
The Chief walks to the door as Marty turns and calls out.
MARTY (CONT’D)
Hey Jake!
CHIEF
(stops and turns)
Yeah?
Marty’s eyes fill with tears. He looks at the Chief and changing his mind, he raises his glass.
MARTY
God willing!
CHIEF
God willing!
The Chief exits as Frank approaches and refreshes Marty’s drink.
MARTY
(lowers his head, sotto voce)
Goddamn.
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INT. KY’S APARTMENT-SAME DAY-LATE NIGHT
The apartment has been cleaned and re-arranged. Ky sits on the sofa in a night shirt. She immediately stands and goes to the window and looks out before closing the blinds.
Ky walks to the door and double checks her new locks. Satisfied, she enters the bedroom and placing her weapon on her nightstand, climbs into bed.
INT. KY’S APARTMENT-LATER
There are noises at the door. We hear creaking and crunching sounds as the door is slowly opened.
INT. KY’S BEDROOM-CONTINUOUS
Ky is awakened by the noises at the front door. The room is dark.
Ky grabs her weapon and slowly leaves her bed and moves cautiously toward the front door.
Ky stops at her bedroom door and leans against the wall, then slowly peers around the corner.
The room is pitch black.
She starts into the room with her gun pointed ahead when it is suddenly knocked from her hand.
Ky screams as she is grabbed and shoved to the floor.
The INTRUDER , dressed in black, is wearing a nylon stocking over the head.
The INTRUDER struggles with Ky, striking her several times. Ky raises her leg and manages to
kick the INTRUDER, as she blindly fumbles for her weapon.
Reaching her weapon, she feels the full force of a vase crashing down upon her hand. Ky reels in pain.
Quickly, she attempts to crawl away as the INTRUDER kicks her viciously in the side, causing
her to roll over.
She is now in front of the window seat; she uses it to stand. Her hand is now bleeding profusely.
She can barely make out the movement of the INTRUDER rushing her.
The INTRUDER grabs her and lifts her off her feet and rushes toward the window. Ky bends her head and bites the neck of the INTRUDER who screeches in pain as Ky’s feet crash through the glass windows.
Ky legs are badly cut and hang out the window as she attempts to pull herself up and over the
window seat.
The INTRUDER charges Ky again; this time bringing another object down on her grasping hands.
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Ky releases her grip and slides farther out the window; however, manages to grab onto the edge of the window.
Her body is now hanging out.
The INTRUDER rushes forward and attempts to pry Ky’s fingers from the edge. Ky reaches up with one hand and tears at the INTRUDER’S concealed face.
Tearing through the stocking fabric, Ky looks up into FATHER’S FACE, as he uses his fists to
smash down on her remaining hand.
The force of the blow causes Ky to lose her grip and we see her slowly fall into the darkness; looking back up see now sees DERRICK’S FACE.
INT. KY’S BEDROOM-SAME TIME
Ky bolts up in her bed; she is drenched in sweat. Her lamp is still on. Her cat that has been sleeping on the bed jumps off due to her sudden movement.
Ky snatches up the phone from the bed stand and quickly punches in some numbers.
KY
(frantic)
Micky! Micky! I just had this horrible dream! It was Derrick. He broke in and….
MICKY’S APARTMENT-CONTINUOUS
It is dark. Micky is on the phone. He is lying on his side.
MICKY
Take it easy Casey! No one’s trying to break in. You had a bad dream. Nothing else. Trust me. Routine occupational happening for rookies.
Someone next to Mick rises and gets out of bed. The figure walks toward the darken bar.
MICKY (CONT’D))
You have your weapon right! And there is a black and white right outside. Rest easy...take a pill cause nuthin’s gonna happen.
A match is struck at the bar to light a cigarette. The match light reveals DERRICK’S FACE.
FADE IN:
INT. LUWANDA’S KITCHEN-NEXT DAY-MORNING
DISSOLVE TO:
LUWANDA, a heavyset black woman, sits at her kitchen table-smoking crack.
Jimmy leans against the sink. He walks to her, takes the pipe, lights it and drags on it.
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He gives it back to Luwanda who takes another hit.
There is a cell phone on the table along with some papers.
JIMMY
You know what’ya gonna say right!
LUWANDA
Sure sugar! Anything for you! Sugar Baby!
(pointing to her head)
I remembered it good.
She takes another hit and Jimmy quickly grabs the pipe from her.
JIMMY
Make the call first and you can have all you want!
Jimmy removes a bag out from his coat pocket and waves it in front of her.
Luwanda immediately picks up the phone and looks at the number on one of the papers, and punches in the numbers.
LUWANDA
Say honey...I wanna speak to one of those deadbeat cops!
Luwanda hangs up upon hearing a voice.
LUWANDA
Connected me to some bro.
JIMMY
No problem...we wait and try again. Can’t trace this call anyway.
Luwanda looks at the pipe in Jimmy’s hand and Jimmy simply shakes his head.
Luwanda presses in the numbers again.
LUWANDA
I need ta talk ta one of those support officers.
(a beat)
Hallo......Agent Casey!
(she gives a thumbs up to Jimmy)
I’m Clarissa Brown and I just runs inta’ that no good husband of mine.
(she looks at the paper)
Jessup Brown. Social security number?
(she looks over to Jimmy for help who merely slaps his forehead)
Now ya’ll listen to me! I didn’t call ya to talk about my
Social Security Number or any other number!
I calls ya ta tell’ya where my old man’s hidin’ his skinny ass. Ya see, I ain’t in the best of health, and ‘memberin’ numbers ain’t ‘xactly on my brain now.
I calls to say Jessup’s at the crack house corner or Fremont and Vine. And he
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be spendin’ his mon’y for a fix on ‘im and his hoe! Ya understand me sister!...so if I was yous, my ass id be suckin’ wind runnin’ out that front door ‘stead of lookin’ up numbers.
(several beats)
I says Jessup Brown.....Clarissa! Whad he look like? A skinny nigger with a needle in his arm! Honey! Just call Snakes! And he’ll comma slitherin’ out!
Luwanda hangs up as Jimmy moves to her and gives her a big squeeze as he wraps a cord around her throat and garrotes her to death.
EXT. REDWOOD DRIVE-MORNING
A warm sunny morning. The front door of the new home is open and the screen door is closed. There are several cars parked along the street.
In the back yard of the new home the young MOTHER hangs her wash.
Marty sits in the driver’s seat of a different car. Derrick is next to him. Both men are watching the MOTHER. The car is parked innocently down the street.
Derrick steps from the car. Dressed as a POSTMAN, complete with mailbag and safari hat, he wears dark sunglasses. Walking toward the house, he takes letters from his pouch and holds them in his hand.
Derrick walks pass the Mother who is busy hanging more clothes on the outside line. Derrick walks up the walkway and makes like he is placing letters into the mailbox attached to the house.
He takes a package with a certified slip attached to it. He quickly looks about the street and not noticing a soul, opens the screen door and enters the house.
INT. HOUSE-CONTINUOUS
….in the living room…. Derrick immediately looks about, obviously in search of the baby’s room. There are three doors to the left.
Derrick moves to the first door on the left. Opening the door, he sees that it is the master bedroom.
The next door is closed. Slowly he opens the door and begins to enter when he notices a sewing machine and various boxes; it is obvious to him that this is the junk room.
He closes the door softly and opens the third door. It is the baby’s room. There are the typical baby furnishings all about the room. Derrick quickly moves to the crib. It is empty.
EXT.BACK YARD-CONTINUOUS
The WOMAN hanging the clothes reaches in her apron to find that she has no more clothespins.
Turning, she starts toward the back door of the house.
INT. BABY’S ROOM-CONTINUOUS
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Through the back window, Derrick notices the woman walking toward the house. He quickly exits the baby’s room and goes into the spare room where he leaves the door ajar.
The WOMAN enters the house and walks to the kitchen, where she opens a draw and removes more clothespins, which she stuffs into her apron. Then she moves off to a sunroom adjacent to the kitchen. She disappears for a moment or two, reappears and walks back outside.
Derrick, from behind the door, has been watching her movements. Opening the door, he quietly heads for the sunroom when he hears a knock at the front door.
Retraces his steps to the spare room, Derrick closes the door. He hears the screen door open and someone walk in.
FRIEND
Ann? Oh Ann? Where are you?
The FRIEND walks about then heads into the kitchen calling out Ann’s name. The FRIEND
reappears with the baby in her arms; just as Ann enters from the back with an empty basket.
FRIEND (CONT’D)
So there you are!
ANN
Been out back hanging the baby’s clothes.
FRIEND
Don’t you just love the fresh air smell of baby clothes dried outdoors!
They both move off toward the sunroom as Derrick closes the door.
EXT. ABANDONED APARTMENT BUILDING-SAME MORNING
Fenced in area around an old dilapidated brick building. Trash is strewed everywhere. A typical movie domicile for the homeless, crack heads and other malevolent elements of city life.
The windows of the building are either void of glass or all boarded up. The usual metal barrel burning trash for heat sits out front. The front door is missing.
Several signs…CONDEMMED and KEEP OUT are posted on the fence and building.
Ky and Fitzy drive up and park across the street. Both look at the building as a white male runs from the front door and exits into the alley.
Ky steps from the car as Fitzy shakes his head and looks the place over.
KY
You have the warrant?
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Fitzy nods as he slowly exits the car.
FITZY
I have a really bad feeling about this place. My ass’s like rare meat still and here I go into the Hell’s barbeque.
KY
(uneasy, continues to look the building over)
Where did you say Marty and Derrick are?
FITZY
I didn’t say cause I don’t know. They both left early this morning.
KY
Great...now that we need a big mouth! He’s nowhere to be found.
FITZY
Let’s try callin’ them. We can wait.
KY
To catch a doper? We can handle this. What do you guys call it…a squeezer!
(a beat)
I just wanted Derrick’s big mouth to spook the guy out.
They both slowly, carefully approach the building.
FITZY
What we really need is Jimmy. He knows all the freakin’ hop heads.
KY
Well...let’s do it!
They move up the front steps.
FITZY
Casey...Do ya think there are any dogs in there?
If there were, they’ve probably all been eaten by now.
KY
INT. HOUSE-STUDY-MOMENTS LATER
Derrick is quickly planning his escape. He’s at the window fidgeting with some new window lock mechanism. As he takes a knife and begins to softly pry the device, he notices the two women again out back, each carrying a laundry basket.
Derrick opens the door, closes it behind him and quickly moves to the sunroom. Lying in a play pen is a beautiful baby boy awake and playing with his feet.
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Derrick reaches down and carefully picks up the baby. Grabbing the baby’s pacifier, he sticks it into the baby’s mouth. He places the baby into the mail pouch and covers him over with a small blanket and letters. He quickly exits through the front door.
EXT. FRONT OF HOUSE-CONTINUOUS
Derrick walks down the walkway, turns right and starts back toward the car. As he passes the backyard, he glances over to see both women talking and hanging clothes.
Derrick walks to the car which is already running, climbs into the passenger side, throws the hat in the back seat and places the pouch between him and Marty.
A screwdriver is sticking out of the broken ignition. Marty puts the car in gear and they quietly drive off.
INT. BUILDING HALLWAY-LATER
Ky and Fitzy carefully make their way into the hallway. The building is partially burned.
Garbage and graffiti are strewn and written everywhere. The doors leading into the apartments are gone.
Ky and Fitzy slowly move from room to room. In some of the rooms, several people are laying about; obviously stoned or passed out.
In another room, there is an old stained mattress with a sleeping vagrant. Sitting against a wall, a black man watches the sleeping man.
Ky cautiously approaches the black man.
KY
Jesup....Jesup Brown?
No one moves. Ky moves to the man on the mattress.
KY (CON’D)
Are you Jesup Brown?
The black man on the mattress looks up and smiles.
BLACK MAN
No man that name here.
FITZY
Let’s get out...he’s probably long gone!
Ky and Fitzy turn and exit the room. Back in the hallway, they hear a crash and see a FIGURE run down the darken hallway.
Both Ky and Fitzy pull their weapons.
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FITZY (CONT’D)
Forget it Casey! Too risky! It could be anyone or anything down there. Let’s call for back up!
KY
You’ve been watching too many movies...partner!
Ky turns and slowly walks to the door that becomes a descending stairway.
KY (CONT’D)
God it stinks!
Ky takes out her flashlight and begins down the stairs.
FITZY
Whadda I tell ya….mutant creatures! They always give off a stink…just before they bite your head off!
Ky slowly descends into the darkness.
FITZY (CONT’D)
Ah shit!!!! Here goes my freakin’ head!
INT. BASEMENT-CONTINUOUS
It is extremely dark in the basement. Ky’s flashlight is weak and cuts a yellow ribbon through the darkness.
In some places where there are holes in the ceiling, shafts of light make pools on the floor.
Trash and broken furniture, the abandoned trappings of life long gone lay heaped in piles.
The basement has some partitions near the walls that may once have served as storage bins for the occupants. Some still stand while others have been knocked down.
There is a loud crash at the back of the large basement.
Ky, using her weak light points in the direction of the noise and motions Fitzy to circle around.
Fitzy negotiates around several partitions as Ky heads straight toward the noise. Her gun pointed ahead.
INT: LARGE PARTITION BACK BASEMENT-CONTINUOUS
A DARK FIGURE hides behind the back partition. Some light from cracks above makes the FIGURE’S outline somewhat visible.
KY
Jesup Brown! Are you there!
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Ky is still using her dull flashlight to lead her way as the FIGURE starts moving toward her.
We see the FIGURE’S OUTLINE as it raises its arm revealing a weapon aimed in Ky’s direction. Ky suddenly trips and falls. The FIGURES loses Ky and moves back.
FIGURE
(in a falsetto voice)
Come get me pig!
KY
(kneeling and looking toward the voice)
Mr. Brown. I’m Agent Casey from the Bureau of Child Support Enforcement.
We have a warrant for your arrest. So why don’t you make this easy on yourself.
Fitzy has by now slowly circled around and spots the figure. He carefully turns, only to see Ky now directly approaching the figure, her weak light leading the way.
Looking back at the figure, Fitzy notices the weapon in the hand as the FIGURE moves out of the dark and into the shaft of light, with a raised weapon ready to fire.
Fitzy instantly recognizes JIMMY. Fitzy lowers his gun and quickly moves toward Jimmy.
FITZY
Jimmy! What the heck are ya doing man!! It’s....
Jimmy turns and BAM-BAM fires at Fitzy, hitting him and knocking him down.
Jimmy immediately spins back to face Ky, now fully exposed in a pool of light as several shots and flashes of blue and orange flames are exchanged.
Jimmy rocks backward and slumps down against the wall.
EXT.APARTMENT BUILDING-LATER
Police cars are everywhere. Blues lights are flashing all over. By the doorway, two ambulances are parked.
Policemen lead several druggies out of the building and into the parked police cars.
Two medics walk from the building pushing Fitzy strapped to a gurney. Ky is walking by his side holding his hand. She is crying softly.
Fitzy looks up at her.
FITZY
Jimmy was always a bad shot!
Fitzy is placed into an ambulance. The doors close and the ambulance pulls out sirens screaming.
The Chief’s car pulls up and he quickly jumps out. Behind him is Micky who parks and jumps from his vehicle.
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Both men approach Ky who appears completely comatose.
Micky runs up to her, grabs her and holds her. She begins to sob. She looks to the Chief.
KY
(through streaming tears)
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!!
Micky continues to hold Ky as the Chief looks toward the two medics exiting with Jimmy’s corpse in a body bag. They stop upon seeing the Chief.
CHIEF
(screeches)
GET HIM OUTTA HERE!
INT. KY’S APARTMENT-NEXT MORNING-EARLY
Ky is laying on her living room floor doing calisthenics. She is dressed in sweat pants and top and is on her back pedaling in the air when the phone rings.
KY
Mami!
(she starts to sob, quickly stops and gains control)
I’m fine. Yes, there’s an investigation. It takes a while. No! There is no need for you to come here! I’m on leave until it’s completed. Yes I promise! Te quiero Mami!
She hangs up the phone and puts on her sneakers, grabs her house keys, ties a walkman around her waist and exits her apartment.
INT: TAMMY’S APARTMENT-SAME MORNING-EARLY
PAN UP to BABY being charged.
TAMMY
Sure is a little cutie! When’s the drop?
DERRICK
(sitting and drinking)
Tomorrow at Rutledge. Ya gut the directions down. Right!
TAMMY
Piece of cake. Not like the last one. No more doped-up Jimmy to screw it up!
(a beat)
How much?
DERRICK
Five large!
TAMMY
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Must be some buyer!
DERRICK
Ya know I was thinkin’ the exact same thin’. Chief’s in one fuck of a rush this time.
TAMMY
Some Foreign biggee I bet! Or some freaking big time coke dealer! Wouldn’t mind finding out who this little one’s for? Maybe more cash in it!
DERRICK
Don’t be getting’ any stupid ideas! This is it for me! Fuckin’ fiibbees be crawlin’ up everyone’s ass over this! This ain’t no crack head rat fuckin’ baby.
TAMMY
Like I said… it must be a biggee!
Derrick stares out the window contemplating Tammy’s last statement.
EXT. LONG STREET-MORNING-LATER
Ky does a few more stretching exercises against the telephone pole. Finished, she begins
jogging up her long street.
It is a glorious morning.
Ky jogs along, singing to the music from her radio. At the top of the street, her attention is drawn to the headlines of the morning paper in the outside newsstand.
Ky looks at the paper as she jogs by; stops and runs back to the stand.
KY POV: Bending down, she looks at the photo of a small baby boy and the headlines:
MISSING BABY BELIEVED KIDNAPPED.
Ky stares for several moments, then looks up to see if anyone is around. Satisfied, Ky pounds on the top of the stand, and pulls the lid down and takes out a paper.
Ky quickly closes the lid and looking around, rises and runs back down the street with newspaper tucked under her arm.
INT. KY’S APARTMENT-MOMENTS LATER
Ky is pacing in her living room, pacing, thinking and pacing; only stopping to look again at the front page of the paper.
Finally, she grabs the phone and punches in some numbers.
KY
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Detective Cocozza please! Well..do you know where he might be?
Could you get a message to him? It’s urgent! Agent Casey..yes...thanks!
Hanging up the phone, Ky removes her sneakers as she moves toward the bathroom.
Ky hops into the tub and takes a shower. Through the curtain, she is seen washing her body.
Hearing something, she stops and pulls the curtain back. There is nothing.
Ky continues to wash. Now washing her hair, she is soaping up her head when she is grabbed by hands wrapped in the curtain.
Ky screams as she tries to wash the soap from her face and eyes.
The hands release her and as she draws back the curtain a bit, she sees MICKY standing and laughing.
Ky immediately throws the shampoo container at him, and pulls the curtain closed.
KY
(wiping the soap from her eyes)
Throw me a towel! Psycho cop!
Micky finds a towel and pitches it over the curtain.
KY (CONT’D)
How did you get in?
MICKY
(from the next room)
I’m a psycho cop...Remember!
Ky steps out of the shower with the towel wrapped around her.
KY
Left the door unlocked…again…didn’t I?
MICKY
Must have a whole lot on your mind!
KY
How did you get here so fast?
MICKY
They called me on the radio and I wasn’t far. Fiibs are crawling all over this place.
What’s so urgent?
KY
Mick, I know where the baby is!
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MICKY
Come again?
KY
You heard me!
She closes the bathroom door to get dressed. Micky moves to the door.
MICKY
(sarcastically)
Okay Detective Casey! Who’s gut the kid!
Ky opens the door. She is dressed and pushes right by Micky.
KY
Derrick of course!
MICKY
(incredulous)
Derrick? The Derrick Murray who works at the Bureau?….With you?
KY
The very same!
She sits on the floor and begins putting on her sneakers.
Micky walks over to her and feels her forehead.
KY
What are you doing?
MICKY
I knew it…your brain’s fried! This entire ordeal has you so goonied up!
You’ve lost touch with reality! Happens to rookies all the time!
Ky ignores him and continues to dress.
KY
It’s Derrick all right. And if my hunch is right, which my female intuition tells me so. When your thugs get the DNA results back on those pubic hairs and run them against Derrick…you’ll see he murdered Christina French and probably her ex-husband.
MICKY
Unfuckin’copable! Kidnapping and now murder!
Ky stands and walks up to him.
KY
Listen…you thick skulled mick cop!
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(she grabs him)
Listen to me. Last week, I’m looking for the French file and it’s gone…then it’s back. One week she’s not even a registered client.
And puff, the next week she’s registered deceased! Then, I’m looking through his desk when out pops this little baby’s picture. And Lord of all miracles the picture is an identical match to the baby in today’s paper.
Ky picks up the paper from the floor and shows him.
KY (CONT’D)
I didn’t think much at first, so I stuck the photo back. It’s the same face. IT’S
THIS KID!
Micky is staring at the picture.
MICKY
All baby pictures look alike.
KY
Not this one! Besides, what would Derrick be doing with a baby picture?….Oh please! I don’t even want to venture the thought!
MICKY
Relative?
KY
(putting on her jacket)
Derrick doesn’t have relatives this close to earth!
MICKY
And just where in the hell do you think you’re going?
KY
To the office to find that picture!
Ky opens the door as Mick reaches over and grabs her arm.
MICKY
No you’re not! You’re on mandatory leave pending the outcome of an internal investigation of a cop’s death! If you so much as venture a step into that office let alone the thought of accusing a fellow officer of kidnapping without a shred of evidence your ass is gonzo!
KY
(pushes him away and grabs the paper)
I’ll take that chance….to save that baby!!
Ky opens the door and heads down the stairs. Micky closes the door and follows.
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INT. DESCENDING STAIRS-CONTINUOUS
MICKY
Casey…how about if I go in and take a look?
KY
Right!! And what do you say when they catch you fishing around Derrick’s desk?
MICKY
Suspicion of kidnapping!
KY
Mick! Think! You’re Homicide! The kid isn’t dead yet! Oh God! I need to go!
As they both descend the stairs with Ky leading the way.
MICKY (O.S.)
Well, I suppose the most they can do is hospitalize you after they fire your ass!
INT. BUREAU OFFICE-AFTERNOON
Marty is the only one in the office. He is sitting at his desk reading the daily paper; is coat is off and he is bent over the desk. He looks rough.
The Chief’s door is closed.
Ky and Micky walk in together and go to Derrick’s desk.
Marty looks up not the least surprised as Tammy comes around the corner to see what is happening.
KY
Where’s Derrick?
Tammy enters with a cup of coffee, seeing Ky she places her coffee down on her desk and immediately walks up to Ky and Micky.
TAMMY
Chief’s not gonna be too happy seein’ ya pretty little thing here!
Ky begins searching through the sides of the blotter for the picture. Not finding anything, she empties the desk throwing things on the floor in frustration.
The Chief’s door opens and Carla Reading and the Chief exit.
The Chief seeing Ky in her frenzy, walks toward the commotion.
CHIEF
And just what in the SAM HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOIN’!!!!!
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TAMMY
She’s looking through Derrick’s desk.
KY
Where’s Derrick?
Ky has practically emptied the contents of the desk onto the floor. She is now on her hands and knees picking through the mess.
CHIEF
(standing beside her)
Would someone, anyone tell me what this CRAZED WOMAN IS DOING HERE?
KY
(without looking up)
He’s got the baby!
CHIEF
Baby! What baby?
Carla Reading is now standing by Tammy and is simply staring.
MICKY
Agent Casey believes Derrick kidnapped that missing baby.
CHIEF
WHAT!! KIPNAPPING!! This time you’ve done it, Casey! You’ve flipped!
You’ve lost your goddam mind! Would someone get this fried egg outta here before I fire her ass!
Micky goes to her and attempts to get her to stand as she continues rummaging through the papers.
The Chief looks at Carla who simply raises an eyebrow, turns and exits. Ky is now standing with Mick.
KY
Last week I was looking for the French file in the computer that didn’t exist until after her murder.
CHIEF
Murder?..WHAT MURDER!!
The Chief looks to Micky who simply shakes his head. Ky returns to the mess on the floor.
MICKY
Ay…that part I forget to mention, Ky believes Derrick did the
French woman since there’s no file on record!
TAMMY
We always had a file on French!
Ky shoots Tammy a look.
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KY
Chief I looked through Derrick’s desk and this baby picture falls out. And today I see the front page of the paper and it’s the same baby boy!
Tammy is now standing next to the Chief.
TAMMY
That was Derrick’s new nephew. He showed me the picture last week.
Stung, Ky looks at Tammy in utter consternation. Marty has not moved from his seat, but sadly, knowingly looks at Ky.
CHIEF
(with growing hostility)
The only thing not right here is you, Casey! You ‘re under an investigation for shootin’ an Agent and now you concoct this lunatic story about one of the Bureau’s best cops. It’s apparent to me that the stress of this job is beyond you emotional and rational capacities. If I so much as I hear one more ignorant statement or allegation.....I’ll have your badge!
Now get the hell out of here before I call the psycho unit!
Marty moves up to Ky and he and Micky both grab Ky by the arms and walk her to the door.
Ky looks and feels completely defeated. With her head down, she leaves with Micky.
Marty stands frozen watching them leave. He makes a movement to follow as Ky turns back toward him. Marty stops, looks at her shakes his head and finally turns and walks back into the office.
INT. MICKY’S CAR-LATER
Micky is driving Ky home. She is slumped down in the passenger seat staring out the side window. He reaches over and pats her on the leg.
MICKY
Sorry about that in there. I know I was a bit harsh but Casey... you need to understand the reality of this situation. You’ve been under unbelievable stress. Most cops don’t go through what you been through in their whole careers. And you haven’t even a month in.
Your department has seen more activity in the last month than we have in the last five months! Welfare reform making everyone nuts!
KY
(coming to life)
My point exactly! This isn’t normal! They’re all bloody dirty! All of them…..except Fitzy!
Micky pulls over in front of her apartment. Ky is distraught and beat.
MICKY
How about we get some real food tonight.
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KY
(begins to cry)
I know I’m right and just because I’m some green shield doesn’t mean I can’t think on my own. Screw him and screw his team!!
(out the window)
FUCK TEAMWORK! I WORK!
MICKY
(putting his arms around her)
Just listen to yourself! Your tired…irrational…
KY
(cuts him off)
If you say menstrual I swear I’ll shoot you right here.
MICKY
If I knew that I’d never have gotten into the car with you. Now how about a nice special dinner.
Ky wipes her eyes and looks over to Micky.
KY
No chrome cups!
MICKY
At Castillo’s with real glasses with white linen tablecloths, and vino that at the very least is two months old! Deal? I’ll swing by at eight!
Ky exits the car and Mick pulls a U-turn and leaves.
EXT. ROADSIDE TELEPHONE BOOTH-LATER
Micky is talking on the phone. It is stating to rain.
MICKY
She’s pretty well gut it all figured out.
(several beats as he listens)
Sure...I stay close. What other options do you have here?
INT. MARTY’S APARTMENT-EARLY EVENING
Marty is sitting in his dark apartment watching his TV. He has a glass of bourbon in his hand and a half bottle rests on a table. An ashtray filled is with cigarette butts.
He continues drinking and staring at the TV
CLOSE-UP ON T.V.
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We see a young Mother pleading for the safe return of her baby boy. She is weeping uncontrollably as she tries to speak.
MOTHER
Please! If anyone has seen my baby, please call us. Please don’t hurt my baby! Please!! We just want him back...Please help us!
The Mother nearly collapses. There is a picture of the baby and a telephone number to call.
Marty picks up the bottle and pouring a huge amount of liquor into his glass and quickly gulps it down.
POLICE SPOKESPERSON
If anyone knows the whereabouts or has any information concerning the disappearance of little Justin White; please help us by calling this number.
Marty reaches down on the floor next to his chair and picks up an envelope filled with hundred dollars bills.
Looking at the tearful father, Marty tosses all the money across the room in utter disgust.
Reaching down on the floor again, he picks up his weapon and immediately sticks it into his mouth. He closes his eyes. His finger begins to squeeze the trigger when there is a LOUD
KNOCK on the door.
INT. MARTY’S APARTMENT-MOMENTS LATER
……more knocking on the door…. Marty, as if he knows who it is finishes the last gulp of the bourbon in his glass and rising, slowly walks to the door and opens it without looking.
Ky quickly enters and surveys the room. Marty simply stares at the floor.
KY
Will you help?
Marty looks up, his eyes are filled with tears. He nods. Ky reaches over and takes the weapon out of his hand, unloads the gun and turning the empty gun around, hands it back to him along with the handful of bullets.
INT. MICKY’S CAR-NIGHT
Micky is driving as Ky sits quietly in the passenger side staring out into the rain soaked night.
Micky seems unusually nervous; Ky eased state only serves to heighten his nerves.
MICKY
So much for my plans! Care to tell me what yours are?
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Ky pulls out her weapon and racks the slide as she checks it out.
MICKY (CONT”D.)
I see….big plans!
(jokingly to allay his nerves)
Apparently you know how to use one of those?
KY
I pray you don’t have to see!
Micky looks ahead and snaps the wipers up a notch.
MICKY
Raining damn hard!
(he looks over to her)
You’re sure about this?
KY
More sure of it than anything else in my life.
MICKY
Well, that’s reassuring coming from a cop whose about to lose her job.
KY
It’s not over until it’s over
MICKY
Prophetic!
KY
My mother always says that! And I still can’t figure out what she means!
MICKY
Maybe we should go and asked her?
KY
I did and she said it’s over when it’s over
MICKY
This whole thing is really messed up!
KY
No. I think it’s pretty simple.
MICKY
But it doesn’t make any sense!
KY
Because you haven’t been listening to me…Detective!
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The whole department’s dirty…except…
MICKY
Yeah…yeah…except Fitzy!
KY
Gee…you have been listening.
MICKY
Listening…not believing!
There is a long pause as Mick drives and ponders.
MICKY (CONT’D)
Why Marty? Why did he tell you?
KY
Guilt…and he’s tired of it. He practically told me in the office the other day.
I could sense it in him.
Ky stares out the window.
KY (CONT’D)
He wants things different now. Settled and over! Before it’s all over for him.
Hey look! LOOK!!… DERRICK’S CAR!!!!
Ky points to a car a few cars ahead. She leans forward to get a better view.
KY (CONT’D)
Right there! One…two…three cars up!
Micky quickly pulls to the left and passes a slower moving vehicle. Ky picks up the phone and Micky reaches over and grabs it out of her hand.
MICKY
What are you doing?
KY
Calling for back-up!
MICKY
And who are you going to call?
KY
The F.B.I.! Of course dumbo!
MICKY
Get serious here gringo! You’ll have a parade of flashing lights
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from here til NEW YEARS! Not to mention what could happen to that baby.
If there even is a baby!
KY
Hey!! He’s taking a right!
MICKY
Let’s just settle down and take it easy here.
KY
DAMN! He’s made us! Will you drive before we lose him!
Micky makes a hard right as the tires slide across the wet road. He accelerates to catch the car ahead.
MICKY
He certainly has now!
Ky hangs on as Micky speeds up down the long dark road.
KY
He’s going to hurt that poor baby!
Micky’s car is now closing in fast on the suspect’s car. Suddenly, the suspect’s car makes an earth screeching right into RUTLEGE STATE PARK.
Micky immediately locks his brakes and does a 180. Recovering, Micky accelerates down the park road toward the fleeing car.
EXT. RUTLEDGE STATE PARK-PARKING LOT-CONTINUOUS
In the park, we see the suspect’s car is parked as Mick’s car pulls up behind it. The door of the suspect’s car is open and the car lights beam forward.
In the light, Ky see a FIGURE fleeing toward the bridge.
KY
(jumping from the car)
There he goes!
We now see several other vehicles parked in the area as Ky runs toward the edge of the pond.
The FIGURE, dressed all in dark clothes with the basket tucked under one arm runs up onto the pathway to the bridge leading over the pond.
Ky stands at the water’s edge. It is raining extremely hard now. Visibility is limited to the objects moving within the range of the car’s high beams.
Ky assumes a shooting stance, pointing her weapon at the fleeing FIGURE.
KY
FREEZE ASSHOLE!!
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By now we see that the FIGURE has reached the middle of the bridge and is caught in the light of the car’s high beams. The FIGURE stops and slowly raises the basket over the bridge railing and looks down into the swirling darkness.
Micky, once down by the bridge, has vanished.
KY
(begins to move into the water)
DON’T DO IT!! I”LL BLOW YOU TO FUCKING HELL!!!
Micky, coming out of the dark, quickly approaches Ky from the back and puts his gun up to her head.
MICKY
Drop it Casey!!
Ky lowers her weapon as SHOOTS RING OUT and MICKY slumps to the ground dead.
Ky looks toward Marty, his gun still smoking then quickly points her weapon as the FIGURE on the BRIDGE as the FIGURE releases the basket over the railing. Ky immediately fires several shots at the FIGURE as it disappears into the darkness. Ky jumps into the pond and starts swimming toward the basket when she sees Marty rising in the water with the basket.
Marty slowly appears out of the darkness holding the basket.
KY
The baby?
MARTY
Cold but he’s okay.
Marty and Ky wade to the shore as Marty removes his coat and covers the baby.
Suddenly, Marty starts a coughing fit.
KY
You okay? I’ll call an ambulance!
MARTY
I’m fine…just winded. You go get ‘im! I’ll call the ambulance and back-up!
KY
Thanks Marty!
Marty waves her off as he points in the direction of the fleeing FIGURE. Ky, with weapon in hand, starts toward the footpath.
MARTY
Hey Casey! Watch yourself! This one’s NO SQUEEZER!
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Ky across the bridge and disappears into the darkness of the foot pathway.
INT. CARLA READING’S CAR-CONTINUOUS
Carla is on her cell phone.
CARLA
Heard some shoots….Everything will be…..
EXT:CARLA’S CAR-CONTINUOUS
The MAN taps on the window. Carla shuts down her cell phone. We hear the hum of the electric motor lowering the window.
MAN
Who the fuck’s shootin’?
The MAN quickly pulls a gun and sticks it into Carla’s face.
MAN (CONT’D)
Enough of this bullshit lady! I’ll take that delivery NOW!
Carla reaches for the bag and pulls out a gun and fires, hitting the MAN and knocking him to the ground. Carla instantly throws the car in reverse and takes off.
As she does, the headlights of her car illuminate DERRICK lying on his back.
EXT. DIRT ROAD IN PARK-MOMENTS LATER
KY stops dead in her tracks when she hears the gunshot. She runs up the dirt road when suddenly a car materializes out of the dark, driving straight at her.
On pure reflex, Ky leaps into the woods escaping certain death. Ky quickly rebounds back on the dirt road and opens fire on the fleeing car, sending orange and blue flames into the night.
KY POV:
We see the car disappear in the darkness of the park road.
EXT. PARK PARKING LOT. MOMENTS LATER
KY emerges running down the pathway from the bridge and heads to Micky’s car.
INT. MICKY’S CAR-CONTINUOUS
Ky whips the car into reversal and quickly spins the car through the gravel and mud as she heads out the exit in pursuit of the escaping vehicle.
EXT. BUREAU OFFICE PARKING LOT- LATER
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The CHIEF, sloughed down in a different car at the back of the parking lot, is patiently smoking.
Suddenly, CARLA’S CAR careens into the lot and pulls up to the Chief’s car.
The Chief, sensing something’s wrong, gets out of his car and walks to Carla’s car.
CARLA
THAT BASTARD TRIED TO SHOOT ME! And he’s taken all the money!
All of it, Jake!! There were shots and there’s no baby!
Another speeding car erratically enters the lot, slows down, then takes off, hitting the curb before coming to a full stop.
CARLA
Now he’s here to kill me!
Carla quickly drives off around the building and toward the exit.
The Chief slowly makes his way around other cars, and with his gun drawn works his way to the last car that entered the lot.
Reaching the car in the pouring rain, the Chief sees the DRIVER. Dressed in dark clothes with a cap pulled forward, the body is visible leaning forward. The DRIVER is lifeless.
Turning, the Chief quickly retraces his steps back to his car.
As the Chief moves out of sight, another speeding car enters the parking lot and heads toward the stopped car resting at the curb.
EXT. PARKING LOT-CONTINUOUS
Derrick halts at the stopped car, Gets out, and slowly opens the passenger door and sees the slumped body. Derrick slams the car door and races back to his car and speeds off toward the building.
Around back, Derrick spots Carla’s car. Extinguishing his lights, he immediately parks.
Outside the car, Derrick makes his way to her car when he notices the Chief’s car approaching from the back of the building.
Derrick quickly rushes Carla’s car. Looking in, he sees the car is empty. Derrick yanks the door open and gets in, all the time watching the Chief park his car. The rain is now coming down in torrents making visibility impossible.
The Chief slowly approaches the car and sees someone inside through the rain-streaked windows. He quickly opens the door and jumps into the passenger side.
INT. CARLA’S CAR-MOMENTS LATER
The Chief looks over and sees Derrick holding his gun on him.
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CHIEF
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN’?
DERRICK
About to ask ya the same thin’! Where’s the bitch with the money!
CHIEF
The money’s safe .Where’s the kid?
The Chief POV: sees that Derrick is bleeding.
DERRICK
(enraged)
BIG JOB JAKE! AT IT AGAIN HEY! SCREW ALL
YOUR BUDDIES! JUST LIKE BEFORE! JUST LIKE WITH THE DRUG
MONEY!
(he raises his weapon to the Chief’s head)
WHERE’S THE FUCKIN’ MONEY!!
CHIEF
Take it easy Derrick! And put the gun down! We’ll take it step by step now. I wasn’t out to fuck anyone! It was the bitch just like you said
DERRICK
(ballistic)
FUCK YA’ AND THAT BITCH! I WANT THE MONEY!
CHIEF
Okay..okay…it’s right here in the back!
The Chief momentarily turns to look into the back seat, all the time pulling his weapon from his side as Derrick grimaces and turns to look into the back seat.
The Chief fires…BAM… hitting Derrick in the lower abdomen. Derrick screams out. His body slams against the inside of the car door.
The Chief throws open the car door and rolls out of the vehicle. Derrick, reeling in pain, fires at the fleeing shape in the rain.
EXT. BUREAU OFFICE PARKING LOT-MOMENTS LATER
Ky drives into the lot and pulls up to the first car. She extinguishes her lights and cuts the engine. Cautiously she exits Micky’s car and approaches the vehicle, gun in hand.
Approaching slowly, she methodically surveys the surrounding area. At the vehicle, Ky attempts to look in but is unable to see through the fogged up car windows.
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Crouching, she moves around to the driver’s door and quickly yanks it open just as a body rolls face down onto the wet payment. The body is dressed like the FIGURE at the BRIDGE with a dark leather coat and cap pulled down over the face.
Ky reaches down to feel for a pulse as the cap and wig come loose revealing a very dead
TAMMY. Ky instantly jerks back in total horror.
Ky hoisters her gun and leaning over, rolls Tammy on her back. Ky kneels and placing her fingers on the inside of Tammy throat; there is no pulse.
Ky stands and looks off toward the Bureau building. She races back to Micky’s car and drives toward the building.
EXT. CARLA’S CAR-CONTINUOUS
Ky reaches Carla’s car and quickly approaches the open door with her weapon drawn.
At the door she peers in with her gun and notices the vehicle is empty except for the blood on the front seat. She rolls from the car and her attention is immediately focused on the lights coming on inside the building.
INT. BUREAU OFFICE ENTRANCE-MOMENTS LATER
Ky pushes open the office glass door and cautiously moves into the reception area.
With weapon drawn and ready, Ky quietly moves and crouches behind Tammy’s desk.
Squatting, she tries to peer into the darkness.
The rooms are very dark, the only light comes from the street shadows playing across the room.
The Chief’s door is closed. Ky notices that the Conference Room lights are on. At the door, she briefly leans against the wall, takes a deep breath, and suddenly pushes the door open and jerks a quick look around the corner.
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM-CONTINUOUS
Ky’s POV: The Chief is standing at the Ping-Pong table, his jacket is off and his sleeves are rolled up. There is a blood stain on the side of his white shirt.
The Chief’s weapon is on the table. In his hand, he twirls a paddle.
Ky rises and slowly moves cop-like into the room. Leading with her gun, she stops, turns and points it in several directions as she checks out the room. At the table she quickly looks down beneath it.
Standing, she faces the Chief who has begun his warm-up ritual with his paddle but slowly this time, in obvious pain.
CHIEF
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Been expectin’ you!
KY
(pointing her weapon at the Chief)
Where’s Derrick?
Dead!
CHIEF
The Chief flings a paddle across the table.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
Heard you gut real good!
Ky lowers her weapon as the Chief prepares to do battle at his side of the table. Ky slowly moves toward the Chief, paddle in hand, gun in the other and takes the Chief’s weapon and stuffs it into her pants.
As Ky slowly moves back to her side of the ping-pong table, the Chief painfully serves the ball. Ky smashes it back across the table. The Chief lets it go by.
KY
Why?….just tell me WHY!!
The Chief takes out another ball.
CHIEF
Why?......It’s not why……it’s never why! It’s always because…..because of the money and because of reasonable doubt.
The Chief strikes the ball at Ky who quickly returns the shot.
CHIEF (CONT’D)
Money may not buy you love little girl….but it can certainly buy you reasonable doubt.
He winces in pain but manages to return the ball.
KY
Reasonable doubt keeps innocent people out of jail.
The Chief misses the return and takes out still another ball.
CHIEF
Not so! The delicate balance of money and reasonable doubt keeps the guilty free. Ya see the tiers of justice are built on the cost of reason doubt. Corrupt cops, lawyers, judges know the cost of reasonable doubt and use it to make their system of justice.
KY
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I need to call this in Chief!
The Chief now, with added strength, smashes the ball pass Ky.
CHIEF
Sorta of late for that kid! Would ya’ think!
The Chief turns to reveal the blood stain covering his entire side and back.
KY
But you didn’t have to do this, follow them….did you!
CHIEF
Not at first, but then slowly like a cancer it begins with a smell that wants to make ya’ quit and run but then the ring of money keeps soundin’ and the smell just goes away. Hah….we’ve duped the public into thinkin’ there’s justice…a fair and just system that works for all…..it works all right if you can pay the price of justice. And that my young naïve, out to cure the world’s evils, is how the system works…learn the system but first find the rules and use the rules to make the system win for you! We’re all bad guys in someway…somehow it just shows up because it’s always there…it’s as human as we get Casey. But we spend our whole lives feeling bad about what it is we are…because it’s the business we humans are best at. And only us, the keepers of the bad, really know and understand the good of it.
Ky picks up a ball and hits it pass the Chief. The Chief begins to cough. Some blood appears at the corner of his mouth
KY
Game Chief!
Ky picks up her gun and drops the paddle on the table. The Chief is now leaning heavily on the table as more blood spreads across his shirt.
From the back, we see Carla quietly enter the room. She has a gun pointed directly at Ky.
CARLA
He’s wrong Casey! The game never ends! It simply can’t and won’t! It just goes on and on and on! And the whole system just keeps spinning around, over and over. The players may change.
They come and go…but the system just keeps turning over and over.
And the trick of it is to learn not how to make the rules, but how to control those who think they do. Then you’re the system…….Now…very slowly drop your weapon!
Carla stands behind Ky as she drops her gun to the floor.
KY
I just want to know one thing? Who was the baby for?
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CARLA
Doesn’t really matter now does it!
(she kicks Ky’s gun across the floor)
Because the system works. You were right Jake! This one even got by me!
In the back of the room, we see Marty slowly, cautiously enter the room and move up behind Carla.
MARTY
Put the piece down real slow cause I just might think ya’re intendin’ to use it and this will be the last time that scummy little rat fuck face of ya’s sucks air!
Carla drops the gun. Marty now behind her, kicks the weapon away.
MARTY (CONT’D)
It’s all over…the whole dirty lot of it….for all of us!
Marty grabs Carla’s purse, fishes through it and pulls out another weapon. He flings it.
MARTY (CONT’D)
I’ m sorry Jake! Real sorry. There was nutin’ I could do!
I tried to tell ya the other night. Jake ya gutta believe me!
I was just tryin’ to save my marriage. I didn’t think it’d come to this!
I figured they just forget about it like they do with everything else! I fuckin’ needed the money!
CHIEF
(reacts violently)
Ya bastard! We were fuckin’ partners for Chrissakes; out there on the streets buddies! Ready to die! FUCK OR BE FUCKED!!
Right Marty!!
Carla drops down and grabs one of the weapons on the floor. Crouching, she quickly blasts at
Ky. hitting the Chief. The Chief, reeling backwards from the impact, shots back as Ky pulls her weapon from her pants and blasts Carla away.
Ky sees that Marty’s been shot in the upper chest by the Chief’s errant shot.
Ky rushes to the Chief. He lays coughing and spitting blood. She bends down and places her coat under his head.
CHIEF
(gasping)
Ya’d make a good cop….Casey….
(a horrid cough)
But you still suck at Ping-Pong
Learn the game…learn the game well…then beat ‘em….game…
KY
Where’s Derrick!!!
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The Chief’s head slumps down on his chest. He dies.
Ky checks Carla who lies with her black eyes wide open. DEAD. She goes to Marty who lies face down. Reaching under him to turn him over, she quickly pulls back in hand and arm and recoils from her blood soaked hand. Standing, she quickly moves from the Conference room into the darken offices and makes her way to her desk to use the phone.
EXT: DARKEN OFFICES-CONTINUOUS
Ky slowly makes her way to her desk. As she punches in some numbers, another gun is placed to her head. A HAND takes the phone and rips it from the jack. Ky feels blood from the hand as it streams down the side of her face.
KY
So what now Derrick? You going to kill me too!
Derrick spins Ky around and smashes her in her face with his gun sending Ky sprawling to the floor.
Derrick is now bent over her… screaming.
DERRICK
GET UP BITCH! GET THE FUCK UP!!!
Ky weaves back and forth pretending to have difficulty rising and the with one great surge of energy grabs Derrick’s leg and pulls it out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor. Derrick’s gun flies loose out in the darkness of the room.
Derrick is on his hands and knees searching for his weapon. Ky quickly stands and begins landing expert kicks all over Derrick’s body. Now we can see the extent of his blood loss. Derrick is covered in blood. With a last great leap, Derrick pounces on his weapon just as Ky crashes a telephone down on his hand. Derrick screeches in pain and rolls over. Ky reaches for the gun but Derrick manages to kick it with an outstretched leg, knocking it into the darkness of the room.
Looking back down at Derrick, she manages to kick him ferociously in the head.
KY
That’s for making me shoot Tammy!
Derrick rolls over into a ball, attempting to protect himself from the onslaught of Ky’s savagery. But
Ky’s kicks all seem to hit their mark.
KY
And that’s for Christina and her two orphaned kids!
DERRICK
Ya gut this all wrong! I didn’t shoot………..
Before he can finish, Ky kicks him hard again.
KY
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Sorry…but it’s past confession time fuckface!
As she kicks, Derrick miraculously reaches up and grabs Ky’s foot and drops her to the floor. Ky kicks frantically and manages to break loose. She jumps up and runs toward the darken windows.
Derrick, weak from all the blood lost makes a great effort to stand and begins searching for his weapon.
FROM THE DARK:
KY
I’m over here… BOOZO!!!
Derrick looks up and spots a SHADOW moving by the windows. Derrick immediately rushes the window. We see a darken SILHOUETTE step aside as Derrick leaps at the object and crashes out through the window.
KY
Just like a bad dream!
Racked with pain, Ky slowly moves to a telephone, all the time feeling her bloodied face. Picking up the receiver, a large hand grabs her mouth from behind. A gun is placed to her head. A dark FIGURE grabs Ky.
VOICE
Did you just think you’re gonna get away with killing my partner
Miss Ratfuck!
Ky’s eyes bulge. The FIGURE begins to drag her toward the window.
VOICE
Maybe we should have ourselves a little accident here tonight.
Oh look! The window’s missing where homo boy went bye bye!
Such a shame! All this money and no one left to know.
Ky struggles but is exhausted from all the pain. At the broken window, Ky makes one last effort to break free just as the lights flash on. A very bloody Marty leans near death against the wall.
MARTY
(coughs)
Goin’ somewhere pal!
We now see JOEY PALMERO still holding Ky with his gun to her head.
JOEY
Well lookee here! If it isn’t old Marty from the Over the Hill Gang!
Don’t look so good there old man!
MARTY
We still have a date roachfucker. Remember! We started somethin’ we didn’t get to finish. Now why don’t ya be a good little wop cop and let the lady go so you and me can have some fun. Righto… piss swallower!!
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JOEY pushes Ky down and fires at Marty. Marty exchanges fire. Both men are hit and go down.
Ky reaches over and takes Joey’s gun from his dead hand, and rushes moves to Marty’s slumped body.Marty is coughing up blood and is dying.
KY
Hold on Marty!! I’m calling 911!!
Marty grabs here hand before she can rise and with his last breath.
MARTY
NO! No calls!…Thanks kid for making it all….
Marty rolls his head down and dies.
FADE IN:
EXT. KY’S APARTMENT-DAYS LATER
DISSOLVE TO:
Ky is sitting on the steps of her apartment. Her face is bandaged. A U-Haul is attached to the back of her car. It is packed and she is ready to go.
It is another lovely morning.
Fitzy drives up and gets out of his car. His arm is in a sling from the shooting.
Ky is tenderly petting her cat and looking at the latest newspaper.
We see: the picture of MOTHER and CHILD reunited on the front page.
FITZY
Hit ya pretty good there!
KY
There goes my modeling career!
A long pause as they both quietly look at the kids playing in the street.
FITZY
Any idea where ya going?
Ky pets and kisses the cat.
KY
They say Seattle is nice this time of year.
FITZY
Rain’s a lot too!
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KY
(smiles)
So I hear. How about you?
FITZY
Always wanted to open a restaurant.
KY
Big investment.
FRITZY
Gut some savings and with the disability pension, could start a breakfast place.
Ky chuckles and shakes her head. She comes down the steps and hands Fitzy the cat alone with a case.
KY
Can’t see you in some breakfast dinner. Full service restaurant, more like it. Hey, don’t forget to take care of Kitty for me. Left you some cat food in the case…And oh…by the way…thanks for saving my life!
Ky hugs and kisses the Fitz; turns and picking up her remaining bags, she pushes them into the back seat of her car.
Fitzy stands and watchs, holding his new cat.
FITZY
Gonna still chase deadbeats?
Ky turns at the driver’s door and smiles.
KY
I don’t know…I just want to be a cop!
The cell phone rings in her car as Ky squeezes in amongst all her stuff.
FITZY
Best cop I’ve ever worked with.
Ky doesn’t hear this since she is gabbing on the phone with her mother in Spanish.
FITZY(CONT’D)
(calling out)
Thanks for the cat. Sure glad you didn’t have a dog!
The Kitty begins to MEOW. Fitzy reaches and opens the case to reveal….
FITZY
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Holy Moily!!!
It’s all the cash for the baby.
FROM ABOVE
We see KY talking and talking as her car travels up the street. At the top, she turns, still talking and now waving her hands and talking to her MOTHER. Slow FADE OUT with
MUSIC as KY disappears into the HIGHWAY TRAFFIC.
GOVERNOR TOMPSON (VO)
Today….Justice was served. Our own Carla Reading paid the supreme sacrifice to ferret out the corruption and evil amongst us. And because of her, justice has and will prevail………………………………………….
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