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Willow - part two
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.
Other Parts Of Willow
- Willow - part one
Part one of the screenplay Willow, which follows FBI agent Michael Abbott as he tracks down an elusive serial bomber.
- Willow - part three
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
- Willow - part four
Part four of the screenplay Willow, which follows FBI agent Michael Abbott as he tracks down an elusive serial bomber.
- Willow - part five
Part five of the screenplay Willow, which follows FBI agent Michael Abbott as he tracks down an elusive serial bomber.
© 2015 Austin James Marion