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Willow - part two

Updated on December 14, 2015

The following is continuation of 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.

Part 2 of 5: For other parts see links at bottom of page.

30 EXT. KANSAS CITY BOMB SITE - DAY

It is a beautiful sunny day. The building that was bombed is
now gone and a large memorial sits in the footprint of the
building. The building in the area have all repaired their
windows. A large CROWD is amassed at the memorial in front
of a temporary stage with a podium in the middle of it.

A young man, about nineteen, stands at the podium giving a
speech. His name is BILLY. Michael stands across the
street, leaning up against a lamppost.

                  BILLY
         Five years ago, I lost my father.
         He was on tenth floor, when it
         happened. In one moment, the life
         I knew was over because I have been
         filled with regret. When he left
         for work that day, I didn’t take
         the time to tell him I loved him.

He stops for a moment, looking as if he is about to burst
into tears.

                  BILLY (CONT’D)
         I’ll never get that chance again.
         All because a heartless person,
         decided to blow up this particular
         building. This person has yet to
         be brought to justice, to pay for
         the crimes that he perpetrated
         against us.

Michael sighs and looks down at the ground with a look of a
failure on his face.

                  BILLY (CONT’D)
         Though I know now, that there is no
         justice that can atone for my, or
         our loss.

Michael looks up and takes a long look at Billy’s grief
stricken face. He turns and begins making his way through
the park toward the FBI building.

31 INT. FBI - MICHAEL’S OFFICE - DAY 

Michael sits in his office working away, typing on his
laptop. The radio has a date that reads, MAY 5TH. The
picture of his family still sits on the desk but next to it
is a picture of a ten year old Casey and Michael at a Kansas
City Royals game.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

His office door swings open and Taylor walks in. Michael
looks a little surprised.

                  MICHAEL
         We don’t wait to be given
         permission to come in anymore?

She has a preoccupied look on her face.

                  TAYLOR
         Sorry. The letter’s here.

                  MICHAEL
         That’s early. It’s very early.

Michael looks away. His face look surprised and turns to
extreme thought. He stands.

32 INT. FBI - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY 

The room has a long table capable of siting fifteen. The
walls are gray and one wall is covered with pictures of the
bombing, papers and diagrams. Junior sits in the room alone
working on his laptop as Taylor and Michael walk in, in a
hurry. Junior never looks up at them.

Taylor leads the way, bringing Michael to the middle of the
wall. Tacked to the wall are five photocopied letters with
dates above them. One of the letters has the current date
above it. Michael looks over the letter.

                  TAYLOR
           (to Michael)
         Just like the others, no finger
         prints or fibers on or in the
         envelope or on the letter itself.
         Same type of messages. He did Mien
         Kampf again.

                  JUNIOR
         Same empty threat, too.

                  MICHAEL
         What’s the post mark?

                  TAYLOR
         Atlanta, Georgia.

Michael moves to the first letter and points at it.

                  MICHAEL
         Kansas City.
           (points to the second
            letter)
         Chicago.
           (points to the third)
         Springfield, Illinois.
           (points to the forth)
         Nashville.
           (points to the fifth)
         Atlanta.
           (he sits down)
         Why is this one early? Each one
         came on May eighth.

                  TAYLOR
         Maybe he fucked up his timing?

                  MICHAEL
         The third letter, the eight landed
         on a Sunday and the guy arranged a
         special courier to deliver it.

Junior continues to work away and never looks up.

                  JUNIOR
         He’s just taunting us.

Michael looks over to Junior.

                  MICHAEL
         Junior. You don’t look like your
         too busy. Timeline. Whole thing.

Michael looks back at the wall and Junior rolls his eyes out
of frustration. Taylor smirks as Junior pushes his laptop
off to the side.

                  JUNIOR
         On May 5th, 2008, an Easy Haul
         rental truck pulls up to the
         Jamestown building at nine thirty-one
         AM. Building security doesn’t
         think anything of it, because they
         were notified by a tenant, that
         they were expecting a large
         delivery. Later we would find out,
         that the tenant did no such thing.
         It was our bomber that called
         security.
           (sighs loudly, out of
            boredom)
         He parks the truck in front of the
         lobby and he is caught on a ATM
         camera across the street. The
         picture is fuzzy but he does look
         like the fake New Mexico driver
         license. It’s definitely a
         disguise he is wearing, long hair
         and long beard, like in the driver
         license picture. He disappears
         after leaving the truck. Exactly
         ten minutes later, the bomb goes
         off, killing two hundred fifty-six.
         The bomb was a fertilizer bomb,
         much like the one used at Oklahoma
         City, except much larger. We still
         have no clue where or when he
         purchased the materials used in the
         bomb. He didn’t set off any of
         safe guards. He never received a
         visit from the ATF or the FBI about
         the large amounts of fertilizer he
         was buying.
           (pause)
         Three day’s later, we receive the
         first letter. It’s full of the
         expected extremist messages. We
         begin building our profile of the
         bomber. One physiologist came to
         the conclusion, that outside of
         being bat shit crazy, the guy may
         have been effected harshly by the
         recession, because he lamented
         about the financial crisis in his
         letter and the building he hit is
         full financial service providers.
         The tenants in the building where
         stock brokerage firms, a big bank
         regional headquarters and a bank on
         the ground floor. Also, in the
         letter is a picture, taken during
         the explosion, from just down the
         street. He stayed to watch. He
         most likely changed his disguise
         that he was wearing, while dropping
         off the truck. At the end of the
         letter he threatens to build more
         bombs.
           (pause)
         Ten day’s after the explosion, we
         receive an anonymous tip about a
         storage unit twenty miles outside
         of the Kansas City. There we find
         where he built the bomb. We find
         only dead ends. He used a fake
         Vermont drivers license to rent the
         storage unit. It is assumed that
         it was the bomber that phoned in
         the tip. Every year on the 8th of
         May, we have received a letter
         detailing new threats. Empty, new
         threats.

Junior stops and looks up at Taylor with a sarcastic look and
goes back to work on his laptop. Michael sits in thought,
staring at the board. Taylor moves to his side as he takes a
deep breath.

                  MICHAEL
         I miss being lawyer.
            (confidently)
         Something’s changed. He’s going to
         hit again.

Michael stands and walks out of the room.

33 INT. FBI - OFFICE - DAY

Jean sits at her desk outside Michael’s office as he walks
up.

                  JEAN
         Jessica just called and left a
         message.

Michael stops and sighs loudly out of frustration.

                  MICHAEL
         Did she?

                  JEAN
         She want’s you to call her back.
         How is Casey?

                  MICHAEL
         Okay, I guess. She’s into Justin
         Beiber now.

                  JEAN
         That’s scary.

                  MICHAEL
         Yes it is.

He smiles at her and goes into his office.

34 INT. FBI - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY 

Taylor sits next to Junior as she reads over a copy of the
most recent letter.

                  TAYLOR
            (curiously)
         The profile of this guy says, that
         he is highly educated?
 
                  JUNIOR
         He is. How else would he had been
         able to get away from us?

                  TAYLOR
         I’m not disputing that he’s smart.
         It’s just all of the letters,
         they’re formatted like a college
         term paper. Hell, he even sights
         his sources. It’s not written like
         some lunatic that misunderstood
         the bible.

Junior sits back in his chair looking frustrated.

                 JUNIOR
         You know he say’s that every time,
         “He’s going to hit again.”

Taylor looks at Junior.

                 TAYLOR
         He doesn't say it every time.

                 JUNIOR
         He may not but he might as well.
         You said it yourself, the guy is
         highly educated. He’s just not
         that dumb to put himself out there.
         He’s taunting us, rubbing it in our
         face that he got away. It no
         different than the Zodiac letters.
         It's an ego trip. I don’t know
         about you but I didn’t sign up for
         cold cases. It’s just depressing.

                 TAYLOR
         What are you saying?

                 JUNIOR
         Don’t get me wrong, I want to catch
         this guy as much as anyone else.
         But, it’s been five years. We’re
         not going to get him. And I’m not
         like Michael, letting every little
         taunting get to me. I’m transferring 
         out of here.

Junior goes back to work on his laptop and Taylor stares at
him in disappointment.

35 EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT 

Michael is walking through the front lawn and up to the front
door. He rings the the door bell and waits.

                  MICHAEL
           (angrily to himself)
         Have to ring my own damn doorbell.

The door is opened by Jessica and she wears a fake smile.

                  JESSICA
         Hi.

Michael puts on just as fake of a smile.

                  MICHAEL
         Hi.

                  JESSICA
         She’ll be home in a little bit.
         Come on in.

She turns and walks away and Michael’s smile instantly
disappears.

36 INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

They walk into the kitchen with Jessica walking over to the
coffee machine. Michael walks over to the table and sits
down at it.

                  MICHAEL
         The house looks nice.

She makes a mumbling sound of acknowledgement. She begins
making a cup of coffee with her back toward Michael.

                  MICHAEL (CONT’D)
         How’s Casey?

                  JESSICA
         She’s doing fine. Her grades could
         be better but it is, what it is.
         She’ll come around.

She turns and faces him with a stern look.

                  JESSICA (CONT’D)
         She needs to see more of her father
         but he’s too busy.

                  MICHAEL
           (frustratingly)
         I see her all the time besides she
         doesn't live with me, so of course
         she wont see that much of me.
         I work the same job with the same
         hours.

                  JESSICA
           (interrupting angrily)
         It may be the same job but its not
         the same hours. It’s been five
         year. You can make time, Michael.
         It’s too late for us but it is not
         too late for Casey. It’s just
         since that day, you've...

He interrupts her by putting up his hands in surrender.

                  MICHAEL
         How about we have the same
         argument, a different day.

                  JESSICA
           (submitting)
         Okay. Fine.

She takes a long drink from her coffee looking very unhappy.

                  MICHAEL
         You know I still love you.

                  JESSICA
         You made it abundantly clear that
         you don't, remember.

                  MICHAEL
         I didn't forget.

Michael sits back in he chair, as uncomfortable silence sets
in. The sound of the front door opening a closing, breaks
the silence.

                  JESSICA
         She’s home.

                  MICHAEL
         But we were having so much fun.

Jessica angrily smiles at him.

37 INT. MICHAEL’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Michael’s kitchen definitely belongs to a bachelor. It only
has the bare essentials. Casey stands at a radio, that sits
on the counter next to the sink. She tuns the radio to a
station that has a pop song playing on it. On the stove is a
pizza.

She then walks across the kitchen and takes a seat opposite
from Michael at a small table. Michael is just finishing a
piece of pizza.

                   CASEY
        This isn’t much of a birthday
        dinner, dad.

                   MICHAEL
        It’s my birthday and I like pizza.

                   CASEY
           (sarcastically)
        Okay.

She picks up her glass, which is full of milk. Michael
watches her drink the milk and put the glass back down with a
slight look of disgust.

                   MICHAEL
        That’s gross, you know. Milk with
        pizza.

                   CASEY
        What? It’s healthy.

                   MICHAEL
        Yeah, but we are eating something
        unhealthy. You should have
        something unhealthy to drink, like
        soda. Even the unhealthy meals need
        to be balanced.

She laughs slightly and picks up a piece of pizza.

                   MICHAEL (CONT’D)
        So, what’s with school? Mom, says
        your grades aren’t doing so well?

She frowns, sighs loudly and puts down the pizza.

                   CASEY
        Dad. I really don’t want to talk
        about school.

                   MICHAEL
        It’s important.

                   CASEY
        I just don’t want to talk about it.
        Okay.

She picks up her piece of pizza and starts eating with
Michael watching her and laughs uncomfortably.

                   MICHAEL
        You know, stuff like this was way
        easier, when you mom and I were
        still together.

                   CASEY
          (angrily)
        A lot of stuff was easier and
        better, when you guys were still
        together.

They sit in an awkward silence.

                   MICHAEL
        I'm sorry.

                   CASEY
        You can only say sorry so much.

                   MICHAEL
        Not for that. Your attitude.
        Stubborn and easy to anger. I
        think you got it from me. A chip
        off the old block.

They go back to eating.

38 EXT. KANSAS CITY JEWELRY STORE - NIGHT

The street is quiet and the lights in the Jewelry store are
on with a closed sign in the window.

39 INT. KANSAS CITY JEWELRY STORE - BACK ROOM - NIGHT

A man in his early sixties with a graying beard, sits at a
desk writing in a red ledger book. He looks very tired. His
name is VLADIMIR. Vladimir stops working and drops the pen
on it.

He sits back and rubs his face. After a moment he stands and
walks over to a table next to a closed door. The table has a
few pieces of mail on hit and a package two feet by two feet.
He shifts the letters looking at them. He speaks with a
thick Russian accent.

                  VLADIMIR
        Bills. It never ends.

He then picks up the package, which is a little heavy by the
way he picks it up. He goes back to his seat at his desk.
He opens the package, which is full of packing peanuts.

CLANG. SIZZLE.

He cocks his head in curiosity. Smoke rises up through the
peanuts.

BOOM.

The box erupts into flames and debris flies through the air.

40 INT. MICHAEL’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 

The room is vary bare, just a couch, end tables and TV stand.
Casey and Michael sit, watching a movie. Michael glances
over at her, she holds and small bowl of popcorn. He half
smiles as she watches the movie.

BEEP.

On the end table next Michael’s phone lights up and they both
look over it. Michael picks it up and Casey sighs, annoyed
by the interruption. Michael picks it up and begins reading
a text message. He shakes his head frustratingly.

                  CASEY
        Dad?

He looks over at her with a sorry look.
                  MICHAEL
        I have to go for a little bit.

                  CASEY
          (hiding her anger)
        It’s okay, I guess.

                  MICHAEL
        No, it’s not. Don’t start the next
        movie without me.

He half smiles at her angry but perhaps understanding glare.
He stands and walks away as she rolls her eyes.

41 EXT. KANSAS CITY JEWELRY STORE - NIGHT

FIRE FIGHTER work in the burnt out Jewelry Store. FBI AGENTS
work among the rubble. Junior and Taylor stand together next
to a car. Junior holds a paper that is wrapped in a plastic
bag. The street is blocked off.

                  JUNIOR
         You didn’t need to call him.

                  TAYLOR
         We’ll never hear end of it, if we
         hadn’t.

                  JUNIOR
         He needs a personal life you know.
         He’s already working fourteen to
         sixteen hour day’s, six to seven
         day’s a week.

Michael appears at the end of the block showing his badge to
a POLICE OFFICER who lets him in. He walks toward them and
Junior leans up against the car.

                  TAYLOR
         Here we go.

Michael reaches them and looks at the burnt out Jewelry
store.

                  MICHAEL
         So, what happened?

                  TAYLOR
         We think a Pipe bomb. With some
         type of flammable gelatin that kept
         the fire going.

                  MICHAEL
         Someone napalmed him?

                  JUNIOR
         Yes. First responders found this
         on the sidewalk.

Junior hands him the wrapped paper. Michael reads it.

                  MICHAEL
         This is it?

Taylor and Junior look at one another. Taylor reaches into
her jacket and pulls out another plastic wrapped paper. She
shows Michael.

                  TAYLOR
         It was addressed to you. You were
         right.

Michael stares at the paper. It is a picture of him at the
memorial earlier in the day.

                  MICHAEL
         Well he has it.

Michael throws the paper in his hand onto the hood of the
car. It is a letter with, "THIS IS TO GET YOUR ATTENTION,"
typed on it.

42 INT. FBI - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Junior is hanging a photocopy of the new letter next to the
others. He takes a few steps back and takes a seat on the
table. Junior looks confused by the letter.

The door opens and Taylor leans in. She looks a Junior
waiting for him to turn around. Junior stares at the letter
with a haunted curiosity.

43 INT. HELICOPTER - DAY

The Helicopter flies over the city with Albert on his
cellphone. He looks out the window next to him out onto the
city.

                  ALBERT
        Yes, sir. It does appear that it
        is the same bomber.
           (listens)
        No, sir. I will not being taking
        over the investigation. I have
        full confidence in Special Agent
        Abbott. I will keep you informed,
        sir.

He hangs up the phone as they begin landing on the FBI
building.

44 INT. FBI - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Junior still sits staring at the letter as Albert and Taylor
walk in. He doesn’t notice them.

                 JUNIOR
           (to himself)
        It doesn’t make any sense.

Albert looks up to him as he places a briefcase on the
conference table.

                 ALBERT
        What doesn’t make any sense?

Junior looks over at Albert with a surprised look and stands.

                 JUNIOR
        Sorry, Director.

                 ALBERT
        No. Sit back down. What doesn’t
        make sense?

Junior slowly sits down on the table.

                 JUNIOR
        The others letters are full of,
        right wing rambling talk. Mien
        Kempf, KKK and Marxist writings and
        talks about how the world was
        against him.
           (stands and points at
            the letter)
        This one’s straight to the point
        and targeted at Agent Abbott. It
        doesn't seam like this is our guy.

                 ALBERT
        Are you saying, that this is a copy
        cat?

                 JUNIOR
        Not at all. Agent Abbott was right
        yesterday, he was going to hit
        again. He had something else in
        mind, all along. Gave us the run
        around and then followed through.

                 ALBERT
        Where is Agent Abbott?

                 TAYLOR
        He’s in his office.

Albert nods at Junior.

45 FBI - MICHAEL’S OFFICE - DAY

Michael sits at the table in his office with his back facing
the door and laptop out in front of him. On the screen is a
blown up picture of a thin man with a beard and long hair.
The picture is taken at night and is pixilated.
KNOCK, KNOCK, at the door.

Michael sits ignoring the door. The door slowly opens and
Jean leans in. Michael looks over to her with a stressed
look.

                  JEAN
        Director Spears.

She pushes the door open and she steps out of the way of
Albert as he walks in. Jean closes the door behind him.

                  MICHAEL
        Director.

Albert steps up to the table and looks at the picture on the
laptop screen.

                  ALBERT
        Is that our man?

                  MICHAEL
        We think so. This was taken from a
        security camera, about block from
        the explosion and two minutes
        after. We sent out the picture to
        the media. It's the same disguise
        he wore in the first bombing.

Albert walks over to the window and looks out. He thinks for
a moment.

                  ALBERT
        It’s been a while since I’ve been
        up here. This window was boarded
        up. Five years? Haven’t caught
        him yet?

                  MICHAEL
        I promised to catch him. I will.

                  ALBERT
        One of your agents said, you think
        this is the beginning of something
        else.

                  MICHAEL
        I would agree with him. More
        bombings. More blood.

                  ALBERT
        The people at the White House would
        like me to replace you.

                  MICHAEL
        With who, sir?

Albert turns an faces him and half smiles.

                  ALBERT
        With me. I told him you could do
        it.
           (pause)
        How about a drink? I’m buying.

Albert reaches over to Michael’s office chair and grabs 
Michael’s suit coat off of it.

46 INT. THE CITY BAR - DAY 

The bar is vary nice, dark stained and polished bar and tan
walls. Albert and Michael are one of just a few business men
in the bar. They both sit at the bar with glasses in front
of them with a little bit of whisky and ice in them.

                  ALBERT
        Years of empty threats, how did you
        know.

Michael places a hand on his glass and looks at it carefully.

                  MICHAEL
        Gut instincts. Why do they want to
        replace me?

                  ALBERT
        Because, the longer this takes the
        more of a mess it becomes.
        Congressmen convene hearings to ask
        basic questions that they already
        know the answers to. Like, what’s
        taking so long? Knowing very well
        that it’s not like the movies or
        television. It’s all about
        politics and they need to look like
        they're doing something. The
        people that vote for them watch
        movies and television and know that
        thanks to Facebook, their aunt
        Mildred knows everything about
        their lives. Hence, we can do the
        same, so no bad guy can get away
        anymore.

Albert picks up his drink and takes a sip of it.

                  ALBERT (CONT’D)
        Then on top of that, this is
        terrorism. We must catch the bad
        guy’s quickly and then respond with
        quick justice. It’s impatient politics.
        We look soft and stupid, if we
        don’t catch them quickly and
        whatever way possible.

Michael takes a drink from his whisky.

                  ALBERT (CONT’D)
        In Oklahoma City, we caught Timothy
        McVeigh within ninety minutes of
        the bombing, because the idiot was
        driving a getaway vehicle without a
        license plate. On Nine, Eleven by
        the end of the day, we were ninety-nine
        percent sure of who did that,
        because the evidence that we
        ignored leading up to it suddenly
        looked credible. We don’t want to
        look like that again. Ignoring
        information, that should have been
        used to find them. This day in
        age, people know that all of the
        information that is needed, is out
        there and easy to find on a
        computer. The Boston Marathon
        bombing, we had pictures of them
        within forty-eight hours and caught
        them by the end the week. People
        are spoiled and immediate results
        are expected. Everyone knows that
        you cannot take one step out of
        your home without appearing on
        camera. And everyone knows someone
        saw something and what they saw is
        in the public place of social
        networking, for everyone else to
        see.
           (pause)
        It’s been five years, there are
        people who think there is no reason
        that we shouldn’t have piles of
        information to find this person and
        stop him from doing it again.
        Michael, I’ll give you as long as I
        can but if or when I’m given a
        direct order to take over, I have
        too. I do not want your job. I’m
        sixty-six years old, I do not need
        that stress. The monster that did
        this, is out there and he’s waiting
        to be found out.

                  MICHAEL
        What makes you think that?

                  ALBERT
        All of them want to be known for
        the hell they cause. Make their
        mark in the history books and make
        themselves immortal.

Michael takes a deep breath and finishes his drink with a
dejected look on his face.

47 INT. FBI - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Michael sits at the conference table across from the diagrams
on the wall. He stares at it. Taylor and Junior stand
behind him. There is a picture of Vladimir tacked to the
wall.

                  MICHAEL
        So what do we know about the
        victim?

                  TAYLOR
        His name was Vladimir Perchenski.
        Immigrated from the U.S.S.R., 1986.
        Became a United States citizen in
        1994. Sixty-one years old, no wife
        or kids. His background doesn’t
        suggest any radicalism. The people
        who knew him, have so far said, he
        was just a nice old guy.

                  JUNIOR
        Why him? How random.

Taylor walks around the table and looks at the picture.

                  TAYLOR
        There was an attempted robbery
        there a few weeks ago.

She turns and faces Michael and Junior.

                  TAYLOR (CONT’D)
        Nothing was taken in the robbery.
        No arrests. Kansas City Police did
        say they found some prints. We got
        one off the letter he left, as well
        as DNA on the envelope. An initial
        look at the prints suggest it is
        the same person that broke in. We
        sent everything off to Washington,
        to verify. We think he broke in to
        get an idea of layout of the store.
        He’s getting sloppy.

                  JUNIOR
        Hell no. He knows we can’t catch
        him that way. He doesn’t have a
        criminal record, otherwise they
        would have identified him years
        ago.

                  MICHAEL
        He doesn’t care now, that why we’re
        getting the prints? He’s going to
        see this one out to the bitter end.
        He's capable of such bigger things,
        then a pipe bomb.

Michael stands and walks out of the room. Junior follows him
as Taylor watches apprehensively.

48 INT. FBI - MICHAEL’S OFFICE - DAY

Michael is opening a drawer, taking out his gun in its
holster and places it on the desk in front of him. Junior
stands in the open doorway.

                  JUNIOR
        Can I talk to you for a moment?

                  MICHAEL
        Can it wait? I’m in a hurry.

                  JUNIOR
        No, Michael.

Junior pulls the door shut and walks up to Michael’s desk.

                  MICHAEL
        Fine.

                  JUNIOR
        I’m putting in for a transfer.

Michael looks a Junior with a look of disbelief and taps his
fingers on his desk.

                  JUNIOR (CONT’D)
        Sorry. It’s just I need to move
        on.

Michael sits down in his chair heavily.

                  MICHAEL
        You picked a hell of a time. How
        long?

                  JUNIOR
        As soon as I find an opening
        somewhere.

                  MICHAEL
        We’re getting close to catching
        this guy, Junior.

                  JUNIOR
        It doesn’t matter to me, sir.
           (cringes with frustration)
        Fuck, that sounded bad. I didn't
        come to this conclusion, just now.
        It’s time to move on.

Junior nods at Michael and leaves the room, leaving the door
open. Michael claps his hands together frustratingly.

                  MICHAEL
           (quietly to himself)
         Fuck.

Jean appears at the door and looks at Michael.

                  JEAN
         Jessica’s on line one.

                  MICHAEL
         Fuck.

She raises an eyebrow in surprise of his curse word.

                  MICHAEL (CONT’D)
         It wasn't directed at you. Thank
         you.

Jean disappears from view and he looks at the phone, unhappy.

49 EXT. KANSAS CITY HOSPITAL - ALLEY - DAY

Michael stands outside of a side door in an alley. The door
swings open and Jessica steps out shutting the door behind
her. She is wearing nurses scrubs.

                  JESSICA
        Thanks for meeting me.

She pulls out a pack of cigarettes, pulling out one and
lighting it. She takes a long drag on the cigarette.

                  MICHAEL
        Anytime.

                  JESSICA
        I understand that work is important
        and that what you do is important.

                  MICHAEL
        Okay?

                  JESSICA
        It’s just... Just...
           (thinks for a moment)
        You put us second, for five years.
        You need to spend some actual time
        with her.

                 MICHAEL
        I did last night.

                 JESSICA
        You were gone for four hours and
        she was alone, Mike. She was upset
        and I was on the phone with her for
        an hour. You do know that she gets
        more excited about your birthday,
        then her own. It's special to her.
        She may have the pissed off
        teenager thing a little early but
        it doesn't mean that she doesn't
        care.

                 MICHAEL
        What do you want me to do?

                 JESSICA
        Make it up to her. Take a vacation
        and take Casey with you.

                 MICHAEL
        I’m in the middle of a
        investigation. I’m close to
        getting this guy.

                 JESSICA
        What’s another week?

                 MICHAEL
           (angrily)
        Another week? There’s a guy out
        there killing people.

                 JESSICA
        He hasn't been killing for five
        years.
           (pause)
        I think you need to think about
        things that are more important,
        than people that you don’t know!

Michael laughs sarcastically.
                 MICHAEL
        This is really stupid. I am the
        only man in the world to get
        divorced over not being selfish.

                 JESSICA
        You are being selfish. You want to
        be the damn hero.

                 MICHAEL
        Well fine then. I’ll just let the
        whole world incinerate itself. And
        you know what, I’ll start with you.

                 JESSICA
        How can you be so immature?

                 MICHAEL
        You were never there to support me.
        Ever!

                 JESSICA
        I was always there for you.

                 MICHAEL
        Not when I needed you the most.
        Now I have some work to do, so
        unless you’re going to follow me,
        we’ll have to finish this later.

She drops her cigarette and steps on it, to put it out.

                 JESSICA
        We’re finishing this now. You’re
        not walking away from this.
        He takes a deep breath.

                 MICHAEL
        I can. I don’t have enough time
        for this right now.

                 JESSICA
        Then you’ll loose everything.

                 MICHAEL
        I do this job for Casey and you
        even though we don't get along.
        By the way it hasn't been five
        years since he killed. That was
        him last night, it just hasn't been
        in the press yet.

Jessica's face sinks.

                 JESSICA
        That hell is going to start again?
        That ripped apart our family.

Michael nods yes and takes a deep breath to calm himself.

                 MICHAEL
        You know what I've realized, we
        have the most unproductive
        arguments.

                 JESSICA
        That's usually the case with
        divorced couples. We couldn't
        solve them while we were married
        and they linger afterward. You
        have to go, you're busy.

He turns and walks away out toward the street. She watches
angrily.

50 INT. FBI - MICHAEL’S OFFICE - NIGHT

Michael’s office is dark with the only light coming from a
small lamp on his desk. Michael sits at his desk working
away at his computer. He looks extremely tired. The door to
his office is open and the office outside is dark and void of
other people.

Michael stops working and yawns. He leans back in his chair
looking up at the ceiling. He then looks down at the picture
of Jessica, five-year-old Casey and himself. He stares
longingly at the picture.

Taylor steps into his office holding two cups of coffee. She
walks up to his desk and begins to sit down. He never looks
over to her. She stares at him, waiting for him look over.
She sets a cup of coffee next to his laptop. He finally
looks over at her and smiles tiredly.

                  TAYLOR
        What are you working on?

                  MICHAEL
        My daily brief to the director and
        day dreaming.

                  TAYLOR
        About what?

Michael looks away and at the picture of Casey and him at the
baseball game. He smiles again.

                  MICHAEL
        I brought her to a Royals game a
        while back. She wasn’t looking
        forward to it but she ended up
        having fun, I guess. At least she
        put on a good show that she did.
        She caught a foul ball. I even got
        the payer to autograph it for her.
        I wonder if she kept it?

                  TAYLOR
        I’m sure she did.

She takes a drink of her coffee and looks at him.

                  TAYLOR (CONT’D)
        Michael, out of curiosity, how much
        were you making per year as a
        lawyer?

                  MICHAEL
        Seven hundred thousand a year.

His smile again, as her face looks stunned.

                  TAYLOR
        How does someone quite a job like
        that.

                  MICHAEL
        I knew before hand that this was
        going to be the case nearly half
        the time. I just didn't like
        defending people that I knew were
        guilty.

                  TAYLOR
        That's noble. You quit over moral
        grounds.

                  MICHAEL
        Sort-of, I guess. Not really. It
        never stopped me from cashing the
        checks. It just became more job
        for me so it wasn't very
        gratifying. I wanted to try the
        other hand of the law.
        I socked away a bunch of money and
        applied for this lower paying
        government job.

                  TAYLOR
        Well you've been here for ten
        years. It must be gratifying.

Michael glances up at the picture of his family again and
back at his laptop.

                  MICHAEL
        I don't know about that.

He takes a dink of his coffee.

51 INT. FBI - CENTER - NIGHT

The call center is made up of a room full of thirty cubicles
with about half of the cubicles being used. One cubicle has
a YOUNG WOMAN in it, sitting at a computer with a headset on.
She takes a drink from a coffee cup. Her phone rings and she
answers it.

                  YOUNG WOMAN
        Federal Bureau of Investigations.

An electronically distorted voice, dark and menacing emerges
over the phone. This is the BOMBER.

                  BOMBER (V.O.)
        This is the person responsible for
        the Kansas City Bombing and another
        recent bombing at a jewelry store.

The Young Woman face goes pale.

                  YOUNG WOMAN
          (disbelief)
        Excuse me?

                  BOMBER
        I will only say this once. Friends,
        Romans, countrymen, lend me your
        ears. Be in Chicago, by the
        eighth, ten o’clock. Soon, I will
        kill over one thousand. Over five
        years and I’m not even on the run.
        I still live the life I lived
        before.

The line goes dead. She sits frozen in place, staring
blankly at her computer monitor.

52 INT. HOOVER BUILDING WASHINGTON - ALBERT’S OFFICE - DAY

Albert’s office is large with a long conference table at one
end and large oak desk at the other. Windows line one wall
looking out onto the city streets, while on the opposite wall
has photos of Albert with state officials. Albert sits at
his desk and is on the phone.

                  ALBERT
        Michael, I just spoke to the White
        House. They are giving us the
        authority to do what we need to do,
        as long as it’s quiet. Avoid the
        cluster fuck. Catch this guy, dead
        or alive. Keep the media in the
        dark. The moment that the media
        find out, I don’t know how much
        longer you’ll have.
           (pause)
        And Michael, good luck.

He hangs up the phone.

53 INT. FBI - MICHAEL’S OFFICE - DAY

Michael sits in his office staring at his gun in its holster
and badge on the desk in front of him. He looks for a moment
at them, the stress of the situation plays out on his face.
He then stands, clips the holster on his belt and places his
badge in his pocket.

He heads to the door and when it opens the sounds of the
office in a flourish of activity break the relative silence
of Michael’s office.

54 INT. FBI - OFFICE - DAY

Jean stands at her desk handing Michael a briefcase and
suitcase. She also hands him his phone.

                  JEAN
       I added the contacts you needed.
       Your plane takes off in one hour.

                  MICHAEL
       Thank you.

Michael walks away and crosses the office over to Taylor
cubical. She is just finishing packing her briefcase.
Junior stands in the cubical next to hers. Taylor and Junior
are mid-conversation.

                  TAYLOR
           (to Junior)
       For the last time, I’m sure on the
       address for where the call came
       from. We have local agents
       watching the place. No one is
       going in or out. They wont move
       till we’re there.

                  JUNIOR
       They wont but apparently Chicago PD
       is getting a little antsy.

                  MICHAEL
           (impatiently)
       Great, lets go.

Junior and Taylor grab their bags and follow Michael to
toward the elevators.

55 INT. PLANE - DAY

The plane is a small business commuter jet. Michael and
Junior sit in a row together with Taylor sitting behind them.
Junior has his laptop out with a satellite view of a city
block and is showing Michael. Taylor listens into the
conversation.

                 JUNIOR
       The building is on thirty-fourth
       street. It’s an apartment
       building, three floors. CPD have
       swat teams waiting just two blocks
       south. We have units watching it
       from four different vantage points.
       If he comes out we’ll see him. The
       mayor is calling the local office
       every five minutes breathing down
       our necks to take it. We’ve been
       throwing jurisdiction in his face.

                 MICHAEL
       Junior?

                 JUNIOR
       Yes.

                 MICHAEL
       Why do you want to transfer out?

                 JUNIOR
       To be honest, I don’t want to end
       up like you. My wife is getting 
       tired of me not being home and she 
       wants to start a family. It’s 
       nothing personal.

                 MICHAEL
          (with resentment)
       It sounds personal to me.

Junior sighs frustratingly and changes the subject.

                 JUNIOR
       We have three bomb squads standing
       by. More if we need it.

Michael sits back in his seat.

Willow continues in part three, see link below.

© 2015 Austin James Marion

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