*Best if read along with casting sheet for Episode 2.

This is the second part (hour) of a 2 part double episode.

The Chosen
“Pilot Part 2”
Written by Jeremy Hudack

29) Ext. Street. New York City. Morning.

The camera opens on a man walking down the street past Rockefeller Center on 5 th Avenue in New York
City. He passes a man sitting on a bench reading a newspaper (which is nothing more than a white
plastic piece of paper that is computer oriented and loads the news on the paper in real time. This is said
to be a real thing by 2020). Across the street is the infamous St. Patrick’s Cathedral. The camera pans
around to reveal that it is Nick Tesla who is walking down the street. He looks at the church, hesitates,
then crosses the street and walks in. Once in there he looks around and finds a pew and then sits down in
it. This is where we see Matthew Tagalog (the Asian military man who walked out of the meeting two
days before). He is kneeling at a pew across from Nick. Nick notices and says:

Nick:
Psssst. Hey.

Matthew notices him and then looks back to the front. Nick realizes that Matthew doesn’t want to talk
and turns back to the front. The scene cuts to outside of the church a few moments later and we see
Matthew walking out and down the steps. Right after him, Nick comes out and says:

Nick:
Hey, you’re the guy from the meeting… with Jan Hanussen…

Matthew
Yeah… what do you want?

Nick:
Can’t a guy just give a friendly hello? So, you come here often?

Matthew doesn’t stop, he continues to walk and Nick keeps up with him. Matthew answers without
looking at Nick:

Matthew:
No, I’m from Portland.

Nick:
I meant more like…. to the house of God….
 Matthew:
Yeah, I guess.

Nick looks at him as Matthew is obviously not interested in conversation as he continues to walk to a
cross walk and is forced to stop because the “Don’t Walk” sign is flashing.

Nick:
Why did you walk out?

Matthew:
There’s just something not right about that old man or why he asked us there. You’re a smart man, a
scientist, right?

Nick nods.

Matthew:
Then you should have enough sense to realize that.

Nick:
He’s offering us 500 thousand dollars, man.

Matthew:
Is that where your morals end? With money?

Nick:
Hey, I’m a highly ethical guy… I’m a scientist you know? We live by a high code of ethics.

Matthew snidely laughs. He looks at Nick, who appears to be serious, and then decides to blow him off
and walk across the street in the opposite direction to get away from him. Nick doesn’t seem to like that
Matthew doesn’t believe him and he goes after him as he says:

Nick:
What? You think that’s funny?

Matthew:
What, I’m supposed to think you’re ethical because you were just in a church?

Nick:
No, of course not.

They reach the other side of the street and Nick grabs Matthew and spins him around.
 Nick:
I wasn’t in church because of my diluted belief of some higher being that controls my fate.

Matthew:
Then why were you there?

Nick:
It’s quiet. If you haven’t noticed, there isn’t a single quiet place in this city.

Matthew:
Funny you bring up fate, isn’t it?

Nick:
Why’s that?

Matthew:
Of all the churches in Manhattan you happen into the one where I am… into a pew across from where I
am praying.

Nick:
That’s a matter of chance… not fate.

Matthew:
You’re right…

Matthew hails a cab and gets in as he says:

Matthew:
Well, have a great life with your money, ethics and your chance…

Nick, looking a bit defeated and not like he is done with the conversation quickly says:

Nick:
Hey, look, I think we got off on the wrong foot here… let me buy you a cup of coffee… and maybe you
can persuade me to reconsider my involvement with the Benefactor.

Matthew turns around and then closes the door of the cab. He and Nick walk down the street past the
man with the plastic newspaper as the camera stays on the paper. We see the headline, “Reconstruction
of the Empire State Building to Resume 8 Years After the 2012 Incidents.” The camera cuts to:

30) Interior. Office. FBI 2012 Division. Washington D.C. Morning.

Subtitled: “Washington, DC”
The camera opens on Adrian as he walks through the doors of the 2012 Division office. He looks as if he
had gotten no sleep and he walks to his office and closes the door. He sits down at his desk and he sees a
note sitting there that reads, “Director General Snider wishes to see you in his office ASAP.” Adrian
picks up the note and puts it aside. Just then, Agent Foster knocks on the door. Adrian motions for him
to come in and he does. Agent Foster is holding a folder and has a grin on his face. He sits down across
from Adrian.

Adrian:
What you got for me?

Agent Foster:
How long have we been partners?

Adrian:
… um… 7 years now. Since the start of this division, basically.

Agent Foster:
Exactly. I’ve known every case that you’ve worked on, right?

Adrian:
Right.

Agent Foster:
Then what is this? Who are these people that you had me look into?

Adrian:
I told you it was a personal matter.

Agent Foster:
Personal? You’re my partner… your business is my business. Now what is this?

Adrian looks around his office at the lamp and the phone. He then gets up and motions for Agent Foster
to follow him. They leave the office and the camera cuts to the outside of the FBI building. Adrian walks
across the street to a hotdog stand and says:

Adrian:
What can I get you?

Agent Foster:
Answers, you know this cloak and dagger stuff gets me off… what’s up?
Adrian grabs his hotdog and sits down on a bench. Agent Foster follows.
Adrian:
I can’t talk about it in the office… I think Snider knows I’m up to something.

Agent Foster:
Which is?

Adrian:
I’m doing some off the grid work… for someone who… well, whose intentions are unclear.

Agent Foster:
Who is he?

Adrian:
Let’s keep that off the table for now. Point is he has me working with these people to look into some
information regarding JFK.

Agent Foster:
JFK? Why?

Adrian:
That’s what I’m trying to figure out. In all truth, there is something up with the JFK files… some of the
originals are blacked out and I really can’t figure out why.

Agent Foster holds up the folder and says:

Agent Foster:
And these are the people you’re working with?

Adrian:
Yeah.

Agent Foster:
I don’t get it… they range from scientists to translators.

Adrian:
It’s odd… to say the least.

Agent Foster:
So that’s why you had me do background checks… got it. I mean, I don’t really got it, but…

Adrian:
 Yeah, so?

Agent Foster:
Well, they all check out in terms of criminal and background checks…. Except for one.

Agent Foster holds up the folder and shows it to Adrian. Adrian opens it and looks at the first page. He
looks at it intently as he reads and he looks back at Agent Foster to explain.

Agent Foster:
He was on trial shortly after 2012… for murder.

Adrian:
Trial…

Agent Foster:
Apparently he was cleared of all charges; however, he was stripped of his clearance levels. He has some
sort of desk job now.

Adrian:
Who was the victim?

Agent Foster:
Get this, it was his commanding officer.

Adrian looks back down at the sheet. The camera cuts to the folder and we see that the person in
question is the military man, Matthew Tagalog.

Agent Foster:
There wasn’t enough evidence to convict or discharge him… but according to the files, it’s almost
without question that he killed the guy… Dude, the murder weapon was his military issued handgun and
they found traces of his commander’s blood on his uniform. Your guy killed him, no question.

Adrian looks back at the sheet and the camera focuses on the photo of Matthew Tagalog. Quick cut to:

------Commercial------

31) Interior. Abby’s Home. Silicon Valley, California. Morning.

Subtitled: “Silicon Valley, California”

The camera opens on Velma walking out of the back hallway into the main room with all the computers
monitors and technical equipment. Sitting at the main computation center is Abby. She spots Velma, who
is in her nightgown, and says:
 Abby:
Good morning, Ms. Logan! How did you sleep?

Velma:
Honestly, not that well…

Velma looks at Abby with a little contempt. Abby gets up and walks towards the kitchen.

Abby:
You want some coffee?

Velma:
Sure…

Abby disappears into the kitchen as Velma looks around. She spots a photo of Abby’s family on the wall.
It is her mother, father, younger sister, older sister and older brother. Velma looks at it then away as she
loudly says:

Velma:
Lovely looking family… must be nice to have such a large clan.

There is silence. Abby doesn’t answer. Velma continues looking at the wall where she sees the license for
Mercertech, Abby’s company. Pretending to have no idea about the business, Velma asks:

Velma:
What kind of business do you run, exactly?

From the kitchen we hear Abby say:

Abby:
It’s an information technology based business… more or less I design computer software.

Velma:
Seems lucrative.

Abby:
Oh it is.

Abby comes out of the kitchen with 2 cups of coffee and hands one to Velma as she says:

Abby:
 But it’s not enough.

Velma, now looking perturbed about the statement says:

Velma:
What do you mean not enough?

Abby:
After all the bills… I barely scrape by. Come on, Ms. Logan, we’re both standing in the same falling down
house… obviously I’m not rolling in it.

Velma:
What kind of bills?

Abby:
Mainly legal… but now that I have Ms. Millerick on my side I may actually profit… but then I still have the
medical bills…

Velma:
Ms. Millerick… she’s… on your side?

Velma says this almost as if Cassandra Millerick betrayed her from Velma’s previous flash.

Abby:
Of course, that’s why I agreed to help out with this endeavor.

Abby sits down across from Velma and motions for her to sit. Velma complies as Abby begins to look
sincere and says:

Abby:
I know who you are, Ms. Logan… and I know the contempt you must feel for me. I made your job
obsolete.

Velma:
How do…

Abby:
I checked into all of you when I found out who was involved. I know you worked for the UN and my
translating software took your job from you. You can find out anything about anyone on the internet…

Velma:
 I don’t think you understand how many lives you ruined… how many people lost their financial
wellbeing… some their families…

Abby looks down, ashamed as the red toned quick cut flash cuts to:

32) FLASHBACK. Supermarket. Silicon Valley, California. Day.

We see Abby standing at a checkout line and the cashier is looking at Abby with an annoyed expression
on her face. There are about 20 people in line behind her as Abby looks through the already bagged
groceries. She pulls out a box of cereal and a bag of chips.

Abby:
Without these, I should have enough…

Abby looks embarrassed as the cashier scans the products and puts them behind the counter.

Cashier:
You’re still 4 dollars and 34 cents over…

Abby, in dismay, goes back to the bags to remove something else when we see someone scan their credit
card past the automatic checkout panel on the register. The cashier takes the receipt and puts it in
Abby’s bag and says:

Cashier:
Have a nice day… Next!

Abby looks up and we see that it was the Benefactor who scanned his credit card. Abby looks up at him
unsure of why he just did that. The Benefactor just smiles at her and grabs her bags.

Eric:
You’re the blue hatchback, right?

Abby blankly looks at Erik Jan Hanussen and the camera cuts to:

33) FLASHBACK CONTINUED. Interior. Abby’s House. Silicon Valley, California. Day.

Eric is sitting on a chair next to the computer station chair where Abby is sitting. Eric is looking at the
framed photo of Abby’s family. Abby watches him sincerely look at the photo and says:

Abby:
You bought every share of stock in my company… that makes you my boss, right?
 Eric:
Not exactly, however, I have a great interest in your company.

Abby:
What does that mean?
Eric:
It means that I want to see you succeed… if you succeed, I succeed. The real question here is how can
you succeed when you have no capital left over to invest into new equipment to help you better your
software?

Abby:
That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out… no matter what I sell, the money goes to each of the parties
in the class action law suit.

Eric:
Yes, you still owe millions of dollars, don’t you?

Abby:
It was an accident Mr. Jan Hanussen… they aren’t the only ones who lost something that day…

When Abby suggests she lost something, she looks at the photo of her family.

Eric:
I know… and what has happened to you is a real shame, Abby. You are a very sweet girl.

Abby forces a smile and Eric hands the photo back to Abby.

Eric:
I will probably get killed by Cassandra… she’s my lawyer… by making this deal with you without talking
to her first, but she’s in London conducting some business for me. However, I don’t give a damn.

Eric smiles at Abby and she returns a smile.

Eric:
The translation software you showed me… it has potential to save a certain organization a lot of money
if they were to implement it. I’m speaking of the United Nations, Ms. Mercer.

Abby thinks about it and looks away for a moment. She then looks back at Eric and says:

Abby:
Lots of people would lose their jobs though, wouldn’t they?
 Eric:
They would lose them anyway once another company develops this, Abby. It’s the way of business. I’m
not where I am today without taking such actions. Just think, what you make from a sale like that… it
would be enough to pay off a majority of your settlement. You would even have enough left over to put
your sister into a better facility.

The camera focuses on Abby who is looking at the photo. The camera focuses on her one older sister in
the photo. Abby looks back up at the Benefactor and she nods slightly as the camera red tone quick cuts:

34) END OF FLASHBACK. Interior Abby’s Home. Silicon Valley, California. Morning.

Abby looks back up at Velma and says:

Abby:
You don’t understand… I had no choice. My family needed me. Surely, Ms. Logan, you can understand
that.

Velma looks down. Just then, Casey walks into the living room in a good mood.

Casey:
Morning, ladies!

Abby and Velma:

Good morning.

Velma:
Is Cynthia up yet?

Casey:
She’s on her phone… sounded like she was talking to her daughter… even though I find it hard to
imagine who would want to breed with her.

Abby:
Oh, I thought she was kinda nice.

Casey:
We are talking about the same woman here, right?

Abby shrugs and walks back to her computer after giving Velma a warm smile. Velma looks away as if
she didn’t acknowledge it. Casey notices the tension and moves the conversation along:

Casey:
 So what do we know about this Black Dahlia?

Abby pulls a lot of information up on the various monitors around the room.

Abby:
Well, I was up all night researching and I came across the original police reports.

Abby enlarges the police report on the main monitor. It reads that the Black Dahlia’s real name is
Elizabeth Short born July 24th, 1924 in Boston. Her body was found on January 15th, 1947 in a park in Los
Angeles. She was 22 years old at her death.

Abby:
They found her body mutilated. She was severed from the waist down with her cheeks cut open from
the corner of her mouth on both sides up to her ears. The top part of her body was posed with her arms
behind her back and…. she was bled out, completely.

Casey:
People are sick. Why would someone do that to her? She was just an aspiring actress, right?

Abby:
Apparently, however, some rumors were that she was a call-girl. She was missing for a week before they
found her body.

Velma:
I suppose we’re here because her murderer was never caught.

Abby:
Right. Hundreds of people were suspects, thousands of people were interviewed and 60 people came to
the police stating they had actually killed her.

Casey:
And none of them panned out?

Abby:
There were so many suspects and false accusations that the FBI and the LAPD were overloaded with
information.

Cynthia walks in without announcing herself and directly says:

Cynthia:
The way they cut her mouth open is called a “Glasgow Smile.” In Scotland, they would simply begin the
cuts in the corners of the mouth and then proceed to somehow torture the victim in some way so that
when they screamed… their faces would be torn to their ears.

Velma, looking sickened, sarcastically says:

Velma:
Lovely you could make it, Cynthia…

Cynthia:
Why is the Benefactor making us research this case? After 80 years of this being unsolved, what does he
expect us to find?

Casey:
You could ask the same about the JFK files.

Velma:
None of us are police… what are we supposed to come up with?

Abby:
I think that’s why he had Casey come… its statistically accurate that private investigators, including
journalists, aide in solving over 50% of unsolved cases.

Cynthia:
But what does this have to do with anything?

Casey:
We’re not here to ask questions. We’re here to solve them… So Abby, who were the main suspects?

Abby pulls it up on her computer and there is a list of 24 people. Cynthia’s head drops.

Cynthia:
You’re kidding me, right?

Abby:
Well, this was the original main list, but in the 1990’s they managed to narrow it down to these 14.

Abby hits a button and 14 names go away leaving 10.

Abby:
I ruled out these 5 due to improbability.
Abby hits another button leaving 5 names. The women all look at the list kind of lost. Abby hits the
button one more time and it leaves 3 names.

Abby:
The 2 I just removed have no kin or base in the area anymore. Finding anything on them would be near
impossible. It doesn’t rule them out, but for our sake of getting anything accomplished… I think it’s best
to start here.

The women examine the three remaining names which are George Hodel, Mark Hanson and Robert
Manley.

Cynthia:
Well, what do you have on them?

Abby:
George Hodel’s son is a retired LAPD detective who published a book claiming his father committed the
murders back in 1999. Mark Hanson has family in the San Diego area who claims he left letters
confessing to her murder. As for Robert Manley, he was committed to the…. (Abby pauses)… Patton
State Mental Hospital and died in 1986, but his daughter lives nearby. She claims she has documentation
that clears Manley of the murder, but knows who did it.

The woman all think. Cynthia finally comes to a conclusion.

Cynthia:
It’s about 5 hours to LA from here so we’ll hit those first. We’ll visit Hodel’s son and visit the Patton State
Hospital and see what documentation they have on Manley when he was committed. Something about
him going insane after this ordeal… it sticks out in my head… like Velma’s chest in that nightgown.

Velma looks down and quickly covers herself up.

Cynthia:
Casey and Velma can visit the LAPD guy and Abby and I will head to Patton State.

Very quickly, without hesitation, Abby abruptly says:

Abby:
No! …. I will, uh, I’ll stay here in case you guys need me to research something. You guys can manage
without me, I’m sure.

Velma gives her a once over and then says:

Velma:
 I’ll stay behind as well; long car rides don’t work well for me.

Cynthia:
Suit yourselves, let’s go Casey. I’ll hit the officer and you hit the nuthouse.

Cynthia walks back down the hall. Casey turns to the other two and says:

Casey:
After 5 hours in a car alone with her, I may need to be committed to Patton State myself.

Casey goes to get her things as Velma stays and looks at Abby, who hasn’t looked right since the
mention of her going along. She’s in a daze. Velma continues to look at her with suspicion as the camera
cuts to:

-------Commercial-------

35) Interior. Office. Washington, DC. Morning.

We see someone holding a door open for Adrian. He walks through and into a rather posh office.

Adrian:
I see you’ve upgraded since last time I was in one of your offices.

The camera cuts to Arthur Kensington sitting at his desk. He smiles and waves Adrian in to sit down.
Adrian complies.
Kensington:
Well, when running for president, you need to maintain a certain image. (He flashes a grin)

Adrian:
I take it you already have something for me, then?

Kensington:
First you need to tell me why Director General Snider contacted me first thing this morning.

Adrian:
Oh, he did, did he?

Kensington:
Yeah, Adrian… who are you doing this for that you have the director of the FBI knocking down my door
before I’ve taken my morning dump?

Adrian:
 That doesn’t matter.

Kensington:
It does, Adrian. I have an image to keep as a candidate… I can’t go pissing off the FBI. I’m sorry, but I’ve
got nothing for you.

Adrian looks rather disappointed. He sits back in his chair and puts his hand on his chin. There is silence
until Adrian looks up at Kensington and crosses his legs.

Adrian:
I noticed on the news that you’re out of funding.

Kensington:
Yeah, things aren’t so great right now…

Adrian:
What if I told you that I’m only one phone call away from making it so that there’s no need for you to
sell your private jet… you know, so you can make all those small-town rallies that you desperately need
for votes?

Kensington sits back in his chair and looks at Adrian knowing he is offering a deal.

Kensington:
I’d say that you want this information more than I originally thought.

Adrian:
One call. That’s all it will take me… I will get you the biggest anonymous donation that you’ve ever seen
in your life.

There is silence as Kensington gives Adrian a once over. He reaches into his desk and pulls out a file and
throws it across the desk to Adrian. Adrian smiles and picks it up. He thumbs through it and looks at
Kensington a bit confused.

Adrian:
What am I supposed to do with this?

Kensington:
If you read it, you’ll see that Senator Williams was chair of the commission that released the documents.
Needless to say, the man can’t pass up an aged scotch… let alone a bottle of rubbing alcohol… I have it
under good authority that the information regarding the second and third shooters had something to do
with Soviet spies. It doesn’t negate the fact that the trajectory of the bullet that did JFK in was still
positioned from the library where Oswald was…. However…. The third bullet that hit him in the head
 was never found… and initial reports that were blacked out on that page suggested a different bullet
took his head off.

Adrian:
I figured as much, but these other two suspects were Russian?

Kensington:
Just one, the woman who they called Agent Zero. They have no idea her real name, but she was
someone that the government watched very closely. There were reports that she was actually there the
day of the shooting… and get this… she was spotted on the grassy knoll by the Secret Service, but when
they went to apprehend her, she was long gone.

Adrian:
Really?

Kensington:
None of that was ever documented, but word of mouth. Still, it doesn’t explain the bullet. Unless she
had a remote controlled bullet, Oswald was your shooter. I mean, the Soviets had some advanced guns…
but come on.

Adrian thinks deeply. Very deeply. Kensington laughs and looks at him as he says:

Kensington:
Adrian, seriously… you can’t fight ballistics. What are you thinking?

Adrian:
Advanced artillery. It’s true, they did…

Kensington:
Even so… they’ve proved time and again that the bullet could not have come from the grassy knoll.

Adrian:
Not with a conventional weapon, no… or a conventional sniper for that matter.

Adrian gets up and begins to walk out of the room like he is on a mission.

Kensington:
What do you know about Russian weaponry in the 1960’s… or snipers for that matter. You work in
collecting intelligence.

Adrian:
I don’t, but I know someone who does.
Adrian stops at the door and turns back to Kensington.

Adrian:
You’ll be getting your money this afternoon. Thanks again, Arty.

Adrian closes the door and Kensington is left sitting at his desk somewhat dumbfounded as he lets out a
sigh and smiles delightfully.

36) Interior. Coffee Shop. New York City. Morning.

Subtitle: “New York City”

Matthew and Nick are sitting in a coffee shop. It seems they have already been in conversation as Nick
says:
Nick:
I was while I was growing up. My mother found it to be of extreme importance… I guess once my father
died and I was in graduate school… I just stopped believing.

Matthew:
That’s when most people stop, in times of great crisis. Those are the times when you need it more than
anything. I’m not a religious fanatic or anything, but everyone needs something to believe in.

Nick:
Well, I guess I believe in science.

Matthew:
Before 2012 I never really thought about it… but after… I needed God.

Nick:
So what happened to you that day? You know, THE day.

Matthew looks away quickly. Nick notices this and after a moment of no response, Nick asks:

Nick:
Why did you walk out of the room yesterday?

Matthew:
I thought I made that rather clear… I’m not going to be involved in something that compromises my
belief system for money.

Nick:
How do you know you’d have to compromise anything?
 Matthew:
Because, I made a deal with the devil.

Nick looks at Matthew strangely because Matthew seemed sincere in his statement. The camera focuses
on Matthew’s seriousness as the camera red tone quick cuts to:

37) FLASHBACK. Interior. Courtroom. Day.

Matthew is standing in front of a judge’s bench wearing his military uniform. The judge looks down at
Matthew and says:

Judge:
According to the documentation, Captain Tagalog, I have no choice but to initiate deportation
proceedings. The boy has no legal guardian or reason to remain in the United States of America and
seeing that he is a minor, he has no recourse to obtain the proper paperwork until you can prove to the
court that you are his only remaining family. He is going back to the Philippines and will remain in the
custody of his mother.

Matthew looks defeated as he says:

Matthew:
You don’t understand… she’s not fit to…

Judge:
That’s not my problem, Captain Tagalog. This session is adjourned.

The judge bangs her gavel and Matthew just stands there with a blank look on his face as the judge
leaves the room. He turns back and looks at a young boy (played by Jordan Nagai) sitting in the first row
of the courtroom. He stares at him as if he’s heartbroken then looks down. The camera cuts to:

38) FLASHBACK CONTINUED. Interior. Church. Day.

The camera opens on Matthew sitting in a confessional. The camera view is from that of the priest’s
point of view through the grate between them that is supposed to leave the person confessing some
form of anonymity. Matthew meekly says:

Matthew:
Why would he let this happen? Why would he send Eduardo back there… to that hell?

Priest:
 My son, the boy doesn’t belong to you. Maybe it’s the Lord’s divine will to have the boy be with his
mother.

Matthew:
She can’t sustain herself, let alone this child… she’s just a child herself…

Priest:
Protest the courts further…

Matthew:
I’ve taken it as far as it can go… he’s to leave in a month.

Priest:
He works in mysterious ways… everything happens for a reason…

There is a silence and Matthew turns towards the divider and through the grate. His expression turns
from sorrow to anger as he says through his teeth:

Matthew:
That’s all you got?? Mysterious ways?! Look, God can punish me for what I did… punish me, not that
innocent boy who has no chance back in the Philippines!

Priest:
(Calmly) Please, quiet your voice, there’s no need for anger…

Matthew:
The hell there’s not! I’ve devoted myself to God! I’ve repented for my sins repeatedly since 2012… What
do I need to do for his forgiveness?! Eduardo shouldn’t be punished for my sins!

Priest:
Son…

Matthew:
I’m not your son, damn it! Damn him! I’m done with him!

With that, Matthew slams the confessional door open and rips his rosary beads from his neck and throws
them across the church. He storms towards the exit and outside. He stomps down the sidewalk where he
proceeds to punch the stone archway that leads to the street. He pulls back in pain as he looks at his
hand which is now bleeding. Suddenly, someone hands him a handkerchief. He looks up and standing
there is Cassandra in a fire-red dress, red heels and red scarf around her head with sunglasses on.

Matthew:
 Who are you?

Cassandra:
I’m going to help you keep your nephew in the country.

Matthew just looks at her as she removes her sunglasses and smiles at him.

Cassandra:
I’m going to need that handkerchief back, by the way.

She pushes her sunglasses back on. The camera focuses on his face as it red tone quick cuts back to:

39) END OF FLASH. Interior. Coffee Shop. New York City. Morning.

The camera is focused on Nick as he says:

Nick:
Well, I’d go with calling Ms. Millerick a bitch, but devil works too.

Matthew doesn’t smile. Nick says in a hypothetical way, which you can tell he doesn’t believe it himself:

Nick:
Well, to be honest with you, maybe this is fate just intervening. Maybe God presented you with the offer
of her help to keep your nephew with you… maybe you just passed up a direct offer from God.

Matthew:
Somehow, I doubt that… besides, it’s too late now. I walked out…

Right then, Matthew’s cell phone rings. He looks down at it and all we see is “Video Mail Message.” He
calls it and we see who it is via the video chat. It’s Adrian and his message says:

Adrian:
Captain Tagalog, Adrian Rezek here… we met yesterday. I need you to get on the first flight to Dallas.
Tickets are already bought; it leaves at 10 a.m. from JFK. Flight 316.

The message ends and Matthew looks up at Nick who has a smirk on his face.

Nick:
How’s that for fate?

The camera cuts back to Matthew as he just sits there, then cuts to:
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40) Interior. Patton State Hospital. Patton, California. Noon.

Subtitled: “Patton, California”

The scene opens with Casey sitting in an office. The office is very drab and seemingly cold. The camera
turns to the door where we see an older woman walk in. Casey stands to shake her hand and the woman
complies then takes a seat behind her desk.

Doctor:
It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone come in poking around about Red.

Casey:
Sorry, Red?

Doctor:
Robert Manley… he had the nickname Red. Anyway, what brings you here today? I’ve told journalists
over the years that there is nothing out of the ordinary about his case. He was brought here in 1954 and
died here in 1986. He suffered paranoia and psychotic delusions.

Casey:
He heard voices, then?

Doctor:
And on occasion, he saw people too. His delusional behavior warranted some experimental drug testing
in the late 60’s, but they seemed to only make his condition worse, so he was removed from the trials.

Casey:
Has he ever said anything about Elizabeth Short…

Doctor:
If you are referring to the Black Dahlia, I’m not at liberty to say. He still has family and they wish to keep
his documentation under confidentiality. You’d need some sort of court order to get that information.
Who exactly do you work for, Ms. Christina?

Casey:
I work for a private investigative firm… that has vast resources.

Casey says “vast resources” in a suggestive way to imply money. The doctor looks at her and scolds
Casey with her eyes as she closes the file and stands up.

Doctor:
 I think we’re done here, Ms. Christina. I will have someone escort you out.

Casey stands as the doctor opens the door and walks Casey out. There is a security guard down the hall
and the doctor motions for him to come here. The doctor looks at Casey and says:

Doctor:
Have a good day, Ms. Christina…

The doctor turns and walks down the hall. The security guard reaches Casey and she looks around at
what to do.

Security Guard:
This way, ma’am.

Casey grabs at her pocket and pretends to search for something. She then looks up at the guard and
says:
Casey:
Silly me, I forgot my cell phone on the doctor’s desk… I’ll just go grab that.

Security:
I’ll get it for you.

He unlocks the door and enters the office. Casey follows him in and she notices him looking around the
desk for the phone, which she hasn’t forgotten. Quickly, she takes the phone out of her pocket, sits it on
the floor then slides it across the floor with her foot so that it’s on the other side of the doctor’s desk.

Casey:
Oh! There it is! On the floor, over there.

The guard looks and sees the phone on the floor and as he bends over to pick it up, Casey smoothly grabs
the folder containing Red’s information and slides it inside of her jacket. The guard retrieves the phone
and hands it to Casey. She smiles as the camera cuts to:

41) Exterior. Inside of car. Patton State Hospital. Patton, California. Noon.

Casey opens the file and she sees photos of Red and she looks through the files. We see over and over
highlighted words. The words that are noted are: “Black Dahlia, Conspiracy, Boston, Cloverleaf,
Rainbow, Norfolk” and the names, “Elizabeth, Sampson, Raymond, Yvette, Orson, JoCot, Nicholas and
Ernest.” Each instance of those names, places and things are highlighted over and over. At the bottom of
the page we see a photo (on casting sheet) of a strange symbol carved into the walls of “Red’s” room.
Casey looks at it all and then she notices a DVD-like disc in the back of the folder. She takes it out and
then pops it into her car’s DVD player and it opens with a man sitting in a chair. It’s Red. The DVD
camera does a once-over of Red’s body and we see the same symbol from above and it’s carved into his
arms, chest and legs over and over (you can find the symbol on the casting sheet). Casey watches
intently as we hear a loud “tap, tap, tap.” Casey jumps and she looks out her window and we see the
security guard standing there with the doctor from earlier. Through the glass we hear the doctor say:

Doctor:
I believe you have something that belongs to me…

Casey stares out the window at the pissed off doctor as the camera cuts to:

42) Exterior. Dealey Plaza. Dallas, Texas. Afternoon.

Subtitled: “Dallas, Texas”

We see Adrian standing alongside the street looking at the spot where JFK was assassinated. He has his
arms crossed as if he’s thinking. He then looks up at the Dallas Country Administration Building which
used to be the Texas School Book Depository from where Oswald shot the president. Just then, behind
him we see Matthew Tagalog walk up. Adrian turns around and extends his hand. They shake as Adrian
says:

Adrian:
I’m glad to see you changed your mind.

Matthew:
I haven’t changed anything yet… (He looks around)… I see you’re hot on the trail.

Adrian:
If the trail has a dead end, then this is it…

Matthew:
What did you call me here for?

Adrian:
From what I understand, you know your way around a gun.

Adrian says this with a glimmer of hint in his voice acknowledging that he may know about Matthew’s
sorted past in regards to the shooting of his commanding officer. Matthew glares back at Adrian and
says:
Matthew:
I’m not sure what you mean.

Adrian:
 Your service in the Marines… I understand you something of an artillery and ammunition scholar. You
took classes after your mandatory service at various government affiliated universities… as well as
private government operated institutions that required certain levels of security clearance.

Matthew:
I did. I don’t have that clearance anymore due to my transfer of position within the military.

Adrian:
Are you aware of the history and technology of Cold War era handheld firearms?

Matthew:
Somewhat, there were a few history classes I’ve taken. Where are you going with this?

Adrian:
I have it under good authority that there may have been a second shooter… who was female and a
Soviet Spy. She was here… actually, right over there (he points to the grassy knoll) the day it happened.

Matthew:
I read the files you sent to me on the phone. The bullet came from up there (he points at the book
depository). They’ve been over this in the Warren reports and everything else… what do you possibly
have that you think could negate the findings?

Adrian:
That’s what I thought you could help me with. Is there any way that the bullet could have come from the
grassy knoll?

Matthew:
No… unless the shooter could curve the bullet in a downward spiral so that when it went into Kennedy’s
neck and out the front to hit the governor in front of him, then ricochet off the governor’s rib to hit him
in the thigh.

Adrian:
What did you just say?

Matthew:
It would have to spiral downwards…

Adrian:
No, after that….

Matthew:
… through his neck, into the governor, ricochet…
Adrian throws his hands up right there and looks up at Matthew as if he has had an epiphany.

Adrian:
I have no doubt in my mind that Oswald shot the second shot that hit the president and the governor,
but there are doubts about the third shot… the one that took the back of his head off. Ballistic speaking,
if it were the same caliber of bullet that Oswald fired, the bullet would cause the brain to blow
backwards out of the president’s head in the same place that it entered. Like they said in the reports,
right?

Matthew:
Yeah, the sheer power of the caliber would cause his brain to exit where the bullet entered… from
Oswald’s gun.

Adrian:
What if that’s not true… what if there were a second shooter that fired a different weapon that entered
the front of the president’s head causing the brain tissue to be blown out the back? A lower caliber…
normal gun.

Matthew:
I suppose that could happen… but…

Adrian:
…but It would have to ricochet because from the knoll, the back of his head would have flew to the left,
not straight back. As a sharpshooter, could you in theory, shoot a gun at a target so that it ricochets and
hits a secondary target exactly where you would it to impact?

Matthew pauses. He thinks for a moment. He shakes his head in a disbelieving manner and says:

Matthew:
In theory, but you’d have to be one hell of a sharpshooter. Why would they have to ricochet the bullet?

Adrian:
To throw off the investigation or because there wasn’t an open shot… or type of gun… There was a shot
before the one that hit the president in the neck too, you know. They never found that bullet or the
third one. Maybe this person fired once, missed, Oswald was a backup then this person shot a third time
not realizing that Oswald had actually hit the president in the neck…

Adrian grabs Tagalog by the arm and drags him to the grassy knoll. He stands in an exact spot, pulls out
his iPad like-device and calls someone on his cell phone. The person answers and its Abby in California.
She says:
Abby:
 Agent Rezek, so good to see you.

Adrian:
Hello, Abby… I can’t talk small talk, but I need you to connect to my handheld and pull up a satellite map
of the area I’m in. I’m going to point my handheld in certain directions and what I need you to do is
access the direction, then make a straight trajectory from my device to a central point of where JFK was
in his limo as he was shot in the head. I’m looking for possible ricochet points so that when the
trajectory of the bullet hits the ricochet point, it would end up at that spot on the road where Kennedy
was hit. Can you do that?

Abby:
I already loaded it as you were talking, I’m linked up… go ahead, shoot! (She giggles)

Adrian begins pointing his device exactly to the point where JFK was in the limo, then he turns and aims
the device in various other directions. We can see on his handheld the format in which he is doing this
(turn to the casting sheet for an example).

Abby:
Nothing yet…. Wait! Stop! There… right where you’re aiming….

Adrian looks forward at where he is aiming, but there is nothing there… nothing there for the bullet to
hit off of.

Adrian:
There’s nothing there. How could it ricochet off of something when there is nothing there?

Abby looks at her computer and then it dawns on her.

Abby:
I’m using an exact map of how the plaza was back in 1963. According to my map, there was a stone
column there… in the exact place it would need to be for the bullet to actually ricochet and directly hit
the president from that angle… The column was removed later that year. Wait… it was removed only 3
days after the incident.

Adrian:
I think I know who did it.

Abby turns to Velma and Matthew looks at Adrian then the camera cuts to the handheld device with the
bullet trajectory (again, look at casting sheet). The camera cuts to:

43) Exterior. Robert Manley’s Daughter’s Home. Burbank, California. Afternoon.

The camera is focused on Casey standing outside of her car as Cynthia pulls up behind her. Cynthia gets
out of her car and walks up to Casey.

Cynthia:
Remind me to never rent a car again…

Casey:
What did you find out from George Hodel’s son?

Cynthia:
Nothing… except that he told me to buy the book if I wanted to find out anything. Then he offered to sell
me an autographed copy. (Cynthia hands Casey the book) Happy reading!

Casey:
Well, forget about him. I think this Red guy knew something. I got a look at his files from the institution
and there is some weird stuff in there. I’m going to call Conor and have him come out here to LA… he
has more tools than I have when it comes to digging into people’s pasts. I mean, he owns his own
private investigative firm.

Cynthia:
I’ll call him, you go find out what his daughter knows.

Casey nods and she walks up to the house as Cynthia calls Conor on her video phone. He answers and
appears to be sitting in the driver’s seat of a car.

Cynthia:
We need you in LA.

Conor:
Oh, can’t the investigative reporter find out what she needs without me?

Cynthia:
Put it back in your pants… this isn’t a measuring contest. How soon can you get here?

Conor:
Lucky for you, I’m already here. I had to fly out for business. Send me your location and I can be there
within an hour.

This is a lie, in part one, we saw Conor on the same flight as the women to San Francisco following them.

Cynthia:
Rather convenient that you just happened to have business in LA the same day we flew out here.
 Conor:
Ms. Brand, I assure you… not all men are as bad as your ex-husband or Agent Rezek. There are some of
us left that you can trust.

At that point, Cynthia disconnects with Conor and puts her phone in her pocket. She looks frazzled and a
bit angry. This is the first time we’ve seen Cynthia so vulnerable. The camera focuses on her face as the
red toned quick cut:

44) FLASHBACK. Interior. Cynthia’s Home. Newport, Rhode Island. Night.

The camera opens on Cynthia lying in a pool of her own blood as there is a man screaming in the
background. She looks badly beaten and the amount of blood lost looks substantial. She manages to
crawl to the phone across the room and dial 9-1-1. An agent answers and Cynthia barely gets out:

Cynthia:
Help, he’s… he’s trying to kill me.

She drops the phone and the camera cuts to:

45) FLASHBACK CONTINUED. Interior. Hospital. Providence, Rhode Island. Day.

Cynthia is hooked up to several machines and appears to be sleeping. She begins to wake up and as she
does her eyes look heavy, until she sees a man(played by Paul Lieber) sitting next to her bed. Once she
spots him, her eyes widen and she looks panicked and her heart monitor begins to jump.

Man:
Calm down, Cynthia… you’re in the hospital.

Just then, Cassandra walks into the room dressed in a black pant-suit. She walks over to Cynthia and
stands next to her as she looks at the man and says:

Cassandra:
Mr. Brand… have the police had any luck finding the man who broke into your home?

Mr. Brand:
You’re from the DA’s office, right? No… but now that my wife is awake, maybe she can help identify
him…

Cynthia looks at Mr. Brand like he’s full of crap. He turns to Cynthia and says:

Mr. Brand:
 Isn’t that right honey? Remember, the man who broke in? The one who did this to you? (he winks)

Cynthia just lays there and then nods reluctantly then darts her eyes to Cassandra. Cassandra grabs
Cynthia’s hand and says:

Cassandra:
Don’t worry, Ms. Brand, we’ll get the guy who did this to you. (she looks at Mr. Brand) And we’ll make
sure he fries for what he has done. Can you give us a minute, Mr. Brand?

Mr. Brand gets up and he nods then kisses Cynthia on the forehead.

Mr. Brand:
I won’t ever leave your side, you understand that, Cynth. We’ll get this guy.

He walks out and Cassandra bluntly says to Cynthia:

Cassandra:
Why are you protecting him?

As she continues to talk, she grabs a bandage from the table. She proceeds to remove one of Cynthia’s
blood soaked bandages and replaces it with the new one. She places the old one in her pocket.

Cassandra:
I know what it’s like to be an in abusive relationship. There are ways out.

Cynthia:
Who are you?

Cassandra:
I know your secret. I know why you can’t leave him… He’ll rat you out if you do.

At the mention of the secret, Cynthia’s heart monitor begins to race again.

Cynthia:
Who are you?!

Cassandra:
What if I told you there’s a way to maintain your secret and get rid of him… permanently.

Cynthia swallows hard as Cassandra grins and looks right into Cynthia’s eyes. The camera focuses on
Cynthia as it red tone quick cuts to:
46) END OF FLASHBACK. Exterior. Robert Manley’s Sister’s Home. Burbank, California. Afternoon.

Cynthia snaps out of her daze and turns around walking towards the house. The camera spins around
and focuses on a car across the street. We see a man pop up from the window and remove his
sunglasses. It’s Conor. Cut to:
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47) Interior. Robert “Red” Manley’s Daughter’s Home. Afternoon.

Casey is looking at photographs of Red’s daughter on the mantle. She comes across a photo of Red with
two women and one of them resembles Elizabeth Short (Black Dahlia). Cynthia is sitting on a couch as a
woman in her mid 60’s comes out of the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee. She sits it down on the table
in front of the women and says:

Woman:
I know what you’re thinking.

Casey and Cynthia just look at each other.

Woman:
It’s fresh.

Casey:
Oh… we weren’t… but thank you.

Cynthia:
Yeah, thank you.

Woman:
So, as I was saying… my father wasn’t the killer.

Casey:
Why was he committed?

Cynthia:
More importantly, why did he rant and rave about Elizabeth Short while he was in the mental institution
and what does this symbol mean?

Cynthia holds up the photo and Casey looks shocked.

Casey:
Cynthia!
 Cynthia:
What’s the point of beating around the bush? So what is it, Tracy?

Tracy:
How do you…

Cynthia:
We visited Patton State and we uncovered some interesting videos and tidbits. What was your father’s
obsession with Elizabeth Short a.k.a. Black Dahlia?!

Tracy’s, who is Red’s daughter, expression turns to that of pure anger and suddenly the camera cuts to
the exterior of Tracy’s house as she slams the door in the faces of the two women. Casey turns to Cynthia
and says:
Casey:
What the hell was that?!

Cynthia:
She wasn’t going to tell us anything. I could tell.

Casey:
How the… why do you say that?!

Cynthia:
The way she threw us out told us more than anything that would have come out of her mouth. She
obviously was the one who wanted those documents at the hospital to remain confidential for a
reason… she had photos of her father all over her house and the first thing out of her mouth was how
her father didn’t do it. She’s in love with him, reverse Oedipus complex. Jesus, Casey… I thought you
could read people.

Just then, Conor comes walking up the sidewalk. He has a smug look on his face as he says:

Conor:
I see you charmed the pants off of the woman, Cynthia. I saw you guys walk in when I drove up and by
the time I found a parking spot you were getting the door slammed in your face.

Cynthia crosses her arms and begins walking towards her car. Conor turns to Casey and laughs as he
says:
Conor:
I got the files you scanned from your phone. The symbol Red had carved on his arms is like nothing I’ve
ever seen…. However, the names that you had highlighted were fantastic. One stuck out at me in
particular. Orson.
 Casey:
Why Orson?

Conor:
Orson Welles, the famous writer who broadcast War of the Worlds on the radio back in 1938 causing
mass hysteria. After some digging into the Black Dahlia, it came to light that he was actually a suspect.

Casey:
How do you know this?

Conor:
I’m something of a conspiracy theorist. Anyway, there is an Orson Welles expert here in LA… he actually
has a museum dedicated to him. I think we should go check it out.

Casey:
Conspiracy theorist, really?!

Conor rolls his eyes as Casey is obviously mocking him. He turns to walk to his car as the camera cuts to:

48) Interior. Airplane. Somewhere over Kentucky. Late Afternoon.

Adrian is on his laptop device working away as Matthew is staring out the window. Matthew turns to
Adrian and says:

Matthew:
Something isn’t right about any of this… I mean… it took you a day to figure all of this out. 60 years of
investigation on this and you figure it out in one day?

Adrian:
I’m way ahead of you. The Benefactor is rich beyond belief and certainly didn’t need us to figure this out
for him. He could have made three calls and figured it out himself.

Matthew:
Then why? Why is he using us? What is he really up to?

Adrian:
That’s what I want to figure out.

Matthew turns back to looking out the window. Without looking at Adrian he says:

Matthew:
 I know you know… about my trials. That little comment about knowing my way around a gun… you
aren’t very good at dropping subtle hints.

Adrian doesn’t reply. Matthew continues:

Matthew:
It’s not what you think. I didn’t actually kill my commanding officer. I was set up by someone… and to
this day, I don’t know who or why. I found his body and tried to revive him, that’s why the blood was on
my clothes.

Adrian simply turns to Matthew and says:

Adrian:
You don’t have to explain yourself to me man…

Adrian turns back to his computer and Matthew nods then looks back out the window. Cut to:

49) Interior. Orson Welles Museum. Hollywood, California. Early Evening.

Conor and Cynthia are sitting across from an older gentleman who is sitting at his desk reading over the
information that Casey found at Patton State. Casey is in the background looking through some of the
Orson Welles memorabilia. The man looks completely fascinated as takes his glasses off and looks up at
Conor.

Gentleman:
This is absolutely extraordinary. In the back of my mind, I always toyed with the idea that Welles could
have been involved in the Black Dahlia, but… this almost solidifies it.

Cynthia:
How so?

Gentleman:
Red Manley went insane and he spouts out the names of these particular people… They were all in the
circle that Orson ran with. JoCot refers to Joseph Cotton, his long time actor friend. Then you have…

Conor:
That’s all well and good, but I can’t help but notice the date that Orson applied for a passport was the
same date that the LAPD received a package from “the killer.” Shortly afterwards he left the country and
went to Europe for several months.

Gentleman:
It’s all true; witnesses actually place Welles at a certain nightclub with the victim on several occasions.
 Conor:
Welles also had an obsession with bisection. He used it in one of his films and when he did magic acts for
the troops during the war, he’d often saw a woman in half. Elizabeth Short was found well… bisected.

Just then, Casey chimes in.

Casey:
Who’s Yvette?

Gentleman:
I’m sorry?

Casey
Yvette. She was a name on the confidential files. Red ranted about a Yvette.

Gentleman:
She is a woman he frequently slept with, or so they say.

Casey holds up a photo and looks at it then shows it to the rest of them. It is of Welles and another
woman. At the bottom it’s entitled “Orson and Yvette, 1947.”

Casey:
This is the same woman in the photo with Red in his daughter’s home.

Conor and Cynthia look at each other as Casey shows the photo off like she struck gold. The camera cuts
to:

50) Interior. FBI Archives. Washington, D.C. Evening.

The camera opens on Adrian going through the same detection device that scans his body that we’ve
seen before. He walks in and says to the same agent, Victoria:

Adrian:
JFK archives, Victoria.

She rolls her eyes as she says:

Victoria:
You’re privileges have been revoked by Director General Snider.

Adrian:
Damn it! (he looks down and pauses for a moment) You mean he didn’t call you before his benefit dinner
at the White House tonight?

Victoria:
Uh, no.

Adrian:
Well, he and I had an argument earlier… you know… about how I used that info about his wife last time.
Well, we kissed and made up and he gave me clearance again… I can’t believe he didn’t leave a memo
for you.

Victoria:
Well, he definitely didn’t…

Adrian:
Well, it’s up to you… but I strongly don’t suggest it… you could call him at the benefit and get clearance…
or you could just let it go and check with him tomorrow… you know how he hates to be bothered when
he’s hobnobbing… and after he snapped at your last time… I don’t know….

Victoria thinks for a minute and then the camera cuts to her letting him into the room.

Victoria:
You’ve got 20 minutes.

Adrian smiles and he walks into the room where he instantly pulls his cell phone out of his sock and
walks directly over to the framed photo of the motorcade the day of the shooting (as we saw in Part 1).
He looks at it and says:

Adrian:
Got you, Babushka Lady…

He scans the photo with his phone as the camera focuses on the infamous woman who was said to be
filming the motorcade as it happened, but was lost in history. The camera cuts to:

51) Interior. Orson Welles Museum. Hollywood, California. Evening.

Casey is on the phone as Cynthia looks at some of the memorabilia. We see Casey say to Abby:

Casey:
You and Velma need to get down here, pronto… and bring your equipment. I sent you a photo I want
you to analyze. We’re at the Orson Welles museum in Hollywood.
 Abby:
Is that Conor I see in the background? What’s he doing there?

Casey:
Right place at the right time, turns out we couldn’t have done this without him… he’s something of a
conspiracy theorist… (She giggles).

Conor turns towards her and he says under his breath:

Conor:
Yeah, laugh it up…

The camera focuses on his rather harsh glare at Casey as the camera red-tone quick cuts to:

52) FLASHBACK. Interior. Office. New York City. Day.

We see Conor get off an elevator and walk directly past the receptionist and open a double door leading
into an office as the secretary gets up and follows him saying:

Secretary:
Sir! You can’t go in there, Sir!

He doesn’t listen and he just continues through the doors and the secretary follows. He stops in front of
the large oak desk and the secretary says:

Secretary:
I’m so sorry, Ms. Millerick… he just rushed past me.

We see Cassandra spin around in the big leather chair and she says:

Cassandra:
It’s all right, Suzie. You may go now.

The secretary leaves and closes the doors. Conor walks up to the desk and sits on the corner of it.
Cassandra pushes herself back from the desk and crosses her legs as she smiles and says:

Cassandra:
What can I do for you, Mr. Vith?

Conor:
I want in.
 Cassandra:
In on what?

He gets up off the desk and walks around it to her. He leans over her as he says:

Conor:
I know what Eric is up to… and I want in on it.

Cassandra:
Well, I guess you can’t keep any secrets from the private detective, eh?

He smiles and coyly whispers in her ear:

Conor:
Nope.

Cassandra smiles back as he leans in and the two of them kiss passionately. He sits back down on the
desk in front of her and says:

Conor:
I don’t know what I’m more upset about… the fact you didn’t suggest me to the big man himself or that
you kept the whole thing a secret from me.

Cassandra:
Well, I did, but I was going to surprise you over dinner tonight. You’re in!

Conor smiles as Cassandra stands up over him and proceeds to kiss him again, but this time, she bites his
lip really hard. He pulls back and looks at her as she takes a swab and wipes blood off of it and puts it
into a glass test tube. He looks at her and says:

Conor:
I love you so much....

The two kiss again as the camera cuts to:

----------Commercial----------

53) Interior. Orson Welles Museum. Hollywood, California. Night.

Casey, Conor and Cynthia are standing outside as Velma parks the car and walks up to the three of them.
She doesn’t look too happy.
 Casey:
Hey!

Velma:
Hey yourself… (she pulls at her back like it’s bothering her). Driving 5 hours here killed my back…

Conor:
You got it?

Velma:
Of course I have it… Abby gave it to me and she said this is the best she could do. She even found out
her last name. This is the best she could do to age her to what she’d look like today… she’d be 95.

Velma hands over the computer image. We see Yvette digitally aged (played by Angela Lansbury).

Casey:
Fantastic… speaking of, where is Abby?

Velma:
She rushed out, she said she had somewhere to go… after you mentioned coming down here today, she
was acting strange…

Cynthia:
Well, what do we do with this now?

Velma:
Well… we go visit her…

Everyone looks at Velma confused as Velma continues:

Velma:
She’s alive… Abby found her!

They all look surprised, but happy as the camera cuts to:

54) Interior. Patton State Hospital. Patton, California. Night.

We see a shot of the outside of the Hospital, and then it cuts to the inside where Abby is sitting at a table
looking very nervous. Suddenly, in the waiting room, a door opens and a male nurse wheels someone in.
Abby’s eyes begin to tear up as the male nurse parks a very frazzled and disoriented girl (played by April
Matson) across from Abby. Abby chokes back a tear as she says:
Abby:
 Hey sis…

The girl looks up and at Abby and cocks her head. She says:

Abby’s Sister:
Who are you?

Abby leaves out a defeated cry/sigh as a tear falls down her face. The camera cuts to:

55) Interior. FBI Office 2012 Division. Washington, D.C. Night.

Adrian is sitting in front of his computer intently doing something as his phone rings. He picks it up and
we see that it’s Casey. He answers:

Adrian:
Hey, Casey, what’s going on?

Casey:
Well, we think we may have hit something major.

Adrian:
Oh yeah?

Casey:
We found someone who actually knew Elizabeth Short… and she’s still alive. Here, I’ll send you the mock
up of what she’d look like if she were alive today.

Adrian:
Alright… send away.

Adrian pushes a button on his phone and he looks at it as the photo loads on his phone’s screen. His face
drops as he sees it.
Adrian:
You’ve got to be kidding me…

Adrian holds the photo up to his computer screen. We see an almost identical image on his screen, which
is a side by side of the babushka lady from the grassy knoll aged to what she’d look like today. He just
sits there staring at the two as the camera cuts to:

56) Interior. Cassandra’s Bedroom. New York, New York. Very Late Night.
Cassandra is lying in bed as her phone rings. She turns over and switches on the light and grabs her
phone. Without looking at it she answers. We see a woman in a white lab coat on the other end.
Cassandra lies back in her bed and very sleepily says:

Cassandra:
What is it?

Woman:
Ms. Millerick… the results from the blood tests are in and… well…

Cassandra:
What?

Woman:
One of the subjects from the blood samples… has a very deadly disease.

Cassandra sits straight up and looks surprised as she says:

Cassandra:
What?!

Woman:
According to the stage they’re in… they only have weeks, maybe two months… tops.

Cassandra looks like she just saw a ghost as the camera cuts to:

57) Interior. Benefactor’s Living Room. New York, New York. Very Late Night.

Eric is sitting in the dark grand room in his armchair watching the fire as Adrian busts in the doors and
right up to the Benefactor.

Adrian:
What the hell is going on?!

Eric:
Agent Rezek, to what do I owe this 4am house-call?

Adrian:
You know exactly what’s going on… you knew the whole time! Why are you doing this?

Eric:
Ah, I see you found the second shooter, Yvette Nikilov.
 Adrian:
What the hell?! If you knew this whole time, why’d you send us on these missions?!

Eric:
You had to find out on your own… the magnitude of what is out there.

Adrian:
Damn it! (he grabs his head as if he’s going insane) What the hell are you talking about?

Eric:
Adrian, this is more than JFK or the Black Dahlia… much more.

Adrian:
What are you after?

Eric leans over in his chair and his face grows dark, but then the fire casts an eerie glow on his profile as
he says very seriously:

Eric:
The people who killed my sister on December 21 st, 2012. The people who caused the darkest day in
human history… you Agent Rezek, of all people, should understand that.

Adrian:
How does any of this relate to 2012?!

Eric:
It has everything to do with it, Mr. Rezek… I’m afraid you don’t understand the gravity of what you…
what all of you are supposed to do… I chose all of you for a reason, Agent Rezek… and now that you’re
involved… you’re all in great danger.

Adrian stares at the Benefactor in complete disbelief as Eric slowly sits back in his chair and shifts his
attention back to the fire. The camera cuts to:

58) Exterior. Mustang Sally’s Bar. New York, New York. Very Late Night.

The camera is focused on the outside door of the bar as it busts open and a bouncer pushes Nick and
Matthew out of the bar and angrily says:

Bouncer:
Closing time is 4’oclock, guys! Get out of here!
Matthew and Nick look at each other and burst out laughing. They are obviously kind of intoxicated as
they start to walk/stumble down 6th Avenue.

Nick:
You heard him; Tag-a-long… go home!

Matthew:
Tag-a-long?! (Laughing)

Nick:
That’s your last name, isn’t it?!

Matthew:
Tagalog, you tool…

The men continue to laugh as Nick throws his arm around Matthew and he says:

Nick:
I think… I think this is the beginning of a beauuutiful relationship, Tag-a-long…

Matthew, in a very buddy-buddy way, pats Nick on the back and begins to say:

Matthew:
I’m glad you talked me into…

Then suddenly, Matthew’s expression turns to shock as Nick looks back at him. Matthew lets go of Nick
and begins falling towards the ground as Nick begins to laugh and catch him, but then he realizes that
something is seriously wrong when Matthew falls against the sidewalk. Nick bends down over him and
lifts up his head as blood starts pouring out of Matthew’s mouth! Nick looks down and he opens up
Matthew’s coat revealing bullet wounds!
Nick:
Oh… shi… Matt! Hey, buddy! Matt!

The camera cuts to a dark corner where all we see is a gloved hand unscrew the silencer from a gun. On
the handle of the gun we see a symbol, the very same symbol that Casey found carved on Red’s walls
and all over his body in the DVD from Patton State Hospital. The camera cuts back to Nick as he’s holding
onto Matthew’s body and the red toned quick cut begins:

59) FLASHBACK. Nick’s Laboratory. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Day.

Subtitled: “Philadelphia, Pennsylvania”
The camera opens on Nick, wearing a white lab coat and goggles, as he pours a solution into a beaker.
The solution turns bright orange as we hear a voice say:

Voice:
Whatcha makin’, Doc?

Nick turns around and we see Cassandra standing there in an orange blazer smiling delightfully.

Nick:
Well, this is the first trial of a possible drug that could irradiate the HIV virus if caught early enough…

Cassandra:
Ah, always making history, aren’t you Dr. Tesla?

He looks at her with a questionable look.

Nick:
I’m sorry; who did you say you were?

Cassandra:
I’m Cassandra Millerick, the lawyer for tycoon Eric Jan Hanussen.

Nick removes his goggles and smiles at her.

Nick:
To what do I owe the great pleasure of a visit from the man who runs Wall Street?

Cassandra’s demeanor goes from delightful to drastic in the matter of a blink of her eye.

Cassandra:
I’m afraid this isn’t a pleasurable visit, Dr. Tesla.

Nick begins to look worried as the camera cuts to an office full of lab equipment and Nick closes the
door. Cassandra takes a seat and he takes one across from her. She opens her briefcase as she says:

Cassandra:
Mr. Jan Hanussen is requesting your services, but we are well aware that you are obligated by your
contract to work for no other outside entity. We do, on the other hand, still need your services.

Nick:
I’m afraid that’s not possible…
 Cassandra:
Oh, it’s possible, Dr. Tesla. You see, everyone has a price… or perhaps a skeleton in their closet.

With that, Cassandra pulls out a handheld video device and presses play. The image is one that appears
to be a surveillance camera that overlooks a laboratory with extremely advanced technology and very
large machines with gages all over them. Then we see Nick walk into the frame and he looks up at the
clock on the wall. He turns around, and his expression looks like one of nervousness. He says to someone
off screen:

Nick:
I’m having second thoughts about this…

Voice:
Do it.

Nick hesitates and he walks to a machine that has a large lever on it. He turns back around.

Voice:
DO IT!

Nick turns back towards the machine and walks to the lever. With a single pull, he lowers the lever and
we hear very loud electronic noises and see a bright flash and the camera goes out. At this point, the
camera focuses from Cassandra’s device to Nick’s expression as he looks at Cassandra. It’s one of
extreme worry. The camera cuts back to the video device Cassandra is holding and we see that the
surveillance camera comes back on. We see Nick sitting against the large machine huddled in a ball. He
looks up and says in a shaky voice to the man off screen:

Nick:
I… I think… I think we made a grave mistake….

Just then, the surveillance camera cuts out again and in place of the footage we see in bold lettering,
“Surveillance Footage: December 21st, 2012.” Cassandra turns off the video and looks back up at Nick
who has a tear form in the corner of his eye. He looks at her and says:

Nick:
I…

Cassandra:
We’ll see you tomorrow morning at Jan Hanussen’s office… 10a.m. sharp.

With that, Cassandra gets up and she very blatantly prick’s Nick’s arm with a syringe. She collects a
sample of his blood and walks out leaving the door slam shut. The camera focuses on the door as we see
Nick walk up to the window on the door and look out with a tremendous expression of fear and anguish
on his face. Quick cut to:

The Chosen
Cast:

Adrian Rezek: -----Nestor Carbonell

Hal Holbrook: -----Eric Jan Hanussen
Phylicia Rashad:-----Velma Logan
Melissa George:-----Casey Christina
Jensen Ackles: -----Conor Vith
Katey Sagal: -----Cynthia Brand
Seth Gabel: -----Jeremy Kozlak
James Scott: -----Simon Draven
James P. Stuart:-----Nicolas Tesla
Carey Mulligan: -----Abby Mercer
Diether Ocampo: ---Matthew Tagalog
Denise Vasi: -----Cassandra Millerick

With:

Tate Donovan: -----Senator Arthur Kensington

Columbus Short: ----Agent David Foster
Mark Bramhall: -----General Snider
Chris Gorham: -----Charles Banks “Reggie”
April Matson: -----April Mercer
Paul Lieber: -----Martin Brand
Jordan Nagai: -----Eduardo Tagalog
David Norona: -----Nino Espinaso
To Be Casted: ----- Random Asian Woman
To Be Casted: -----Young Man
To Be Casted: -----Editor
To Be Casted: -----Announcer
To Be Casted: -----Agent Victoria Brighton
To Be Casted: -----Cashier
To Be Casted: -----Judge
To Be Casted: -----Priest
To Be Casted: -----Patton State Doctor
To Be Casted: -----Patton State Security Guard
To Be Casted: -----Tracy Manley
To Be Casted: -----Welles Expert
To Be Casted: -----Cassandra’s Secretary
To Be Casted: -----Cassandra’s Scientist
To Be Casted: -----Bouncer

And: Angela Lansbury as Yvette Nikilov