ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel
  • »
  • Entertainment and Media»
  • Movies & Movie Reviews

Willow - part one

Updated on December 14, 2015

The following is a screenplay for a feature film that is meant to be rated R. This screenplay contains fowl language and descriptions of graphic images. Copyright Austin Marion 2014.

Source

Part 1 of 5: For other parts see links at bottom of page.

                                                                FADE IN:

1 EXT. THE WILLOW - DAY
 
The Willow is a small island on a river. Willow trees cover
the island densely. The long branches of the trees blow in
the wind. Birds CHIRP in the trees above.

The opposite bank of the river is also lined with a dense
willow forest. Emerging out of the forest is a narrow dirt
road that leads to an old gray and rotting dock with a row
boat tied to it. Driving down the dirt road is a black
sedan. It parks at the head of the dock.

2 INT. SHORE OPPOSITE OF THE WILLOW - CAR - DAY
 
Putting the car into park is MICHAEL. Michael is in his
early forties, well groomed brown hair and mustache. He
wears a white shirt and tie, slacks and dark jacket. He has
dark bags under his stressed eyes. He sits staring at the
island. He sighs loudly and picks up a unfolded map on the
passenger seat.

Michael looks over the map and folds it back up. It’s a map
of Georgia. He then opens the glove box, places the map in
it and closes it.
He looks out to the Willow and then reaches to his belt,
pulls out his gun and releases the magazine. He checks that
the magazine is full of bullets and reloads it back into the
gun. Michael puts the gun back into its holster and looks
back at the Willow again.

                     MICHAEL
            This is a profoundly stupid idea.

He opens the car door and gets out taking the keys with him.
On the back of his jacket in bright yellow lettering is FBI.
He shuts the door.

3 EXT. SHORE OPPOSITE OF THE WILLOW - DAY
 
Michael moves around to the back of the car and opens the
trunk. In the trunk is a machine gun, bullet prof vest,
which has FBI in white lettering on it and a flannel jacket.
He takes off his jacket and trows in into the truck. He then
grabs the vest and puts it on. He pulls out of his pocket an
FBI badge attached to a neck chain.

He puts the chain over his head and around his neck. Michael
glances at the machine gun and reaches out for it but stops.
He stares at the gun in thought.

                     MICHAEL
             That's a bit obsessive.

He grabs the flannel jacket and puts it on over the vest and
badge. He shuts the trunk and walks toward the dock.
As Michael reaches the dock, he pulls out his cellphone and
looks at the time. Under time the date reads May 10TH and
the year.

4 EXT. THE WILLOW - DAY 

Michael is pulling the boat onto the shore. After putting
the boat on shore he looks up at the dense woods of willows.
He makes his way up toward the trees and finds a path leading
into them.

Michael follows the trail through the woods. After a few
twists and turns the woods open up to a small clearing in the
middle of the island. In the center of the clearing is a run
down shack.

The shack is brown and looks like most of the planks are dry
rotted and the roof is sagging in the middle. There is a
newer looking fishing poll and tackle box sitting next to the
front door.

Michael scans the surroundings of the clearing. He then
looks back at the shack and stares at it apprehensively.

Source

Kansas City, MO Five Years Earlier

5 INT. FBI - MICHAEL’S OFFICE - DAY

The office is plain looking with gray painted walls. The
room itself is fairly large with a dark stained L shape desk,
a laptop sitting open and a stack of files on top of it. The
name plate on the desk reads, SPECIAL AGENT MICHAEL ABBOTT.
Across from the desk is a small round table and on the wall
behind it is a dry erase board.

Sitting behind the desk is Michael, fast at work on his
laptop. Behind Michael is a window that looks out onto a few
high rises. His office appears to be several floors up.
Next to Michael’s laptop is an open file folder with a
picture of a late twenties and brunet female agent. The top
paper in the file is marked, PERSONNEL RECORD.
On the other side of the laptop is a radio that has the time
and date on it.

The date reads MAY 5TH, five years prior to him being on the
Willow. Next to the radio is a family picture of a beautiful
woman, a little girl about age five and Michael.
KNOCK, KNOCK, at the closed door to the office and Michael
looks up.

                    MICHAEL
          Come in.

The door opens and in walks the woman from the personnel
record, her name is TAYLOR. The sounds of the BUSTLING and
busy office outside of the door floods in. She smiles,
closes the door behind her and walks up to his desk. She
introduces herself with a Georgian accent.

                    TAYLOR
          Special Agent Taylor Martin.

He smiles back at her, leans back into his chair, picks up
the folder and turns a page in the file.

                    MICHAEL
          Good morning and welcome to Kansas
          City. Did you find the office okay?

                    TAYLOR
          I did.

                    MICHAEL
          Good.

He looks down at the file.

                    MICHAEL (CONT’D)
          You spent five years in missing
          persons. Why anti-terrorism?

                    TAYLOR
          I decided to work some form of
          crime that is preventable, rather
          than crime that has already been
          committed.

Michael looks at her long and hard. She looks to be hiding
something and Michael notices.

                    MICHAEL
          You understand that it’s not always
          the case here?

                    TAYLOR
          I do but it’s a change of pace.

                    MICHAEL
          Ok. Welcome to the Kansas City
          regional office. If you go see the
          receptionist, she’ll show you to
          your desk.

                    TAYLOR
          Thank you.

She walks back to the door and leaves the room, shutting the
door behind her. He sits looking through her file and
stands, making his way toward the door.

6 INT. FBI - OFFICE - DAY 

Michael steps out of his office into the busy office. The
office is a large room full of plain looking cubicles and
other FBI AGENTS. Sitting directly outside of Michael’s
office is his secretary JEAN. She’s young, about twenty five
and plain looking.

Michael stops at the side of his secretary and spots Taylor
walking across the office. Michael sets the file on his
secretaries desk.

                    MICHAEL
          Can you send those down to
          personnel?

                    JEAN
          Yes. Your daughter’s on one.

                    MICHAEL
          She’s calling me at work now?

                    JEAN
          She say’s she didn’t get to talk to
          you last night and has something
          special planed for your birthday.
            (she smiles at him)
          Happy birthday, by the way.

He forces a smile smiles, while looking a little grumpy about
the mention of his birthday.

                    MICHAEL
          Thanks.

He goes back into his office.

7 INT. FBI - MICHAEL’S OFFICE - DAY

Michael sits down in his office chair, picks up the phone and
begins to speak into it.

                   MICHAEL
          Casey, how’s it going baby?

He begins typing on his laptop as he listens.

                   MICHAEL (CONT’D)
          Well thank you for the happy
          birthday. Daddy loves you.
           (listens)
          Your going to make me dinner
          tonight?... Spaghetti dinner? I
          would love that. Tell you what, I
          am going try and get out of here
          earlier than usual. I’ll be home
          by five. Okay? Daddy loves you...
          Bye.

He hangs up the phone, leans back in his chair and rubs his
face.

                  MICHAEL (CONT’D)
          If there is a god, please do not
          make me late tonight. She will
          never forgive me.

He goes back to work. A bright flash gleams off of the
building across the street.

BOOM.

The building shakes, the window shatters and Michael dives to
the floor. The dry wall on the ceiling cracks and dust
falls. The lights flicker and go dark.

The windows to the building across the street are all blown
out and SCREAMING and CAR ALARMS from the street below echo
up to Michael's office.

Michael stands slowly and look out the shattered window. He
steps closer stepping on the shards of glass on the floor.

CRUNCH.

He looks down at the street, which has stopped traffic and
has PANICKED PEOPLE running up and down it. To his right a
thick cloud of smoke and dust is rolling down the street.
Michael looks out in disbelief.

He quickly turns to his desk, opens a drawer and pulls out
his gun in its holster. He clips the holster to his belt and
runs for the door.

Source
8 INT. FBI - OFFICE - DAY 

Michael steps out of his office and shuts the door. The
office is dark and the emergency lights are the only source
of light. The AGENTS in the office are in a uproar of panic.
Michael sees Jean in a terrified panic and hiding under under
her desk.

                    MICHAEL
          Jean! It’s ok. Come on out.

Michael reaches down to her and helps her up.

                    JEAN
            (afraid)
          What happened?

                    MICHAEL
          I don’t know. Grab your purse we
          have to to get out of here.

He turns and faces the office.

                    MICHAEL (CONT’D)
            (yelling)
          Every one quiet down! We need to
          evacuate the building now. Calmly
          make your way to the stairs.

A VOICE FROM THE DARK yells out to Michael.

                    VOICE FROM THE DARK
          Was it our building?

                    MICHAEL
          No, a building down the street.
          Lets go now.

Michael begins making his way out of the office he walks past
a cubical with Taylor standing in it. She appears to had
been in the middle of unpacking, a few boxes that sit out on
the desk. She watches as he pasts and then after a moment of
indecision she follows him.

9 INT. FBI - STAIRS - DAY

Michael burst into the stairwell and begins making his way
down the stairs. Shortly behind him through the door is
Taylor. He sees her.

                   MICHAEL
          Good first day?

She begins her way down the stairs behind him.

                   TAYLOR
          I like to get straight to work.
          Was it a bomb?

                   MICHAEL
          Sure as hell wasn’t a gas main.

They continue their way down.

10 INT. FBI - LOBBY - DAY 

The lobby windows are blown out and the air is thick with
dust as Michael and Taylor make their way trough. The sound
of SIRENS can be heard. Outside the dust is so thick, that
the building across of the street cannot be seen.

Michael and Taylor make their way through other PEOPLE trying
to get out of the building. Michael glances over to Taylor,
pulls his tie off, and hands it to her.

                   MICHAEL
          Cover your mouth and nose. You won't
          want to breath this shit in.

She nods at him as he look of apprehension fills her face.

11 EXT. FBI - STREET - DAY

Michael and Taylor step out onto the sidewalk in front of the
building. The dust is thick in the air and to their right
down the street, SCREAMS can be heard. A fire truck is
making it’s way down the street and they watch it pass. They
begin to run down the street. DUST COVERED PEOPLE run in a
panic toward them away from where the explosion was.

They reach the corner of the building, which has a street, a
park and next to the park is a tall twenty story tall
building that is partially collapsed. Smoke billows from the
building.

The front facade of the building is completely gone, exposing
the floors. Paper floats out of the exposed floors and fall
slowly down toward the ground. Walking toward them is a
WOMAN crying covered in blood.

                    TAYLOR
          Oh, my God.

Michael stops her.

                    MICHAEL
          Miss. You need to sit down. We’re
          going to get you help.

She sobs uncontrollably as she slowly sits down on the
ground. Michael looks her over. She is completely covered
in gray dust. He sees several large gashes in her face and a
small piece of metal in the side of her neck.

                   WOMAN
          I was just walking through the
          park.

                   MICHAEL
          It’ll be ok.

                   TAYLOR
          I’ll flag down an ambulance.

Taylor turns and spots an ambulance coming down the street. She waves
her arms at the ambulance and it pulls over. A medic jumps out and
runs over to them.

Michael grabs Taylor by the shoulder and they run toward the
blown out building together.

12 EXT. KANSAS CITY BOMB SITE - DAY

Gray dust hangs thick in the air. The bombed out building
towers high above. Debris is piled into the street below the
building, looking like a giant rock slide on the side of a
mountain. FIREMEN and POLICEMEN can be seen making their way
up the debris.

Michael and Taylor arrive and stop at the edge of the debris
field. They look up at the building. PEOPLE can be seen on
the exposed floors moving around. Michael notices, just a
few feet from him is a severed leg. He looks at it in
horror.

Source
13 INT. MICHAEL’S CAR - NIGHT 

Michael parks in the driveway of his house. He turns off the
car and stares into the space in front of him. He is covered
in dust. He has a haunted look on his face.

14 INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT 

The kitchen is large with an over sized fridge, granite
counter tops, island in the middle and a breakfast nook.
JESSICA walks into the kitchen holding a coffee cup. She is
the woman from the picture on Michael’s desk. She is blond
with a sweet face. She looks worried and like she has been
up the entire night.

She walks up to the coffee pot and begins pouring some coffee
in her cup. She then walks over to the sink, which has
window over it. She looks out the window and sees Michael
siting in his car in the driveway. Jessica lets out a sigh
of relief.

15 INT. MICHAEL’S CAR - NIGHT 

Michael still sits staring off into space as Jessica appears
on the front stoop. She looks at him for a long moment,
before walking out to the car and gets in. He doesn’t look
over at her. Michael looks to be in a dazed.

                    JESSICA
          Mike. It’s three in the morning.
          I’ve been trying to call you all
          day.

Michael finally looks over to her with a vacant look.

                    MICHAEL
          Sorry, I’m late. I left my phone
          on my desk. I’m sorry.

Michael looks away from her, as she notices his tired and
haunted eyes.

                    JESSICA
          Don’t worry about it. I was just
          worried about you... How bad is
          it?

                    MICHAEL
           (hesitantly)
          I have never seen anything like
          this before. I helped pull ten 
          bodies from the rubble. One, was 
          a...

He trails off and looks at her as he fights back a tear. She
looks frightened by the sight of him almost starting to cry.

                   MICHAEL (CONT’D)
          One was pretty bad. Jessica, I
          have to go back. I just came home
          to take a quick shower and change
          my clothes.

                   JESSICA
          How long is it going to be like
          this? Casey wants her, daddy. She
          saw it on TV. She’s scared.

                   MICHAEL
          I don’t know.

She leans over and lay’s her head on his shoulder. He looks
over and kisses her on the head.

                   JESSICA
          I was so scared, when the news
          broke in. All’s they could show
          was smoke around your building. I
          thought I lost you.

He puts his arm over her and holds her tight.

                   MICHAEL
          I’m sorry. I should have called.
          Everything will be okay.

He kisses her on the head again.

16 INT. HOUSE - MASTER BATH - NIGHT

The shower is running and steam fills the air. The Master
Bath has a granite counter top, a standing shower and
whirlpool tub. In the shower is Michael with his head in the
stream of hot water. He watches as the dust filled water
flows off of his head and down to the drain.

17 INT. HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT 

Michael sits at the bottom of the bed, putting on a pair of
socks. Jessica stands in the doorway. She stares at him
with a concerned look.

                    JESSICA
          They’re not even letting you get a
          few hours of sleep? Or are you not
          letting yourself get any sleep?

He sighs.

                    MICHAEL
          This is important, Jessica.

                    JESSICA
          I know but you need sleep. You’ve
          been going since yesterday morning.
          That’s twenty-four hours.

                    MICHAEL
          I know what time I got up. Why
          don’t you go to bed. I’ll sleep
          tonight.

                    JESSICA
          You know, I really hate it when
          you bullshit me.

He smiles at her and she hesitantly smiles back.

18 INT. HOUSE - CASEY’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

The room is painted a brilliant pink color with toy’s strewn
over the entire room. The room is dark with CASEY lying in
bed awake staring at the open door to the hallway. Michael
is walking past and stops, seeing her awake in bed. He walks
into the room and lies down on the bed next to her. He looks
at her lovingly.

                    MICHAEL
          Sorry, I missed my birthday dinner.

                    CASEY
          It’s okay. Mommy said, you had to
          work. Were you there for the
          explosion?

                    MICHAEL
          Yes, I was.

                    CASEY
          Are there a lot of people that
          died?

                    MICHAEL
          We were able to save most of them.

                    CASEY
          Are you going to catch the bad
          person that did it?
 
                    MICHAEL
          Yes.

He kisses her on the forehead and smiles at her.

                    MICHAEL (CONT’D)
          Now go to sleep. I have to go back
          to work. I’ll make up dinner to
          you on your birthday this weekend.

                    CASEY
          I love you, daddy.

They smile at one another.

                    MICHAEL
          I love you. Go to sleep, its early
          still.

He stands up and leaves the room.

Source
19 EXT. KANSAS CITY BOMB SITE - DAY

Hundreds of YELLOW VEST CLAD WORKERS are working through the
debris. Michael stands on the dust covered street next to
the debris pile looking up at the building. He wears a black
jacket with FBI on the back. A man in his late twenties,
also wears an FBI jacket stands next to him. His name is
JUNIOR and he speaks with a Louisiana draw.

                    JUNIOR
          Sir. They think they found the vin
          plate for the truck.

Michael looks down the street and sees a bank down with an
ATM in front of it. The bank has all of the windows down out
and its sign is damaged from flying debris from the
explosion. Michael looks over to Junior, his eyes are heavy
and tired looking.

                    MICHAEL
          Horrible thing, isn’t it, Junior?

                    JUNIOR
          Can’t think of anything worse. An
          innocent white truck pulls up. Ten
          minutes later goes off, kills over
          two hundred. They haven’t found
          all of the bodies yet.  They just 
          brought in the cadaver dogs. It’s 
          like we’re giving up,or something.

                    MICHAEL
          We’re not giving up, yet. Show me
          the vin.

                    JUNIOR
          It’s in the truck.

Michael turns, faces Junior and he follow Junior toward a
large white FBI truck marked, MOBILE FIELD HEADQUARTERS and
the FBI emblem on its side.

20 INT. KANSAS CITY BOMB SITE - MOBILE HQ - DAY 

There are about ten FBI AGENTS including Michael and Junior,
stuffed into the tight confines of the truck. Banks of
computer screens and work stations are situated along the
walls down the length of the truck. Michael and Junior stand
in a corner. Michael is holding a plastic bag with a twisted
piece of metal in it.

                    JUNIOR
          It has traces of ammonium nitrate
          on it.

                    MICHAEL
          Already traced it?

                    JUNIOR
          It belongs to a moving truck
          company outside of Topeka. We
          tried calling them but they weren’t
          open yet. Agent Martin, is already
          on her way.

Michael looks closely at the piece of metal, which is silver
and black. The numbers are easily readable.

                    MICHAEL
          It amazing, how easy it is to find
          this kind of shit.

                    JUNIOR
          There was also, traces of
          nitromethane on it.

Michael looks up at Junior.

                    MICHAEL
          Just like Oklahoma City.

Junior shakes his head yes.

21 EXT. EASY HAUL TOPEKA - DAY

Freshly planted corn fields stretch out to the horizon. In
the middle of the fields along a country road is the run
down, Easy Haul truck rental store with a dirt parking lot.
Behind the store is lot full of rental trucks and lined with
a chain link fence.

A black sedan pulls up and parks near the entrance of the
store. Taylor gets out of the car, looks around and then
looks at the front door, which has an open sign in the window
of the door.

22 INT. EASY HAUL TOPEKA - DAY

The store front is in need of remolding, it has laminated
wood panel walls and a pealing laminate counter with a
computer on top of it. There is a TV in a corner of the room
showing news coverage of the bombing. The EASY HAUL MANAGER
stands behind the computer as Taylor walks in and up to the
counter.

                   EASY HAUL MANAGER
          How can I help you miss?

Taylor pulls out her FBI badge and ID and shows him. He
looks concerned.

                   TAYLOR
          I need information on a truck that
          is register here.

She pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket and hands it to
him. He glances over to the TV and back to her, looking even
more concerned.

                   EASY HAUL MANAGER
          Something I should be concerned
          with?

                   TAYLOR
          I don’t know. If that truck was
          rented from here, I need all of the
          information on the person who
          rented it.

He hesitantly picks up the piece of paper and looks at it.
On the paper is a copy of the trucks registration and vin
number.

23 INT. KANSAS CITY BOMB SITE - MOBILE HQ - DAY

Michael and Junior huddle around another AGENT, who is
working at a computer station, quickly typing away. Junior
is on a cell phone.

                   JUNIOR
            (into the cell phone)
          Yeah, were running the ID now.

On the computer screen is a dialogue box, that read
SEARCHING. Michael looks on desperately. The computer
finishes its search.

                   AGENT
          Sorry, sir. No such ID in the New
          Mexico database.

Michael and Junior both look dejected.

                   JUNIOR
            (into the cell phone)
          It’s a fake.

                   MICHAEL
            (to Junior)
          Tell her to come home.

Junior nods in acknowledgement before speaking into the phone
again.

                   JUNIOR
          See you in a few hours.

                   MICHAEL
          Shit.

Junior hangs up the phone and looks at Michael.

                   MICHAEL (CONT’D)
          Well, we don't get lucky. We’re
          going to get this guy. We’ll hunt
          him down.

                    JUNIOR
            (confidently)
          Yes, we will.

Junior turns and walks away. Michael sighs loudly.

24 INT. EASY HAUL TOPEKA - DAY

Taylor stands, putting her cellphone away in her pocket. The
Easy Haul Manager stares at her. She also, holds a photocopy
of a New Mexico divers license, which she stares at.

The man on the divers license has long hair and beard. She
looks up and notices the Easy Haul Manager staring at her.
He has a very worried look on his face.

                    EASY HAUL MANAGER
          That’s not the man that did that,
          is it? I couldn’t live with
          myself, if I rented that truck.

                    TAYLOR
          If you didn’t, someone else would
          have. And if no one did, he would
          have stolen one. We’ll be in
          touch. Have a nice day, sir.

She turns and leaves.

25 INT. KANSAS CITY BOMB SITE - TOWN CAR - DAY

The car progresses down the street slowly toward the bombed
out building just ahead of them. Sitting in the backseat of
the town car is man in his early sixties, clad in jeans,
button up shirt and FBI jacket. His name is ALBERT. He is
looking though a file, then closes it and look out his window
at the bombed out building.

                    ALBERT
          My God.

A combination of sadness and terror is apparent in his eyes.

26 EXT. KANSAS CITY BOMB SITE - DAY

Michael stands on a small debris mound, watching a near by
WORKER with a German Shepherd sniffing the pile. Junior
walks up toward the mound behind Michael.

                    MICHAEL
         The ATM footage shows that the
         truck pulls up at about nine thirty
         AM. The diver then gets out and
         walks north up the street, to never
         be seen again or till we find more
         camera footage of him.
           (pause)
         Building security notices the truck
         but was alerted by one of the
         tenants the night before, that they
         were expecting a delivery by truck.
         So, they let it sit there for ten
         minutes. It just sits there and no
         one thinks anything of it.

                   JUNIOR
         Sir.

Michael doesn’t acknowledge him.

                   JUNIOR (CONT’D)
         Special Agent Abbott.

Michael finally tuns to face him.

                   JUNIOR (CONT’D)
         Director Spears is here. He’s
         waiting for you in the Mobile HQ.

                   MICHAEL
           (nervously and
           exhausted)
         Okay.

Michael runs his hand through his hair.

27 INT. KANSAS CITY BOMB SITE - MOBILE HQ - DAY 

The Mobile HQ is empty for the exception for Albert, who sits
reading through a file. Michael stands at the entrance, just
closing the door.

                   MICHAEL
         Director Spears.

                   ALBERT
         Yes, Special Agent Abbott. Good to
         meet you. Can I call you Michael?

                   MICHAEL
           (nervously)
         Yes, sir.

                   ALBERT
         You can take a seat.

Michael nods and takes a seat across from Albert.

                  ALBERT (CONT’D)
         It’s very rare for us to be the
         first responders. I understand
         that you helped all day yesterday
         and last night to help pull people
         from rubble. It looks like you
         helped save some lives.

Michael’s expression change to sadness.

                 MICHAEL
         Not all of them were alive, sir.

                 ALBERT
         It’s a tough thing to see. I’ve
         been to several of these things.
         Their not easy. Never will be. I
         was at Oklahoma City and I remember
         standing in a morgue there. Full
         of little children, that, that son
         of a bitch blew up.

Michael’s sadness intensifies.

                 MICHAEL
         One of the first dead bodies we
         pulled out was this five year old
         girl. I couldn’t help but see my
         little girl.
          (pause)
         Sir, I’d like to request to stay in
         charge of this.

                 ALBERT
         I've read your service record. You
         caught the Whisky River Killer?
          (Michael nods at him)
         That was a hell of a thing you did
         then. I don't think there is a
         more perfect agent, to head this
         up. You’re now responsible for
         finding justice, for those hundred
         or so dead. For those families
         going on without a mother or
         father. It’s on you, to nail this
         son of a bitch on the wall. Can
         you do that?

                 MICHAEL
         Yes, sir.

                 ALBERT
         You look tired, Michael. When was
         the last time you slept?

                 MICHAEL
         Four yesterday morning.

                 ALBERT
         Go home and get some rest tonight.
         I’m sure your little girl would
         appreciate to see her father.

                 MICHAEL
         She would but I can’t leave yet.
         There is too much for me to...

                 ALBERT
          (interrupting)
         You’re not going to catch this guy
         being half asleep. This could have
         just as well have been your
         building and I’m sure your family
         would like to see you.
          (stands)
         You report directly to me, now.
         Good luck.

He reaches out and shakes Michael’s hand.

                 ALBERT (CONT’D)
         And don’t forget. This is a
         thankless task. You’re going to be
         a public figure in all this. They
         are counting on you and they are
         going to ride you, till you can’t
         go on any longer.

Albert turns and leaves the Mobile HQ. Michael takes in a
long breath. He turns in his chair and looks at a stack of
papers with photos paper clipped to them. The pictures are
of dead victims of the bomb.

He flips over a few pages and stops on a picture of a five
year old girl with a few cuts on her face. She looks like
she is a sleep but she isn’t. She’s dead. Michael stares at
the photo. A tear wells up in his eyes as his face reddens
in anger. He quickly covers the photo over.

28 INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT 

Jessica stands at the sink doing dishes as Michael enters the
room. She looks up and smiles at him.

                  JESSICA
        Coming home to change again?

                  MICHAEL
        No.

He walks up to her and hugs her, lovingly and kisses her.

                  JESSICA
        I figured you would have found a
        hotel closer to work.

                  MICHAEL
        You know me. I’d much rather sleep
        in my own bed.
          (pause)
        Where’s Casey?

                  JESSICA
        In her room.

They stay in their embrace.

29 INT. HOUSE - CASEY’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

The lights are on in her room. Casey sits at a miniature
table playing with a plastic tea cups. She has her back
toward the door as Michael arrives. He watches her play for
a moment, before knocking on the wall to get her attention.

                  MICHAEL
         Mind if I join?

                  CASEY
           (excitedly)
         Daddy!

She stands, runs over and hugs him.

                  CASEY (CONT’D)
         Yes, you can join me.

She takes his hand and leads him over to the table. She
takes her seat and Michael very carefully take his seat in a
undersized chair. They begin to play. Michael is looking on
her lovingly. Jessica appears at the doorway.

Willow continues in part two, see links below.

© 2015 Austin James Marion

Comments

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No comments yet.