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- The Things We Protect
- FADE IN:
- INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
- A flashlight shines across shipping containers. The light
- illuminates reflects off each one.
- DONOVAN "MIKE/MIKEE" PAULSEN, (30) walks through a dim
- warehouse. He has an AR slung around the front of him. He
- wears a pair of jeans. A tan plate carrier sits over a white
- button up shirt. On his shoulder sits a Sentinel Securities
- ID.
- The bags on Don's eyes show through the dim light. He wears
- an earpiece.
- The radio comes to life as MARCUS MATTHEWS, (34) keys his
- microphone.
- MARCUS
- (earpiece)
- All teams, radio check.
- MICHAEL CHAVEZ, (24) keys his radio.
- CHAVEZ
- Alpha one, check.
- PAUL CARTER, (25) keys his microphone.
- CARTER
- Alpha two, check.
- Marcus lets off a sigh into the radio.
- Don fumbles with his microphone.
- DON
- Alpha three, check.
- CONRAD MILLER, (28) keys his microphone.
- CONRAD
- Alpha four, check.
- Don yawns. He meets back up with Conrad.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- How you liking the job so far?
- DON
- About what I expected.
- Another narrow conex hallway in front of them.
- CONRAD
- You want to switch?
- Don gives a chuckle.
- DON
- It's the same damn thing here,
- dude!
- Conrad gives a shrug.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Fuck it.
- The two switch sides.
- The same setup sits in front of Don.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (muttering)
- Told him.
- Don walks forward, light forward.
- A thud.
- MARCUS
- (earpiece)
- All units, report.
- CHAVEZ
- Alpha one, all clear here.
- CARTER
- Alpha two, nothin' to note here.
- Don takes out his ear piece and listens again.
- A louder and more noticeable thud.
- Don puts his earpiece back in.
- MARCUS
- (earpiece)
- Paulsen, report, damn it.
- DON
- (into mic)
- Alpha three reporting, I got
- something.
- Don slings his rifle forward.
- DON (CONT’D)
- WHO'S THERE?!
- Don pushes forward and flicks the safety off his rifle.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Fuck is that?
- Louder bangs- Something metallic.
- His heart races as he moves forward. Don slows down and
- begins to control his breaths.
- More bangs come from next to him.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Who the fuck is in the container?
- He looks to both sides of him.
- Nothing. Don puts his earpiece back in.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (into earpiece)
- Be advised, found the source of the
- sound.
- MARCUS
- Copy that, don't open that till we-
- DON
- Fuck that.
- Don takes out a pair of bolt cutters and cuts the locks off
- the shipping container. He keeps his hand on his rifle, turns
- on its light, and keeps it trained at the door.
- Don swings the door open.
- INT. SHIPPING CONTAINER - NIGHT
- His once tired eyes change to those of shock.
- DON
- Oh, fuck.
- Children lay on cots inside the container. One bucket sits on
- each end of the container. Don covers his mouth and tries to
- mask the stench of the container.
- At the very front, a child stands there.
- CHILD
- Mama? Это ты?
- DON
- What?!
- Don looks past him and shines his light on the others.
- DON (CONT’D)
- English?
- The child's eyes give Don a blank stare.
- CHILD
- Это ты?
- DON
- I don't...
- Marcus walks into the container.
- MARCUS
- Hey, buddy...
- Don lowers his weapon.
- DON
- Hey man, we gotta go to the feds
- about this-
- Behind Don, Chavez and Carter appear behind him.
- Marcus gets closer and holds something sharp in his hand.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Hey what the fuck are you-
- Marcus stabs the child in the shoulder with the syringe and
- takes it out.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Motherfucker!
- Don raises his handgun only for one to put him in a head
- lock. The other pulls the gun out of his hand.
- The child falls in front of him. Don struggles to get out of
- their grasp as one kicks the back of his leg and brings him
- to his knees. He falls forward and lets off a cry of pain as
- he falls forward.
- Marcus picks the child up and sets him down in an empty cot.
- Marcus walks over to Don.
- His demeanor is calm, casual.
- MARCUS
- Donovan Paulsen.
- (smiles)
- You live with your daughter,
- formerly Ashley Wren Jackson, now
- Ashley Paulsen at 4333 West Bell
- Road, apartment 2043 in Phoenix.
- Don looks up at him with anger.
- DON
- These are god damn kids!
- MARCUS
- Donny, Donny, Donny.
- Don tries to struggle only to get held back as he looks up at
- Marcus.
- MARCUS (CONT’D)
- Always the pessimist, aren't you?
- Don's eyes widen as he looks behind Marcus at the children on
- cots.
- DON
- They're in fucking shipping
- containers...
- MARCUS
- You are standing in front of a
- moving train, Don. I'm just
- protecting our bottom line. Now.
- You get in our way.
- He reaches into a holster and pulls out a suppressed Ruger
- Mark 2 and chuckles.
- MARCUS (CONT’D)
- Otherwise, I'm going to kill your
- daughter and make you watch.
- He reaches into Don's vest pocket and takes out a picture of
- Ash.
- MARCUS (CONT’D)
- I've known you awhile buddy.
- Don just watches this.
- MARCUS (CONT’D)
- Honestly, capping four of your guys
- isn't a very heroic thin-
- Don's eyes widen and light up with anger.
- DON
- FUCK YOU!
- Marcus just laughs.
- MARCUS
- Can you believe this fucking guy? A
- "hero". At least the chicks I'm
- with don't cheat.
- Don lunges forward but gets pulled back by the two that hold
- his arms.
- MARCUS (CONT’D)
- You're so cute when you get like
- that. Now, what's it gonna be?
- Don goes silent as the anger on his face subsides.
- His face changes to that of disgust.
- DON
- I won't talk.
- Marcus reaches into another vest pocket. He takes Don's
- wallet.
- Marcus takes out Don's license snaps a photo of it. He puts
- it all back and throws his wallet down.
- MARCUS
- Pick your shit up and get back to
- it.
- The two agents let him go.
- DON
- Yeah... Sure.
- The three walk out.
- Don still looks at the container, shock in his eyes.
- The kids in cots line the shipping container as Don stands
- back up and walks out.
- The light inside the crate goes away as Don closes it.
- CUT TO:
- INT. CORPORATE OFFICE - DAY
- SENTINEL SECURITIES, is visible against a wall.
- DON
- I can't believe they actually took
- me.
- Don walks through a corridor.
- He wears a suit, the jacket open.
- DAWN "MICHELLE" PAULSEN, (34) walks beside him.
- MICHELLE
- Well, a lot of things tend to when
- you're the "Hero of Houston". Big
- damn hero you are.
- Don shrugs.
- DON
- If it's just that, then I don't
- really deserve it now, do I?
- Michelle rolls her eyes then stops.
- MICHELLE
- Honestly? You don't, Mikey.
- DON
- Excuse me?
- Michelle pulls out a security card and opens a door for him.
- MICHELLE
- First door to the right. Make sure
- not to kill anyone along the way.
- Don raises his arms as anger registers on his face.
- DON
- You weren't there!
- She motions for him to enter. Don walks inside. The door
- closes behind him.
- He takes a deep breath.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (muttering)
- Motherfucker.
- Don walks forward and enters
- MEETING ROOM - DAY
- MARCUS MATTHEWS, (30) gives Don a warm smile.
- MARCUS
- Just wanted to congratulate you,
- Mr. Paulsen. You're going to great
- on our team.
- Don shakes his hand and shoots a nervous grin.
- DON
- So, what am I going to be doing
- exactly? I wasn't really clued in
- on that.
- MARCUS
- Just security on high value cargo
- from the Ukraine.
- Don nods.
- DON
- Anything I'll need?
- MARCUS
- Just everything you used during the
- course, no real preference. It's
- all you.
- Marcus shoots a warm smile to him.
- DON
- Sounds good then.
- Marcus puts his hand out and offers a handshake.
- The two shake hands.
- MARCUS
- How's tomorrow sound for your first
- day?
- DON
- I don't see an issue.
- Marcus shoots him a grin.
- MARCUS
- See you tomorrow then.
- Don walks out and takes the elevator down.
- CUT TO:
- INT. FORD MUSTANG - DAY
- Don gets into his car and takes out his phone.
- He thumbs through his contacts and calls "Ashley".
- Don waits a few moments. Ash picks up the call.
- ASH (O.S.)
- Yeah, what's up?
- DON
- Hey, just got off work, you need
- anything?
- ASH (O.S.)
- Snap-Ons would be nice.
- DON
- You actually want me to get you
- them?
- ASH (O.S.)
- Nah, my cheap shit should do me
- just fine.
- DON
- In that case, I'll meet you back
- home.
- Don gets on the freeway. The hair on his arms stick up. His
- vision starts to close in as he continues to drive.
- JACKIE MILLER, (30) sits next to him.
- JACKIE
- You know it wasn't going to work
- out Don.
- Don looks forward and drives through traffic.
- DON
- Did you have the right? You didn't
- even come to me about it.
- JACKIE
- We both know it wouldn't have- I
- barely had enough to afford the
- mortgage and your security gig
- wasn't enough to-
- DON
- WE COULD'VE MADE IT...
- He turns to his side.
- The empty seat sits next to him. He shakes his head.
- DON (CONT’D)
- ...Work. It's only been a month and
- I'm having that conversation again.
- CUT TO:
- EXT. APARTMENT PARKING LOT - DAY
- The Mustang pulls up to the apartment. Don steps out and
- closes the door behind him. He locks the car.
- INT. APARTMENT - DAY
- Don walks in and closes the door behind him. Ash sits on a
- PS4.
- He motions to the dishes.
- DON
- You plan on getting these done any
- time soon?
- ASH
- Yeah, yeah, sure dad.
- Don sits on the couch next to her.
- DON
- You doing okay? What you got there?
- Ash shrugs.
- ASH
- As good as I can be. Uncharted. One
- of the guys in my class won't stop
- talking about it, some shit about
- the story. Enjoying it so far.
- DON
- Hey, that's good. I wanted to
- apologize.
- Ash pauses the game, cocks an eyebrow at him, and chuckles.
- ASH
- For what?
- Don just shrugs. He opens his mouth to say something but
- can't find the words.
- DON
- When I'm able to explain it, I
- will. I gotta get ready for work.
- Ash looks down at his hand.
- ASH
- Is it about mom?
- DON
- Yeah...
- Don stands up to go to his room.
- Ash goes back to playing Uncharted.
- DON'S ROOM
- A newer model TV sits there plugged into a PS2, a PS4, and a
- PS3.
- A gaming PC rig sits next to all of those. A walk in closet
- sits in front of him. To his right is a bathroom. He goes
- into the restroom and comes out to get ready. He's freshly
- shaved, his hair in neat order.
- He puts on his clothes and puts on his white dress shirt with
- a plate carrier, then puts on a pair of jeans.
- He reaches for a pair of tan combat boots and puts them on.
- Don goes into the walk in closet, taking an AR out of it then
- puts his Sig in its holster and walks out of the room.
- MAIN APARTMENT
- Don walks over to Ash. She takes the time to look over.
- ASH
- Gonna go shoot someone?
- Don shrugs.
- DON
- I don't know. What I am gonna do is
- head out, make sure those damn
- dishes are done when I get back.
- ASH
- Sure.
- INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
- The door to the conex box closes behind him.
- Don stands there.
- MATTHEWS
- Now that we're all on the same
- page...
- Matthews shoots a look to Don and motions to Conrad.
- MATTHEWS (CONT’D)
- Keep an eye on Mr. Paulsen.
- Don looks back at Conrad and gives him a scowl.
- Conrad nods at Matthews.
- CONRAD
- Yes, sir.
- MATTHEWS
- Good work tonight gents, we'll be
- back it tomorrow. Hooah?
- Don still carries a look of confusion and fear in his eyes.
- CONRAD
- Hooah.
- CHAVEZ
- Hooah.
- DON
- Hooah.
- CARTER
- Hooah.
- Don walks out into
- EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT - NIGHT
- The rain pours down. Don steps out, walks to his car, and
- starts undoing his plate carrier.
- Conrad walks behind him.
- Don walks over to his car.
- CONRAD
- Paulsen.
- Don opens the trunk to his mustang and puts his plate carrier
- in it.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- PAULSEN!
- DON
- WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!
- Don raises his arms at him in anger.
- Conrad glares at him.
- CONRAD
- Keep your fucking voice down, you
- trying to get these guys on your
- ass Paulsen?
- Conrad puts his hands up.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- I'm trying not to do what he says
- you fucking idiot.
- Don gets into the driver's seat of his car.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- Let's talk.
- INT. FORD MUSTANG - NIGHT
- Don gets into his car and unlocks the door.
- Conrad gets in next to him.
- CONRAD
- You should've said no to that
- offer, Paulsen.
- DON
- Oh, now you tell me. What happened
- to you?
- Conrad looks down.
- CONRAD
- It's complicated-
- DON
- Kids in shipping containers?
- Complicated? Killing the dude who
- got your ass out of, oh I dunno...
- He starts counting on his fingers.
- DON (CONT’D)
- One, two, three, four- EIGHT
- FUCKING BINDS?!
- CONRAD
- The last guy was one of ours back
- in the day.
- Don leans back.
- DON
- And I'm supposed to care, why?
- CONRAD
- It was Cho.
- DON
- (muttering)
- Fuck.
- CONRAD
- I got a plan, but I need you with
- me, not against me.
- DON
- Okay, Dutch. Does this plan involve
- Tahiti?
- CONRAD
- Jesus, still a smart ass after all
- these fuckin' years ain't you?
- DON
- Not much has changed.
- Conrad opens the door.
- CONRAD
- Keep your head down. When the time
- comes, you'll know.
- Conrad gets out and closes the door behind him.
- Don sighs and sits back.
- DON
- Motherfucker.
- He continues to drive.
- CUT TO:
- INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
- Don comes into his apartment and turns the light on.
- He looks at the kitchen sink.
- There's still dirty dishes in it.
- DON
- Ah, damn it.
- He goes into her room. She's sleeping.
- DON (CONT’D)
- You actually asleep?
- No response.
- Don rolls his eyes. He goes into the kitchen and starts
- washing dishes.
- During this, Ash comes out.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Ash, I told you to clean these-
- Come on.
- She yawns.
- ASH
- Fuck, slipped my mind, sorry. I had
- homework.
- Don sighs.
- DON
- There's gonna be a time where I'm
- not gonna be here, you know that
- right?
- ASH
- Well, if it's any consolation, I
- found this.
- She takes out a Gameboy Advanced SP from her front pocket.
- Don's eyes widen. He stops cleaning the dishes and dries his
- hands on his jeans.
- He opens it up and looks at the cartridge in it.
- DON
- (softly)
- Sweetie, was there a charger with
- it?
- Don reaches out for it.
- ASH
- Five dollars.
- DON
- You fuckin' serious?
- ASH
- No.
- She smirks at him then passes it.
- Don takes out the cartridge.
- DON
- Pokemon Sapphire...
- His eyes look down.
- ASH
- Can I have it, dad?
- Don looks down. His gaze goes blank.
- IND PERSON 1 (O.S.)
- Can I have it? I'll give it back.
- He shakes his head.
- DON
- Yeah, sure Ash- Not a uh...
- Problem. You can have it.
- A knock at the door. The clock on the microwave reads,
- "12:00".
- Don reaches into the side of his waistband and takes out his
- Colt Defender.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Ash, get away from the door.
- ASH
- Dad?
- Don gets in front of her and keeps his gun trained at the
- door.
- DON
- Who's there?!
- IND PERSON 2 (O.S.)
- Delivery service.
- The footsteps move away from the door.
- Don keeps the gun against the door and looks through the
- peephole.
- He looks into it. A figure wearing jeans and a hoodie runs
- down the staircase.
- Don opens the door, his weapon aimed forward.
- A yellow envelope sits on the ground below.
- Don holsters his gun and takes it.
- DON
- Ash-
- Don stops. He opens the envelope.
- Pictures of Ash going into class appear. They all carry red
- Xes on them.
- More photos appear as he looks through them.
- ASH
- Dad, what is it?
- DON
- Fuck.
- Don's eyes widen.
- ASH
- Dad? Talk to me!
- Ash looks at him with concern.
- Don goes into his room and closes the door behind him.
- DON'S ROOM
- Don sits at his desk and dumps out the pictures in front of
- him.
- He places his hands on his head as he starts to look through
- all of them.
- DON
- Oh, no. No, no, no...
- He lays them all out.
- The photos are all time stamped with the Don and Ash's
- routine. Ash works on her car in one photo.
- In another, Don is out on a run.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Fuck.
- Don buries his head in his hands.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (whispering)
- I can't fucking help them- But I
- can get Ash out of this. I die,
- they have nothing and no one to
- leverage anymore...
- Don takes his gun out of his waistband and puts it to the
- side of his skull. Tears roll down his eyes.
- He takes a deep breath then-
- A knock at the door.
- ASH (O.S.)
- Dad?
- Don exhales and puts the gun back on the table. His eyes
- widen.
- DON
- (muttering)
- Oh god, I almost blew my head off.
- Don looks at the door.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Y-Yeah, sweetheart?
- ASH
- There's still food in the fridge if
- you were looking for it.
- DON
- I'll uh... Yeah, I'll be out there
- in a sec.
- ASH (O.S.)
- You need me to call the cops?
- Don stops and takes a moment.
- DON
- I don't think they'll be able to
- help us, Ash.
- Don unlocks the bottom of his desk with a key and throws the
- pictures into it then relocks it.
- DON (CONT’D)
- She'll find it- I need her to.
- Don stands up and opens the door.
- MAIN APARTMENT
- DON
- Hey.
- Ash cocks an eyebrow at him.
- ASH
- Dad, what the fuck is going on?
- Don just shakes his head.
- DON
- The less you know the safer you'll
- be.
- ASH
- What the fuck does that mean?!
- DON
- I'll tell you later.
- Ash rolls her eyes.
- ASH
- It's always fucking like this with
- you, dad! You're gonna get into
- trouble and-
- She lets off an angered scream as she goes into her room and
- slams the door.
- Don just looks forward with a tired stare.
- CUT TO:
- INT. CAFETERIA - DAY
- Don just eats and reads a book on his phone.
- Michelle walks over.
- MICHELLE
- HIYA MIKEE!
- She carries a smile on her face and sits in front of him. Don
- gives a dejected look.
- MICHELLE (CONT’D)
- What's wrong Mikee? Hey.
- DON
- Did you know?
- She cocks heard head sideways.
- MICHELLE
- Mike, what- what are you talking
- about?
- Don leans in.
- DON
- The damn kids.
- Michelle's eyes widen, then look down away from him.
- MICHELLE
- ...I didn't know.
- He takes a moment, then stares her dead in the eyes.
- Don leans in.
- DON
- (whispering)
- You're fucking lying to me.
- MICHELLE
- (whispering)
- Think of your daughter, Mikee. You
- really want her to end up dead
- because of you? Keep your mouth
- shut, your head down, and your
- wallet's gonna thank you for it.
- Don scowls at her and leans back.
- Matthews approaches and stops with a plate of food.
- MATTHEWS
- Ah, Mister Paulsen! I see you've
- met the love of my life.
- Don winces at this.
- MATTHEWS (CONT’D)
- Hey there, baby.
- He gives Michelle a kiss. She blushes and giggles.
- DON
- Y'know, I ain't hungry anymore.
- He stands up, throws his food in the trash, and puts his tray
- on top of it.
- He walks out to
- EXT. SMOKING AREA - DAY
- Don stands out on a balcony. Chairs and tables sit about,
- some employees eat their meals while they look out at the
- city in front of them.
- He looks out at the city in front of him.
- Don looks to his side.
- Conrad stands there, takes a pack of Lucky Strikes out of his
- pocket, and lights one.
- DON
- Reminds me a lot of LA. Crowded and
- a pain in the ass to get around.
- CONRAD
- It's just the city, try Sedona
- sometime.
- DON
- Maybe I will.
- Conrad looks at him.
- CONRAD
- You're different now.
- Don rolls his eyes in annoyance.
- DON
- Living the American dream.
- CONRAD
- Right. With that Mustang of yours
- and all.
- Don shoots a look at the cigarette.
- DON
- Can you spare one?
- Conrad nods at this and passes him one.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Haven't had one of these in a
- while.
- Conrad lights his cigarette.
- CONRAD
- You never much mentioned anything
- about having a sister.
- DON
- I didn't like to talk her about
- her. Still don't.
- CONRAD
- Shit upbringing?
- DON
- Something like that.
- Conrad nods.
- CONRAD
- Come to think of it, you never
- mentioned much about living in Cali
- either. She always talks about it,
- about "I went to UCLA and do you
- know what that means?"
- Don just shakes his head.
- DON
- I don't like talking about it.
- Don finishes his cigarette and throws it into the ash tray
- next to him.
- He goes back inside to
- INT. MEETING ROOM - DAY
- Don stands there.
- His eyes look tired.
- He sits next to Chavez. A turned on projector sits with a
- desktop open.
- MATTHEWS
- Tonight's bank duty, we're handling
- security for the Ward Bank in
- Tempe. We're not expecting any
- trouble, but you gentlemen know
- what to do if any comes along.
- He pulls up map of the bank. It has two stories.
- MATTHEWS (CONT’D)
- Paulsen takes the first floor.
- Chavez, you got the second floor.
- Cleaning crew should be gone by the
- time you guys get there so you
- won't have anyone coming through.
- We're not expecting any after hours
- deliveries either.
- The two look at this.
- MATTHEWS (CONT’D)
- Any questions?
- Silence from the room.
- MATTHEWS (CONT’D)
- Good. Dismissed.
- Don turns to step out.
- MATTHEWS (CONT’D)
- And Paulsen?
- He turns back.
- MATTHEWS (CONT’D)
- You know the rules.
- Don's fists clench up as he walks out and slams the door
- behind him.
- CUT TO:
- INT. BANK - NIGHT
- Don walks through the second floor of a bank, rifle in hand.
- DON
- (singing)
- Every night, I hope and
- pray... A dream, lover
- will come my way! A girl
- to hold in my arms, and
- hold the magic of her
- charms...
- CHAVEZ (O.S.)
- (earpiece)
- Paulsen? Shut the fuck up, homes.
- Don sighs.
- DON
- (into earpiece)
- Sorry man, force of habit. Shit's
- boring down here.
- CHAVEZ
- Fuck, homes.
- Don walks around and holds a flashlight in his hand. His AR
- is slung in front of him.
- Bright light appears behind him.
- DON
- (into earpiece)
- Be advised, think I got something
- over here.
- CHAVEZ (O.S.)
- (earpiece)
- I'm checking on it too, standby.
- Don stays on his patrol but checks behind him.
- A crash comes from the front of the bank. The alarm sounds.
- DON
- Fuck!
- Don puts his light in his pocket and raises his rifle.
- Gunshots ring out at the front of the bank.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (into earpiece)
- Chavez, what's your status?
- Silence.
- The gunfire ceases.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Fuck... Fuck.
- Don turns his light off and takes cover behind a cubicle.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Here we go.
- IND GANG MEMBER 1 (O.S.)
- (echoing)
- Find the second one, there's
- supposed to be two guards!
- Don pops his rifle out from around the corner and places its
- dot on the stairwell.
- DON
- (muttering)
- Come on up gentlemen...
- He takes a deep breath.
- Don sees the shadow of a man coming up the stairs in the
- light and trains his dot on it. Don crouches behind a
- cubicle.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (muttering)
- Death, surrounds... My heartbeat's
- slowing down...
- The red dot in front of him shakes as he takes another deep
- breath.
- Don flicks his safety off.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (muttering)
- ...Won't take this world's abuse...
- The first one stands makes his way up. Don takes cover behind
- the cubicle as the light shines around.
- IND GANG MEMBER 1
- Got nothing here.
- DON
- (muttering)
- Won't give up or refuse...
- IND GANG MEMBER 2
- Search around, he's around here.
- The light shines away. Don pops back out, rifle in hand. He
- takes a breath as one moves up the staircase.
- Don places his finger on the trigger.
- A figure turns, in one hand, he holds a flashlight.
- DON
- (muttering)
- This is how it feels when you're
- bent and broken...
- In the other, the carries a handgun.
- Don watches another one appear behind him.
- He places his red dot on the first one's chest and pulls the
- trigger. The light shines on his face. The figure raises his
- gun-
- Don places two shots into his chest. He falls back as the
- other takes cover under the staircase.
- IND GANG MEMBER 2
- HE GOT DANIEL, WEY!
- Don switches pushes forward.
- DON
- (muttering)
- This is how it feels when you're
- dignity's stolen...
- He turns on his light. The strobe flashes as the other gang
- member pops his hand out and starts firing his handgun
- blindly toward Don.
- Don takes cover behind the cubicle. Rounds fly through the
- cubicle as he peers out.
- IND GANG MEMBER 2
- GET ME ANOTHER CLIP, MAN!
- Don rushes forward. His rifle points forward. He sees another
- gang member's shadow running away, the car's headlight
- illuminates his escape.
- Don runs over to the ledge overlooking the bank's front door
- and fires two rounds into the gang member's back.
- He falls down. Two of the gang members run back to the van.
- Don fires into the windshield. The van floors the engine in
- reverse and drives off.
- Don reaches into his pocket, takes out his phone and dials
- 911.
- 911 OPERATOR (O.S.)
- 911, what is your emergency?
- DON
- There's been a shooting, please
- send help. I'm at 3rd and Central.
- I'm an armed guard for Sentinel
- Securities wearing blue jeans, a
- tan vest, and a tan boots.
- He hangs up.
- Utter silence.
- Police lights show themselves in the distance.
- Don looks down at the gang member next to him.
- The gang member has a sucking chest wound and gasps for air.
- Don looks down at the gangster for a moment and his eyes
- widen.
- The two look at each other.
- Don closes his eyes, shakes his head, and makes his way down
- the flight of stairs.
- For a moment, Don takes in the carnage...
- ...Only to puke at the aftermath of it all on the side of the
- staircase.
- Don walks through the bank and goes down the bloodstained
- staircase.
- The blood leads to the front of the bank.
- Don's face changes to that of concern.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Chavez?
- Don looks through the bank and checks behind the staircase. A
- pool of blood lies behind the staircase. Don coughs some
- more, going into a fit.
- Don walks over.
- He's shot to hell, with one more bullet in his skull.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Fuck.
- The police lights come closer.
- Don takes off his rifle and throws it on the ground, then
- unholsters his handgun and throws that down.
- He walks forward, his hands up as he walks out- The blinding
- light leads him to
- EXT. BANK - NIGHT
- Three cruisers surround the bank.
- Steele points a shotgun at Don with OFFICER BAYLEY TURNER,
- (26).
- Turner points a rifle at him.
- STEELE
- Hands in the air!
- Don places his hands up in silence. Don's hands shake as the
- world seems to move slow around him.
- STEELE (CONT’D)
- Walk towards me!
- Don walks forward, his hands still up.
- Don's hands shake.
- Don passes the door of a police cruiser.
- STEELE (CONT’D)
- Stop!
- Steele approaches Don.
- STEELE (CONT’D)
- What happened?
- Two officers rush past him with long guns.
- DON
- I need an ambulance and a lawyer.
- STEELE
- Come on, you can talk to me.
- Don just gives a look of fatigue.
- Steele nods. His radio comes to life.
- TURNER (O.S.)
- (radio)
- Dispatch, 1535 scene is 98, send
- for medical.
- The ambulance arrives.
- CUT TO:
- INT. AMBULANCE - NIGHT
- A police officer walks away.
- DON
- Thanks officer.
- HOLLY ROGERS, (29) looks him over.
- HOLLY
- You have a bullet in your vest.
- DON
- I do?
- Don undoes his vest and throws it down next to him. Three
- rounds
- HOLLY
- Hey, let me help you.
- Don sits up and takes his vest off, then his button up shirt.
- Under it, he wears a white T-shirt.
- Don lays back.
- DON
- Never caught your name.
- HOLLY
- Rogers. Holly Rogers.
- Don raises his shirt.
- DON
- Donovan Paulsen.
- HOLLY
- This happen before?
- Don's back shows old scars.
- He shrugs.
- DON
- Something like that.
- She closes the ambulance doors.
- HOLLY
- Do me a favor, take your shirt off
- for me, will ya?
- Don does so. A leather necklace with a tied ring sits below
- his neck. He takes it in his hand and looks at it.
- DON
- (muttering)
- Jackie...
- Holly gives him a look of concern.
- HOLLY
- Hey-
- She reaches out her hand.
- Don looks back at her.
- DON
- I'm sorry about that-
- HOLLY
- I need to have a better look, turn
- on your stomach for me.
- Don does so.
- Holly presses her fingers into Don's back only for him to let
- out a cry of pain.
- DON
- FFFUCK! Ah, damn it!
- Tears well up in his eyes. Holly looks at his back.
- The ambulance door opens again.
- JONATHAN RATLIFF, (30) looks at Holly with a tired
- expression.
- RATLIFF
- We're good here, let's get him back
- to Summer Med.
- She nods at this.
- Ratliff closes the door.
- The driver's side door opens then closes. The ambulance
- starts. Don rolls over on his good side.
- He reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone.
- Don looks back at Holly. He motions to his phone.
- DON
- Hey am I good to use this?
- She nods at him.
- Don scrolls over to Ash's contact. It's a picture of a
- wrench.
- Don starts a call.
- The line rings.
- ASH (O.S.)
- (from phone)
- D-Dad? Why you calling this late?
- DON
- Hey uh- I-I got shot in the back.
- They're taking me to Summer
- Medical.
- ASH (O.S.)
- (phone)
- Again?! What the absolute fucking
- hell is wrong with you dad?!
- (voice cracking)
- What the hell am I supposed to do
- if...
- She hangs up.
- DON
- (phone)
- Ash, hey Ash?
- Don looks down and sighs, only to break out in a coughing
- fit.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Fuck, that hurts.
- Don puts his phone away and lays on his side.
- The radio comes on.
- DISPATCHER(O.S.)
- (radio)
- Any available RA units, requesting
- urgent medical for one Officer
- David Park and one Officer Lance
- Hawkins.
- Don's eyes widen.
- DON
- I think I know that guy.
- Don turns over and screams out in pain and breaks out in a
- coughing fit.
- DON (CONT’D)
- GAH, FUCK!
- Holly turns him back on his side.
- HOLLY
- Hey, stay the way you were.
- IND PARAMEDIC 1 (O.S.)
- (radio)
- Dispatch, Rescue seven en route.
- IND PARAMEDIC 2(O.S.)
- (radio)
- Dispatch, rescue nine en route.
- Don's eyes widen as he rolls on his back.
- He gives off a pained look.
- DON
- That's my friend...
- Don gives a look of fear.
- FLASHBACK
- EXT. DESERT MOUNTAIN - DAY
- Don drags Parks behind a Hummer with one arm. A rifle is
- slung around his shoulder
- DON
- (muttering)
- Zankoku na tenshi no you ni...
- Don pulls him behind the MRAP to safety.
- DAVID CHO, (21) begins to feel Parks's body to check for
- gunshot wounds.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (muttering)
- Shounen yo shinwa ni nare-
- Don looks at Parks's face one more time.
- INT. PARKS'S HOME - DAY
- Parks and Don have longer hair.
- Don and Jackie sit next to each other at their dinner table.
- A light above them illuminates the dining room.
- The four of them talk and laugh amongst themselves.
- Parks gives Don a look.
- PARKS
- You need anything, you call me,
- alright?
- Elena fills a wine glass for Parks.
- DON
- Like fuck I'll ever need your help,
- I'm set with my wife here.
- He holds Jackie's hand under the table and shoots her a grin.
- The group goes back to eating.
- END FLASHBACK.
- CUT TO:
- INT. INTENSIVE CARE UNIT - NIGHT
- Don is wheeled into an ICU.
- A nurse runs by as two paramedics rush in with Parks on a
- stretcher.
- Steele opens the doors into the emergency room.
- STEELE
- MAKE WAY, WE GOT A DOWNED OFFICER!
- She watches him get wheeled in as Don looks behind him.
- A team of doctors looks over Don.
- Don peers over. They transfer the IV into the hospital's
- bag.
- Don tries to sit up, only to end up on his side. He does it
- again and holds onto the IV stand next to him for leverage.
- DON
- Dave...
- The door to the ICU closes behind Don as he rolls back and
- looks up at the ceiling with another cough. He reaches for
- his phone once again.
- He looks at the contact:
- "Michelle".
- DON (CONT’D)
- Sis, remember when I dealt with
- your shitty drug dealer ex-
- boyfriend? You do this for me, and
- we're even.
- A moment of silence on the line.
- MICHELLE (O.S.)
- (phone)
- Yeah, what is it Mikee?
- FADE TO BLACK.
- INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT
- Don sits up in his bed.
- He reads Band of Brothers. Ash walks in.
- ASH
- What the hell is your problem, dad?
- DON
- You opted to come with me.
- Don sets the book down on the nightstand next to him.
- ASH
- I don't- Fucking christ, dad.
- There's another thing...
- Ash massages her eyes. Don cocks an eyebrow at this.
- DON
- Yeah?
- Ash takes a deep breath and looks down.
- ASH
- Mom's here.
- Don goes wide eyed and looks her dead in the eyes.
- DON
- She's what?
- She nods.
- ASH
- She's got a bunch of other cops
- with her.
- DON
- Oh, fuck. What'd they look like?
- Jackie comes into the room.
- JACKIE
- Way to keep yourself out of
- trouble, Donny.
- Don just looks down.
- DON
- What do you want?
- JACKIE
- Ashley, get the fuck out.
- Ash leaves and keeps her head down. She doesn't want
- DON
- Don't fucking talk to her-
- He takes a gasp for air.
- JACKIE
- Well, it's work related, otherwise
- I wouldn't be talking to you.
- Don nods.
- DON
- They send you out of anyone else.
- JACKIE
- I volunteered-
- DON
- ...To arrest me.
- Jackie rolls her eyes.
- JACKIE
- No, Don- I'm trying to investigate
- some things related to you. You
- work for Knight Pharma right? Some
- shit happened in Hartford, Don. The
- kind of shit involving kids.
- Don's eyes widen at this. He composes himself again.
- DON
- Fuck off Jackie, get me my lawyer.
- JACKIE
- Fine. Be that way then.
- She walks out.
- JACKIE (O.S.) (CONT’D)
- Go be with your dad, Ash.
- Ash walks back into the hospital room.
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