Served Cold
 By David Bradley
September 18, 2006
Dgbradl@gmail.Com
870-740-2216 
Black screen with words "Revenge is a dish best served cold.  Old Klingon Proverb"
All words fade out except "Served Cold" during voice over.
V.O. SCARED MALE
Please...no.
I've got kids.
V.O. ANGRY MALE
So did I.
(gunshot)
CREDITS
INT. RILEY'S APARTMENT- EARLY MORNING
Small disheveled apartment with a man passed out on the couch.
Empty and half empty liquor bottles are strewn about the room.  There has been no love in this room for a long time.
A phone is sitting on the nightstand and it begins to ring.
RILEY is startled awake.  He searches for the phone and finds it under a stack of dirty laundry.  Knocking several bottles over in the process.
DAVID RILEY
Hello?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(on phone)
Riley.  We've got a multiple out on Cherry Street.
DAVID RILEY
Cherry Street?  Really?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Yea.
DAVID RILEY
Ok. Give me 15.
RILEY picks up a picture of his wife and daughter from the side table.  They are smiling brightly against the background of a major league baseball game.
DAVID RILEY (CONT'D)
(kisses the picture)
I'll be back later honey.  I may be late.
 
His words are those of loss. 
FADE OUT 
 EXT. DEREK WILSON'S HOUSE -- MORNING
Standard upper middle class home, two stories and a two car garage.  The only car in the open garage is a mini-van.  There is a small girls bicycle leaning on the back of the van. The sun is just rising.  It's rays caress the freshly cut grass and glisten off of the morning dew. 
The house is surrounded by police cars.  Some have their lights flashing and some do not.  Three ambulances are on the street with their lights on.  Police tape is surrounding the house keeping reporters at bay.
Unmarked police car pulls up carrying detectives RILEY and MACRAME.
They both exit the car.  MACRAME looks fresh while RILEY looks very rough.  RILEY'S hair is in shambles and his tie is not flush with his collar.
CAPTAIN ULRICH is standing at the entrance to the home.  He begins to walk towards the detectives with a sobering look on his face.
RILEY and MACRAME meet him half way. 
DAVID RILEY
What do we got Cap?
CAPTAIN ULRICH
Wife shot twice and...
The CAPTAIN pauses attempting to find the proper words. 
RILEY
DAVID RILEY
What else?
CAPTAIN ULRICH 
CAPTAIN ULRICH
Riley... there are two little girls.
(pauses)
Are you gonna be ok?
DAVID RILEY
(grimacing)
I'll be fine.
(to MACRAME)
Let's go have a look Mac.
INT. DEREK'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
There is a large vanity to the left of the door.  Pictures of DEREK, his wife, and his kids are hanging from the walls.
Focus on jewelry that is laying haphazardly on the dresser. 
A woman is laying horizontally across the foot of the bed.  She is dressed in a night gown with a clear gunshot to the chest and one to the head.  Blood has pooled on the sheets and dripped down onto the floor.
The detectives walk in.  There are crime scene technicians scouring the room, dusting for fingerprints and collecting blood evidence.  MEDICAL EXAMINER LONNY is examining the body and jotting down notes on a clipboard.  His gloved hands are covered in the blood of the victim.
LONNY is clearly excited about the idea of three dead bodies.  He is talking very fast. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What do you say Lonny?
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
One female, shot twice, one to the head, one to the chest.  Two girls, down the hall, shot in the head...
LONNY pauses and looks at RILEY.  He is embarrassed by the crassness of his remarks about the girls.
DAVID RILEY
I'm fine Lonny.  Just give me the rundown.
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
Ok. Sorry.  Well... Like I was saying.  One female, two bullet wounds.  The odd thing is that the two shots did not come from the same gun.
DAVID RILEY
What do you mean?
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
Let me show you.
All three move in for a closer look at the body. 
CLOSE UP OF DEAD WOMAN
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
The first shot was the kill shot, here.
(points to chest wound)
It is a much larger gun than the first.  Probably about a .45 caliber.  The second shot
(points to head wound)
Is probably about a .22 caliber if I had to guess AND you can tell by the burn marks, they used a silencer.
The three stand up.  RILEY seems unfazed but MACRAME is showing disgust. 
DAVID RILEY
What about the two girls?
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
I haven't had a chance to look yet.
DAVID RILEY
Let's go have a look Mac.
(to Lonny)
We'll go take a look around.
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
Ok. Just don't touch anything.
RILEY turns and smirks at LONNY while walking out of the room.  He jingles the jewelry on the desk.  LONNY is frazzled by the disrespect to his crime scene.
INT. CHILDREN'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Little girl's bedroom.  Walls are covered in pink.  There are shelves on the walls with hundreds of small dolls and stuffed animals.  A dresser rests along the wall covered in all things a little girl would have, make up, perfume, toys, and a golden music box.
There are two beds covered in pink as well.  The girls are laying on their backs with the covers pulled up to their necks.  Obvious gunshot wounds are in their foreheads.  Blood has coagulated on the pillows and in the long hair of the two girls.
RILEY walks into the room without a pause.  MACRAME gags and attempts to hold down her stomach.  She steps out of the room due to the gruesome sight.
RILEY walks to the oldest girls bed and kneels down.
DISSOLVE TO:
FLASHBACK RILEY'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT
Christmas decorations are hung from the ceiling.  A Christmas tree is lit up and standing near a couch.  There are multiple wrapped presents under the tree.
RILEY enters through the front door.  A young girl comes running around the corner and into RILEY's arms.  The smile on his face is one of pure joy.  He picks up the little girl and swings her around as if he has not seen her in years.  She is almost the spitting image of the murdered girl.
Focus on the RILEY'S daughter as he sets her back down onto her feet. 
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. CHILDREN'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
RILEY stands and notices the golden music box laying on the dresser.  He walks over and opens it.  A ballerina twirls inside and sweet music begins playing.
He closes the box, sets it back down, and leaves the room.
INT. HALLWAY -- CONTINUOUS
MACRAME is leaning against the wall next to the doorway breathing hard and trying to keep her breakfast from making a second appearance. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What'd you see?
DAVID RILEY
Oh...yea.
(face is like stone)
These two were killed first.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
How can you tell?
DAVID RILEY
Silencer.  They didn't wake up when the bigger gun went off in the mom's room.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
So they were killed with just the .22?
DAVID RILEY
Yea... It looks that way, but I believe the wife saw the shooter.
JUMPCUTS Different angles of wife falling down on to the bed.  
V.O. RILEY
She is laying across the bed not in the bed like she was asleep.
BACK TO SCENE
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Makes sense.  Let crime scene finish up?
DAVID RILEY
Yea.  We'll go fill the Captain in.
EXT. DEREK WILSON'S HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
The Captain is standing outside in the yard near the street.  He is talking with several officers and crime scene investigators.
DEREK is sitting in the background on the curb.  A uniformed officer is standing next to him with his note pad open jotting down information.  The officer is doing the talking while DEREK is just staring off into the distance.
RILEY and MACRAME exit the house and walk toward the CAPTAIN.  The CAPTAIN turns and waves off the others.  He meets them half way.
CAPTAIN ULRICH
So, what do you think?
DAVID RILEY
The girls were shot first, then the wife.
CAPTAIN ULRICH
Robbery?
DAVID RILEY
No.  There was jewelry all over the dresser in the bedroom.  I don't know... could be a hit.
CAPTAIN ULRICH
What makes you think that?
DAVID RILEY
They used silencers and a .45 is an expensive gun.  Not the choice weapon for thugs looking for money.  I think they may have talked with the wife about something too.  They probably held her at gunpoint and fired from a short distance.  Then used the .22 to the head to make it look like thugs.  Something is weird, what do we know about the husband?
The CAPTAIN waves over the officer who is talking to DEREK.  He is young and noticeably nervous.
CAPTAIN ULRICH
Peters!
OFFICER PETERS
Yea Cap?
CAPTAIN ULRICH
Is the husband talking?
OFFICER PETERS
A little.  His name is Derek Wilson.  The vics are his wife Elaine and...  
(flipping through is note pad)
The two girls are Sarah and Samantha.  He is some kind of computer tech guy for Syrius Weapons company.  He says he was at work all night fixing some type of network or something.
DAVID RILEY
(to Peters)
Check that out.
OFFICER PETERS
Sure thing detective.  Anything else?
CAPTAIN ULRICH
No that will be all.  Thanks.
(pointing toward the press)
I'll go feed the dogs.  Keep me updated.
The officer walks away.
The Captain walks toward the press line and begins answering questions.
CAPTAIN ULRICH (CONT'D)
(to press)
Ok. Ok. Calm down.  I will tell you everything I can. 
A crime scene investigator runs up and hands RILEY a purple bandanna inside a plastic bag.
CSI FEMALE
I found this around the back of the house.
BANDANNA 
DAVID RILEY
This doesn't make any sense.
RILEY 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What is it?  A gang sash?
CUT TO:
ANGLE ON DEREK WILSON WITH RILEY AND MACRAME IN THE BACKGROUND
DEREK stops crying and perks his head up at the detectives talking in the background.  His clothes and hands are covered in blood.
DAVID RILEY
Yea.  It's the colors for a gang I used to run into when I was in uniform.
DEREK stands and begins to walk up behind RILEY.
DAVID RILEY (CONT'D)
They deal mostly with drugs.  I've never heard of them being hired out for a hit.
DEREK WILSON
(sobbing)
My...My...My family was killed by a gang?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(grabbing DEREK)
Please sir, sit back down.  We don't know anything yet.
DEREK begins to yell and struggle with MACRAME.  RILEY is caught off guard. 
DEREK WILSON
(yelling)
Why?  Why?  Who are they!?!?  Who are they!?!?
DEREK settles down and both detectives guide him back to sitting on the curb.
DAVID RILEY
It is a gang sash from a small gang called "The Risers."
DEREK breaks down and begins crying hard.
DEREK WILSON
(sobbing)
Why would a gang want to kill my babies?
DAVID RILEY
(kneeling next to DEREK)
Sir, I know you are shaken up but we are going to have to ask you some tough questions.  Do you think you can do that for me?
DEREK WILSON
(choking back his tears)
I'll try.
DAVID RILEY
Ok. Tell me everything that you did when you got home this morning.
DEREK WILSON
(sniffing)
I got home around 4. Went straight to the bedroom and... and... she was just laying there.  It was so much blood.
(looks at his blood soaked hands)
I grabbed her and there was just so much blood.
DAVID RILEY
What happened next Mr. Wilson?
DEREK WILSON
I thought who ever did this might still be in the house.  So I ran for the girl's room and tried to wake them...
(stares off)
They wouldn't get up...They wouldn't get up...
DAVID RILEY
Mr. Wilson?  Mr. Wilson I need you to stay with me.
(pause)
DEREK WILSON
(continues staring)
RILEY stands up.  He looks at MACRAME and shakes his head.
DEREK springs onto RILEY and grabs him by the collar.  They both fall to the ground with DEREK on top.
CUT TO:
CLOSE UP OF DEREK'S EYES
The red lights from the ambulances in the street reflects in DEREK's eyes resembling fire.
V.O. DEREK WILSON
(angry and cold)
Who killed my family?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(pulling DEREK off)
Mr. Wilson, Please.  We are trying to help.
DEREK relaxes his grip.  MACRAME pulls DEREK up and begins to cuff him behind his back.
A second officer runs up to assist. 
RILEY stands and dusts himself off.
DAVID RILEY
(grabs MACRAME by the shoulder)
I don't think that will be necessary.
(to DEREK)
Will it Mr. Wilson?
DEREK WILSON
(collapses back to the curb, shame on his face)
I'm sorry detective.  I... I... don't know what came over me.  I wasn't thinking.
DAVID RILEY
(to second officer)
Officer, please take Mr. Wilson back to the station.  He is NOT to be placed in a cell, is that understood?
SECOND OFFICER
Yes sir Detective Riley.
(to DEREK)
Come with me Mr. Wilson.  We'll take care of you.  Everything is going to be ok.
DAVID RILEY
Let's go Mac before we piss someone else off.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
I agree.
The detectives walk back to their car.  The reporters follow them along the outside of the tape continuously firing questions at them.  Flash bulbs are going off like fireworks.
INT. RILEY AND MACRAME'S CAR -- CONTINUOUS
MACRAME is driving.  RILEY is slumped over in the passenger seat.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
You ok Riley?
DAVID RILEY
(quickly)
Pull over.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What?
RILEY leans up holding his stomach. 
DAVID RILEY
(desperation in his voice)
Pull over... now!
MACRAME pulls the car over.
RILEY gets out quickly and moves to the side of the road.  MACRAME steps out and stands with the driver side door open.
RILEY pauses by the side of the road.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Riley?
RILEY 
RILEY quickly bends over and violently vomits on the ground.
When he is finished he wipes his mouth and gets back into the car.
MACRAME steps back in.
ELIZABETH MACRAME (CONT'D)
You ok?
DAVID RILEY
(hand over his eyes)
Just drive.
INT. POLICE STATION -- MORNING
The police station is a flurry of activity.  The shift is changing and tired officers are walking out as fresh ones are coming in.
Two gang bangers are handcuffed and standing with two officers by the front desk.  There are colorfully dressed prostitutes at some of the desks talking with different detectives.  The phones are ringing off their hooks.
The room is populated with about twelve desks back-to-back.  Paint is chipping off of the walls and water stains are on the ceiling.
RILEY and MACRAME walk in and sit down at their desks located near the back.
Their desks are covered with file folders and loose sheets of paper.
RILEY looks tired and lays his head down on his desk. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What was that back there on the road Riley?
DAVID RILEY
Nothing.  I'm just coming down with something I think.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Yea... your coming down with a shot of whiskey in the morning.
DAVID RILEY
(raising his head)
I have never drank on duty... only when I'm off.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Well I'm guessing you drank enough last night.
DAVID RILEY
(getting upset)
Well I was off duty wasn't I?  Look what I do in my down time is my own business ok?  Let's focus on the case.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Alright.  Where to first?
DAVID RILEY
Well... we need to go shake up The Risers a little bit and see what we can get from them.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What about Mr. Wilson?
DAVID RILEY
(confused)
He's here?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(shaking her head)
You told them to bring him back here.
DAVID RILEY
Ok, let's go talk to him.
CUT TO:
INT. POLICE COFFEE ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
The room has a single table in the center.  A refrigerator and coffee machine sit in the corner.
A corkboard hangs on the wall and is covered with wanted posters and various memos and pushpins are splattered all over.
DEREK is standing at the farthest window staring out into the city.  The sun is rising over the buildings.
CUT TO:
CLOSE UP ON DEREK'S EYES
The sun's reflection is creating a fire in DEREK's eyes.
The sounds of children can be heard faintly.  DEREK's wife's voice is heard over everything.
V.O. DEREK'S WIFE
I love you.
At that instant RILEY and MACRAME enter the room breaking DEREK's moment.
They sit down and take out their notebooks. 
DAVID RILEY
Mr. Wilson, again, we are sorry for your loss.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
If it is possible, we would like to ask you a few more questions.
DEREK remains motionless.
DAVID RILEY
Mr. Wilson?
DEREK turns his head.  He walks toward the table and sits down across from the two detectives. 
DEREK WILSON
I don't know what else I can tell you.
DAVID RILEY
Could you tell us what it is you do at Syrius?
DEREK WILSON
I'm head of the Computers and Technology division.  What does that have to do with anything?
DAVID RILEY
What does that involve?
DEREK bangs his fist down on the table startling MACRAME. 
DEREK WILSON
(angry)
What does my fucking job have to do with the murder of my family?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Please sir... we are looking at every angle.  We just want to make sure that we don't miss anything.
DEREK WILSON
I...I...I'm sorry.  I work on and repair the computers for the entire building.  I am basically the guy who designed the whole computer network and data storage systems for Syrius.
DAVID RILEY
So when something breaks you are the guy they call to fix it?
DEREK WILSON
Yea... but something is always broken so I am there all the time.
(sadly)
Like... Like... last night.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What about your wife?  What did she do?
DEREK WILSON
Nothing.  She was your run of the mill soccer mom.
(pause while RILEY is writing)
It's funny... that one little word changes the meaning of my entire world.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What word?
DEREK WILSON
"Was." I can no longer say "is my wife" she is now "was my wife." It's amazing how much of our lives is defined by little three letter words.
(pause)
I'll never get used to that.
DAVID RILEY
Your wife didn't have any contact with your job?
(MACRAME glares at RILEY)
DEREK WILSON
(anger in his voice)
Wait... Are you saying that someone I work with had something to do with this? 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
We aren't sure of...
DEREK stands quickly slamming his hands down on the desk.
Both detectives are caught off guard and slide back a little.
DEREK WILSON
(his voice is cold)
You said it was a gang.  What does that have to do with my work.  Unless...
DEREK'S voice trails off. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Please Mr. Wilson don't start jumping to your own conclusions.  You won't be able to deal with the consequences of that.
(stands)
I believe we are done here.  There is an officer outside who will take you home.
MACRAME grabs RILEY by the shoulder and drags him out of the room.
DEREK returns to the window and again stares off into the distance.
EXT. POLICE STATION -- CONTINUOUS
MACRAME throws RILEY up against the wall.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(angry)
What the hell were you thinking?
DAVID RILEY
(laughing)
What?  At least we know he isn't involved.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(yelling)
You told him that his fucking job killed his wife.  What the hell were you thinking?  We don't have a single strip of evidence to support that and you go shooting your mouth off.  He just lost his entire family for Christ sake and you tell him his co-workers were responsible.
DAVID RILEY
(laughing)
Ok. Your right I shouldn't have asked.  But think about it.  What happened in that house was not your average murder.  Someone had that family killed.
ELIZABETH MACREME
You don't know that damn it!?!
DAVID RILEY
Ok. I'm sorry.  I fucked up.  Now let's move on. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
One of these days you are going to fuck up and I am not going to be there to pull you out.
DAVID RILEY
Look... Let's just get in the car and go visit our little gangster friends.
MACRAME stomps off with a huff.
INT. POLICE CAR -- DAY
DEREK is sitting in the front seat of a patrol car with an officer driving.
He is staring out the window with his hand up to his mouth.
DEREK WILSON
Take me to the nearest bar.
DRIVING OFFICER
Are you sure that is a good idea sir?
DEREK WILSON
(turning and staring at the officer, cold)
Please.
DRIVING OFFICER
Ok. I can't say that I blame you.
EXT. STREET -- DAY
Police car pulls up to a bar around the corner from the police station.
DEREK gets out and walks inside.
As the police car drives away DEREK exits the bar and hails down a cab.
FADE OUT
INT. SHADOWY OFFICE -- DAY
No defining details of the office can be seen.  Only a desk and a chair in front of a large window with the shades drawn.
Only the back of the chair can be seen.
V.O. MALE
It did not go as planned... Yes... I understand.
A hand comes from behind the chair and hangs up the phone.
FADE OUT
EXT. POOL HALL -- DAY
Pool hall is the bottom floor of an old run down building.  There is an alley to the right of the building with dumpsters and trash all over.  Neon beer signs are blinking in the windows.
There is a bum leaning against one of the dumpsters closest to the road. 
RILEY and MACRAME pull up to the front of the building.
They step out of the car and meet by the front of the building.  Both have looks of disgust on their face.
ANGLE ON RILEY AND MACRAME FROM A SIDE VIEW
DAVID RILEY
Look, these guys may not be the biggest gang in the world but they wouldn't hesitate to put a couple in your back as you walk out the door.
In the background a blurry image of a taxi comes into view and pulls up to the curb.
A man steps out and runs around the corner of the next building.
RILEY turns his head just in time to see a quick glimpse of the man disappearing behind the building.
RILEY shakes his head and returns to what he was saying. 
DAVID RILEY (CONT'D)
Let me talk, and don't turn your back to anyone.  Is that understood?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Yea, I've done this before.
DAVID RILEY
Hang on one second.
RILEY disappears into the alley.
A desperate rat SQUEAK is heard in the distance and RILEY reappears from the alley.
His hand never leaves his right jacket pocket. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(confused)
What the hell was that?
DAVID RILEY
Trust me.
INT. POOL HALL -- DAY
The pool hall is a dirty gritty place and the few patrons shooting pool don't look much better.  
There are a few scattered chairs and stained tables.  Four pool tables are in a line on the far left wall.
The lighting is basically a few lamps and what is projected by the neon signs in the front window.
The floor is concrete and so sticky a strange squishing sound is heard as you walk. 
RILEY and MACRAME walk in.
The bar stops and the few patrons look up.  One man is passed out on a table in his own vomit.
The bartender is a huge man with a grey beard two feet long.  His body is covered in tattoos which can be seen through his wife beater tank top.
RILEY and MACRAME walk in and flash their badges.  RILEY's hand is still in his pocket.
The patrons are not threatened by the badges, but simply turn and continue with what they were doing.
RILEY walks over to the bartender grabbing him by the beard and slamming his face into the bar.
The patrons jump but are quieted when MACRAME flips her jacket back exposing her gun.
RILEY reaches his right hand out of his pocket and quickly hits a button under the bar and quickly puts his hand back in his pocket.
A door covered by a large mirror opens slightly.  RILEY releases the bartender and the two detectives walk back to the door, but keep their eyes on everyone in the bar.  The embarrassed bartender simply gets up and rubs his face.
INT. POOL HALL STAIRWAY -- CONTINUOUS
The detectives close the door behind them.  The mirror on the front of the door is a two way mirror and they are able to see through to the next room.
The stairway is a zigzag stairway.  Beer bottles and trash are strewn about haphazardly.
They walk down.
INT. POOL HALL BASEMENT -- CONTINUOUS
There is one door with another giant man standing in front of the door.
GANGSTER DOOR GUARD
(fear is on his face)
Don't even think about it Riley.
RILEY pulls a huge rat out of his pocket and the guard begins to cower away into the corner.
The guard falls down to the ground and RILEY places the rat in front of him keeping him pinned to the ground.  The guard's face is distorted with fear and his eyes are closed.
INT. POOL HALL BASEMENT OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
The office is crummy looking with a desk and a large chair behind it.  There are four other men in the room.  Two each are standing on either side of the desk.
There are video screens on the left wall showing the main room and the front door.
RILEY and MACRAME walk in. 
ANGLE ON THE CHAIR
The chair spins around exposing a very tiny black man.
DAMIEN
(very proper manner)
If you need to speak with me Riley you just have to ask.
BACK TO SCENE 
DAVID RILEY
Hello again Damien it has been a long time.
DAMIEN
Not long enough.
DAVID RILEY
The feeling is mutual.  How did you know it was me?
DAMIEN
Only you know about Tinker's little fear.  Now what the fuck do you want?
DAVID RILEY
I want to know what your boys were doing on Cherry Street last night.
DAMIEN
They weren't.  Now get the fuck out.
The four guards spread out a little coming to the sides of the two detectives.
RILEY reaches into his inside jacket pocket.  The guards react by pulling their guns.
ANGLE ON MACRAME AND GUARD
MACRAME reacts fast and pulls her gun like a gunslinger and has her gun to the head of the nearest guard before he can pull his own.  The room stops and the other three guards are aiming there guns alternately between RILEY and MACRAME.
RILEY
RILEY holds out his free hand and slowly pulls his other hand out of his jacket.  He is holding a bag containing the purple bandanna from the crime scene.
RILEY throws the bag onto Damien's desk.
DAMIEN
DAMIEN (CONT'D)
(stunned and angry)
You have worn out your welcome detective Riley... Now get the fuck out of my hall.
ANGLE ON RILEY AND MACRAME
The detectives slowly back out of the room never turning their backs to the people in the room.  They close the door behind them.  MACRAME holsters her weapon as she leaves.
DAMIEN
DAMIEN (CONT'D)
Call Niko and Razor.  I want to know what the fuck happened.
EXT. POOL HALL -- CONTINUOUS
RILEY starts laughing.  MACRAME is a little shaken up.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(in shock but smiling)
What in the shit was that Riley?
DAVID RILEY
(smiling)
I said we would shake them up.  Now their shaken.
They start moving toward the car when a sound stirs in the alley.
RILEY turns his head toward the alley.  Suspicious of the sound.
ANGLE ON ALLEY
A rat skitters across the alley.  The bum sleeping next to the dumpster jumps but just rolls over and falls back asleep.
ANGLE ON RILEY
RILEY shakes his head and gets into the car.
DEREK is hiding behind one of the dumpsters about halfway down the alley.
The expression on his face is stone cold.  There is a small basement window open next to his feet.
FADE OUT
EXT. DEREK WILSON'S HOUSE -- DAY
DEREK is standing outside of his house with tears streaming down his face.  There is a bottle of whiskey in his hand.  He walks through the front door tearing down the police tape.
INT. DEREK WILSON'S HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
DEREK looks into the living room.  It is dark at first with the lights off.
FADE IN:
The room is now decorated in Christmas decorations, his daughters are opening presents.  The girls are smiling from ear to ear.  His wife is standing in the corner.  There is no sound and the girls are laughing and mouthing words toward DEREK.
FADE OUT:
INT. DEREK WILSON'S HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
The room returns to normal.  The lighting is dark.
DEREK turns and walks up the stairs. 
INT. DEREK'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
DEREK walks in the room.  
The room has not been cleaned and the blood stain is still present on the floor.
DEREK walks over to the nightstand and picks up a picture of his family.  They are all smiling.  The sounds of his two daughters playing can be heard.
DEREK throws the picture into the vanity mirror and it shatters.
ANGLE ON THE BROKEN PICTURE ON THE FLOOR
DEREK screams.  The sounds of rustling in the closet can be heard.
EXT. SYRIUS WEAPONS COMPANY -- DAY
DEREK walks through the front door of a large office building.
INT. SYRIUS WEAPONS COMPANY OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
There are a line of cubicles in the center of the room with office doors lining the walls.
There is a flurry of activity as people are working.  People are walking around and talking doing their day to day activities.
DEREK walks in and the people by the entrance stop, not knowing what to say.  A wave of stunned expressions flows through the office.  Whispers can be heard from the various workers.
DEREK pauses and continues walking through the room.  DEREK walks into his personal office and closes the door.  The people go back to work as usual.
INT. DEREK'S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
DEREK walks in and closes the door.  He pauses and leans back against the door.  A weight comes down onto his shoulders.
DEREK sits down at his desk.  He boots up his computer his face is like stone.
CUT TO:
COMPUTER SCREEN
On the screen a program is pulled up titled "Syrius Inc. Restricted Access." Below the title are two typing blocks stacked on top of one another.  One for "user name" and the other for "password." Below the blocks is a red button reading "access."
DEREK types into each block and little stars appear hiding the name and password.  He moves his mouse over to the access button.
Right when he is about to click the button the door swings open and his boss DONOVAN walks in.
CUT TO:
DONOVAN ENTERING THE ROOM
CALEB DONOVAN
Derek?  What are you doing here?  You should be at home.
DEREK 
DEREK WILSON
(slightly startled)
I... I know but I can't.  I just need to get my mind on something else.
DONOVAN 
CALEB DONOVAN
Derek... I'm so sorry for what happened.  I can't even begin to imagine what you are going through.  But if you are going to work, do me a favor and at least make it a half day.  Huh?
DEREK WILSON
I won't stay long I promise.
CALEB DONOVAN
Hey, you have my number and you know where I live.  I'm available anytime.
DEREK WILSON
Thanks again.
DONOVAN walks out and closes the door.
Camera pans back to DEREK and his face becomes emotionless.  The red access button is reflecting off his eyes.  The mouse clicks.
V.O. FEMALE COMPUTER
Restricted access granted.
FADE OUT
INT. CALEB DONOVAN'S OFFICE -- AFTERNOON
DONOVAN's office is rather large.  There is a desk and large chair.  The desk is covered in various folders and papers but remains in a rather orderly fashion.  A lamp sits on the corner.  Pens and pencils are in a cup.
DONOVAN is sitting at his desk writing in a file.  There is a large window behind him looking out over a suburban area.
The buzzer on DONOVAN's phone goes off.  He pushes the button.
CALEB DONOVAN
Yes?
V.O. SECRETARY
Sir, there are two detectives out here that would like to speak to you.
CALEB DONOVAN
Send them in.
RILEY and MACRAME walk through the door.
DONOVAN stands and offers the detectives the two chairs in front of his desk.
CALEB DONOVAN (CONT'D)
What can I do for you today officers.
DAVID RILEY
We won't take up to much of your time.  We just need to ask you a few questions and we'll be out of your hair.
CALEB DONOVAN
Sure.  Anything I can do to help?  I assume this has to do with Derek's misfortunes.
DAVID RILEY
Yes.  How long has Mr. Wilson been working for you?
CALEB DONOVAN
Derek is one of the finest employees we have and I consider him one of my closest friends.  He has been working here since the beginning and has done a magnificent job.  He is the first one called when anything from a toaster to a missile targeting system isn't working right.  The man is a genius with technology.
DAVID RILEY
He hasn't had any problems recently with other employees?
CALEB DONOVAN
God no.  His work record is exemplary and everyone loves working with him.  I have had him and his family to my house for dinner on multiple occasions.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
We are going to need to have a look at anything Mr. Wilson has worked on in the past six months or so.
CALEB DONOVAN
I don't see any problems with that, but I am going to have to check with legal.  We work on a lot of very sensitive projects.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
We can get a warrant.
CALEB DONOVAN
I'm afraid you are going to have to do that.  I can't just pass our files around on a whim.  No offense but I have to cover my own ass.
DAVID RILEY
I understand.  Do you mind if we take a look at Mr. Wilson's office?
CALEB DONOVAN
No... not at all.  In fact, I think he is still here.
DAVID RILEY
Who?
CALEB DONOVAN
Derek.
The two detectives look at each other expressionless.  DONOVAN leads the two out of his office and down the hall to DEREK's office.
INT. DEREK'S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
The three people walk in, but DEREK is no where to be found.
DAVID RILEY
I thought you said he was here?
CALEB DONOVAN
Well... I told him to take it easy.  So he probably just left early.  
MACRAME'S cell phone rings. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(to the phone)
Detective Macrame.
(to DONOVAN)
I'm sorry.  I have to take this.
MACRAME walks out of the room.
DAVID RILEY
So your relationship with Mr. Wilson was pretty good.
CALEB DONOVAN
Like I said, he has been to my house several times.
DAVID RILEY
He hasn't been acting strange or distant or anything like that?
CALEB DONOVAN
Not that I could see.
DAVID RILEY
Disappearing with out telling you isn't strange?
CALEB DONOVAN
I can't watch everybody. 
MACRAME reenters the room.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Riley, we have to go.
DAVID RILEY
It has been a pleasure meeting you Mr. Donovan.  We may have some more questions later, so please, don't leave town.
CALEB DONOVAN
Of course.  Please do what ever you can to find out what happened.
The detectives leave.
CUT TO:
CALEB
DONOVAN picks up the phone on DEREK'S desk and dials a number when the detectives are out of earshot.  He is nervous.
CALEB DONOVAN
(on the phone)
I just had two detectives asking me questions.
V.O. MALE
Don't worry.  Everything is being taken care of.
INT. EXPLODED POOL HALL -- AFTERNOON
There are two bodies on either side of the door heavily burned and two bodies in the center of the room laying next to a large burn ring.  The video monitors are shattered.  DAMIEN is sitting dead in his chair with slight burn damage but has multiple puncture wounds to his face and chest.
Crime scene investigators are scouring the room pulling small projectiles out of the walls.  
LONNY is kneeling next to the bodies by the door.
The detectives slowly make their way through the rubble.
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
(standing)
It's a fucking slaughter house Riley.  I've got five badly burned bodies that have multiple puncture wounds, that guy in the chair, and the one out in the hall.
DAVID RILEY
(examining the crater)
This looks like more than a grenade.  What did you say the puncture wounds were from?
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
(tosses a projectile to RILEY)
This... It is some type of arrow head shaped device but I've never seen anything like it.  
DAVID RILEY
Not just your everyday shrapnel?
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
No.  They are all shaped exactly like that one.  Could have been homemade like a nail bomb or something.
DAVID RILEY
(pointing at Damien)
What about our friend in the chair there?
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
He isn't as badly damaged as the others because the desk blocked most of the blast, but he wouldn't have been able to get to the door anyway.
DAVID RILEY
Why is that?
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
He has a rather large stab wound in his upper thigh.  Probably deep enough to cause some serious pain when he walked and may have even immobilized the leg.
(walking away from the desk)
My final on site conclusion is: cause of death explosion and projectiles, Time of death...
DAVID RILEY
About four hours ago?
MED. EXAMINER LONNY
I was going to say 4 to 6, how did you know?
DAVID RILEY
Because we were hear about four hours ago.
Captain Ulrich walks into the room.
CAPTAIN ULRICH
What'd we got Riley?
DAVID RILEY
(looking at the floor)
Revenge Captain.
CAPTAIN ULRICH
Yea these thugs are always killin' each other.
DAVID RILEY
(unconvinced)
Yea.
(to Lonny)
Lonny get those autopsy results to me ASAP.
INT. POOL HALL STAIRWAY -- CONTINUOUS
The burn damage is not as bad as in the room.  The door is laying on top of the door guard, broken.  A crime scene investigator is examining the door and pulling projectiles out of the wood..
The door guard's face is punctured multiple times.
A rat crawls out from under the body and begins to clean itself.
RILEY looks toward the body and the rat when he steps out of the room, laughs and shakes his head.
DAVID RILEY
Mac, why do you think they couldn't get out of the room?  There was nothing blocking the door.
MACRAME steps out and looks at the door frame.  There is a small box burned pretty badly with a wire connecting to a metallic substance that is spread over the door frame.
She taps the substance with a pen from her pocket, it makes a metallic DING.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What is this stuff?
DAVID RILEY
(looks at the substance)
I have no idea, but it looks like it sealed the door.
The detectives begin walking up the stairs.  The burn damage is localized to the broken door and the area around the door.  Everything else is relatively untouched.  
RILEY stops and kneels down to the landing.  MACRAME leans in over his shoulder.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Why did you agree with the captain back there?  You know gangs don't kill each other with explosives.
DAVID RILEY
There is blood here.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(rolling her eyes)
Probably just spatter from one of these poor souls.
DAVID RILEY
No.  This is vertical spatter... Someone was laying right here.  Get one of the guys to bag and tag this.
RILEY follows the blood trail up the stairs and out the back door of the pool hall.  The trail stops next to some car tire tracks.
DAVID RILEY (CONT'D)
(to himself)
What the hell happened here?
FADE OUT
INT. SYRIUS WEAPONS COMPANY SPECIAL PROJECTS DIVISION -- DAY
DEREK walks up to a security door.  On the door is a large red label that reads "Authorized Personnel Only."  He looks both ways and uses his ID card to open the door.  It SWISHES open.
INT. SYRIUS WEAPONS COMPANY SPECIAL PROJECTS DIVISION -- CONTINUOUS
The hallway is all white and as clean as a whistle.  There are large steel doors lining the walls.  A security guard sits at his desk just inside the door doing a crossword puzzle. 
As DEREK enters the room the guard looks up from his puzzle and stands.
SYRIUS GUARD
Hey Derek.  What can we do for you today?
DEREK WILSON
I'm here to pick up a few things for the testing field Danny.
SYRIUS GUARD
Really?  I don't have any pick ups scheduled for today.
DEREK WILSON
That's strange could you check again for me?
SYRIUS GUARD
(accessing his computer)
That's funny.  Here it is.  I don't remember seeing this earlier.  Why did they send you?
DEREK WILSON
They need me to go over and fix some of there computers and I need a few things to set a baseline for the RX-101 targeting...
SYRIUS GUARD
Whoa cowboy.  I believe you.  Sometimes you tech guys can give me a headache with your mumbo jumbo.  Just sign in for me.
DEREK WILSON
(signing a clipboard)
Thanks.
EXT. SYRIUS WEAPONS COMPANY LOADING DOCK -- DAY
RILEY steps out on to a loading dock area with truck access and ramps leading to the ground below.
He is pulling a trolley cart behind him with a few crates on it.  He pulls the cart down one of the ramps and begins to head toward his car.
As he is walking two other executives are walking directly toward him.  He quickly slides the cart over behind a white van and begins to walk toward the executives.
ELIJAH BRENT
Derek?  What are you doing here?
DEREK WILSON
I just needed to get my mind on something else.  What better place to do that than work?
ELIJAH BRENT
Derek, I am truly sorry about what happened.  Is there anything we can do to help?
DEREK WILSON
No.  Thank you for your concern.
ELIJAH BRENT
Well, I can't blame you I guess.  Don't over do it, ok?  You are an important asset to this company.  We are going to need you back on your feet.
DEREK WILSON
I'll try.  Thanks again for you condolences.
The two executives slap DEREK on the back and continue on their way.  They walk right past the truck that DEREK slid the cart behind but don't notice anything.
DEREK walks back toward the cart.
FADE OUT
INT. POOL HALL BASEMENT OFFICE -- DAY
NIKO and RAZOR are standing in front of the desk with scared looks on their faces.  They are identical twins.
DAMIEN is standing with both hands on the desk in front of him, he is fuming.  There are four other guards, two on either side of the desk.
DAMIEN
Can someone please tell me what the FUCK happened last night?
(pause)
Someone better fucking talk to me or I am going to start busting heads in the next three seconds.
NIKO begins to speak tentatively. 
NIKO
(afraid)
Things went to hell Mr. Damien.
RAZOR
Yea, hell Mr. Damien.
DAMIEN
And that means what, exactly?
RAZOR
We went to the house like you said.
NIKO
Then this car pulls up and a guy in a suit gets out.
RAZOR
We was just about to break in the back door so we decided to wait.
NIKO
The fucking guy...
One of the guards near NIKO punches him in the stomach.  NIKO hunches over and falls to the ground in pain.  RAZOR is taken back, thinking he is about to be struck as well.  He closes his eyes for a blow that never comes.
DAMIEN
(yelling)
DO NOT FUCKING CURSE IN MY PRESENCE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!
NIKO
He is down on his knees.  The wind has been knocked from his lungs and he is gasping for air. 
NIKO
Sorry... boss.
RAZOR 
DAMIEN
(to Razor)
Please continue.
RAZOR is even more afraid now.  He is hesitant to speak. 
RAZOR
We was waitin' in the bushes for the guy to leave and... and...  That's when we heard the shots.  We figured the cops was comin' so we
(cringing waiting to be hit)
took off.
DAMIEN
DAMIEN
What shots?
RAZOR 
RAZOR
We heard a couple of shots.  They was loud boss.  That's why we ran.  I ain't bring nothin' to shoot back.
DAMIEN reaches into his desk drawer.
RAZOR closes his eyes and begins to pray.  DAMIEN pulls a plastic bag out containing the sash that RILEY threw at him. 
DAMIEN
So which one of you fucks left this?
(throws the sash on to the ground)
NIKO picks up the sash from the ground and rises from the floor still wincing in pain.  Both brothers pull their sashes from their pockets.  They are dumbfounded by the third sash.
DAMIEN (CONT'D)
Give me those.
DAMIEN considers the sashes.  All three look exactly alike except for the gang mark of a trident on the tags.  He looks at Niko and Razor's sashes and sees the mark.  When he looks at the third sash from the crime scene there is no mark.
DAMIEN (CONT'D)
(stunned)
We've been fucking set up.
CUT TO:
DOOR OF OFFICE
In the background the door to the office begins to slowly open.  DEREK walks through the door with one hand behind his back and an ice cold expression on his face.
DAMIEN
What the fuck!?!?
All of the guards and NIKO and RAZOR all pull their guns on DEREK.
CUT TO:
OUTER HALLWAY 
The big door guard is cowering across the hall from a large rat that has been placed at his feet.  His head is tilted toward the heavens and he is praying for help.
CUT TO:
DEREK 
DEREK pulls his hand from behind his back to reveal a canister grenade.  A smile spreads across his face.
DEREK WILSON
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
The men in the room take a step back except for DAMIEN who is pinned behind his desk.  Damien holds his ground and stands there with his hands on the desk unfazed.
DEREK WILSON (CONT'D)
Do any of you know what this is?
(waving the grenade)
I didn't think so.  This is an HE series 4 C-12 high velocity projectile explosive device.  Not only does it contain enough explosive to completely destroy this room, but it also contains 437 projectiles shaped like little arrows made from carbon titanium that travel at 500 feet per second and I have already pulled the pin so I suggest you put your little guns away.  I only want to chat with your little boss man.
DAMIEN
Fuck you.
DEREK's face is one of a pure lust for revenge.  The GUARDS raise their guns, but they pause as DEREK raises the grenade above his head.  The handle opens a little. 
DEREK WILSON
Try me.  My family is dead and I have nothing left to lose.
DAMIEN considers this for a second and nods his head toward his men. 
DAMIEN
What the fuck do you want?
The guards drop their guns to their sides. 
DEREK makes his way slowly behind Damien's desk.  The guards keep a trained eye on DEREK's hand.
DEREK WILSON
Please have a seat Mr. Damien.
DAMIEN unwillingly sits down in his chair.
DEREK WILSON (CONT'D)
Tell me why you killed my family.
DAMIEN
I don't know what the fuck your talking about.
DEREK laughs for a second and then instantly goes into a very serious voice.
With uncanny speed DEREK pulls out and opens a switchblade with his free hand and stabs it deep into DAMIEN's thigh.  DAMIEN SCREAMS in pain.
The guards make a move for DEREK, but he releases the knife and holds them at bay by flashing the grenade
Once the guards are stopped DEREK leans next to DAMIEN's ear. 
DEREK WILSON
(whispering)
Wrong answer you little shit.  Now tell me what I want to know.
DAMIEN writhes in pain and begins to breath heavy.
DAMIEN
(writhing in pain)
Your fucking nuts man!!  
DEREK grabs the blade and twists it causing DAMIEN to SCREAM again.
DAMIEN (CONT'D)
Ok, Ok. We didn't kill 'em now fucking stop!
DEREK does not believe him.  He twists the blade again causing DAMIEN to release a silent scream. 
DEREK WILSON
LIAR!!  I saw your fucking colors at my house.
NIKO
(interjecting over the screams, desperately)
We didn't do it.  We didn't do it.
DEREK releases his grip on the blade and turns his attention toward NIKO. 
DEREK WILSON
So it was YOU at my house!!
DAMIEN
(in pain)
Yea... but they were only supposed to rob the place. 
DEREK WILSON
Tell me what you know.  NOW!!
DAMIEN can barely speak over the blinding pain in his leg. 
DAMIEN
(breathing heavily)
Some white guy in a suit came to us a couple of days ago.  Said he knew a house with a lot of money in a downstairs safe.  Said we could have it if we gave him a little finders fee.  That's it I swear!
DEREK WILSON
What was his name?
DAMIEN
He said his name was Smith.  That's all I know!  Now pull this fucking thing out of my leg!
DEREK WILSON
How were you supposed to contact him?
DAMIEN
He gave us a number to call if we wanted the job!
DEREK twists the blade into his leg more.  He is beginning to enjoy the torture a little to much. 
DEREK WILSON
What is it?!
DAMIEN
(screaming)
555-0342!!
DEREK quickly pulls the blade from DAMIEN's leg.  DAMIEN grabs the wound and slumps down into his chair. 
DEREK WILSON
(calmly)
Thank you for your cooperation.
DEREK slowly makes his way back to the door never turning his back.  He flaunts the grenade in the faces of two of the guards as he walks by.
He opens the door and pauses.  DEREK lets out a sigh.
DAMIEN
Your a fucking dead man when you leave this room!!
CUT TO:
CLOSE UP OF DEREK'S FACE
A red neon beer sign mounted on the wall flickers on and is reflected in DEREK's eyes.  It resembles a flame growing in intensity.
DEREK WILSON
I was a dead man the second my family was killed.
DEREK tosses the grenade toward the center of the room.  The handle of the grenade flies off in mid air with a metallic PING.
CUT TO:
CLOSE UP OF DAMIEN'S FACE
A look of sheer terror is on his face.  His fate is sealed.
CUT TO:
INT. POOL HALL STAIRWAY -- CONTINUOUS
DEREK exits and SLAMS the door.  He pushes a button on a small box mounted next to the door frame.  There are wires extending from the box into a gray sealant.
An electrical current flows through the sealant that has been spread on the outside of the top of the door frame sealing it from being opened.
The shadows of the men trapped inside are pounding on the door to try and get out.  The door opens slightly from the bottom and begins to CRACKLE under the strain of the people behind it.  
DEREK runs for the stairs.The guard outside the door makes a leap at DEREK and grabs his ankle.  DEREK falls up the stairs.  He turns just in time to see...
An EXPLOSION rips through the adjoining room and out into the hallway.  The door flies off and slams into the guard holding DEREK.
One of the small projectiles catches DEREK in the leg.  DEREK winces in pain.  His ears begin to RING from the concussion wave. 
DEREK rolls around for a second trying to gather himself.  He kicks away the guards dead hand and hobbles up the stairs leaving a small blood pool behind.
INT. DEREK'S HOTEL ROOM -- EVENING
The hotel room is really rundown.  There is a bed, a dresser, a nightstand, and a table in the corner with one lamp on it.
The sheets on the bed are not clean and there are cigarette burns on the pillow cases.  The T.V. that is sitting on the dresser is so old it has rabbit ears coming out of the back.  Stains of various unknown fluids cover the walls.
The lights are off.  The faint sound of someone vomiting can be heard over the growling of the window unit air conditioner.
INT. DEREK'S HOTEL ROOM BATHROOM -- CONTINUOUS
The bathroom has not been thoroughly cleaned in ages.  There is a ring around the inside of the bathtub.
DEREK's head is buried in the toilet.  He vomits violently.
DEREK pulls his head out and flushes the toilet.  He crawls toward the bath tub and lazily turns the shower on.  He rolls into the tub fully clothed.
He curls up onto his back and tears are streaming down his face.  He is staring at his hands.
DEREK WILSON
(crying)
Please forgive me...
Anger pours over his face.
V.O. DEREK'S WIFE
Come home my love.
FADE OUT
INT. POLICE STATION -- EVENING
RILEY and MACRAME are sitting at their desk.
RILEY is thinking with his hand at his chin and MACRAME is on the phone. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(hangs up the phone)
You never answered my question back there.  Why did you agree with the Captain when you knew it wasn't a gang killing?
DAVID RILEY
It may be nothing.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What?
DAVID RILEY
Before we went into that pool hall to talk to Damien...
ELIZABETH MACRAME
You call what we did talking?
DAVID RILEY
(leaning forward)
I could have sworn, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Wilson following us.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
No you didn't.  He was in so much shock he probably found the nearest bottle and crawled in.
DAVID RILEY
Shock can do a lot to a man when your family is taken away from you.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Look, that guy is a think tank not a soldier.  Besides the uniform that drove him said he dropped him at the bar around the corner.
DAVID RILEY
I know.  It sounds ridiculous but something isn't setting right.  How could there be a triple homicide in a nice residential neighborhood and then the first lead we follow up gets blown to shit?  There's a connection.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Why did you agree with the captain?  Stop avoiding my question.
DAVID RILEY
I don't know.  It could have been a gang hit.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(enlightened)
You know that's not right.  You want it to be this Derek guy don't you?
DAVID RILEY
What?  That's ridiculous.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Wait... no.  You wish it was you don't you?  You wish you would have found that mugger that shot your...
RILEY slams his hand down on the desk interrupting MACRAME. 
DAVID RILEY
SHUT UP!!
MACRAME jumps back. 
The entire station stops and looks at the two arguing.  RILEY looks around and quiets his voice.  He remains fuming.
DAVID RILEY (CONT'D)
You have no idea what the fuck your talking about.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(whispering)
You need to let it go Riley.  Marie is not coming back.
DAVID RILEY
(whispering)
Fuck you!
RILEY storms off to the coffee room.
MACRAME huffs and follows him.
INT. POLICE COFFEE ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
DEREK is staring out the window.  The sun is glistening off the skyscrapers.
MACRAME enters and closes the door behind her.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
(apologetic)
I'm sorry David.  Your my partner, I'm just worried.
RILEY turns toward MACRAME.  He wipes a single tear from his face. 
DAVID RILEY
No... I shouldn't have reacted like that.
ELIZABETH MACREME
You never did tell me what happened.
RILEY turns back toward the window 
DAVID RILEY
It happened about three years ago after I transferred here from the 1-7.  I had just made detective and I was working my first case.  It was a standard B and E but I wanted to crack it and look good.  You know?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Yea.  I got swamped in my first one too.
DAVID RILEY
Marie went back to the old neighborhood to return one of those cart dolly things.  You know, one of those things they use to move refrigerators and shit?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Yea.
DAVID RILEY
The detective that worked the case was O'Hara.  You know him?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
I've heard of him.  From what I get he was a good cop.
DAVID RILEY
Yea, I had worked with him before.  He was good.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What was his final report?
RILEY
He turns toward MACRAME.  Pain covers his face. 
DAVID RILEY
As far as he could tell it was a smash and grab on the car.  Marie and my daughter walked up on him in the middle of breaking the window.  He went to work on 'em with the crowbar he was using.
MACRAME
She brings her hand up to her mouth in shock. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Good God David.  I am so sorry.  I had no right to say what I said back there.
RILEY
He laughs slightly through his tears. 
DAVID RILEY
Yea, but do you know what the funny thing is?  You were right.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
No.  I was just a little shook up from the bombing.
DAVID RILEY
No.  You were right.  I do want it to be him.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What?
DAVID RILEY
I wish it was the husband.  In fact, I want it to be him.  Maybe I need it to be him.  I don't know.
MACRAME 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
No you don't.
DAVID RILEY
Yes I do.  I want it to be him because when I went home to an empty bed that night I wanted to kill that son of a bitch.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Yea but you didn't.
RILEY 
DAVID RILEY
When they arrested the guy who did it, O'Hara called me.  I went to the holding cell where they were keeping him. 
INT. POLICE STATION BASEMENT -- NIGHT
DEREK walks down a flight of stairs into the basement of the police station.  There is an officer at a desk in front of a large metal door.
V.O. DAVID RILEY
I checked my firearm at the door like I was supposed to, but I kept my secondary around my ankle.
DEREK hands his gun to the officer at the desk.  He walks through the large doorway into a hallway with jail cells on the right side.
INT. POLICE STATION HOLDING CELLS -- CONTINUOUS
DEREK stops at the second cell and looks in.
CUT TO:
VIEW OF CELL
There is one person laying in the bed asleep.  The cell is tiny with a sink and a toilet.  Neither has been cleaned.  There are various carvings and crude drawings splattered all over the walls.
CUT TO:
ANGLE ON RILEY 
RILEY kneels down and pulls his secondary revolver from his ankle holster.
V.O. MACRAME
My God Riley... What did you do?
RILEY sticks the gun through the bars and points it at the head of the sleeping man.  The man on the bed stirs slightly but never wakes up.
V.O. DAVID RILEY
Nothing.
INT. POLICE COFFEE ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
RILEY is sitting at the table in the center of the room.  MACRAME has say down as well. 
DAVID RILEY
I couldn't fire.  He just rolled over in his blissful sleep to live a long life on death row.  I put my piece away and walked.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Jesus Riley.  You did the right thing.  You can't blame yourself for wanting to keep your job AND your sanity.
RILEY 
He stands and walks toward the door.  He opens the door and pauses not turning to look at MACRAME.  Tears are streaming down his face.
DAVID RILEY
(solemnly)
Elizabeth... I've never fired my gun once on this job, but the only regret I have in my life is not pulling that trigger.
RILEY closes the door behind him.
MACRAME watches him leave.  She is stunned by what she has just heard.
FADE OUT
INT. DEREK'S HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT
DEREK is sitting on the bed near the phone on the nightstand.  His head is in his hands.  The lights are off except for a small lamp on the table by the window.
DEREK is shrouded in darkness.
He is staring at a piece of paper with the number "555-0342" written on it.  DEREK reaches for the phone and pauses.
The sounds of his daughters playing can be heard like they are in the room.
DEREK jerks his head towards the door, his entire face becomes illuminated, but there is nobody there.
Anger spawns on his face, and he quickly returns to the phone and dials the number.
The line begins to ring.  After a few rings a voice mail message picks up on the other end.
V.O. VOICE MAIL FEMALE
You have reached the voice mailbox of...
V.O. CALEB DONOVAN
Caleb Donovan...
V.O. VOICE MAIL FEMALE
If you would like to leave a message press 1 now...
The voice mail trails off as DEREK hangs up the phone.
Astonishment slowly slips to anger on DEREK's face.  The voice of his wife stirs in his head.
V.O. DEREK'S WIFE
I love you.
DEREK grabs his hair and bends over.  He begins to rock back and forth.
DEREK WILSON
(builds to a scream)
Shut up.  Shut up!  SHUT UP!!
DEREK quickly storms out of the room and grabs a suitcase by the door.  Outside of the room DEREK peels away in his car.
INT. CALEB DONOVAN'S HOUSE -- NIGHT
There is a large foyer area by the front door.  There are two doorways leading out both sides of the foyer and a stairway leading upstairs.  A coat rack sits by the door as well.
It begins to thunder and rain can be heard hitting the windows by the door.
The doorbell rings.(Pause)
The doorbell rings again.
DONOVAN walks in from the doorway on the left and looks tired.  He is in his shirt and pants but the tie is pulled loose.
He opens the door to reveal DEREK soaked in rain.  A lightning flash illuminates DEREK's face along with a CLAP of thunder.
DONOVAN is acting very nervous. 
CALEB DONOVAN
Derek?  What are you doing here?
DEREK WILSON
(cold)
You said if there was anything you could do to help I could come by.
CALEB DONOVAN
Oh...yes... of course.  This is just a really bad time.
DEREK WILSON
It is important Caleb.  I really need to talk to someone.
CALEB DONOVAN
Ummm... ok... Let's talk in my office.
DEREK enters the house and hangs his jacket up on the coat rack to the side of the door.  DONOVAN sticks his head out of the door and nervously looks around before shutting it behind him.
DONOVAN leads DEREK to the left into his office.
INT. CALEB DONOVAN'S HOME OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
DONOVAN's office is large.  There is only one entrance to the room, from the front.
DONOVAN's desk sits in front of a large window.  There are bookshelves lining both walls and a T.V. sits on one of the shelves.  A small bar is built into the wall.  
The room is lit up by another burst of lightning and thunder before DONOVAN turns on the lights.
The lighting is low but not dark.  The most light comes from a chandelier on the ceiling.  The desk is very clean with only a book open on the desk.
DEREK takes a seat in a chair at the front of the desk.  DONOVAN makes his way to the bar and pours two cognacs.
DONOVAN hands one to DEREK and takes his seat behind the desk.
CALEB DONOVAN
What can I do for you Derek?
DEREK WILSON
(staring into his drink)
I just need to understand a few things.
DONOVAN is continuously looking from his watch to the door.
CALEB DONOVAN
I'll do anything I can to help.
DEREK WILSON
Are you expecting someone Caleb?  If you are, I can come back later.
CALEB DONOVAN
No, no.  It's just late and I'm tired.  
(laughing)
Things just don't run as smoothly without you there.  What have you found out?
DEREK WILSON
The police told me that my family was murdered during a botched robbery by some gang.
CALEB DONOVAN
Jesus Derek I'm sorry.  That sounds like a horrible run of luck.
DEREK WILSON
That is exactly what I thought as well...
(looking up from his drink)
at first.
CALEB DONOVAN
Do you think something else is going on?
  
DEREK WILSON
You see... The police were asking questions about my work and what I did.  Which led me to believe that they thought someone from my work might have had something to do with this.  Of course, I didn't believe them.  I mean why would anyone want to murder the family of a computer geek.
CALEB DONOVAN
True.  It does sounds a little outrageous.
DEREK stands and walks over to the bookshelves.  He begins browsing the books.  Turning his back to DONOVAN.
CUT TO:
UNDERNEATH DONOVAN'S DESK
DONOVAN slides his hand down to a revolver in a holster mounted to the underside of his desk.
BACK TO SCENE
DEREK WILSON
I know, it is a ridiculous notion.  But then, you see, I went and had a little chat with these supposed gang murders and I found out something quiet interesting.  They gave me a little phone number.
DONOVAN fakes a smile and begins to sweat. 
CALEB DONOVAN
Really?  Did you call it?
DEREK keeps his back turned to DONOVAN and begins to laugh slightly. 
DEREK WILSON
That is a very interesting choice of words.  The average man would have asked if I turned it over to the police, but you ask if I call it.  Why is that Donovan?  Or are you more comfortable with Smith.
DONOVAN
He pulls the gun out from under his desk.  He raises it and then promptly puts it on the desk and raises his hands.
DEREK
DEREK is holding a large gun up and pointing it at DONOVAN.  The look of anger has returned.
DEREK WILSON
When I called it, do you know whose voice mail answered Caleb?
CALEB DONOVAN
No Derek, I don't.
DEREK WILSON
(cold)
Oh I think you do, my old friend.  It was yours Caleb.  Tell me this, why would a group of low life thugs have the phone number of one of the top executives at a weapons research facility?
(yelling)
Can you answer that one for me?!
DONOVAN's fear is prevalent.  
CALEB DONOVAN
Let's be reasonable about this Derek.
DEREK WILSON
Oh, I am being quite reasonable Caleb.  My reasoning is quite sound.  I believe it is yours that is flawed my old friend.
CALEB DONOVAN
You have to understand...
DEREK fumes and begins yelling. 
DEREK WILSON
No.  You understand.  If the next thing out of your mouth isn't the answer to my question...  
DEREK calms down.
DEREK WILSON (CONT'D)
I am going to kill you.
DEREK turns his head slightly and drops his gun down a little.
DEREK WILSON (CONT'D)
(to himself)
Shut up.
DONOVAN darts for his gun on the desk.  He reaches it and picks it up when...
DEREK raises his gun quickly and SHOOTS him in the shoulder.
The gun shot spins DONOVAN around in his desk chair screaming in pain.  DONOVAN'S gun goes flying to the ground.
DEREK storms over behind the desk and puts the gun to DONOVAN'S head stopping the spinning of the chair.
DEREK WILSON (CONT'D)
(angry)
That wasn't very smart, was it my old friend?  Now tell me what I want to know.
The thunder CLAPS loud outside and a man with a shotgun KICKS in the door to the office.
The SHOTGUN MAN FIRES one shot into DONOVAN'S chest splattering his chest with buckshot.
DONOVAN is launched out of the chair and falls behind his desk. 
DEREK is caught off guard.  He turns toward the unknown man...
The SHOTGUN MAN PUMPS another round into the chamber and FIRES catching DEREK in the chest before he can raise his own gun to return fire.
DEREK flies backward into the window, CRACKING it, and falls sideways down behind the desk.
The SHOTGUN MAN PUMPS another round into the chamber and slowly walks toward the desk.
As the man approaches the desk four pistol shots BLAST huge holes through the desk hitting the man in the gut twice and in the chest twice.
He stumbles back and falls on his back.
DEREK rises from behind the desk and UNVELCROS a bulletproof vest from under his shirt.  DEREK is wincing in pain.
DEREK WILSON (CONT'D)
(in pain)
GOD DAMN IT!! 
DEREK stumbles around the desk and over to the shotgun man laying on the floor.  Blood is bubbling from his mouth as he gasps for breath.  He FIRES one more shot into the man's head and falls down on his butt to the floor.
The sound of DONOVAN COUGHING up blood behind the desk makes DEREK turn his head.
DEREK crawls over to DONOVAN.
Blood is pouring from DONOVAN'S chest and mouth.  With every COUGH more blood comes pouring out.  He is barely alive.
DEREK WILSON (CONT'D)
Awww shit Caleb.
DEREK grabs DONOVAN by the collar and pulls his head up from the ground. 
DEREK WILSON (CONT'D)
Tell me what you know Caleb.  Please.  Tell me what you know my old friend... a name... anything.
DONOVAN uses his last bit of strength to raise his hand and point to the bottom drawer of his desk.
His hand falls limp at his side.  He convulses and dies.
DEREK leans his head down and touches his forehead to DONOVAN'S.
DEREK WILSON (CONT'D)
I'm sorry.
DEREK rifles through DONOVAN'S pockets and pulls out a set of keys.  He finds the key that will fit the lock to the drawer.
DEREK goes over to the drawer and opens it.  There is only one folder in the drawer.  He takes it and stumbles out of the room.
INT. CALEB DONOVAN'S HOUSE
DEREK stumbles out the front door gingerly.
INT. CALEB DONOVAN'S HOME OFFICE -- NIGHT
The office is populated with police officers.  Officers and crime scene investigators are scouring the room, dusting for prints, etc.
RILEY and MACRAME are standing over the dead shotgun man, perplexed.
RILEY moves to DONOVAN'S body and notices the open drawer.  He kneels down to find it empty and sees the pistol holster mounted under the desk.  He stands.
DAVID RILEY
(to MACRAME)
You starting to see a connection yet?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
I don't know Riley.  I can't avoid the idea anymore, but why are all the people we talk to ending up dead?
DAVID RILEY
Because someone is killing them.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Thanks Riley, that really clears things up.
DAVID RILEY
This is related to Derek's family.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
I think we are in the middle of something, but I am not convinced Mr. Wilson has anything to do with this.
DAVID RILEY
Think about it Mac.  Either all of Derek's co-workers are being subsequently murdered by a random string of robbery-homicides or they are all connected.  It makes to much sense to be coincidental.
MACRAME stands over the SHOTGUN MAN and points to his lifeless corpse. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Ok. Well what about this guy?
DAVID RILEY
Don't know.  He's got no ID but I can tell you he was not Mr. Donovan's biggest fan.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
How do you figure that?
DAVID RILEY
He surprised our shooter.  Probably, by the looks of the door, came busting in while Derek had his gun pulled on Donovan...
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Just say shooter please.
DAVID RILEY
Ok. He probably came busting in while our "shooter" had his gun out on Mr.  Donovan.  Got surprised there were two people in here, took out Donovan, and then gave our "shooter" one in the chest.  
RILEY points to the cracks in the window behind the desk.
DAVID RILEY (CONT'D)
He falls behind the desk and puts four into our shotgun man here.
RILEY leans over the desk and points to the bullet holes in the front. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Wait.  If our "shooter" took close range buckshot to the chest he wouldn't be walking out of here.
RILEY disappears behind the desk and stands up holding a used bulletproof vest.
DAVID RILEY
He would if he was wearing this.
(pauses)
And feel this Mac, this thing doesn't even weigh a pound.  I've never seen anything like it.
RILEY throws the light weight vest over to MACRAME.  She tests the weight by bouncing it up and down.
MACRAME tosses the vest down on the desk and throws her hands up in the air in frustration. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Ok. Say all of this makes any sense at all.  Why is there a man with a shotgun busting in the room looking for Donovan?
DAVID RILEY
No idea, but I bet it has something to do with whatever was in that drawer.
(to uniformed officer)
Any word on the family?
OFFICER
We can't seem to find them sir.  The wife isn't answering her cell...  We are trying to find alternate numbers now.
DAVID RILEY
Strange... Thanks.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Well I'm out of ideas.  What do we do now?
RILEY picks up a cell phone from the desk.  
DAVID RILEY
Maybe we can get something off of this.
RILEY looks through the received calls list and calls the last one.
An answering machine picks up.
V.O. ANSWERING MACHINE
You have reached room number 106 of Richard's Motel please leave your name and number after the beep.
RILEY sets the phone down.  He looks confused.
MACRAME is leaning over the body of DONOVAN trying to gather her thoughts. 
DAVID RILEY
(to MACRAME)
Do you know Richard's Motel Mac?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Yea.  It's a little dive off the interstate on the other side of town.  Why?
DAVID RILEY
Why would a man of Mr. Donovan's means be receiving a call from a Roach Motel off the interstate?...  
 
Derek!!
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What?!
RILEY begins to hurry out of the room. 
DAVID RILEY
Lets go!
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Wait a damn minute!  This is crazy.  Where the hell are you going now!?
RILEY stops by the door and turns toward MACRAME.  He is excited and smiling. 
DAVID RILEY
Think about it Mac.  Derek would never be able to go back home after his wife and kids were murdered.  He would go somewhere where no one could find him.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
How do you know?
DAVID RILEY
I know... because that's exactly what I did.
FADE OUT
INT. DEREK'S HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT
The room is very dark.  The shades are drawn and the only light comes from the lamp on the table by the window.
DEREK is sitting at the table, staring at the folder he took from the drawer at DONOVAN'S house.
He begins to struggle about whether or not to open it.  
The sounds of his children LAUGHING begin to fill the room.  Over the noise his wife's voice is that of an angel.
V.O. DEREK'S WIFE
I love you my darling.
DEREK'S face goes dark and he opens the folder.
The gloom on his face becomes one of shock over what he has found in the folder.  The folder is holding numerous sheets of paper that DEREK recognizes.  He begins to speedily file through all of the papers.
DEREK WILSON
What the fuck?  This doesn't make any sense. 
Stuck to the back of the folder, there is a post-it note with the words "Marquee Hotel, room 313, 10 pm" written in ink.
Two shadows walk past the window and DEREK quickly closes the folder.
CUT TO:
DOORKNOB
The doorknob slowly begins to turn.
RILEY and MACRAME burst in the room with guns drawn.
RILEY AND MACRAME
(yelling)
Police!!  Police!!
DEREK is nowhere to be found.
ANGLE ON MACRAME
MACRAME walks into the bathroom, gun ready.
ANGLE ON RILEY
DEREK unfolds himself from the curtains behind RILEY, quietly.
He steps up to RILEY'S back and puts a gun to the back of his head.
As MACRAME leaves the bathroom... 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Clear!  He isn't here...
ANGLE ON MACRAME
She realizes the situation in the main room.
She raises her gun.  Her hands are shaking.  DEREK remains calm and keeps his face hidden behind RILEY.
DEREK WILSON
Put the gun down Detective.  No one is going to be hurt.
She stands her ground.
DEREK WILSON (CONT'D)
No one will be hurt if you put your gun down.
She raises her gun above her head, surrendering.
DEREK raises a tranquilizer gun with his other hand and shoots her in the arm with a dart.
RILEY jumps.  MACRAME begins to aim her gun but realizes that her muscles are beginning to stop working.  She slumps down onto the bed.
DAVID RILEY
(nervous)
Damn it!!!  You said no one would be hurt!!
DEREK WILSON
She will be fine in about an hour.  I only need one of you to hear me out.
DAVID RILEY
I know what you're going through Derek...
DEREK WILSON
You don't know shit detective.
DAVID RILEY
No I do.  My wife and daughter were taken from me...
DEREK begins to grow angry.  He digs the gun into the back of RILEY's head and he shuts up.
DEREK 
DEREK WILSON
I am sorry for your loss detective, but I am not allowing you to speak so that we can swap stories.
(to himself, whispering)
I am almost there.
DAVID RILEY
What?
DEREK WILSON
Nothing.  Just listen.
RILEY 
DAVID RILEY
We can help you Derek.  People will understand what you have done.  They will take pity on you.
DEREK starts to yell. 
DEREK WILSON
I SAID LISTEN!!  STOP TALKING!!
DAVID RILEY
What did Donovan have to do with this Derek?
DEREK reaches for the folder on the table behind him and throws it down on to the bed in front of RILEY.
DAVID RILEY (CONT'D)
What is that?
DEREK WILSON
Open it... slowly.
RILEY reaches down slowly and flips the front cover of the folder open, exposing the papers that DEREK was looking at before.
DAVID RILEY
What is this?
DEREK WILSON
Those are transcripts of communication logs between the president of Syrius Weapons and an unknown.
DAVID RILEY
What does this have to do with the death of Caleb Donovan?
DEREK WILSON
FYI, I didn't kill him.  That fucker with the shotgun did.  But if he hadn't beatin' me to the punch, I would have pulled the trigger just the same.
DAVID RILEY
But why Derek?  He didn't kill your wife or your kids.
DEREK 
DEREK WILSON
See... there you go again detective.  You are just not getting it.  He is a link in the god damn chain of events!  He deserves to die just like the rest of them.
RILEY 
DAVID RILEY
Who is the rest of them, Derek?  What else are you going to do?
DEREK 
DEREK WILSON
Those transcripts were given to Caleb by me Mr. Riley.  I never could see what they said because they were on encrypted files.  I was just supposed to get them without anyone noticing and hand them over to Caleb when ever I caught one.  But, to answer your question, I don't know what I'm going to do?  This is not over.
DAVID RILEY
What does that mean Derek?  You can't bring them back by killing more people.
DEREK WILSON
(whispering in Riley's ear)
I know that detective.  But the taste of justice is much sweeter than mourning over the long dead.
RILEY spins and goes for his gun but is stopped in his tracks by a tranquilizer dart to the chest.
RILEY's legs fail and he falls, limp, onto the bed.
P.O.V. RILEY
The image of DEREK through RILEY'S eyes begins to blur.
DEREK is standing over RILEY putting his weapons away.
DEREK WILSON
(fading)
Find out who those transcripts were for... I will take care of the rest.
RILEY passes out.
FADE OUT
INT. THE DETECTIVE'S CAR -- NIGHT
MACRAME is driving.  RILEY is in the passenger seat just beginning to wake up.
DAVID RILEY
(groggy)
How long was I out?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
As far as I could tell we were both out about an hour.  What did Derek say?
DAVID RILEY
Nothing he just gave me... Oh shit, we have to go back.
RILEY begins to frantically dig through his pockets. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What?
After a second or two of digging.  RILEY pulls the pieces of paper from the folder out of his jacket. 
DAVID RILEY
Oh thank god.  Mac,  Take a look at this.
MACRAME takes the papers and begins to look through them while she is driving. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What is this?
DAVID RILEY
Derek said they were transcripts between the president of Syrius and some unknown.  It doesn't really say much.  It looks like they were talking in code. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
We have got to go to the Captain now.  Just like we should have done in the first place.
DAVID RILEY
If we bring the Captain in on this.  He is just going to put a task force together and start a man hunt, which is going to get Derek killed. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
If it is the only way to stop him than maybe that is what should happen. 
DAVID RILEY
Mac... listen.  I was right about Derek and I'm right about this too.  You have got to trust me.
ELIZABETH MACREME
Right about what Riley?!
DAVID RILEY
That someone else killed Derek's family Mac!! 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Maybe you were right before, David, but we are in over our heads.  Besides, it isn't our case anymore.
DAVID RILEY
What the hell does that mean?
ELIZABETH MACRAME
I got a call from the Captain.  The feds want to talk to us.  We are ordered to give them everything we have.
RILEY slams his hands on the dashboard in anger. 
DAVID RILEY
This is complete bullshit!
ELIZABETH MACREME
What?  Are you really surprised Riley?  Really?
RILEY pauses to think of a plan. 
DAVID RILEY
Ok. If you never trust me again Mac, trust me this one time...please.  I am beggin' you don't tell them anything.
EXT. POLICE STATION -- CONTINUOUS
The detectives arrive and park their car in front of the station.
INT. POLICE CAR -- CONTINUOUS
ELIZABETH MACREME
I am not sacrificing my fucking job for a fucked in the head murderer.
MACRAME and RILEY quickly exit the car.  RILEY is trying to chase her down. 
EXT. POLICE STATION -- CONTINUOUS
RILEY is chasing MACRAME up the stairs.  He catches up with her and grabs her by the arm.  She looks at him as if he was crazy and Riley lets go.
DAVID RILEY
Please Mac... you have got to give me more time.  Don't mention the transcripts or Derek...please.
MACRAME says nothing.  She just walks past him into the station.
INT. POLICE STATION -- CONTINUOUS
RILEY finally shuts up and follows MACRAME directly into the CAPTAIN'S office.
INT. CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
The office is small but big enough for a large desk and a couple of bookshelves.  There are pictures of the CAPTAIN's family and shots of him shaking hands with various important looking people.  
There are two men in suits standing by the CAPTAIN'S desk.
CAPTAIN ULRICH
(points to two men)
This is special agents Hobbes and special agent Lang from the FBI.  I need you to fill them in on the Wilson case.  They are taking it over.
RILEY and MACRAME sit down in the two chairs opposite the Captain's desk.
DAVID RILEY
We found out...
ELIZABETH MACREME
(interrupting)
We found out that we were right about the connection between the pool hall explosion and the Donovan murder.
RILEY puts his hand to his forehead in disbelief.
ELIZABETH MACREME (CONT'D)
There was none.
RILEY perks up with a smile on his face.  The two detectives look at each other, but no words pass between them, only understanding.
CAPTAIN ULRICH
What about you Riley?
DAVID RILEY
I feel the same way Cap.
AGENT HOBBES
So the two scenes are unrelated, huh?
ELIZABETH MACREME
Yea...unrelated.
CAPTAIN ULRICH
Hey!  My detectives are not liars agent Hobbes.  They would tell you they were connected if they were connected.  Wouldn't you detectives?
DAVID RILEY
Of course.
AGENT HOBBES
Do you mind if we speak to your two detectives alone Captain Ulrich?
CAPTAIN ULRICH
Sure, go right ahead.
There is a long pause.  The two agents are staring at the CAPTAIN.
CAPTAIN ULRICH (CONT'D)
Well your not using my fucking office.  I've got shit to do.  Go to the coffee room.
The detectives and the agents walk out of the room.
INT. POLICE COFFEE ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
The four walk into the coffee room.  The agents shut the door behind them.
Riley walks to the coffee machine and begins to pour a cup of coffee.
AGENT HOBBES
Tell us everything you know, now!
RILEY nonchalantly sips his coffee and shrugs his shoulders as if he has no idea what they are talking about.  
DAVID RILEY
Well, maybe we could spontaneously come up with something if you would be so kind as to tell US what is going on.
AGENT HOBBES
We are not allowed to divulge that information.
MACRAME sits down in one of the chairs. 
ELIZABETH MACREME
Well, I guess we don't know anything either.
AGENT LANG
Look, you two may think your hot shit, but you have no idea what you are in the middle of here.
ELIZABETH MACREME
Please... enlighten us.
The two agents look at each other.  LANG shakes his head no.
AGENT HOBBES
What I am about to tell you...
AGENT LANG
Don't do it.
AGENT HOBBES
It's the only way they are going to give us what we need without Donovan.
DAVID RILEY
So Donovan was working for you?
AGENT HOBBES
Yes.  What I'm about to tell you can never leave this room.  Is that understood?
RILEY and MACRAME nod their heads in agreement.
AGENT HOBBES (CONT'D)
We have been working this weapons company for the last eight months under the suspicion that they have been selling U.S. secrets to the Chinese.
RILEY sits down.
DAVID RILEY
The fucking Chinese?
AGENT LANG
We turned Donovan about three months ago.  He has been delivering information to us regarding their communications back and forth.  The only problem was that he could never get his hands on any of the transcripts of the communications.  Until about two weeks ago.
AGENT HOBBES
He said that he had a guy that could get into the system and bring him the transcripts before the head of the company could delete them.  It was some back door software they were using or something.  He said he had a guy by the name of Mr. D that could bring him the transcripts and he had it worked out so that this Mr. D wouldn't even know what he was doing.  He told him it was for a standard security check.
DAVID RILEY
D must be for Derek.
AGENT HOBBES
Who is Derek?
DAVID RILEY
He is the tech head from the company.  He MUST have been the guy that Donovan was getting his information from.
AGENT HOBBES
We need to speak with this Derek guy right away.
DAVID RILEY
I would be glad to bring him in here for you, but he is the guy that has been blowing up the local pool halls in the area.
ELIZABETH MACREME
Derek's family was murdered last night.  He's gone a little ballistic to say the least.
DAVID RILEY
We were beginning to think that Donovan was involved, but now he's dead and more involved than we were led to believe.  The other guy must have been hired by the company.
AGENT HOBBES
We know, that is why we are here.  We need this Derek character.  Without Donovan's transcripts we don't have a case.
DAVID RILEY
Well maybe I can help with that.
RILEY pulls the papers from his coat and throws them on the table.  The agents begin to rifle through the papers.
AGENT LANG
Holy shit!  This is it.  This is what Donovan was going to bring us tonight.
DAVID RILEY
Wait.  What about tonight?
AGENT LANG
We told Donovan to meet us at the Marquee Hotel, room 313, 10 p.m. We were going to take him into protective custody, but he never showed.  Then we heard about Donovan and we came here.
RILEY looks at his watch.  The time is 9:45.  RILEY stands up quickly from his chair.
DAVID RILEY
Fuck.  We are probably already to late.
The AGENTS stand, confused. 
AGENT HOBBES
What...what's going on?
DAVID RILEY
Derek said he was going to find out.
ELIZABETH MACRAME
What?
DAVID RILEY
He is probably already at your hotel room.  We have got to move.
AGENT LANG
What are you talking about?
DAVID RILEY
I saw a yellow note on the back of the folder.  All I could make out was "Marquee." It had to be the time of your meeting with Donovan.  Derek is probably already there.
LANG begins dialing his phone. 
AGENT HOBBES
Don't worry we have two more agents stationed in that room.
DAVID RILEY
You have no idea what this man is capable of.  We have got to get over there now!!
AGENT LANG
(staring at his phone)
They are not picking up the phone Hobbes.
DAVID RILEY
Let's go!
HOBBES hands the papers to LANG. He runs out of the room with RILEY and MACRAME. 
AGENT HOBBES
Lang, fax these to HQ and hurry!
INT. MARQUEE HOTEL -- NIGHT
The door to room 313 is already kicked in.  There are two agents lying on the bed with darts in their arms.
There is recording equipment and two laptop computers sitting on the table by the window.  One of the computers is switched on. 
RILEY, MACRAME, and HOBBES come into the room with guns drawn.  They clear the room and HOBBES begins checking the pulses of the two other agents.
HOBBES pulls one of the darts from one of the agents and examines it. 
AGENT HOBBES
(holding the dart)
These guys are fine.  Looks like some sort of...
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Tranquilizer.  We know.  They will be fine in an hour or so.
HOBBES stands and looks at the laptop computer that is open on the table by the window.  He sits down and begins to access the computer.
AGENT HOBBES
This one has been accessed.  I am the only one who knows the password.  How did he get in?!
DAVID RILEY
You are talking about a guy who deals with this kind of shit day in and day out.  I'm sure a little password on a basic laptop isn't going to deter him very much.
AGENT HOBBES
But what was he looking for?
DAVID RILEY
Do you have any idea who is behind this whole weapons thing?
AGENT HOBBES
Yea.  Elijah Brent.  He is the president of the company.
DAVID RILEY
That's Derek's next target.  Where is he tonight?
HOBBES looks on his computer to find out where BRENT is. 
AGENT HOBBES
He is hosting a party at his house to celebrate their new government contract.
DAVID RILEY
Jesus Christ.  The company is under governmental investigation and they are still getting defense contracts!?!  What the hell are you guys thinking?!?!
HOBBES stands up sharply and stares down RILEY. 
AGENT HOBBES
Look, this investigation was hush-hush!  The director doesn't even know about it!
DAVID RILEY
Yea, and your shitty investigating is probably what got Derek's family killed in the first place!
AGENT HOBBES
We had no fucking clue that that was going to happen!
DAVID RILEY
None of this happens if you would have just gotten a fucking warrant!
AGENT HOBBES
Fuck you.
DAVID RILEY
Your god damned lucky he isn't coming after your ass next!
ELIZABETH MACREME
Guys could we bring the testosterone level down a few notches.  We have a few more important problems than whose cock is bigger at the moment.  It looks like we have a party to crash.
AGENT HOBBES
No.  This is FBI territory.  You two are done.
MACRAME gets into the face of the agent. 
ELIZABETH MACREME
Like hell we are!  You don't know shit with out us and I'll be damned if we let you take it over now!
DAVID RILEY
Just call for back up and we will storm the party and arrest Derek and this Elijah Brent person.
AGENT HOBBES
We can't.  Nobody can know about this.  We weren't even supposed to be on this thing.  It's got to be just us.  I don't have any back up to give you.
DAVID RILEY
Wow.  You really fucked this thing up haven't you.
ELIZABETH MACREME
Don't fucking start again!  Let's get over there and see what we can find.
EXT. ELIJAH BRENT'S HOUSE -- NIGHT
There is a large Victorian style home with a huge front yard.  There is a gated circle drive that leads up to the house and it is populated by a lot of expensive cars. 
MUSIC is coming from the house and people in cocktail dresses and tuxedos are walking from their cars into the house.
Off to the side of the house DEREK can barely be seen climbing over the backyard fence.
EXT. ELIJAH BRENT'S HOUSE -BACKYARD -- CONTINUOUS
DEREK is creeping along the side of the house.  VOICES can be heard around the corner.
DEREK peeks around the corner to reveal a man in a suit lighting a cigarette and talking on his cell phone.  He is one of BRENT'S bodyguards.
DEREK walks around the side of the house toward the bodyguard as if there is nothing going on.  He is shrouded in shadow and the guard can't quite make him out.  The guard notices him and stops lighting his cigarette.
BODY GUARD 1
Hey!  The entrance to the party is around the front.
DEREK WILSON
Yea I know.  I'm the neighbor.  I was just...uh...trimming some hedges and I heard all the commotion.  Just thought I would come over and see what the deal was.
BODY GUARD 1
Well, this is a private party for Mr. Brent... 
(suspicious)
It's a little late to be trimming hedges isn't it?
DEREK comes out of the shadows and the porch light reveals his face.
BODY GUARD 1 (CONT'D)
(grabbing for his gun)
AH...SHIT!!
DEREK is prepared.  He removes a LONG SLENDER DEVICE that slides open at the top.  A red light emits from the opening along with an almost inaudibly low HUM.
The sound wave stuns the guard and his body goes rigged. 
The BODY GUARD stumbles back and collapses onto the ground.  DEREK grabs him by the arms and pulls him into the bushes.
CLOSE UP ON DEREK'S EYES
The porch light is reflecting in DEREK'S eyes like a blaze of fire as he enters the house.  Revenge covers his face.
DEREK opens the door slowly and enters the house.
INT. ELIJAH BRENT'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
The bedroom is huge with a massive bed covered in the finest of covers and sheets.  There is a beautiful vanity along the wall and a desk in the corner.  The shades are drawn and the lighting is rather dark.
There is a door to the large master bathroom in which BRENT is standing looking into a mirror and adjusting the bow tie on his tuxedo.
A maid sticks her head into the bedroom.
INT. ELIJAH BRENT'S BATHROOM -- CONTINUOUS
V.O. MAID
Sir?
ELIJAH BRENT
Yes?
V.O. MAID
I believe the guests are getting restless.
Attitude is dripping from this man's pours as he adores himself in the mirror. 
ELIJAH BRENT
I'll be there shortly Isabella.
(to himself)
Oh how they love me.
INT. ELIJAH BRENT'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
BRENT walks out of the bathroom and toward the door.  He reaches to open it.  A low HUM can be heard outside the door when...
The door SLAMS open and DEREK storms into the room with his gun pointed at BRENT'S head.  Isabella's feet can be seen out in the hall.
DEREK WILSON
(angry)
I decided to come back to work a little early Mr. Brent.
EXT. ELIJAH BRENT'S HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
A black car pulls up to the gate of the house carrying AGENT HOBBES, RILEY, and MACRAME.
RILEY is driving and flashes his badge at the guard.  The guard opens the gate and they drive in.
INT. ELIJAH BRENT'S HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
The three officers are standing in the middle of a grand foyer.  People are standing all around in fancy clothing gawking at the rugged look of the three new arrivals.
Riley grabs one of the servers who is holding a tray of filled wine glasses.
DAVID RILEY
Hey.  Where is Mr. Brent?  It's very urgent that we talk to him.
SERVING BOY
He has not made his entrance yet, sir.  He should be down in a few minutes.  Is there something I can help you with?
DAVID RILEY
Yes.
(yelling)
TELL ME WHERE HE IS NOW!!
The serving boy is shocked and simply sticks his nose back up into the air. 
SERVING BOY
He is in his sleeping quarters, up the stairs and to your right.  
DAVID RILEY
(to Macrame)
Mac.  Stay here and get these people out of here
(to Hobbes)
Let's go.
MACRAME spots a microphone and podium in the distance and makes her way through the crowd toward it.  RILEY and HOBBES run for the stairs, rudely pushing people out of the way.
INT. ELIJAH BRENT'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
BRENT is laying on the ground with his nose bleeding.  He is crying and pleading for his life in a most pathetic way.
DEREK is standing over him with his gun pointed at the back of his head.  Pure rage is in his eyes.
ELIJAH BRENT
(crying)
Please...please... Derek.  I had nothing to do with any of that.
DEREK WILSON
(angry)
Your a liar.  You planned the whole thing you little shit.
ELIJAH BRENT
Don't kill me please.
DEREK WILSON
Oh... I am going to kill you.
The door to the bedroom opens and RILEY and HOBBES enter the room.  Their guns are drawn and trained on DEREK.
DEREK never takes his gun off of BRENT, nor his eyes.
DAVID RILEY
Derek, don't do this.  Killing that man will not bring them back.
DEREK WILSON
No...no it won't, but it will feel so good.
ELIJAH BRENT
Please help me!  He's crazy!
DAVID RILEY
Shut up Brent.  I don't have any sympathy for you.
ELIJAH BRENT
What the hell is everyone talking about?!?!  I didn't do anything!!
DAVID RILEY
Derek if you pull that trigger this FBI agent and myself are going to shoot you.
DEREK WILSON
Not before I get my shot off first and this little shit goes straight to hell.
INT. ELIJAH BRENT'S HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
MACRAME is standing behind a microphone stand.  She turns it on and the FEEDBACK gets the crowd's attention.  She taps on the microphone to test if it is on.
ELIZABETH MACREME
(holding up her badge)
Hello... everyone.  I am Detective Macrame with the police department.  I need all of you to make your way back out the front door and back into your cars.
The crowd begins to CHATTER among themselves.
ELIZABETH MACREME (CONT'D)
This is not a joke.  We have a situation that will be resolved shortly, but for now you need...
The front doors open and CAPTAIN ULRICH and multiple police officers enter the room.  The officers surround the room quickly and they begin to search the crowd.
MACRAME steps down from the podium and heads toward the CAPTAIN.
CAPTAIN ULRICH
Mac.  Where is Riley?
ELIZABETH MACREME
Him and Hobbes are upstairs with Brent and... sir... Derek is here.  I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, but Derek is the one...
CAPTAIN ULRICH
You can fill me in later Elizabeth.  Riley is in trouble.
ELIZABETH MACREME
I know sir... I should have never...
CAPTAIN ULRICH
No.  I called a friend of mine with the FBI.  Agents Hobbes and Lang were kicked out of the FBI two years ago for being involved in a drug smuggling ring.
ELIZABETH MACREME
Wait...what?
CAPTAIN ULRICH
Hobbes is not an FBI agent.  They have been tailing him for the last six months.  He's a hired gun for a rogue faction of the Chinese government!
ELIZABETH MACREME
Oh... shit!  He is up there alone with Riley!
MACRAME runs for the stairs and knocks a few people in the crowd over.  The CAPTAIN and four other officers follow.
INT. ELIJAH BRENT'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
They have not moved an inch.  Police SIRENS are wailing outside.  The window is painted with red and blue lights.
DAVID RILEY
Derek, we have the transcripts.  We can put this bastard away for life.  You don't have to do this.
ELIJAH BRENT
Please...no... I've got kids.
DEREK WILSON
So did I.
Off screen a GUNSHOT goes off.  The room pauses.
DEREK turns to see RILEY slammed against the wall.  Blood is pouring from his stomach.  Riley collapses onto the floor.
DEREK turns his gun toward HOBBES, but HOBBES' gun is already pointed toward DEREK.  HOBBES FIRES hitting DEREK in the chest.  He falls back on to the floor by the bed.  His gun skitters away from his hand.
ELIJAH BRENT
What the hell?!?! 
HOBBES walks over to BRENT and FIRES one shot into the back of his head.
HOBBES walks over to RILEY who is laying on the floor in agony.
DAVID RILEY
(cringing)
You... son of a bitch.  
AGENT HOBBES
Don't you get it.  Donovan was working for us willingly, you asshole.  That fucker over there didn't have anything to do with it.
DAVID RILEY
Derek?
AGENT HOBBES
He was going to have to die anyway, we needed him to remove the communications from the logs on the main frame.  Donovan didn't know how to do it, so he asked him.  He caused us a lot of problems.  I had no idea he was going to be working late. When I got to his house all that was there were his two kids and hot little wifey.
RILEY tries to get up but cringes back from pain.  He looks to his gun. 
DAVID RILEY
I'm going to kill you.
HOBBES kicks RILEY'S gun away from his reach.
AGENT HOBBES
Nope.  I think I am going to have to kill you first.
HOBBES raises his gun toward the head of RILEY.  He is helpless to do anything about it.
Before he can fire, Derek tackles him into the vanity mirror.  HOBBES FIRES a stray shot into the floor by RILEY'S head and he drops his gun.  They both fall to the floor and DEREK is on top.
Blood is pouring from DEREK'S chest wound, but he isn't fazed in the slightest way.  It is pure adrenaline keeping DEREK alive.  
DEREK wraps his hands around HOBBES' throat and begins squeezing the life out of him.
HOBBES continuously punches the face of DEREK, but his grip never falters.  The shots hit him square every time, but he never wavers.
MACRAME runs into the room with her gun drawn.  She leans down to check on RILEY.
DAVID RILEY
I'm fine.
MACRAME stands and heads toward the fight on the floor.  RILEY grabs her ankle.
DAVID RILEY (CONT'D)
No.  Let him finish.
MACRAME kneels back down to put pressure on RILEY'S stomach.  He winces in pain.  They both just sit and stare as DEREK continues to choke the life out of his families murderer.
CLOSE UP OF DEREK'S FACE -- CONTINUOUS
DEREK's eyes are now glowing red with a fire that isn't a reflection off of anything.  It is true hatred for the man that he is choking and nothing else.
HOBBES slowly begins to die in DEREK'S hands.  The punches become less and less harsh.  The life bleeds from his eyes and he finally stops moving.  DEREK hangs on a little longer until he has no more anger to drive his strength.
DEREK rolls off of the lifeless corpse and leans against the wall.  A small smile spreads across his face.  The sounds of his CHILDREN play off in the background and his wife's voice chimes in.
V.O. DEREK'S WIFE
Come home my love.  Come home.
EXT. ELIJAH BRENT'S HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
RILEY is being carted into an ambulance and MACRAME is right at his side.
The paramedics stop by the door to the ambulance.  CAPTAIN ULRICH comes up.
CAPTAIN ULRICH
I think you have some explaining to do Riley?
DAVID RILEY
I think Mac can fill you in Captain.  I think she finally understands.
MACRAME looks into RILEY's eyes.  A tear streams down her cheek.
ELIZABETH MACREME
I do David.  For once, I think I do. 
CAPTAIN ULRICH†
What the hell is going on Mac?
MACRAME take the CAPTAIN by the shoulder and walks off. 
ELIZABETH MACRAME
Come on.  I'll fill you in. 
 
FADE OUT:
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