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- FADE IN:
- EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - NIGHT
- An empty stretch of highway.
- A lone police cruiser sits in front of a convenience store,
- the lights flash.
- OFFICER DAVID PARKS, (25) steps out of his cruiser then
- presses the mic to his radio.
- PARKS
- (into radio)
- 1532, dispatch we're 97, code two.
- 'DISPATCH
- 10-4, 1532.
- OFFICER LANCE HAWKINS, (21) is next to him.
- Parks turns to Hawkins and points at him.
- PARKS
- Watch. Let me do the talking.
- Anything looks weird, call it.
- HAWKINS
- 10-4 sir.
- INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - NIGHT
- The two walk in and immediately see two people. The older
- one, JOHN STEVENS, (late-40s) wears a confederate flag hat
- with a jacket and jeans.
- JOHN
- Look pal, see-
- He pulls out a Triple-A card.
- JOHN (CONT’D)
- I just gotta get me a tow truck so
- I can bring my truck to the shop.
- Please, I gotta just borrow your
- phone.
- The STOREKEEPER, (late-50s) points toward the door.
- STOREKEEPER
- No, you leave!
- The younger one, JACK STEVENS, (early-20s) wears a jacket and
- jeans and has long hair.
- JACK
- Dad, let's just go outside, we'll-
- The two officers watch this for a moment. The door closes
- behind them and a "DING" can be heard.
- Hawkins points at the door.
- HAWKINS
- That sensor's a little late.
- He chuckles and grins.
- Parks glares at him, then looks at the two.
- The storekeeper looks at Hawkins and points.
- STOREKEEPER
- These men, right here sir! I do not
- allow racists in my store!
- JOHN
- Look pal, we were just looking to
- borrow a phone. No trouble here.
- John's hands are in his pockets.
- PARKS
- Step back from the counter sir,
- keep your hands out your pockets.
- Parks looks over at John and motions toward him.
- John takes his hand out of his pockets then cocks his head in
- confusion at Parks.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- John, was it?
- JOHN
- Yeah.
- PARKS
- How about you and your son step
- outside and talk with me? Hawkins,
- check the security footage.
- Hawkins nods.
- EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - NIGHT
- John takes a sigh.
- PARKS
- You alright?
- John massages his eyes.
- JOHN
- Just needed to borrow a phone man,
- the battery in my truck died. He
- just went on spouting about how I
- was racist. Christ, people these
- days gettin' butthurt over lil'
- symbols like these.
- He takes off his hat.
- JOHN (CONT’D)
- Long night. We were trying to make
- it to New Mexico when the truck
- broke down.
- PARKS
- I see. Sorry to even ask, but you
- guys got weapons on you?
- John motions over to the shotgun mounted on the truck.
- JOHN
- And then mine and my son's carry
- pieces.
- PARKS
- Alright, thanks. Let's just get you
- guys outta here as soon as we can.
- Hawkins steps back out.
- HAWKINS
- Yeah, he apparently called the cops
- and freaked out seeing the hat.
- With a sigh, he massages his eyes, then thumbs his radio.
- PARKS
- (into radio)
- 1532, dispatch.
- DISPATCH
- (from radio)
- Go ahead 1532.
- PARKS
- (into radio)
- Requesting a tow truck at the
- Chevron on Dillon and third. We're
- gonna be code four here.
- He glances at Hawkins and motions for him to follow him.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Alright sir, we're gonna be across
- the street doing traffic if you
- need us, just wait out here for the
- truck. Anything happens, just give
- us a holler or call.
- JACK
- Thanks, officer.
- Parks and Hawkins get back into their cruiser.
- INT. POLICE CRUISER - NIGHT
- The two wait across the street from the gas station and clock
- traffic.
- HAWKINS
- So, how'd I do?
- Parks jots something down on a paper and stares at the
- passing vehicles.
- PARKS
- That's a three.
- HAWKINS
- Come on, just a three?
- PARKS
- You should've handled that faster.
- HAWKINS
- Why didn't you?
- PARKS
- Wanted to see what you'd do.
- HAWKINS
- Right. Well it's not another two
- which is good.
- Hawkins clocks traffic with a radar gun.
- HAWKINS (CONT’D)
- You were military though? A few of
- the guys at the station said you
- were in Afghanistan a few years.
- David glances over at the radar gun.
- He takes a deep breath.
- PARKS
- Yeah, still kind of am.
- HAWKINS
- That's really cool! You know I was
- gonna join, but then they wouldn't
- take me because-
- Parks takes a sigh, then massages his eyes.
- PARKS
- Fuck, kid- You gave 'em a reason
- not to.
- Parks takes out his phone, checks it, then puts it back in
- his pocket.
- HAWKINS
- (voice trails off)
- ...Of a surgery when I was nine.
- David continues to watch cars pass.
- He massages his eyes as Hawkins continues to take radar.
- HAWKINS (CONT’D)
- Pretty quiet today, huh?
- Parks slowly moves his head and glares at Hawkins.
- PARKS
- I'm gonna make you eat those
- fucking words.
- A car screams past the two-
- HAWKINS
- Holy shit! Did you see that?!
- Parks picks up the car's radio.
- PARKS
- You called it, not me. Light 'em
- up.
- Hawkins floors the accelerator and speeds up behind the other
- car.
- Hawkins turns on the siren and Parks grabs the radio.
- The siren blares as the car begins to pull over.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- 1532, dispatch, be advised
- performing TC on reckless driver-
- Interstate 10, past Marker 13.
- DISPATCH
- (over radio)
- 10-4.
- Hawkins and Parks prepare to exit the car.
- HAWKINS
- Cover.
- PARKS
- Contact.
- EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY - NIGHT
- The two get out and approach.
- Hawkins crosses toward the passenger's side.
- Parks crosses toward the driver's.
- Both place their fingertips on the tail lights of the car.
- The passenger's side door opens before they can even reach
- the car.
- Two gunshots ring out by the time Hawkins gets his as the man
- in front of him drops dead.
- Parks draws his weapon and makes his way back.
- PARKS
- Hawkins, behind the cruiser!
- Parks fires into the driver's side door and is met with
- multiple muzzle flashes.
- Hawkins turns his back and hides behind the passenger side
- door of the cruiser, gun out, muzzle up.
- Parks continues to fire and with his free hand keys his
- radio.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- (into radio)
- 1532, DISPATCH! SHOTS FIRED AT OUR
- LOCATION! ROLL BODYCAM!
- The rounds fly past Hawkins as he sits there and shakes, his
- gun still out.
- Parks looks over. His eyes widen.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- GRAB THE RIFLE NOW, HAWKINS!
- Hawkins shakes as he reaches into the car and pulls out the
- patrol rifle.
- Hawkins now crouches next against the door of the cruiser. He
- fires at the muzzle flashes in the car.
- DISPATCH
- (from radio)
- 10-4, 1532, any available units
- 1532 is requesting assistance on
- Highway 10 past marker 13.
- Parks watches a figure run out and fires two rounds before
- his handgun goes dry.
- PARKS
- Hawkins, cover fire!
- Hawkins continues to fire at the car in front of him.
- Parks takes a knee behind the door of his cruiser and reloads
- his handgun.
- A concussion grenade from the other car lands on the
- cruiser's windshield, in between both of their firing
- positions behind the squad car doors.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Hawkins get back!
- Parks tries to reach for it, then-
- Silence.
- Parks is in a daze, but opens his eyes.
- Hawkins's rifle sits on the ground. With his eyes open, he
- fumbles to reach for it.
- A silhouette pops up.
- Parks sees it, then looks back at Hawkins.
- Hawkins drops to the ground next to the cruiser, a spatter of
- blood exiting the other side of his skull.
- Parks reaches into the car and takes his Mossberg 590A1 out.
- Rounds fly through the windshield. Parks ducks under the
- dashboard as he fumbles with his 12 gauge.
- Parks thumbs his radio again.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- (into radio)
- OFFICER DOWN, WE HAVE AN OFFICER
- DOWN! SUSPECT JUST THREW A FUCKING
- GRENADE!
- IND VOICE 1 (O.S.)
- FUCK YOU WEY!
- The fire continues as Parks watches one charge him with a
- knife.
- Parks fires a round into his chest and just watches him come
- at him.
- He places his hand on the forend of the shotgun as the man
- starts to swing his knife at him.
- Parks kicks him back, chambers a round, and fires as the
- man's intestines hang out.
- PARKS
- What the fuck?!
- IND VOICE 1 (O.S.)
- You just fucked homie.
- He trains his weapon once more and tries to chamber the next
- round.
- Click.
- The man stabs Parks in the shoulder.
- IND VOICE 1 (CONT’D)
- FUCK...!
- Parks cries out in pain as the man pulls the knife out and
- takes another swing.
- Parks shoves him with his shotgun and backs up and in a
- frantic rush tries to pull another shell of of his sling,
- only to drop it.
- Parks only falls as another bullet flies out the back of his
- shoulder.
- His shoulder bleeds. Another bullet flies out the back of the
- same shoulder.
- Parks falls down, stiff.
- IND VOICE 1 (CONT’D)
- Oh shit!
- The man looks up. Gunshots ring out as the rounds land in the
- back of their car.
- IND VOICE 2
- Let's go, let's go man!
- Parks looks looks over his side.
- John is with his son and holds a shotgun. His son grabs
- Parks's shotgun, loads it and fires into the back of the
- assailants' car.
- Parks holds his shoulder as he feels himself fade in and out
- of consciousness. He grabs the tourniquet off his belt and
- tries to wrap the wounds on Parks's shoulders.
- John has a still look of fear in his eyes as he applies the
- tourniquet.
- JOHN
- Shit, shit shit!
- PARKS
- (fading)
- ...I'm gonna die...
- John reaches into Parks's pocket and pulls out his phone.
- JOHN
- Hey, Parks stay with me now man!
- Don't you go dying on me! You're
- gonna be fine!
- The police lights begin to show themselves on John's face.
- JOHN (CONT’D)
- They're just right here, they're
- right here officer! HEY!
- The lights flash across his face as John waves first
- responders over.
- Parks blacks out.
- INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - NIGHT
- Parks is wakes up as he's taken into the emergency room.
- IND NURSE 1
- Subject is David Parks, 28-years
- old, male, blood pressure...
- Parks blacks out again..
- INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
- Parks sits on a hospital bed and clutches his arm. His face
- carries a pained expression.
- ELENA SAINTCLAIRE, (26) places her hand on Parks's shoulder.
- PARKS
- I need to find Lance.
- ELENA
- Dave, I know this is a lot to take
- in-
- Parks chuckles.
- PARKS
- You're a lot to take in.
- The room goes silent.
- JACK NELSON (mid-40s) holds a briefcase and walks through the
- door.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- You know, sweetheart. I'm not
- really in the mood for pranks, you
- get that right?
- Nelson reaches for the TV remote next to Parks and turns it
- on.
- JONATHAN STANTON, (mid-50s) approaches a podium.
- LIEUTENANT STANTON
- Thank you all for coming out this
- morning. I am Lieutenant Jonathan
- Stanton with the Phoenix Police
- Department.
- IND REPORTER 1 (O.S.)
- Is this an act of terrorism?
- IND REPORTER 2 (O.S.)
- Were these two officers
- specifically targeted?
- IND REPORTER 3 (O.S.)
- Do we have any idea at this
- time who did this?
- LIEUTENANT STANTON
- (on TV)
- At this time I will not be taking
- questions.
- The reporters hush.
- Stanton takes out a paper and glances down at it with an
- anxious sigh.
- LIEUTENANT STANTON (CONT’D)
- It is with a heavy heart that I
- announce that we lost one of our
- own tonight. Officer Lance Hawkins
- was pronounced dead on scene... His
- field training officer, Officer
- Parks had been struck by four
- rounds, two hitting his vest.
- Parks buries his head in his hands. Tears run down his eyes.
- LIEUTENANT STANTON (CONT’D)
- (on tv)
- ...It is thanks to two armed
- bystanders that Officer Parks can
- live to fight another day-
- PARKS
- He- He's joking. That's bullshit.
- He's gotta be joking, this is a
- sick god damn joke and everyone's
- laughing at me!
- A moment of silence between all three.
- NELSON
- Officer Parks, I'm sorry to tell
- you.
- Elena has a look of concern as she places her hand on Parks's
- back.
- PARKS
- Did he... Feel any of it?
- Nelson shakes his head.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- What about his wife? Who- Who's
- gonna take care of her? His kid...
- They don't have that anymore...
- NELSON
- His daughter will receive a
- pension, however it will be up to
- you whether you'd like to speak to
- his wife.
- He wipes off another tear and tries to mouth something,
- thKimen stops and takes a deep breath.
- PARKS
- He's dead because of me, I
- should've been the contact-
- He knocks over the table next to him and begins to sob.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- FUCK!
- NELSON
- There's nothing you could've done
- about it, the reason you're alive
- is because two people happened to
- see what was going on and stopped
- it.
- Parks reaches for the trash can next to him and vomits into
- it.
- PARKS
- God damn it. I could've done more.
- I could've done more. I should've
- done more.
- He stops for a moment as a group of shadows form behind the
- covered observation room.
- The door opens as SERGEANT STEELE, (mid-30s) comes in. He
- wears an "Internal Affairs" badge.
- Parks spits into the trash can.
- STEELE
- Run me through it, Parks. Piece by
- piece.
- Steele throws a file folder at his feet.
- Parks stands up.
- PARKS
- Fu-
- Nelson stands up and almost blocks Steele. He looks back at
- Parks.
- NELSON
- Not a word. Get it together.
- He glares at Steele.
- NELSON (CONT’D)
- NELSON (CONT’D)
- Sergeant, you make another move
- like that again, I will make your
- life hell.
- Parks nods.
- PARKS
- I want to go home.
- He reaches for the change of clothes with his badge and gun
- still on them.
- FADE OUT.
- INT. WAITING ROOM - DAY
- JAMES O'REILLY, (28) argues with two police officers.
- JAMES
- He knows me. Look, I served with
- him. Can I have a reason for being
- kicked out?
- IND POLICE OFFICER 1
- Security reasons, never said
- anything about you.
- JAMES
- Look, ask him yoursel-
- Parks bursts out the door, a cast in his left arm.
- Next to him is Elena.
- ELENA
- David, you've just been shot, let's
- just go home first...
- Parks just looks at the scene in front of him.
- PARKS
- James?
- Both of the officers take a step back and look at James.
- JAMES
- Dave?
- PARKS
- Should've probably told them you
- were coming. Sorry 'bout that.
- Dave just looks at the officers and waves them off. They nod.
- JAMES
- Grab a drink then? Do some catching
- up?
- Dave nods.
- PARKS
- Haven't seen you since...
- JAMES
- ...Convoy.
- PARKS
- Time flies, fuck.
- James's eyes widen as he takes a sigh.
- JAMES
- Yeah, it does. You okay man?
- Parks takes a sigh and looks at James. He opens his mouth to
- something, but nothing manages to come out.
- His phone vibrates.
- A text appears. The contact reads, "Interested Party".
- A photo of him with James and Elena coming through the doors
- with James talking to the police.
- INTERESTED PARTY (TEXT)
- Officer Parks, we have a
- proposition for you. Please meet us
- on the third floor of the parking
- garage. Come alone.
- Parks glances at Elena.
- PARKS
- Hey sweetheart, this is James. You
- guys get to know each other, I'm
- gonna go for a walk-
- ELENA
- Didn't you say you wanted to go
- home?
- PARKS
- Lemme get some air first.
- James cocks an eyebrow at this.
- Parks walks off to
- INT. ELEVATOR - DAY
- Parks checks takes his Glock 19 out of his right hand inner
- waistband holster and does a one handed press check using his
- belt to check for a round.
- A round is chambered.
- He takes a deep breath as he looks at the floors.
- "1"
- "2"
- He takes a breath.
- "3"
- The doors open as Parks inches out, gun in his hand.
- EXT. GARAGE - DAY
- He checks the outside.
- Nothing.
- The ramp going to the third floor materializes as he peers
- over.
- He makes his way over. A group of black suburbans are parked
- there.
- In the middle of it, a group of men in suits.
- The one in the middle JASON WHITE, (43) rolls his eyes.
- WHITE
- Come on now Officer, there were
- other ways we could've dealt with
- you. At least listen to us before
- you start shooting.
- Those around him reach for their weapons.
- WHITE (CONT’D)
- Gentlemen, he has one arm and
- there's six of you. It wouldn't be
- a fair fight now would it?
- Parks lowers his weapon.
- PARKS
- What? The fuck you want? You feds?
- He's clearly nervous.
- WHITE
- Officer- Or do you want it to be
- Detective, Parks?
- PARKS
- Cut the shit.
- He looks behind him at another individual in a suit. He
- beckons over ANTHONY, (mid-20s)
- WHITE
- Anthony, get my case please.
- ANTHONY
- Yes sir.
- Anthony walks to the back of a suburban and comes back. He
- carries a briefcase.
- WHITE
- Price of admission is ignorance.
- That man was on bath salts and some
- modified form of PCP.
- White opens the briefcase.
- WHITE (CONT’D)
- He's being healed up in a known
- Sinaloa Cartel safehouse. Do we
- have a deal?
- Parks just slowly nods.
- He closes the briefcase and passes it to Parks.
- PARKS
- Deal.
- White's side packs up and leaves Parks alone with a metallic
- briefcase.
- Parks stands there, briefcase in hand.
- FADE TO BLACK.
- EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY
- Parks walks back with a briefcase.
- James cocks an eyebrow.
- JAMES
- The fuck is that?
- Parks shrugs.
- JAMES (CONT’D)
- The feds give you that?
- Parks shrugs.
- PARKS
- It's information for a case. That's
- all I know.
- JAMES
- If it's on me, I don't have any god
- damn dogs.
- Parks rolls his eyes.
- PARKS
- If it was on you, I'd have thrown
- you in cuffs.
- JAMES
- Not if there was already an IED
- planted on your car.
- PARKS
- James...
- James smiles, though it looks nervous.
- JAMES
- I'm just joking. I swear.
- Parks nods.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Right... Follow us, we're headed
- home. I got a small cabinet there.
- INT. PARKS'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON
- The briefcase sits on Parks's wooden kitchen table.
- James pokes the case with a screwdriver.
- Elena crouches behind a couch.
- ELENA
- Why did you want me back here
- again? And why didn't you call the
- bomb squad?
- PARKS
- So if it goes off, there's not
- pieces of me inside of you. Plus,
- they're not gonna come out here
- because someone gave me a
- briefcase.
- ELENA
- But I already get pieces of you
- inside me.
- PARKS
- Fuck, walked int-
- James slams his hand against the top of the case.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US ALL?!
- JAMES
- Well we know it's not pressure
- activated if it is a bomb.
- PARKS
- YOU FUCKING IDIOT!
- ELENA
- You just gave me a fucking
- heart attack!
- James just shrugs.
- Parks and Elena takes a deep breath.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- You were EOD right?
- JAMES
- I was half the reason EOD came to
- talk to us back then, yeah.
- Parks unlatches the case and takes out a flashlight.
- PARKS
- How'd they set these things up?
- JAMES
- Damn things were rigged for a few
- inches, you pulled up and boom.
- Just look under it for wires.
- Parks glances under it, opening the case just a crack. He
- shines the light around inside of it.
- JAMES (CONT’D)
- Anything?
- PARKS
- Negative, any clear string would've
- made a shadow too. Fuck it, I'm
- going for it.
- He opens the case all the way. The files are stacked neatly.
- Elena emerges from behind Parks's couch.
- ELENA
- What is it? Anything solid on
- Lance?
- Parks takes the case, turns it upside down, and dumps its
- contents on the table.
- He starts to spread its contents, across the table.
- PARKS
- Help me out with this you two.
- Elena makes her way over and the three start placing folders
- right side up.
- David opens a file, on its cover reads, "DEPARTMENT OF
- HOMELAND SECURITY".
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Holy fuck.
- He flips through it. A few clusters of mugshots here and
- there, a few assorted file-
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- I found him. The fucker who stabbed
- me.
- He pulls a file out.
- The top of the dossier reads "Enrique Torrez".
- Gang Affiliation: "The Sentinel Cartel".
- Parks's expression changes to that of anger.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- I have to make some phone calls.
- EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
- Four police cruisers and a SWAT van pull up to a warehouse.
- The streetlights illuminate the grungy graffiti covered area.
- Gang logos cover some houses, a few dumpsters are knocked
- over, some of the trash flying around.
- Outside, the small amount passerbys, whisper to each other as
- the cruisers pull up with the team.
- Two cruisers peel off and start cordoning off the area from
- the front of the warehouse.
- A perimeter is set up, the area is cleared of any passerbys.
- INT. POLICE CRUISER - NIGHT
- Parks sits there and watches all of this.
- Stanton drives.
- LIEUTENANT STANTON
- Four days. Someone tipped us off
- too when you put the pieces
- together.
- Parks just looks out the window. He's got a leather jacket
- on.
- Stanton looks over at Parks.
- LIEUTENANT STANTON (CONT’D)
- Should feel good though if you are
- right. Even if you're not it's a
- dent in the fuck up that was the
- ATF's schtick.
- Parks continues to watch as police MRAP stops.
- PARKS
- Won't do anything for Lance.
- LIEUTENANT STANTON
- We're gonna get these guys, kid.
- He steps out of the cruiser.
- Parks opens the door and watches as SWAT stacks on the door.
- EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
- One of the cruisers pulls behind the building, two others set
- up a perimeter and block the street.
- From inside the cruiser, Parks turns the police radio up.
- Stanton lights up a cigarette.
- The radio comes to life.
- IND SWAT OFFICER 1 (O.S.)
- Team one, team two, prepare to
- breach.
- IND SWAT OFFICER 2 (O.S.)
- Team one, ready.
- IND SWAT OFFICER 1 (O.S.)
- Team two, ready. On my mark.
- Parks watches this.
- IND SWAT OFFICER 1 (O.S.) (CONT’D)
- Mark.
- The SWAT team busts the door down. An officer throws in a
- flashbang.
- Parks places his hand on his holster. More gunfire rings out
- from the inside of the warehouse.
- PARKS
- That doesn't sound good.
- IND SWAT OFFICER 2 (O.S.)
- Team two, one suspect down.
- IND OFFICER 2 (O.S.)
- Team two has an officer down!
- Fucker used a table leg!
- The radio goes silent for a moment.
- IND SWAT OFFICER 2
- Stay the fuck down!
- Stanton takes a sigh, throws his cigarette on the ground, and
- gets on his radio.
- STANTON
- 1015, requesting additional units
- and a bus to the warehouse on 19th
- and McDowell, code three, one
- officer down.
- DISPATCHER (O.S.)
- 10-4, 1015. Any available units,
- 1015 requesting assistance at 19th
- and McDowell, multiple officers
- down.
- The sound of sirens in the distance.
- More gunfire breaks out.
- IND SWAT OFFICER 2
- Multiple assailants with ARs,
- requesting additional! Fuck!
- IND SWAT OFFICER 1
- Hey we got a suspect-
- ENRIQUE TORRES, (30) jumps out of a window, rolls, and runs
- toward Stanton and Parks. He's covered in gang tattoos.
- Torres just keeps moving, his arms are covered in tempered
- glass.
- He charges forward toward Stanton.
- PARKS
- Holy fuck.
- Stanton draws his tazer and fires into Torres.
- The barbs connect and Torres is unfazed as he charges forward
- and pushes Stanton aside.
- Parks tries to draw down, only get pushed aside by a
- sprinting Torres.
- STANTON
- Parks!
- Parks keeps his weapon pointed downward as he runs after
- Torres. He struggles to keep up.
- Torres glances back, sees Parks, and makes a turn.
- Parks runs forward and tries to turn the corner.
- Two bullets pass his face.
- PARKS
- Fucker!
- Parks peers out of cover and takes two shots into Torres's
- back.
- He just keeps running.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- WHAT THE FUCK?!
- Parks continues to run forward, chasing him into an
- intersection.
- Torres stops to assess the area and glances back seeing
- Parks.
- Before anything else, a hatchback runs over Torres, knocking
- him to the ground.
- Parks sees this and clutches his arm. He keeps his gun out
- and sprints to the scene.
- James gets out of the car.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- What the fuck...
- Torres isn't getting back up, but he's still breathing. James
- is pointing wildly at Torres.
- TORRES
- Fuck...
- JAMES
- He knows where they are!
- Parks holsters his weapon and takes out his hand cuffs. He
- presses his knee against his ass.
- PARKS
- Grab his other arm.
- James helps him out and he manages to get them on him.
- TORRES
- You...
- JAMES
- WHERE ARE THEY?!
- He flips Torres on his back.
- PARKS
- You fucking recognize me?
- TORRES
- Yeah, you should be dead.
- JAMES
- You'll be fucking dead if you don't
- tell me where they keep the cat
- girls!
- Parks watches a cruiser a few blocks away close in.
- PARKS
- Back off, James!
- Parks glares at him.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- I want answers. Where's your
- partner?
- He takes out his badge and keeps it in the direction of the
- approaching cruiser.
- TORRES
- Fuck you cabron, I don't need to
- tell you shit. Besides, my ride's
- on its way here.
- A cruiser pulls up with two officers. They get out of their
- cruiser. One runs over to James.
- IND OFFICER 3
- Sir, step back.
- James goes to his car and watches this.
- JAMES
- He knows where the cat girls are,
- don't let him get away with that
- knowledge!
- IND OFFICER 1
- We won't sir, just stand back.
- A small army of cruisers shows up behind them.
- TORRES
- Don't leave me down here, I can
- fucking stand, if I didn't have
- these cuffs I could probably beat
- the shit out of you, wey!
- Parks just watches this.
- PARKS
- You never answered my question.
- TORRES
- My answer is, "Fuck you."
- Parks rolls his eyes.
- His hands shake in anger.
- Another cruiser rolls up with Stanton in it.
- STANTON
- You good, Parks?
- He gives an "okay" hand symbol.
- STANTON (CONT’D)
- The hell happened?
- Parks points at James.
- JAMES
- Army buddy happened to be driving
- through- Retard ran into traffic,
- got hit.
- Stanton nods.
- STANTON
- Better hope he doesn't sue.
- James just stands there with the officer.
- Stanton thumbs his radio.
- STANTON (CONT’D)
- (into radio)
- Dispatch, requesting an additional
- ambulance to 23rd and McDowell.
- Parks watches as three suburbans with lights and sirens start
- advancing on their location.
- PARKS
- Who the hell are these guys?
- Stanton steps in front of Parks and watches all of this.
- The three suburbans stop and surround the officers.
- One man in particular, SMITH, (late-30s) steps out holding
- out a badge.
- Their uniforms read, "DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY".
- STANTON
- Who might you folks be? You weren't
- on our channels.
- SMITH
- Just call me Smith. This individual
- is of importance to national
- security, you see.
- Stanton adjusts his glasses.
- STANTON
- He shot one of my men.
- SMITH
- I'm sorry to hear that-
- STANTON
- I'm sorry ain't exactly going to
- cut it.
- Smith glances at Parks.
- SMITH
- How's the arm doing? My associate
- White was asking earlier.
- Two of the agents walk over to where Torres is detained.
- Stanton takes out his phone. Smith just patiently waits for
- him.
- STANTON
- (into phone)
- Colin? Yeah, waiting out here with
- one of your guys- Agent Smith?
- Stanton eyes's widen.
- He motions toward the officer to move away from Torres.
- SMITH
- Thank you for your cooperation,
- Lieutenant. We'll take it from
- here.
- Two agents pick up Torres. He spits in the direction of Parks
- and glares at Stanton.
- PARKS
- I'LL FUCK YOU UP!
- Stanton grabs Parks.
- STANTON
- Don't do this, not here.
- Smith looks back at him.
- SMITH
- These feelings are normal, officer.
- Anger is a normal emotion in the
- grieving process.
- Parks watches as the agents get into their vehicles and drive
- off.
- A few tears roll down his eyes.
- PARKS
- I was so close, I was this close
- and the feds fucked it up, like
- they do everything fucking else!
- Fuck!
- Parks kicks a can next to him in anger.
- STANTON
- PARKS!
- He pulls Parks aside.
- STANTON (CONT’D)
- Look, I get it. This ain't easy by
- any stretch, but you gotta keep
- your shit together. At least until
- that arm of yours heals. I'm
- recommending for a promotion.
- Parks puts his head down.
- STANTON (CONT’D)
- Just keep it together until you get
- put on desk duty for that.
- A tear rolls down his eye.
- James sees this and looks down.
- Another car pulls up.
- Someone jumps out of the driver's seat.
- NELSON
- WHAT THE FUCK, PARKS?!
- PARKS
- My arm's feeling better!
- His eyes widened.
- NELSON
- Are you looking for IA to fire you?
- Hell, worse they get you for faking
- your injuries.
- PARKS
- But-
- Nelson massages his eyes.
- NELSON
- Please get better Parks. Go home.
- PARKS
- Fine.
- INT. CAR - NIGHT
- PARKS
- James.
- James watches the road in silence.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Parks looks at the police scanner in the backseat of his car.
- JAMES
- I need to know, Dave.
- PARKS
- About shit that exists in Japanese
- cartoons? If it's fucking real?
- JAMES
- You don't get it, but these guys,
- they're fucking connected!
- Parks glares at James.
- PARKS
- You stupid fuck! My partner's dead
- and you're looking for fantasy
- characters?! Tell me when you find
- elves with thick fookin' oirish
- accents, boyo.
- JAMES
- I have some proof that they're
- real, Dave! You just have to
- believe-
- PARKS
- (mockingly)
- Believe me Dave, they're real!
- Parks rolls his eyes.
- James slicks his hair back.
- JAMES
- It sounds fucking nuts, okay? Just
- stick with it. I'll tell you if I'm
- wrong.
- PARKS
- IT DOES.
- Parks pats his shoulder and his face grows to that of
- discomfort.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Shit. Hey James...
- He starts to feel light headed.
- His vision goes in and out.
- JAMES
- Dave?!
- Parks's eyes widen as a massive pain enters his shoulder.
- PARKS
- TAKE THE FUCKING CAST OFF ME!
- JAMES
- Oh shit.
- James pulls over and turns on his hazard lights. He takes off
- his seatbelt and takes out his knife.
- Parks begins to scream in agony as he tries to take his cast
- off with one hand.
- James is hesitant as he stares at Parks, completely unsure of
- what to do.
- JAMES (CONT’D)
- I don't need you bleeding to death
- in my-
- PARKS
- GET IT OFF!
- JAMES
- Shit! You coked up-
- He cuts Parks's cast.
- PARKS
- DAMN IT!
- James freezes up out of sheer confusion.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- KEEP GOING!
- Parks starts to try and get the cast off of himself by prying
- at it with his hand.
- James takes his knife and starts to cut his cast out.
- Parks takes his jacket off. The cast comes free. Parks's
- takes off his shirt.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- So fucking hot in here, jesus
- christ.
- Bandages are wrapped around where he was shot.
- JAMES
- You think I should call Doc?
- Parks shakes his head and starts to take the bandages off of
- his shoulder, finding it...
- ...As if it were unscathed by the round that had struck him.
- All that's left is a scar.
- Parks takes a deep breath.
- PARKS
- What the fuck was that man?
- James just shrugs, his eyes widened.
- Parks puts his shirt back on.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Get me home.
- EXT. PARKS'S HOUSE - NIGHT
- Parks holds his kevlar vest and jacket in his arms as he
- steps out of James's car.
- JAMES
- You gonna be good man?
- Parks stretches out his left arm. A loud "pop" comes out of
- it as he straightens it out.
- PARKS
- Your guess is as good as mine.
- James just looks at this, completely astounded.
- JAMES
- You are one lucky son of a bitch,
- Davey. If only the guys back then
- had the luck you do.
- PARKS
- It doesn't change anything.
- INT. PARKS'S HOUSE - NIGHT
- The lights are still on when Parks comes back inside.
- PARKS
- Elena?
- ELENA
- I'm in the kitchen!
- PARKS
- ...I need to show you something.
- Elena walks through the kitchen.
- Parks turns on the light.
- Elena's jaw drops as she looks at his arm.
- ELENA
- Your arm...
- Parks stretches out his formerly damaged left arm.
- PARKS
- I don't know.
- She walks over to Parks and holds him.
- ELENA
- They said you weren't going to make
- it, Dave.
- Parks closes his eyes and holds her.
- He kisses her on the forehead and holds her tight.
- ELENA (CONT’D)
- Lance's funeral's tomorrow. I got
- your dress uniform dry cleaned.
- With a sigh, Parks's hands hold her tighter as he leans into
- her neck.
- He sits there in silence as he holds her.
- PARKS
- You know I gotta talk to his
- wife... It should have been me,
- Elena.
- ELENA
- Dave. You made it.
- Parks sobs as he holds her.
- FADE TO BLACK.
- INT. PARKS'S HOUSE - DAY
- Parks puts on his dress uniform.
- His face looks weary as the world around him seems to move at
- a different pace than he is.
- He sits and eats his breakfast. His eyes look haggard.
- Elena appears behind him and kisses him on the cheek.
- ELENA
- I'll drive.
- Parks swallows his food.
- PARKS
- Sure, I guess.
- INT. CHURCH - DAY
- PASTOR HILL, (mid-50s) stands behind a podium.
- HILL
- On behalf of the family, I would
- like to thank you...
- Parks sits there in his dress uniform.
- He's spaced out. The words from the pastor drift away.
- The world seems to go away as he looks out a window next to
- him.
- ELENA
- Dave?
- Parks takes a deep breath and snaps out of his trance.
- ELENA (CONT’D)
- They want you to say a few words.
- Parks nods.
- PARKS
- Yeah, uh... Yeah, I'll do that.
- Sorry.
- The eyes of the congregation fix themselves onto Parks.
- Parks makes his way up to the podium. He takes out a set of
- notecards. His hands shake as he looks up at the crowd.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- (into mic)
- You guys can hear me alright?
- He looks at the front row of pews which give him a thumbs up
- and a smile.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Roger that...
- He starts to rearrange his notecards.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Lance Hawkins was 21 when he taken
- away from us. To me, he seemed a
- lot older than that.
- He tries to force a smile as he looks back down at his cards,
- then back at the audience.
- Parks sighs.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- He was however, young,
- inexperienced, and struggled. He
- was stupid.
- A gasp from the audience as they begin to murmur amongst
- themselves.
- Sergeant Steele and Nelson are in the audience. Nelson's eyes
- widen and he massages his eyes. Steele jots down some more
- notes.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- He'd made mistakes. I was hard on
- him and so were all the others who
- worked with him during his field
- training period.
- Parks takes another breath. His hands almost freeze up and he
- has to move the cards that he just spoke aside.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- However, and Mrs. Hawkins please
- correct me if I'm wrong- He was
- often times trying to correct
- himself in his mistakes. He'd go
- through notepads, and I noticed
- that at the end of them he'd have a
- set of goals.
- The audience goes silent.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- He'd ask me what he missed out on.
- How he could do his job better, how
- he could keep both of us safe.
- Parks chuckles.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- He was obsessive with his notes and
- trying to better himself as an
- officer. Even in his final moments,
- he was listening to me, using
- everything he learned...
- Parks looks down and sets his notecards aside.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- In all, we lost him. He was good.
- He steps off the podium and walks back to his seat. He spots
- MARK DIAZ, (late-20s) sitting in the back of the room.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Reporter?
- Parks sits back down.
- HILL
- At this time, I will be speaking
- with Mrs. Hawkins. Refreshments
- will be served in the room to my
- right.
- People around Parks begin to stand up and converse amongst
- themselves. Parks makes his way over to Mark.
- He continues to move over to where Mark is. Mark jots
- something down "unaware" in his phone next to Parks's name.
- PARKS
- You better have a good reason to be
- here.
- Mark stands up and smiles at Parks.
- MARK
- Step outside with me, I need a few
- words with you.
- PARKS
- Like hell you do!
- People glance over at him.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- (hushed)
- Like hell you do.
- MARK
- See what I mean?
- Mark puts his phone in his pocket. He stands up and walks
- with Parks.
- Mark looks forward.
- MARK (CONT’D)
- (whispering)
- Look, more people who have no idea
- what you've actually just
- uncovered.
- LAYLA HAWKINS, (22) suddenly holds Parks, sobbing.
- LAYLA
- He's never coming back! He's never
- coming back.
- Parks's eyes widen as he holds her.
- A look of shock in Parks's eyes. Mark walks up behind her and
- taps her on the shoulder.
- She turns around.
- He pulls out a handkerchief and passes it to her.
- MARK
- Mrs. Hawkins, your husband was a
- hero who handled the situation as
- best he could.
- Layla takes the handkerchief and sobs into it.
- LAYLA
- He was going to be a dad, Officer
- Parks.
- PARKS
- Dave. Just, Dave.
- She sits in the pews and struggles to regain her composure.
- Layla struggles to say anything.
- Her phone rings.
- LAYLA
- Hold on, I have to take this.
- She sniffles.
- PARKS
- If you need anything, just ask.
- LAYLA
- Thank you, Dave.
- EXT. CHURCH - DAY
- The rain comes down. Mark leans against the wall with a
- cigarette in his mouth.
- MARK
- I'm surprised, newly promoted
- detective. You don't realize the
- shit you've just stepped in, do
- you?
- PARKS
- Cut the shit, what do you know?
- MARK
- Well Torres is dead. Someone did
- you a favor, my man. Seems like the
- responding officers can't seem to
- get their radios working, so they
- had to use their personal phones to
- call up the coroner. Better meet
- 'em there.
- Parks's eyes widen.
- PARKS
- The feds got him last night.
- MARK
- (mocking)
- But the feds!
- He laughs at this.
- MARK (CONT’D)
- Oh, the guys in suits! Right!
- Parks's eyes widen in anger as he walks over to Mark.
- PARKS
- What the fuck are you not telling
- me or anyone on this investigation?
- There's a dead cop and you want to
- play Frank fucking West?
- MARK
- I actually look up to the guy
- myself, but-
- Parks gives him a death glare and gets ready to raise his arm
- as if to strangle him.
- MARK (CONT’D)
- Okay, okay, look. I'm just on the
- side looking to tell the truth, the
- facts of the matter, you don't see
- that shit anymore.
- Parks motions for him to go on.
- MARK (CONT’D)
- The truth is, there's some kind of
- war breaking out. You happened to
- be a roadblock in the middle of it.
- The dead guy? Guy who got his
- brains blown out and caused you
- guys to go light up that car? Step
- away while you can, Dave.
- He shows a scar on his neck.
- MARK (CONT’D)
- Because I ain't built for the world
- you are.
- Parks nods.
- PARKS
- That's all I need.
- INT. CHURCH - DAY
- Parks walks over to Elena.
- PARKS
- I need to go.
- ELENA
- Dave, his wife...
- Layla is in line to look into Lance's grave.
- Parks takes a moment to glance at her, then glances at his
- phone.
- He turns away and walks out of the church.
- EXT. CHURCH - DAY
- Nelson walks up next to Parks as he steps out.
- NELSON
- Parks, I advise you be careful when
- you do things like that. IA's been
- up and down your case all day,
- there's a chance they found
- something.
- PARKS
- There's always a chance.
- Parks stretches out his arm and walks over to his car.
- NELSON
- What happened to your cast?
- PARKS
- I was just lucky, I guess.
- Nelson just shrugs.
- NELSON
- Alright then.
- He walks out and gets into his car.
- INT. MORGUE - DAY
- Stanton waits for him in there.
- Parks reads off the case file then looks down at the body.
- Two gunshots to the chest and one to the head.
- STANTON
- You weren't wrong.
- PARKS
- About what?
- STANTON
- Whatever these guys are, they got
- something going with 'em.
- Parks looks down at the body.
- PARKS
- What do we got here, Vincent from
- Collateral coming to take what's
- his?
- STANTON
- Something like that.
- He points to the glass.
- Three rounds sit in the clear sample glass.
- Parks takes a pair of forceps and looks at them.
- PARKS
- That's not a handgun round.
- STANTON
- Not at all, we're gonna send it up
- to the ME, but from the looks of
- it, it's probably .308.
- THOMAS SCOTT, (mid-50s) runs his scalpel down the man's
- chest. The three watch as the incision sows itself back up
- slowly.
- SCOTT
- As you can see here, Mr. Torres has
- some kind of regenerative healing
- ability.
- STANTON
- The hell kind of freaks are we
- dealing with?
- Parks watches as the incision closes itself.
- SCOTT
- It's nothing I've ever seen
- before.
- PARKS
- Christ.
- SCOTT (CONT’D)
- The skull is interesting however.
- He takes out an autopsy saw.
- Stanton taps him on the shoulder and makes a motion for him
- to put on his glasses.
- He turns on his saw and sparks begin to fly out.
- PARKS
- (over saw)
- IS THAT NORMAL?!
- Scott turns off the saw and sets it down next to his other
- tools.
- SCOTT
- That's some kind of metal. I sent a
- sample up to forensics for
- examination, but other than tha-
- The door opens and slams shut behind them.
- A man MARCUS, (late-20s) and a woman, DAWN PAULSEN (early-
- 30s) walk into the room.
- PARKS
- Who the hell are you?
- Marcus has an obvious grin on his face.
- MARCUS
- Agents Marcus Matthews and Dawn
- Paulsen, Department of Homeland
- Security, about to secure this
- body.
- PARKS
- This body's in our custody
- actually.
- He bites his lip and looks over at Dawn.
- MARCUS
- Oooohhh, well-
- Stanton watches this in confusion.
- Dawn passes a paper to Stanton.
- Stanton watches this puzzled.
- He takes a look at her for a moment and just continues to
- watch her as he takes the paper.
- STANTON
- (reading)
- By order of the Department of
- Homeland security, you are to give
- any details of the murder of
- Officer Lance Hawkins...
- His expression changes to that of anger. Stanton looks up and
- passes the paper back to Dawn.
- Parks's eyes widen.
- STANTON (CONT’D)
- All yours then.
- PARKS
- Wait, what?
- Parks stands in front of the body.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Abso fucking lutely not.
- MARCUS
- You're really going to impede a
- federal investigation, Officer?
- STANTON
- It's detective now, actually.
- MARCUS
- Well, detective!
- Marcus glances at Parks.
- MARCUS (CONT’D)
- I'm ordered to secure any and all
- evidence by any means necessary.
- Even if it means Miss Dawn here
- knocking you out and dumping you in
- the desert.
- PARKS
- Fuck you.
- MARCUS
- That's no way to speak to a federal
- officer, detective.
- Parks glares at Marcus, then walks out of the door in anger.
- EXT. MORGUE - DAY
- Parks bursts out of the morgue with a pack of cigarettes.
- PARKS
- FUCK!
- He lights one and puffs on it in anger.
- Diaz appears behind him.
- He steps on a leaf. The sound causes Parks to reach for his
- weapon.
- With a glare, he looks at Diaz.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- I take you had something to do with
- evidence being removed from our
- jurisdiction?
- Diaz goes wide eyed.
- DIAZ
- Wait. Who?
- PARKS
- Homeland came in with some familiar
- name...
- He drops his cigarette.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Dawn... Don... Paulsen.
- DIAZ
- Doc had something to do with this?
- PARKS
- That's where I've heard that
- fucking name.
- Parks takes out his phone and thumbs through the contacts.
- DIAZ
- Hey, whatever you're doing, I want
- in on too.
- PARKS
- No, you don't.
- DIAZ
- Even if I have information relating
- to his death that you may very well
- need?
- Parks stops his thumb on James's contact.
- DIAZ (CONT’D)
- This goes both ways you know.
- Parks just looks at Diaz dead in the eyes.
- DIAZ (CONT’D)
- Give me your contact card.
- Parks puts his phone in his pocket. He takes out his wallet
- and passes him his contact card.
- PARKS
- Email me everything you have. Until
- then, I have to make a phone call
- to a friend.
- Diaz nods.
- A van pulls out of a gate at the morgue.
- Marcus sits in the driver's seat, Dawn right next to him.
- Parks goes back inside
- INT. MORGUE - DAY
- Stanton stands there and massages his eyes.
- STANTON
- Go home Parks, we'll figure this
- out next week. Rest up, get someone
- to take a look at you, because
- you're not looking too good.
- Parks just nods.
- PARKS
- Yes, sir.
- Parks takes another sigh as he takes out his phone. He thumbs
- James's contact and calls him.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- (into phone)
- Yo James.
- JAMES (O.S.)
- What's up?
- EXT. MORGUE PARKING LOT - DAY
- He walks out the doors of the morgue.
- PARKS
- (into phone)
- You still talking to Doc these
- days?
- He unlocks his car.
- JAMES (O.S.)
- Yeah, kind of broke contact after
- the whole convoy incident though.
- We talk here and there.
- PARKS
- (into phone)
- Did he ever talk about having a
- sister?
- JAMES (O.S.)
- Nah, he was a closed box when it
- came to family shit. Never even
- talked about LA.
- Parks gets into his car.
- INT. PARKS'S CAR - DAY
- Parks starts his car, his phone still up to his ear.
- PARKS
- (into phone)
- Just call him for me, please. I
- really need this info in
- particular.
- JAMES (O.S.)
- Look, I know I barely stand you
- when it comes to cops, but doc is a
- different animal entirely. Worked
- with him or not, he's not going to
- be thrilled you're calling him in
- that capacity.
- PARKS
- (into phone)
- Are you okay?
- JAMES (O.S.)
- What?
- PARKS
- (into phone)
- You actually said something sane,
- you're right. Fuck.
- JAMES (O.S.)
- I'm still looking for cat girls.
- PARKS
- (into phone)
- Alright then, talk to you later.
- JAMES (O.S.)
- Wait, Dave-
- Parks hangs up the phone, puts his car in gear and goes
- INT. PARKS'S HOUSE - DAY
- Layla and Elena sit in there.
- Layla sips some tea. Elena is in the kitchen.
- Elena looks back.
- ELENA
- Hey, Dave- What happened?
- PARKS
- I'm gonna rest.
- Parks walks to the couch and sits down. His eyes are ragged
- as he takes a throw pillow next to him and holds it tight.
- Elena scoots over and watches Parks.
- LAYLA
- It wasn't your fault, Dave. You're
- still looking for who got Lance,
- right?
- Parks nods. He opens his mouth to say something, but stops.
- PARKS
- I can't say anything about the
- investigation, sorry.
- Parks carries a troubled look.
- The events of the shootout play out in his mind.
- EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY - NIGHT
- The world is silent.
- He sees the concussion grenade roll in front of him and go
- off.
- Silence.
- The chaos of the world around him stops.
- Parks looks over at Hawkins. Hawkins turns his head with
- black, darkened eyes.
- HAWKINS
- You could've done something, why
- didn't you do anything Dave? THIS
- IS YOUR FAUL-
- ELENA (O.S.)
- Dave!
- INT. PARKS'S HOUSE - DAY
- Parks sits there and shakes. Elena holds him.
- Layla puts her hand on his shoulder.
- LAYLA
- Dave-
- PARKS
- I've just been trying to distract
- myself... I'm sorry...
- LAYLA
- For what?
- PARKS
- It's...
- His voice trails off.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- I'm sorry, I don't know how to
- explain it. It's my fault Hawkins
- is dead, I should've been cover
- officer, maybe then-
- ELENA
- Nothing would've done anything,
- Dave.
- PARKS
- It doesn't feel that way.
- His phone vibrates.
- ELENA
- Work again?
- Parks nods.
- An e-mail appears:
- Mark.Diaz@gmail.com - Subject: You should be dead.
- Parks opens the e-mail, stands up, and walks away from the
- two.
- He goes into the hallway and sits down.
- LAYLA (O.S.)
- He doesn't seem like he wants to
- talk much.
- ELENA (O.S.)
- He's just processing it, give him
- some time.
- Parks goes into his bedroom where a desktop sits alongside a
- small home office.
- He boots up his high-end desktop and logs in.
- Parks then opens up his department e-mail and looks at Diaz's
- e-mail.
- A report attached to it, the file reads, "Medical report
- David Parks .pdf".
- Parks opens up the document and begins to read it.
- CC multistystems trauma/GSW. 27 y/o male, no prior hx. NKA.
- pt is police officer who was shot/stabbed in shootout @ 0115
- with EMS arrival on scene @ 0127, sts EMS.
- -12 WHOLE MINUTES?!
- Squad arrives @ 0142.
- U/A pt presents as unconscious, responds to pain. GCS 8.
- Squad has x2 14 gauge in right AC and forearm; NS wide open,
- tourniquet on left arm superior to the elbow timed @ 0129.
- the PT is diaphoretic, radial pulses absent but present at
- the carotid.
- Head is unremarkable, PERRL
- -literally nothing
- Neck/cpsine unremarkable, Neg tracheal deviation/distention
- chest is negative for crepitus. significant ecchymosis to
- left anterior breast centered around the third and fourth
- intercostal space. Chest rise is equal without paradoxical
- motion
- abdomen is soft, unremarkable
- pelvise is intact, unremarkable
- --Nothing again, don't worry about this.
- genitals and perineum are intact, unremarkable. rectal tone
- present.
- -At least you can still have kids, right?
- right Shoulder has presence of two anterior and two
- corresponding posterior gunshot wounds.
- -Just keep following, you'll know why this is important in a
- moment.
- Significant laceration to anterior side of left arm, just
- superior to the AC, appearing five inches across
- -Your stab wound cut upward.
- legs intact bilaterally
- Back appears intact, neg for DCAPBTLS or sign of trauma to
- spine
- All bleeding is controlled
- 0145 80/30 144 40
- 0145 1 gram TXA infusion initiate
- 0147 3x units of blood via rapid infuser
- 0150 70/palp 156 50
- 0155 66/palp 150 50
- 0157 Fem art line established
- 0158 3 more units of blood administered. Dr Stublett confirms
- muffle heart tones, suspects cardiac tamponade, prepares for
- cardiocentesis. orders chest decompression after as
- precautionary measure.
- 0159 pt enters PEA. Stublett immediately performs
- cardiocentesis and trauma team begins resuscitation efforts.
- 0203, 0205, and 0207, 1mg 1:10,000 epinephrine administered.
- 3 additional units of blood started at 0204. no response
- during CPR to treatments.
- our hospital does not have the resources to perform
- thoracotomy cardiac massage. Termination of resuscitative
- efforts @ 0211.
- -You're dead! At least, should be now.
- By this time a large crowd of law enforcement officers and
- other police staff have gathered outside the trauma room and
- Dr Wilson and I attempt to find out who is in charge and who
- should be talked to regarding pt's death.
- -I would know, I was one of the reporters there! Well,
- outside at least.
- @ 0227 nurse Addison hears BP alarm from Fem art line and
- goes to shut off both art monitoring and the blood infuser
- which had been left on. The nurse discovers that the pt's BP
- is now 92/60 with a pulse of 137 and checks radial pulses
- confirming ROSC. Team is immediately called back to room and
- begins post-arrest. care.
- -Someone left your equipment on. I wonder why.
- post arrest labs reveal troponin of only 0.07. PaCO2 is
- elevated to 101 mmHG prior to ventilation, but blood pH
- remains at 7.36. I cannot explain these findings.
- -But I can.
- Right below, a video file is attached below the report.
- "Security footage .mp4".
- Parks opens the file and a video plays.
- It's Dawn in a set of scrubs.
- PARKS
- What the fuck...
- She looks to her left and right. Dawn approaches Parks's
- body.
- She takes a blue syringe out of her jacket and looks on at
- the IV line hooked up to him.
- Dawn injects it into Parks's IV line, then looks up at the
- camera, wide eyed.
- The footage ends.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- She's the one... Why? The
- investigation... Is she cartel?
- Parks looks down and shakes his head in confusion.
- Parks gets back to work after this and opens up a word
- document, and begins to take screenshots of the IV.
- Parks does all this and puts it in a draft.
- A moment later, Elena opens the door behind him.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- What's up?
- ELENA
- Was wondering if you wanted to join
- us for dinner.
- Parks cracks a smile.
- PARKS
- Shit, already?
- He checks the time.
- It's 7PM.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Oh. Shit. Already.
- Elena carries a look of annoyance.
- ELENA
- Yeah. Already.
- PARKS
- Sure, I'll eat.
- He grabs his phone off the table and follows her.
- PARKS'S DINING ROOM
- Parks continues to look at his phone.
- A "sent" message appears to Jon.Stanton1983@PPD.gov
- LAYLA
- ...He took me to New York with the
- money he saved up. We walked
- through Central Park and it was the
- happiest I'd been.
- Parks continues to look at his phone for updates from
- Stanton.
- LAYLA (CONT’D)
- He wanted to be a cop after some
- guy tried to mug us. He stepped in
- after a guy walked up to me with a
- revolver...
- ELENA
- What did he do?
- Elena taps Parks on the leg.
- Parks looks up from his phone.
- Layla notices this.
- LAYLA
- He almost got shot trying to keep
- the gun away from me. Next thing I
- knew, two cops were breaking up a
- fight and I had to explain to them
- Lance wasn't the one who started
- anything. They let us go and enjoy
- the rest of our time in New York,
- but after he said he loved it.
- ELENA
- Loved it?
- LAYLA
- The danger. We've been together
- since freshman year of high school.
- Had the worst look on his face when
- the Army turned him down. Said he
- wanted to get shot at and save
- people kinda like your husband
- here.
- PARKS
- Didn't do much of that.
- LAYLA
- He said you were a dick, but that
- he respected you.
- PARKS
- I couldn't save him...
- LAYLA
- You were so good to him! One day,
- he came home and told me about an
- incident where they tried wrapping
- a cloth around his face and dumping
- whiskey-
- Parks chuckles at this.
- PARKS
- Beer boarding. Only they had
- whiskey. I'm aware.
- LAYLA
- Yeah, you were the one who put a
- stop to it.
- PARKS
- Yeah, sort of.
- He just shrugs at this as his phone vibrates. The contact
- reads, "Stanton".
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Hang on, I gotta take this. Sorry.
- He steps outside.
- EXT. PARKS'S HOUSE - NIGHT
- Parks picks takes the call.
- PARKS
- Yeah?
- A different voice enters the speaker.
- STEELE (O.S.)
- Parks, we want you down at the
- station, your union rep is already
- waiting for you.
- PARKS
- (mouthing)
- Fuck...
- Parks rolls his eyes.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Yeah, I'll be on my way.
- He goes back inside.
- PARKS'S DINING ROOM
- Parks comes in with a sigh as he shuts the door behind him.
- He walks over to Elena and gives her a kiss on the cheek.
- PARKS
- They need me back at the station,
- probably nothing.
- Elena cocks an eyebrow at this.
- ELENA
- Alright love, just tell me what's
- going on when you get back.
- PARKS
- I will.
- Parks leaves as the door closes behind him.
- INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT
- Parks walks inside. Steele waits for him alongside Stanton.
- Steele gives a grin to Parks.
- STEELE
- How you doing Dave? Your wound heal
- already?
- Parks gives a look of disgust.
- PARKS
- I'm great. The wound did heal.
- STEELE
- Pretty good looking for someone who
- got shot only days ago.
- Parks gives Stanton a look. Stanton nods at him.
- STEELE (CONT’D)
- And I was really moved by what you
- said about your partner.
- PARKS
- Th-Thanks...
- Parks carries a look of suspicion.
- STEELE
- Relax, Dave-
- PARKS
- Cut the shit, why am I here?
- STEELE
- Let's take a walk.
- The three walk together into the
- FORENSICS LAB
- Security footage of the video Parks sent to Stanton.
- STEELE
- You know that lady? You can be
- honest with me, relax.
- Parks shakes his head.
- PARKS
- Never seen her before.
- STEELE
- Me neither, but I had someone run
- some facial recognition.
- Steele gets on the computer and pulls up a facebook profile
- that reads, "Dawn Michelle Paulsen".
- PARKS
- That's...
- STEELE
- As it turns out, she was at the
- hospital-
- STANTON
- -And posing as a federal agent.
- STEELE
- So you got anything to say about
- that? You were one of the what?
- Lucky 28?
- Parks takes a deep breath and then gives a glare to Steele.
- PARKS
- I don't like talking about what
- happened over there.
- STEELE
- Funnily, she's related to a combat
- medic with the same name with the
- same name. Different spellings
- though.
- PARKS
- What are you saying?
- STEELE
- If you're on someone's payroll, you
- can always come clean. Nothing bad
- will happe-
- PARKS
- I'm not.
- Then tell me about this.
- He pulls up another security tape.
- Parks stands in an elevator, his gun out.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- I had a credible lead!
- STEELE
- And you didn't tell us. We get it,
- man.
- PARKS
- I had to make sure!
- Parks carries a look of realization.
- STEELE
- We also have a sworn statement that
- says you took a bribe-
- PARKS
- That's outlandish, the hell?!
- STEELE
- Yup. Come on Parks, we're on your
- side here.
- PARKS
- Where the hell is my union rep? I
- ain't saying shit now.
- STEELE
- Well you're already too far in now.
- Let's get this figured out.
- INTERROGATION ROOM
- Parks sits there.
- The door in front of him opens.
- Nelson walks through.
- NELSON
- You're lucky to still have a job.
- You're free to go, all their
- evidence was circumstantial.
- Nelson moves his mouth next to Parks's ear.
- NELSON (CONT’D)
- (whispering)
- Whatever you're chasing, it better
- be good. These guys are fixing to
- bury you now.
- Parks gives a stunned look.
- PARKS
- Thanks...
- NELSON
- Best of luck. Your friend's outside
- waiting.
- Parks nods at this.
- He walks outside to
- EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT
- James sits in Parks's car and smokes a cigarette.
- He looks at Parks and motions for him.
- JAMES
- Come on, I'm taking you home.
- PARKS
- I'm driving, my car.
- JAMES
- That wasn't part of the deal.
- PARKS
- Deal?
- James rolls his eyes.
- JAMES
- Don't fucking worry 'bout it.
- Parks opens his car door and gets in.
- INT. PARKS'S CAR - NIGHT
- PARKS
- Can you not fucking smoke in my
- car? Jesus, you haven't changed.
- He looks at the box of Lucky Strikes in the cupholder.
- JAMES
- You have.
- Parks shakes his head.
- PARKS
- Whatever, that doesn't fucking
- matter dude. What deal? What did
- they pay you for?
- JAMES
- I'm just supposed to drive you
- home.
- Parks cocks an eyebrow.
- PARKS
- What? That's it? Nelson pai-
- JAMES
- Money got wired into my account.
- They said they'd pay for an Uber
- once I got you to your place.
- James merges onto a highway that reads "I-17 North, Black
- Canyon/Flagstaff".
- His eyes constantly scan the road in front and around him.
- JAMES (CONT’D)
- What I don't know is why this group
- has a vested interest in you, a
- cop.
- PARKS
- Mind if I take a look?
- James takes his phone out of his pocket and holds his free
- hand out for Parks.
- JAMES
- Knock yourself out.
- Parks takes his phone. The glow illuminates James's face as
- Parks looks at the text.
- TEXT
- 5,000 dollars to get your friend
- home. Sincerely, an interested
- party.
- Parks screenshots the text and tabs out to James's home
- screen that shows a harem of cat girls.
- His phone vibrates as he sends the screenshot to himself.
- PARKS
- What made you want to help me?
- JAMES
- Well, disregarding the 5k
- supposedly being transferred into
- my account, and disregarding the
- fact that your position as a cop
- violates the non aggression
- principle- I really want to find
- out whether cat girls are rea-
- PARKS
- Oh my fucking god.
- JAMES
- You'll know. One day, you'll see
- them and question everything you
- know. I would know, I did.
- PARKS
- Look, the day cat girls are real is
- the day I eat my 9mm.
- Police lights flash behind them.
- JAMES
- God fucking damn it.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- ...Eat my gun... Damn it.
- James pulls the car onto the right shoulder of the freeway.
- Parks looks at the mirror.
- The cars are unmarked Crown Vics.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Wait a fucking second...
- JAMES
- Problem?
- Parks reaches for his Glock.
- The officer on Parks's side steps closer and reveals himself
- full of face tattoos.
- James looks at Parks with wide eyes as he looks to his side.
- The officer's arm is covered with tats.
- PARKS
- DRIVE!
- James puts the car in gear and slams his foot on the gas.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- GO GO GO!
- The one approaching runs back to his car as the other two
- cars pursue.
- James watches the rear view mirror and pulls out his phone,
- then turns the volume knob all the way up.
- A grin materializes on James's face.
- Running in the 90s by Dave Rodgers plays on the radio.
- JAMES
- Let's do this...
- The highway in front of them stands empty as two of the
- cruisers try to catch up.
- James turns the car to the right and takes an exit.
- Parks watches behind him as the cruisers follow the two.
- James looks down at the transmission.
- JAMES (CONT’D)
- Fuckin' automatic... PIECE OF SHIT!
- The cruisers behind follow even closer.
- James slows the car down and hangs a right turn right before
- traffic starts.
- The cruisers behind the two screech to halt.
- One makes it through and continues to tail the two.
- Parks gets his phone out and dials 911.
- He puts the phone to his ear. He looks at his phone.
- PARKS
- I got no reception!
- JAMES
- Got it!
- The cruiser continues to follow.
- James looks at the road around him as it tails them.
- Parks raises his handgun and raises it toward the cruiser.
- PARKS
- I don't think I can do this James!
- JAMES
- I DON'T THINK THEY AGREE, DAVE!
- The cruiser pulls further away from the two and then comes
- back to ram them.
- Parks takes a breath as he watches the other guy pull out his
- gun.
- Parks's eyes widen.
- James slams the brakes and watches the other car crash into a
- wall.
- The two watch as both of them get out of the car dressed in
- Phoenix Police uniforms.
- PARKS
- Christ...
- James guns the engine and continues to drive forward.
- JAMES
- Who did you piss off Dave?
- Parks looks behind him and holsters his handgun.
- PARKS
- I don't know. I don't.
- JAMES
- Christ. I might be fucking nuts for
- chasing cat girls, but at least
- people have the common decency not
- to shoot me over them! Then again,
- if they do, they probably are real
- and someone's covering it up.
- Parks sits back in his seat and takes a deep breath. James
- turns off the music.
- PARKS
- Do you hear yourself right now? Are
- you this self-aware?
- James just shrugs and makes a right turn into Parks's
- neighborhood.
- JAMES
- Whoever is chasing you, you and I
- both need them dead.
- PARKS
- Wait, wait, wait. You're gonna
- fucking kill them?
- JAMES
- I mean, yeah, why not?
- PARKS
- We need them alive-
- JAMES
- You saw what happens when you
- spring them in jail, some fucking
- fed bails them out. This is how I'm
- doing this. If it weren't for me,
- those guys would've blown your
- fuckin' brains out!
- Parks sits there and sighs.
- PARKS
- If those were real cops...
- JAMES
- They weren't. You made the right
- call Dave.
- James makes another turn.
- PARKS
- I don't think I'm very good at
- that.
- JAMES
- You were better than any MP
- stateside or in country. I mean,
- choice wise. You were shit at your
- job.
- PARKS
- I didn't care. Those guys were
- fucking retards.
- JAMES
- Thanks for giving me my pressure
- cooker back. We're even now and I
- get five grand.
- PARKS
- Whatever works for you dude.
- The car makes another turn into
- EXT. PARKS'S HOUSE - NIGHT
- James's hatchback sits outside the house. The lights are on
- inside.
- INT. PARKS'S GARAGE - NIGHT
- The car pulls into the garage.
- James sighs.
- JAMES
- Dave. Rest. Just do that. I get
- paid, you solve your case. I go
- find my cat girls.
- Parks just chuckles.
- PARKS
- Fuck, dude.
- The two get out.
- James tosses Parks his keys.
- JAMES
- Fucking rest dude. They'll still be
- out there trust me. The bad guys
- always are.
- PARKS
- You are something else, you know
- that?
- James shrugs.
- JAMES
- We're all the main characters in
- our own stories, Dave.
- Parks just shoots a confused look.
- PARKS
- What?!
- James lights up a cigarette and gets into his car.
- INT. PARKS'S HOUSE - NIGHT
- Parks comes home.
- PARKS
- Hey, sweetheart.
- He passes out on the couch.
- Elena walks over with a blanket. She holds Parks and pulls
- the blanket up.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- (exhausted)
- I need to fucking rest.
- INT. POLICE STATION - DAY
- SUPERIMPOSE: THREE DAYS LATER
- Parks has the metal briefcase on his desk and scans different
- documents onto it. He looks refreshed, his eyes look rested.
- Parks has a lollipop in his mouth.
- Nelson walks over to Parks's desk and watches him.
- NELSON
- How was your break Parks?
- PARKS
- Can't complain. It was good, yeah.
- NELSON
- No trouble?
- PARKS
- None at all.
- Parks gives Nelson a grin.
- NELSON
- Any leads?
- PARKS
- I got one. Looks like someone I
- think I might know. I have to make
- sure though.
- Nelson gives him a nod.
- NELSON
- Keep at it then.
- Parks looks at a file folder.
- "Dawn Michelle Paulsen", Knight Pharmaceuticals Employee
- #4382
- PARKS
- Doc?
- Parks opens up the file.
- A headshot of Dawn falls out of the file.
- Parks goes back to his computer.
- With one hand, he pulls the security footage up on his
- computer.
- He sets the file down next to the keyboard and picks the
- photo of Dawn up.
- Parks shakes his head.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Got nothing to fucking link them
- with...
- His eyes widen.
- Parks takes out his phone. He looks through his contacts.
- "Doc, contact in case of emergency" sits as one of the
- contacts there.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Fuck, man... Worst I can be is
- wrong, right?
- He looks at the contact for a moment.
- Parks looks down in discomfort as he looks at the phone. He
- puts it down and gets on his computer.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Maybe I can just...
- He gets on his computer and searches up her name on Facebook.
- "Dawn Michelle Paulsen" appears in the search bar.
- He sifts through the results.
- "Dawn Paulsen, Doctor at Knight Pharmaceuticals - Corporate"
- shows up as one of the results.
- He clicks it and finds her profile is public.
- Parks scrolls through it and stops on a post.
- Dawn stands among a group of other doctors in a corporate
- photo. Parks saves this photo and prints it out, then places
- it on top of a scanner.
- With a deep breath, he looks up the address.
- He gets it, stands up, puts his gun on, and makes his way
- out.
- He gets in his car and drives across a highway to
- EXT. CORPORATE BUILDING - DAY
- The building bustles with activity. Delivery trucks enter as
- people head home.
- Others head inside to start their day, as others sit outside
- as they smoke cigarettes.
- One sits with his lunch out and watches the cars pass.
- Parks pulls up in an unmarked Crown Victoria.
- He lowers the window and flashes his badge at the security
- guard at the door.
- PARKS
- Howdy there, Detective Parks,
- Phoenix Police Department. I need
- to speak with a Dawn Paulsen.
- The security guard looks up this name.
- SECURITY GUARD
- Paulsen, Paulsen...
- PARKS
- You're looking for Doctor Paulsen,
- right?
- Parks nods.
- SECURITY GUARD
- Got it. See the receptionist when
- you get inside.
- The guard lifts the gate.
- SECURITY GUARD (CONT’D)
- Go on in.
- Parks pulls inside
- CUT TO:
- INT. KNIGHT PHARMACEUTICALS ENTRANCE - DAY
- Parks flashes his badge at two security guards.
- PARKS
- Detective Parks, Phoenix Police.
- They let him through.
- Parks walks over to the receptionist.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Looking for a Dawn-
- DAWN
- Detective!
- DAWN PAULSEN, (32) walks over, a clipboard in hand.
- She sets it down.
- PARKS
- Miss Paulsen? Let's just cut to the
- chase here.
- She stands there, attentive.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Where were you four nights ago?
- Dawn looks down. Her eyes widen.
- DAWN
- Look, I had no other choice, I was
- roped in with him.
- PARKS
- That's good to hear. Turn around,
- hands on the back of your head.
- She does what Parks says.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Interlace your fingers. Anything on
- you I should worry about?
- DAWN
- No, but they're gonna kill me.
- Don't you realize that?
- Parks searches her.
- PARKS
- Maybe you should think about these
- things before you get into 'em,
- huh?
- He places the cuffs on her.
- DAWN
- This is the safest place for me to
- be, Parks. You're making a mistake.
- Now, move.
- The two move towards the exit.
- PARKS
- You know what was a mistake? Not
- bothering to let me or anyone know
- what the hell is going on. I don't
- know what's going.
- DAWN
- And that's for the best!
- PARKS
- Who killed Officer Hawkins? Where's
- Torres's body? Work with me here.
- She goes quiet. Dawn opens her mouth.
- The two move outside.
- EXT. CORPORATE BUILDING - DAY
- Parks puts her in the backseat of the cruiser.
- DAWN
- You're going to get me killed,
- Parks. You don't know what you're
- up against here. This is bigger
- than you and my brother.
- Parks gets into the driver's seat.
- INT. UNMARKED POLICE CRUISER - DAY
- Parks chuckles.
- PARKS
- Really? And who is this brother of
- yours?
- He turns the ignition.
- DAWN
- Donovan Paulsen? "The Hero of
- Houston". If you ask me, he's more
- of a war criminal for supporting
- the American imperialist regime-
- Parks closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
- PARKS
- Shut up.
- He goes silent. His hands clutch the steering wheel.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Fuck.
- Parks massages his eyes.
- DAWN
- Surprised you couldn't have put two
- and two together there, detective.
- PARKS
- Son of a bitch...
- He looks back at her and takes a deep breath.
- PARKS (CONT’D)
- Miss Paulsen, at this time you have
- the right to remain silent,
- anything you say can and will be
- used against you in a court of law,
- you have the right to an attorney,
- if you cannot afford one, one will
- be appointed to you, do you
- understand these rights as they've
- been read?
- DAWN
- Yeah. Fine. You'll be talking to my
- lawyers soon.
- She sits back in silence.
- Parks drives forward.
- PARKS
- 1532, dispatch, show us en route to
- station, one suspect in custody.
- DAWN
- You're gonna get me killed!
- Parks rolls his eyes and continues to drive forward.
- EXT. CITY - DAY
- The cruiser drives through the city streets. The city around
- them moves around, the car stops in traffic, and people go on
- about their lives.
- The car stops at an intersection.
- INT. POLICE CRUISER - DAY
- The car pulls forward. Dawn sits in the back. She looks out
- the side of the cruiser.
- Her face changes-
- DAWN
- DETECTIVE PARKS-
- The car gets rammed on the driver's side. Parks's airbag
- deploys as his head slams into the steering wheel. The
- windshield is busted.
- The cruiser goes into a spin.
- It stops in the middle of the intersection.
- Parks's head is in the airbag. Blood drips down from his
- head.
- IND MILITIA SOLDIER 1
- Be advised, securing the package.
- An arm reaches over and the car unlocks.
- Parks tries to take off his seatbelt.
- IND MILITIA SOLDIER 2
- HE'S MOVING!
- IND MILITIA SOLDIER 1
- Cease fi-
- Parks opens his eyes, looks forward, and watches the muzzle
- flash of a shotgun.
- Parks gets slammed against the seat and slumps over the
- center console.
- A scream comes from the back.
- DAWN
- PARKS!
- Dawn gets dragged out and a cloth sack gets put over her
- head.
- IND MILITIA SOLDIER 1
- Jesus fuck I just shot a cop...
- Behind the cruiser, Dawn gets thrown into the back of a
- minivan.
- The door closes and the minivan drives off.
- EXT. CITY - DAY
- Parks opens the door and falls out of the cruiser. He groans
- in pain as he takes his gun out. A cut sits on his head.
- The minivan is long gone, what remains is Parks's smashed
- cruiser which sits in ruin next to the pickup truck. Glass
- and metal from both cars line the street.
- Parks tries to stand up and looks around that cityscape
- around him.
- He coughs up once again and falls over.
- Parks unbuttons his shirt and opens it. He looks at the hole
- made by the 12 gauge shell.
- Sirens in the distance.
- Parks crawls back into his cruiser and takes out his radio's
- handset.
- PARKS
- 1532,
- (cough)
- shots fired, officer down at
- Scottsdale and third... Multiple
- armed assailants travelling north
- in a Ford Windstar minivan!
- He coughs into the handset. He lets go of the microphone.
- DISPATCH
- (radio)
- 10-4 1532, all units be advised
- officer down at Scottsdale and
- third. Suspects last seen fleeing
- north in a Ford Windstar.
- Parks lays back as the lights and sirens approach.
- CUT TO:
- Parks is wheeled into an ambulance on a stretcher.
- INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
- Parks lays down in bed and looks at the ceiling.
- The fan above him spins. Parks looks to his side. A cane sits
- there.
- The door opens, Steele walks in, a file in hand.
- STEELE
- Parks...
- He sighs and massages his eyes.
- STEELE (CONT’D)
- We talked to that reporter.
- Steele shakes his head.
- STEELE (CONT’D)
- The investigation against you has
- been dropped. The search for Dawn
- Paulsen has for all intents and
- purposes gone cold.
- Parks cocks an eyebrow.
- PARKS
- Weren't you fixing to bury me?
- Steele shakes his head.
- STEELE
- I needed to scratch out all the
- leads. Do me a favor-
- PARKS
- Yeah?
- Steele reaches into the file then passes him two stapled
- pieces of paper.
- STEELE
- Keep your friend James out of
- trouble.
- Steele steps out.
- Parks tries to stand up and goes into a coughing fit.
- PARKS
- Son of a bitch.
- He holds his chest in pain. Parks tries to stand straight and
- goes into another coughing fit.
- A thud comes from outside.
- Then.
- PHONE SPEAKER
- (outside)
- SENPAI, what are you doing?! You
- can't put that ther- AHHHHHHH!
- Parks's eyes widen. He reaches for the cane next to him and
- takes the painkillers on the night stand.
- Parks stands up and coughs.
- PHONE SPEAKER (CONT’D)
- (Outside)
- SENPAI, YOU'RE MILKING ME!
- Parks makes his way over.
- PARKS
- James! You dumb motherfucker!
- Parks opens the door.
- INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY - NIGHT
- BAYLEY TURNER, (25) stares at Parks wide eyed as he puts his
- phone in his pocket.
- TURNER
- I can explain.
- PHONE SPEAKER
- (muffled)
- Senpai, where did you go?!
- Turner takes his phone out and turns it off.
- TURNER
- Y-You feeling better Parks? I mean,
- Detective Parks. I thought you were
- asleep, I swear!
- Parks just stares at this, jaw dropped.
- TURNER (CONT’D)
- I'm uhm- I was told to drive you
- home.
- Parks just nods then shakes his head with a sigh.
- PARKS
- Yeah, sure man. Wh-Whatever.
- Parks coughs.
- TURNER
- Come with me then.
- They go out to
- INT. POLICE CRUISER - NIGHT
- Parks gets into the front passenger's seat.
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