THE

WITNESS
INSPIRED BY A TRUE EVENT**

Written by

Nic Lewis

"Bravery is not the act of standing up for what's right, but for
those who cannot"
-Unknown

Niclewis@me.com
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FADE IN:

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

Two faceless bodies pinball down a dimly lit hall. The ECHO
of a house-party RAGES from downstairs.

JORDAN
Are you sure?

MEGAN
Yeah.

He KISSES her hard as they plow through a doorway, a hand

written note: KEEP OUT taped to it.

INT. BATHROOM: DOWNSTAIRS - SAME

THREE GUYS, equally, jock driven douchebags crowd over a sink

& tub. GUY 1 crushes a pill on the sink as GUY 2 roll a
dollar into a snoot. GUY 3 nervously checks the door.

GUY 3
Hurry the fuck up.

GUY 1
(Cuts three small lines)
Relax, Unless you want nice Addie
rock dripping down your throat.

GUY 3
(locks the door)
Lemmego first.

Guy 3 gags as the line hits the back of his throat.

GUY 3 (CONTD)
What the fuck, dude?

GUY 1
What?

GUY 3
What, what? Thats fucking aspirin
you fag.
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INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

The two fall back to the bed as he lifts her dress. The
furniture, is crafted, nice, too nice for their ages with
its designer furniture, class pictures of kids on the walls.

THE FIRST TIME WE SEE...

JORDAN PRESCOTT, 16. Dirty blond hair. Face flush from the
heavy petting, the prospect of sex. He wears slim jeans, a
flash-sale Nirvana, remake t-shirt.

He kisses MEGAN, 17. Pretty, a bit of trashiness about her.

Could be the smeared mascara. Doesnt help that her dress is
flipped half over her head, a mess of hair that spills out.

Pragmatic & uneasy, his attention pulled by a BUZZ.

MEGAN
Who is it?

Jordan looks, dismisses the text too quickly for her.

JORDAN
No one.

MEGAN
What do you mean no one? Who is it,
Jordan?

He shows her: New Message: CLARK - Yo! Whats up?... You

still coming for a visit?

MEGAN (CONTD)
Oh.

Hes right back to work.

MEGAN (CONTD)
Whos Clark?

JORDAN
Hes my best friend-- Was my best-
friend.

MEGAN
I thought I knew all your friends?

She doesnt even know hes there, not really.

JORDAN
Guess not.
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MEGAN
Jordan?...
(Sharply)
Jordan!

JORDAN
(Frustration Mounting)
Fuck Megan, what?
(Off her look)
Sorry...

MEGAN
I want to know you, like, you.

JORDAN
Hes my best friend, well was
before he old man got transferred.

MEGAN
Oh... That sucks.

JORDAN
Yeah, we used have a blast
together. We had a band, we totally
sucked so, you know, that ended.

MEGAN
He sounds fun.

JORDAN
You know, the first time I ever got
in real trouble was with him. We
made really bad fake I.D.s and
sold them on the playground.

MEGAN
You really miss him? Sucks...

JORDAN
Its cool.

She smiles, Jordan starts to work on her dress.

MEGAN
Ow! Its caught--

JORDAN
--Hold still, I got it.

They both work on the cheap clasp stuck in her hair.

MEGAN
Let me get it.
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JORDAN
I got it.

MEGAN
Oww.

JORDAN
Got it, see?

MEGAN
Inspired work.

He kicks off his shoes.

INT. DOWNSTAIRS - SAME

GUY 1, 2, 3 push passed a few lingerers on the stairs.

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS - RESUMING

MEGAN
So, your dad is like some kind of
hero, right?

JORDAN
I guess.

He pulls his shirt over his head.

MEGAN
Thats pretty cool. Do you get
along with him?

JORDAN
Sure, I guess. But, talking about
my dad, it isnt really...
(Looks to her for help)
You know...

MEGAN
Oh, yeah. Sorry.

They both fumble for the buttons on his SLIMMY Levis.

MEGAN (CONTD)
Jesus, Jordan. You act like this is
your first time.

Her dress completes Its journey to the floor. Jordans pants

drop precariously to his ankles.
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Both stare at each other for a moment. Shes far more

developed than him & he knows it.

MEGAN (CONTD)
Holy shit, it is.

JORDAN
What? No.

MEGAN
It is?

Embarrassed by the truth.

JORDAN
Whatever... Fuck Megan. I just--

MEGAN
--Its okay...
(Seductively)
I dont care.

She pushes him back onto the bed, climbs on.

She grabs the condom he has in his hand, her hand slowly
moves down... down... down. His face says it all.

She pops back up as a thought hits her.

MEGAN (CONTD)
I just figured--

She lifts her hands.

JORDAN
(Frustrated)
--I know. I know. Everyone just
figures.

She undoes her bra, Jordan stutters as her hands fall &
places his on her.

MEGAN
Dont be so sensitive.
(She smiles devilishly)
We can change that.

She heads back down south... ...

JORDAN
Oh, fuck.

BINGO! Jordans eyes roll into the back of his head.

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INT. HALLWAY - SAME

The 3 GUYS make their way to the top of the stairs.

GUY 1
You said he came up here.

GUY 2
He did. Im telling you , bro, I
saw him and Megan.

GUY 1
So, hes fucking?

GUY 3
Nice.

GUY 1
Shut up. Were not peeping toms.

GUY 2
Yeah, but I bet Megan's got some
great tits.

Guy 3 shakes his head with eager enthusiasm.

GUY 1
You both are fucking retarded. I
want my money back... Thats it.

They make their way down the hall listening to each of the
doors. Until--

Guy 2 stops at Jordans door.

GUY 2
(whispers)
Oh, yeah. This is it.

GUY 1
Are you sure?

Guy 2 puts his ear to the door.

JORDAN (O.S.)
Oh fuck. Yeah.

Guy 1 listens in.

GUY 1
(Whispers)
Oh shit. Yup. This is the place.
(Using his fingers)
On three... Two... ...
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INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Megan rides Jordan, the CRASH through the door sends her to
the ground hard as Jordan attempts to get up.

GUY 1
(Pushes Jordan back down)
Oh yeah, bitch.

JORDAN
(Pushes a blanket to
Megan)
What the fuck?

Megan covers herself.

MEGAN
Get the fuck out, you assholes.

GUY 1
You thought you could rip me off?
Well, this is the reckoning.

JORDAN
(Reaches for his pants)
The reckoning? What the fuckr you
talking about?

GUY 1
That Adderall you sold me might as
well be chewing gum, dude.

GUY 2
You think this is a joke?

JORDAN
(Covers his laugh)
Nope.

GUY 3
You think we arent going to fuck
you up?

JORDAN
Really?

GUY 1
Get up.

JORDAN
No refunds.

GUY 1
No refunds? You sold me bullshit.
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JORDAN
(Slides on his Cons)
You think anyone else is going to
sell you shit if you beat the hell
out of me.
(Turns to #1 with a smirk)
See, what youre going to--

WHAM! Guy 1 HITS him without another word or thought. The

shot sends Jordan to the ground, HARD.

Megan tries for Jordan, shes quickly shut down by guy 3.

MEGAN
Hey!

GUY 3
(To Megan)
This isnt your fight, Megan.

GUY 1
(To Jordan)
Come on. Get up bitch.

Jordan holds his bloody nose in one hand, with the other in
the air, like a Time OUt as he gathers back to his feet.

JORDAN
Okay, okay. Fine. Ill give you
back your money.

GUY 1
I know.

JORDAN
Hang on.

GUY 1
No more Bullshit.

JORDAN
No more bullshit. Its right here.

Jordan reaches into one of his pockets as he stands.

GUY 1
Quit dragging this out.

JORDAN
I got it right here.

Jordan drops a handful of small bills. WHAM!

GUY 2s nose is CRUSHED, it splatters blood over the room.

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JORDAN (CONTD)
(shakes his hand out)
Oh fuck, that really hurt.

MEGAN
Go! Run.

Jordan shoves pushes past GUY 1 to get out the door over GUY2
in AGONY on the ground. #3 gives chase as #1 wipes blood from
his face & follows behind.

SERIES OF SHOTS -

- JORDAN RUNS DOWN THE HALL TO THE STAIRS.

He looks back to see Megan stand with a blanket over herself.

- THE GUYS MAKE THEIR WAY BEHIND HIM.

- JORDAN JUMPS THE LAST FEW STEPS INTO THE CHAOS OF A TEEN
HOUSE PARTY AND STARTS CUTTING THROUGH THE CROWD OF TEENS.

- THE GUYS SHOVE THEIR WAY THROUGH THE PARTY LIKE ASSHOLES..

- OUTSIDE - 4 BLACK & WHITE Police cruisers roll up with

LIGHTS & SIRENS SCREAMING as the teens in the front scatter.

- SOMEONE YELLS COPS THAT CAUSES A MASS EXIDUS.

- OUTSIDE THE KIDS SPREAD WITH A QUICKNESS.

- JORDAN DIVES THROUGH AN OPEN OPEN WINDOW INTO A POOL OF 60+

TEENS IN SELF PRESERVATION MODE.

- THE GUYS GET CAUGHT UP BEHIND THE SCATTERING MADNESS.

- JORDAN LANDS HARD ON THE GRASS, SCRAMBLES TO HIS FEET.

He SLAMS into something human, something hard. He throws a

punch on instinct that lands flush.

ON THE GROUND: A cop laid out cold, His cheek split open.

Jordan raises his hands.

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JORDAN
Fuck me.

Hes SACKED by TWO officers.

Hes handcuffed roughly with his face in the dirt.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM C - LATER

SPECIAL AGENT WILLIAM PRESCOTT, Early 40s. Older, A close

match to Jordan. The man is pissed, sweat beads on his brow.

(NOTE - STAY ON WILL - DONT SHOW WHO HE SPEAKS TO.)

WILL
I know what youre going through
here. I cant help you if you dont
give me a little trust.

INT. OFFICE - LATER

(NOTE: STAY ON JORDAN - DO NOT SHOW WHO HE SPEAKS TO).

Jordans lays his head onto a stainless steel table.

JORDAN
Trust you? Are you kidding? Your
job is literally the everything
that goes against trust. You lie
for a living.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM A - SAME

Will stands stern, unbudging. Hes pissed!

WILL
I dont think you know how serious
this is, do you?

OFFICE - JORDAN - SAME

Jordan doesnt look up.

JORDAN
I got a good idea why Im here.
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ROOM A - WILL

Will looks down.

WILL
The prosecutors are going to love
this. All you got to do is tell me
something, anything.

OFFICE - JORDAN - SAME

Jordan rolls his eyes before he lifts his head.

JORDAN
Dont I get a phone call?

ROOM A - WILL

Will PRESSES & exit button.

WILL
Who wants to hear from you?

Another agent pops his head into the small chicken-wire,

laced glass window.

WILL (CONTD)
One coming out.

Behind Will, handcuffed to a table, well dressed, boss

motherfucker. MANUEL SALAZAR, a 40s, Latino. A calm, yet
evil demeanor vibrates off him.

INT. DEA BULLPEN - CONTINUOUS

Will walks out with AGENT 1. A fresh faced, junior Agent, 6

months in the field.

WILL
Let him stew for a bit, then put
him outside my office.

AGENT 1
Copy that.

Will walks away through a bullpen of agents on phones,

computers all young versions of him. Each watch him pass.

Through the room, he makes it to a door & KNOCKS.

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WILL
Can I come in?

Jordan turns his head away from Will in the door. Scott
ushers him in.

SCOTT
Your office, boss.

INT. OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Clean-cut, proud, all business black man. SPECIAL AGENT SCOTT

MORRISON, Mid 30s.

SCOTT
This kid doesnt listen.

Jordan rolls his eyes.

WILL
(Sarcastically)
Maybe I can crack him.

SCOTT
Your kid, all yours.

Scott steps into the doorway & turns back.

SCOTT (CONTD)
Youre better than this and you got
a chance to decide--

JORDAN
--Yeah, whats that?

SCOTT
There are two types of men on this
planet. The kind of man that stands
up to his problems and the kind
that runs from them. What kind of
man do you want to be?

Jordan tosses a look of thought & FUCK YOU all at once.

BULLPEN - SAME

MANUEL plops down into an uncomfortable chair with permanent

hand & ankle cuffs attached outside Wills office.

He watches Will & Jordan intently as Scott steps out.

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SCOTT
What the fuck are you looking at,
shitbag?

MANUEL
(in Spanish)
I want my phone call, bitch.

SCOTT
Sit down.

AGENT 1 sets Manuels cuffs with a few extra CLICKS. Manuel

ignores the Agent, maintains his gaze into the room.

WILLS OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Will stands over Jordan, an intense stare over as Jordan

drums his foot nervously... Before Will pulls Jordans chair
out. They stand eye-to-eye... They both fall into a hug.

JORDAN
Im sorry, Dad.

WILL
Im glad youre okay.

JORDAN
Yeah. Im fine, Thanks.

WILL
You know youre grounded?

BULLPEN - SAME

Manuel sits at a desk & watches the agents mill about.

A buried file has Jordan's picture clipped to it.

Manuel T-rexs the papers on top & tilts his head to read the
file: JORDAN PRESCOTT: GRANT HIGH SCHOOL: PRIORS: MISDEMEANOR
ASSAULT - SIMPLE BATTERY: TRUANCY - MISDEMEANOR POSS. OF
MARIJUANA

Manuel looks down to a stack of files, under the pack, a post-

it reads: Your Kids Report he glances up to Jordan.

INT. OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Jordan leans over his fathers desk. A mass of graphic CRIME

SCENE photos are quickly shuffled away by Will.
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JORDAN
Whatd mom say?

WILL
She cried of course. Thinks youre
going to join a gang or something.

JORDAN
(Smiles)
I dont think were there, yet.

WILL
I dunno, punching a cop. Pretty
hardcore... You need a gesture. I
want you to go home and do
something very nice for her.

JORDAN
Like what?

WILL
I dont know, but I think the
bigger, the better.

JORDAN
(Sarcastically)
You mean like dishes?...

Will throws a You got to be fucking kidding me look.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Got it, like BIG, bigger.

Thats better!

JORDAN (CONTD)
What about the cop?

WILL
Hell heal. His pride, not so much.

JORDAN
Glad to hear it.

WILL
What the hell were you doing?

JORDAN
(Unsure of his answer)
I... Thought he was someone else.

Will smiles as a RUCKUS erupts from outside the room. Both

Jordan & Will look out the blinds.
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INT. BULLPEN - SAME

A junkie gets loose from his handlers, swings a chair,

SPLITTING open an Agent as the rest of the room swarms him.

Jordans eyes meet Manuels as they lock in on one another.

INT. WILL'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

WILL
(Closes the blinds)
And give up all this?

Manuel & Jordan continue their gazes through the slits.

WILL (CONTD)
Jordan?

The words break the stare as Jordan turns & smiles.

WILL (CONTD)
You gonna be okay?

JORDAN
Yeah. You?

WILL
Go make your mom happy and Ill let
you know.

JORDAN
Happy wife, happy life?

WILL
(Smiles at the thought)
Get the hell out of here.

Will takes a seat as he grabs a file, IT READS:MORENO CARTEL.

JORDAN
Hey Dad?...

Will looks up.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Im sorry... And I love you.

WILL
(Smiles)
I love you, too... Now go.
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BULLPEN - SAME

Scott slams Jordans file shut on Manuel.

MANUEL (ENGLISH)
How about that call?

The two men stare at one another.

INT. FEDERAL BUILDING - CONTINUOUS

Jordan puts his headphones on at the elevator.

INT. WILL'S OFFICE - SAME

Scott knocks once & enters.

SCOTT
(Looks at Manuel)
What are we doing about this?

WILL
Is he annoyed?

SCOTT
Yeah.

WILL
Good, cut him loose.

SCOTT
Really?

WILL
I got nothing to hold him on.

SCOTT
You got it.

Scott leaves, Will looks out to the open bullpen.

EXT. FEDERAL BUILDING/BOTTOM OF THE STEPS - MOMENTS LATER

Concrete steps lead to busy pavement.

Jordan steps into the street, a SCREECH of tires, a BLACK SUV

stops short as Jordan braces for impact & throws a WTF? up.

Blacked out windows, Jordan cant see inside.

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JORDAN
Really?

Jordan looks back to the parked, motionless SUV.

EXT. FEDERAL BUILDING/TOP OF THE STEPS - CONTINUOUS

Manuel walks down the steps to the SUV parked in the red.

Will & Scott come out the double doors, they watch as Manuel
opens the door, stops, looks back before he gets in.

SCOTT
This is gonna be a problem, right?

WILL
Yup.

SCOTT
Want me to put a tail on him?

WILL
(Nods to Manuel)
Not yet, I dont want him changing
things up.

INT. MARCO'S SUV - CONTINUOUS

Manuel pours out a MANILLA envelope into his hands, wipes &
places his SUNGLASSES on as they drive away.

The driver, a clean-cut man with an intense scowl. Dressed

well, pride taken in his attire, style. A Mexican gangster.
MARCO SANTIAGO, 37, watches Manuel in the mirror.

Marco peers to the top of the steps at Scott & Will.

MANUEL (SPANISH)(OS)
I pay a lot of money to ensure I
dont have situations like this.

Marco looks to Manuel in the mirror who looks back at him.

MANUEL (CONTD)
This cop, this fucking pig of a
cop... I think its time we set a
standard with Agent Prescott and
his fucking cop buddies.
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EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - EVENING

Jordan skates down the street, two full grocery bags in hand.

a BLACKED-OUT SUV paces Jordan.

Up a drive, he sets his bags down at the door, digs for his
keys before spotting his tail & turns to it.

The car doesnt wait to drive off quickly.

JORDAN
Psycho freak.

INT. JORDANS HOUSE - NIGHT (DUSK)

Roses, a half eaten meal, burned candles, an empty bottle of

wine, a card that reads mom litter the dinner table.

Beyond the dining room, Will comes into focus with a

beautiful woman on the couch in the living room.

WILL
Hes a good kid.

This beauty, KAREN PRESCOTT, 39. A calm exterior, inside, she

fumes as Will attempts to talk her down.

KAREN
Is he? Because this seems like an
out of control kid to me.

WILL
Hes not out of control. Hes a
teenager.

KAREN
I think you are in denial.

WILL
And youre reading into it. Whats
the worst thing you did as a teen?

KAREN
That was a different time.

WILL
(He holds her hand)
Bad kids dont know they screw up
and fix it with romantic dinner.
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KAREN
You had nothing to do with this?

OOOPS!

WILL
What? No.

She smiles. He smiles

KAREN
Uh huh.

WILL
Even if I did, he chose this and he
knows right from wrong. The kids I
get, dont do this. Hes fucked up.
Weve all done it.

KAREN
(Smiles)
If he does it again, Ill kill him.
(Grabs Wills shirt)
Then you.
(Kisses him.)

EXT. SIDE OF THE HOUSE - SAME

Jordan on his phone, a cigarette on his lip.

SUPERIMPOSE: ALL TEXT IN BUBBLES.

JORDAN (TEXT)
Im not dead yet.

MEGAN (TEXT)
I miss you.

JORDAN (TEXT)
I miss you, too.

Jordan drags from his cigarette, leans towards the fence, On

the other side, movement. He steps up the crossbar. A black
SUV stops in front of the house, lights out.

JORDAN (SOTO) (CONTD)

You have got to be shittin me?

He leans in closer. Closer. DARK BODIES get out. BUZZZ! He

ducks down. The phone scares the shit out of him.

MEGAN (TEXT)
... ??? ... ...
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JORDAN (TEXT)
Hang on.

MEGAN (TEXT)
Whats going on?

Jordan climbs back up: THREE shadowy figures cross the lawn.

Unsure what hes sees, he leans closer: THREE MEN, head to

toe black, ski mask, M4 ASSAULT RIFLES in hand.

JORDAN (TEXT)
Cops! NOW!

He flicks the cigarette butt away, makes his way around the
back of the house before it lands.

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Jordan burst through the back sliding doors. Karen grabs him,
they both panic.

KAREN
What are you doing? Are you
smoking?

JORDAN
(Hunches down, whispers)
Wheres dad?

KAREN
I asked you a question, Jordan?

JORDAN
(Whispers)
Mom, listen to me, wheres dad?

Karen looks to the swinging kitchen door as a KNOCK at the

door is heard. She turns to go, Jordan pulls her back.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Wait, Dad!

Jordan pushes past his mom a HANDGUN rings out. Jordan pulls
Karen down behind an island countertop.

KAREN
Whats going on?

GUNFIRE speaks back & fourth from the other room.

JORDAN
Shhhh.
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Jordan peeks out, Will flies through the door, wounded, he

looks down to Jordan & Karen.

WILL
GET OUT!... GO!

He turns around & fires three more shots at the distant

silhouettes that take cover down the hall.

Gunfire returns as the wood door explodes under the rapid

semi-automatic fire. Bullets rip apart the door Will.

Wills blood splatters the back wall & Jordans face.

KAREN
Will!

Karen fights Jordan to let go of her as she scrambles to get

to her husband.

The masked push through the door, Stand over Will & Karen.

KAREN (CONTD)
What do you want? Please!

One man lifts up a GOLD, JEWEL-ENCRUSTED, COLT .45 1911.

Still alive, Will struggles for breath. Karen lifts her hand
to shield them from the gun.

The man pulls his mask back to reveal his face... Its Marco.

The two other gunmen walk to either side of him.

MARCO (ENGLISH)
(to Will)
This is only the beginning.

Marco fires, the round blows through Karens hand & face.

POV - JORDANS: MARCOS REFLECTION IN THE SLIDING WINDOWS.

Covered in blood, soft tissue, Will reaches for Karen & runs
his fingers into her blood stained, sticky hair.

Jordan holds a hand over his mouth as he fights & bites the
fear & anger brew inside to fight or run, to do something.

Marco blast two more rounds as Jordan jerks at the loud,

hallow explosions & flashes of light fill the room & Wills
hands fall in the glass reflection.
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MARCO (CONTD)
Find the kid.

All three men leave the kitchen.

LIVINGROOM ROOM -

One cuts left & goes upstairs. One goes right & into the
garage from the living room.

Marco moves into the living room & takes a drink of the wine
before throwing the glass against the wall.

KITCHEN -

Jordan stands & looks at his parents. Tears run down his
face. The blood begins to pool around his feet.

He looks to the door & can see the shadows of a man in the
gap on the floor.

He turns & leaves through the patio door closing it just as

Marco comes back in the room.

IN THE YARD -

Jordan darts across the backyard to the side of the house,

with each step a smudged, bloody footprint left behind him as
he jumps the fence to the frontyard.

KITCHEN -

Marco turns to leave the room, Stops... Looks to the ground &
sees the bloody foot prints leading out the door.

MARCO
OUTSIDE!

FRONT YARD -

Jordan makes it over the fence & across the front yard.

& hides being the black SUV & checks to see if hes been
spotted before wiping his face of tears clouding his vision &
sees the blood for the first time.

BACKYARD -

Marco follows the bloody footsteps to the gate & instantly

starts to climb it.
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BUZZZZ!

Jordan pulls out his phone to see a message from Megan:

MEGAN (TEXT)
Theyre on the way!

In the distance, the HIGH PITCH of POLICE SIRENS.

He stands up, takes a picture of the license plate.

BANG!

Bullet STRIKES hit the rear taillight near Jordan, it

explodes over Jordan who ducks from the plastic shards, looks
up to Marco, the two hold fast in their gaze.

ON JORDAN -

Confusion & anger under complete & real fear.

ON MARCO -

A calm & steady hatred.

ON JORDAN -

Jordan ducks behind the drivers side of the car, looks to his
right, the HUM/glow of the POLICE LIGHTS in the far distance.
Another BULLET strikes just beside him.

The other two men come out the front door, They fire in
Jordans direction. A CLIP SLIDES out & FALLS TO THE GROUND,
He darts across the yard low, fast to a wood fence.

Marco FIRES round after round. The wood fence Jordan scales
explodes under the fire.

Marco looks to still far off POLICE LIGHTS, GUY 1 jumps in

the SUV as Marco stands in the street.

Marco steps into the SUV, turns back to Jordan in the

distance. He makes it over another fence in the distance.

MARCO
FUCK!

Man number 2 pulls beside Marco who reluctantly gets in.

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INSIDE THE CAR-

The men pull away just as the police round the corner.

Marco turns in his seat & follows the cops till they stop at
Jordans house.

MARCO
I want him dead.

ON JORDAN -

GASPING for breath, he jumps fence after fence before he gets

over one more that sits on the edge of a 70 bluff over the
rest of the city.

Police lights dance through the tree-line below making their

way up the hill.

EXT. JORDAN'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

Crime scene tape on the corners of the street. Cops mill

about with their flashlight looking through neighbors yards.

Tiny yellow flags mark Jordan's bloody footprints in the

yard, the glass from the taillight & the glossy, golden shell
casings that paint the dark pavement.

A black SUV with Government plates & lights flashing STOPS

SHORT & hard in front of the house.

Agent Scott gets out & without hesitation runs directly to

the house.

Uniformed cops dont try & stop Scott as he runs through the
bluntly forced OPEN door.

INSIDE THE HOUSE -

Scott clears through the living room with the empty glasses
of wine on the coffee table. Bullet holes pock the walls &
furniture over the glass-laden floors.

Through the destroyed but open, swinging door to the kitchen,

A single body lay under the sheet.

A broken man as he enters; Scott fights back the tears that

build in the corners of his eyes.
 25.

He takes in what used to be his friend as hes seen so many

others under a bloody soaked, white sheet on the ground &
reaches to pull back the cloth.

DET.(O.S.)
Its him.

Scott looks up to see a plain clothes Detective, 40s. Scott

looks back to the blanket.

DET. (CONTD)
You dont need to, Its... Its not
good.

Scott eyes open wide as he pulls back the sheet. His friend
spilled out on the floor, he looks away as the Detective
leans in, covers the body.

SCOTT
What do we know?

DET.
Pros. He didnt have a chance.

SCOTT
And Karen?

DET.
Chapel Medical Center. Shes in
surgery now. Single G.S. to the
head, another through her hand.

SCOTT
Were taking this.

DET.
I dont think--

SCOTT
--I dont care. This is D.E.As.
Where is his son, Jordan?

DET.
Looking. Looks like date night.

SCOTT
No, he was here.

DET.
How do you know? Couldve been out.
 26.

SCOTT
When was the last time you saw a
pro wearing Chuck Taylors on a job?
(Bloody tracks out door)

He looks to the bloody shoe prints on the ground, pulls out

his flashlight & follows them out the door.

EXT. SIDE OF HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

He steps up the fence like Jordan. Looks into the front yard.

DET.
You they think get em?

Scott ignores the question.

IN THE STREET - CONTINUOUS

Scott kneels above pieces of orange & red plastic that used
to be a tail-light.

Travis looks back to the fence then to the glass & the
abrasions on the asphalt.

SCOTT
If they took him. Who were they
shooting at right here? No... Hes
a smart kid, he got away.

Points into the direction of the fence Jordan jumped over.

He flips his flashlight up; The shot up red fence.

SCOTT (CONTD)
Spin up a bird, we got a runner.

Travis pulls out a RADIO as Scott walks back to his car.

EXT. A BACKYARD -

Jordan runs, out of breath. He stops & dry heaves over a

bush, looks right, left, behind him... Jumps another fence.

EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Scott climbs into a LAPD helicopter.

 27.

EXT. JORDAN - HILLSIDE - NIGHT

Half way down the bluff, Jordan moves slowly, each step a
slip under the loose shale.

HELICOPTER - AIR BORN

He points towards the bluffs, the pilot banks the chopper.

JORDAN - HILLSIDE

A rumble grows on the side of the hill as he reaches the

bottom & steps in to the thick brush.

Jordan turns to the bottom of the rise, the helicopters

searchlight swings back & fourth as it comes closer.

Jordan lays down in the tall brush, scoops handfuls of dirt

over himself, steadys himself as the light passes over him.

VOICES echo above him, barely heard over the SWIRL & POP of
the blades.

TRAVIS (O.S.)
Jordan!

VOICES on top call out the same.

TOP OF THE HILL -

Travis & a DOZEN officers stand at the top, hey look down
into the valley.

TRAVIS
Jordan. Were hear to help. Jordan!

UNI #1
You dont really think...

Travis leans over the side of the ledge.

TRAVIS
If he did, hes a crazy lil shit.

UNI #1
Or just scared to death.
 28.

CHOPPER - SAME

Scott's pushes the radio button on his headset in a LAPD

nighthawk helicopter.

SCOTT (RADIO)
Were headed that way. Keep your
eyes out.

Scott taps the pilot on the shoulder & points towards the
other end of the bluffs.

SCOTT (CONTD)
(Pilot)
If hes in this brush. Stay low.

The chopper pilot shakes his head, yes.

SCOTT (CONTD)
(Loudspeaker)
Jordan, this is Agent Scott. Were
hear to help you. Come on out.

JORDAN - HILLSIDE

Jordan moves fast through the brush, searchlights behind him.

CHOPPER -

Scott looks out of the side of the chopper.

SCOTT
(PILOT)
Take me down. Its too thick.

JORDAN - HILLSIDE

Jordan keeps a steady pace over the rugged terrain.

TOP OF THE HILL -

Travis continues to call out.

TRAVIS
(UNI)
Give two miles in every direction.
Lock it down.
 29.

JORDAN - SIDE OF THE ROAD

Police SPEED past, Jordan's stands from out of the bushes.

Jordan moves hastily among the side of the road away from all
of this. He turns back cautiously every few steps

EXT. JORDAN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

A half dozen reporters are gathered around Agent Scott as

Police tapes goes up around the house behind him.

SCOTT
At this time we have very little
information to share with you. We
are however, looking for the
publics help in finding Jordan
Prescott.
(Holds up a photo)
Hes 16, 5 foot 7.

A female reporter, LANA REEVES, 33 interrupts. Pretty, stern.

LANA
Youre referring to the son? Is he
a suspect?

SCOTT
Jordan is not a suspect and the
public should not attempt to detain
or approach him. If you spot
Jordan, please call your local
police department immediately.
(Looks into the camera)
Jordan, if you are listening, we
are on your side and we just want
to help, thats all I have for now,
thank you.

The reporters CLAMMER incoherently as they try to get in one

more question but Scott walks away to a waiting SUV.

INT. DEA SUV - CONTINUOUS

Scott grabs a ruggedized iPad: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram,

all Jordans pop up on the screen. Scott dials his cell...

SCOTT (PHONE)
Run a skip-trace on one Jordan
Prescott, sixteen. Runaway.
 30.

A KNOCK at the window. Scott looks up to see Lana at the

window.

LANA
Excuse me, Agent Scott?

SCOTT
As I said, I have nothing else to
add at this time.

LANA
He was a good man, Agent Prescott.
If there is anything I can do,
youll let me know?

She hands him her card.

SCOTT
Thank you. I will.

LANA
Im sorry for your loss.

Scott watches her leave before looking back at the card.

EXT. THE HALLOWS NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT

Marco clears through a line of mostly Latin clubbers in

caballero attire.

Deep bass of Narco Musica plays in the background as Marco,

his .45 In his belt, unhidden walks unchecked through the
crowd with another man.

INT. THE HALLOWS NIGHTCLUB - CONTINUOUS

Past the busy bar, a nod to the DJ & up a back set of stairs
with two very large, Cholos, tattooed faces at the top of the
stairs. They too carry their weapons in the open letting
Marco pass without hesitation.

INT. THE HALLOWS VIP - SAME

Sparsely filled just enough to feel busy not crowded.

LATINA STRIPPERS walk around freely. Henchman in the corners

& other tough men throw money around. They pour branded booze
down like water. THIS IS THE LIFE or something like it.

Marco moves without a care as his tail rubbernecks behind.

 31.

Walks up to the bar on the far wall & the bartender pours a
shot of tequila without a word.

Marco looks through to the other side of the room as a few

bodies separate & expose the back corner of the room.

A single, round table with its own lighting. One man sits as
the world seems to revolve around him. Heavily armed, flashy
Cholos stand on either side with AK-47 on low-carry to Their
fronts.

Manuel, lifts his glass from across the room to Marco.

A WOMAN pops up from under the table. She looks around, a sad
sight as her mascara runs down her cheeks only to have Manuel
pushes her head back down under the table.

Marco steps forward, stopped by a non-threatening, Well

dressed type. The man is connected but hardly the guy to
start popping off rounds if shit goes down. He is... JAIME
Anxious, pragmatic & sweating profusely.

(NOTE - ALL IN SPANISH)

JAIME
Marco. Hes really not happy. Hes
been screaming out orders all
night. Something is going down.

MARCO
Its fine. Ive got good news.

Marco lightly slaps him on the cheeks a few times before he

leaves him behind.

Marco makes it to the Apex of the table.

MANUELS TABLE - SAME

Head tipped back & enjoying the moment before lowering his
head, opening his eyes to see Marco.

He reaches under the table & taps politely. With no reply for
a few seconds, He grabs the back of the girls head & peels
her face off his cock.

MANUEL
Are we good?

The stripper pops her head back up. Scared & breathless.
 32.

MARCO
Yes, that problem is not going to
be an issue.

Manuels shoves her away. She falls to the ground. No-one

reacts as she scrambles away.

MANUEL
I feel like I should be happy.

MARCO
Yes.

MANUEL
But, Im not happy.

He moves just slightly & the gangsters on either side of him

pull the table out to give him room to step out.

INT. HALLOWS BASEMENT - MOMENTS LATER

Three more refined Cholos stand in a OPEN door.

Manuel, Marco & Manuels number one, CHARLES, 30s walk past
the gangsters who close in behind, shut the door.

Marco notices the exits disappear.

In the far back of the room, plastic tarps backlit by deep

orange construction lights that cast silhouettes through the
foggy, clear pseudo walls.

MANUEL
You know I hate failure?

MARCO
You think I failed?

MANUEL
You know whats like to be boss?

Marco knows its rhetorical.

MARCO
Im not sure what--

Manuel slaps Marco silent. Marcos lips bloodied, he looks up

slowly at Manuel. A new hate in his eyes as he wipes the
blood from his lip.

MANUEL
Its a constant job... Id like to
tell you a story. Is that okay?
(MORE)
 33.

MANUEL (CONT'D)
(Does not wait)
In ancient Egypt a young prince
carted around having his servants
carry him around the palace, the
kingdom, do you understand?...
(open a plastic wall)
The people would bow at his feet as
he passed and he would take
offerings of fish, bread and
pottery from the people.

He puts his hands on Marcos face holding him tight.

MANUEL (CONTD)
The Pharaoh saw this behavior as he
looked down onto the great city of
Cairo. From his tower he calls out
to the prince.

Marco scans the room.

MANUEL (CONTD)
The prince, the only true heir to
Egypt answers this call and comes
to the Pharaoh. Father, you called
for me? As his son kneels at his
feet and bows. Yes, I see you being
carried around the kingdom like it
were yours. Father, his son
replies. I see you take offerings
from the people they are yours.
Yes, father, his son replies.
(He walks slowly through the room)
His father ask him one question...
Do you believe that you are the
ruler of Egypt? No, he explains to
his father, You are. The pharaoh
stands and without another word or
hesitation, he stabs his son in his
chest.... And do you know what he
asked as his son as he lay there
dying?
(Lets go of Marco)

MARCO
No.

Manuel turns to Marco, face sour, his eyes now dark.

MANUEL
Then why make the mistake of
thinking I and the people I rule
over are not watching your
disgrace?
 34.

Manuel moves back a plastic sheet. Floor to ground platic,

dried blood in droves on the floor & walls.

MANUEL (CONTD)
You understand that I have to hold
those around me accountable?

MARCO
Yes. I can find the kid.

Manuel moves through the room, Charles nudges Marco forward.

INSIDE THE PLASTIC -

A corner, two men stand above a hastily forged bench in the

center of the plastic room. Jaime tied down, sweaty, beaten.

MANUEL
I hate failure... More than that, I
hate presumptions.

Jaime as he SCREAMS, too muffled to understand under the gag.

MANUEL (CONTD)
(Anger builds)
I dont bring in the weak. I dont
bring in the timid, foolish, broken
or THE GOD-DAMN NEEDY.

He grabs a machete from the small table covered in other

dirty, rusty, dry blood covered tools.

MANUEL (CONTD)
You cant run a business with
cowards at the helm.
(Turns to Marco)

MANUEL (CONTD)
Or thieves, am I right?

WOOOOSH! TWHACK!

Manuel swipes with one strike & cuts off Jaimes head as it
THUDS & rolls a few inches before it settles. Jaime eyes are
right at Marco.

MANUEL (CONTD)
(Amused)
Jesus christ. It never does that.
It just rolled over and looked at
you. Its like he knew the message
was not only for him.
 35.

Marcos eyes fixated as Manuel moves into an inch of his.

MANUEL (CONTD)
You find that kid and shut him
down. Find him, kill him.
(Shoulders his Machete)

MARCO
I dont think he knows anything.

With supreme accuracy, Manuel swings the Machete. The blade

stops on Marcoss throat.

MANUEL
This isnt about what he fucking
knows. This is about the message.
(Looks to Jaimes head)

MARCO
Is the message clear?

MARCO (CONTD)
Ill take care of it.

MANUEL
Marco, if you dont do this for me,
I will tell you another story.
(DROPS the Machete)

EXT. LA GREYHOUND STATION - SAME

More like a homeless shelter, the station is dirty, grimy &

looks like you could taste the urine stained sidewalk.

Tweakers, Crack heads, Prostitutes mill about as buses pass.

JORDAN (TEXT) (OS)

Ill get ahold of you soon.

MEGAN (TEXT) (OS)

The cops were just here.

Jordans eyes on his phone, a ticket in hand.

JORDAN (TEXT)
What did you say?

MEGAN (TEXT)
What could I say, Nothing.

JORDAN (TEXT)
Thank you.
 36.

SCOTT (O.S.)
Where you going?

Jordan freezes, turns to find Scott over his shoulder. Jordan

looks, his exits close off with AGENTS to the right & left.

JORDAN
I didnt do anything.

SCOTT
I know.

JORDAN
Howd you find me?

SCOTT
Im good at what I do...

JORDAN
My phone?

SCOTT
Not a great way to go off the grid.

JORDAN
I just want to get out of here.

SCOTT
Whats got you so scared?

JORDAN
I just gotta. I cant be here.

SCOTT
I cant let you do that.

JORDAN
What? So, if I run, youre gonna
shoot me?

Scotts places his hand on a TASER.

JORDAN (CONTD)
You wouldnt.

SCOTT
Then dont test me.

JORDAN
If I stay,... Im dead.

SCOTT
Whadya see?
 37.

JORDAN
Nothing... It doesnt matter.

Scott steps forward, Jordan steps back, about to run.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Dont.

Scott reaches out & grabs Jordans arm.

SCOTT
Your moms alive.
(Pulls him in hard)
Did you hear me? Shes alive.

Jordan pushes Scott off.

JORDAN
Dont fuck with me.

SCOTT
Im not. Im headed there now to
see her. Come with me.

JORDAN
...If youre fucking--

SCOTT
--Shes alive. I promise you.

EXT. CHAPEL MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - LATER

A large roundabout lined with makeshift, concrete planter

barricades that divide in & outgoing emergency traffic.

INT. POST-OP ICU HALLWAY -

The floors teams with life, nurses, families move freely.

At the far end of the hall, its quite, lifeless, TWO HEAVILY
armed DEA Agents stand guard outside a door.

JORDAN AND SCOTT MOVE DOWN THE HALL.

Scott pulls out his badge & the agents relax Their stance.

Jordan makes it to the door. He reaches out slowly, reluctant

to grab the knob as he turns back to Scott.

SCOTT
Ill be right here.
 38.

Jordan swallows his fears, TURNS the knob slowly.

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS

A single bed behind a half drawn privacy curtain.

The iron lung HEAVES UP, DOWN, out of sync to a HEART MONITOR
as Jordan inches forward to the dim light.

Tears already swell in his eyes. One hand reaches out, pushes
back to the curtain.

His mom, Karen, Barely recognizable under the tubes, wires,

electrodes out of the bloody, iodine soaked gauze.

JORDAN
Mom?... Its me mom, Its Jordan.
(holds her bloody hand)
Im here.
(Tears gather in his eyes)
Im sorry... Im so sorry.
Im sorry. I dont know what to do.
Oh, god please come back and tell
me what I am supposed to do.

Behind him. In the shadows. Scott steps in.

SCOTT
We gotta talk, Jordan.

JORDAN
(Storms passed)
Talk to yourself, Scott.

INT.HOSPITAL HALLWAY/ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS

Jordan stands, his face sours as Scott steps next to him.

JORDAN
You lied to me.

SCOTT
No I didnt.

JORDAN
You said... This isnt alive.

SCOTT
...Right now, more than you have
ever needed her. She needs you.
 39.

JORDAN
For what? Thats not my mom.

The words are sharp as the doors OPEN, Jordan steps in.

SCOTT
Youre better than that.

JORDAN
(As the doors close)
Am I?

EXT. CHAPEL MEMORIAL HOSPITAL

Two heavily armed agents stand on either side of the front

entrance to the hospital as Scott comes out.

SCOTT
Yo Fellas, How about a minute?

The two agents look at one another.

SCOTT (CONTD)
Itll be fine. Grab a coffee.

Jordan lights a bummed cigarette, sits on a large PLANTER.

JORDAN
You know, this is my fault.

SCOTT
No doubt you gotta shit deal.

JORDAN
I could have done something.

SCOTT
What could you have done?

JORDAN
(Takes a drag)
...Gonna give me any shit?

SCOTT
I think youve earned one.

JORDAN
I... I just fucking ran.

SCOTT
I would have, too.
 40.

SCOTT (CONTD)
We got to talk about it.

JORDAN
I know.

SCOTT
Did you see anything?

JORDAN
Theyll kill me.

SCOTT
No they wont. I wont let them.

JORDAN
They killed my dad and hes the
best...
(Thinks about the words)
Was the best.

SCOTT
No one can get it right every time.
They only have to get it right
once. If you had stayed, best case,
youd be laying next your mom.
Worst case, youd be laying next to
your dad.

Jordan looks up, takes a deep drag.

SCOTT (CONTD)
I need to know what you saw.

JORDAN
(Flicks the smoke)
I told you, nothing.

PARKING STRUCTURE - SAME

A BLACK PASSENGER VAN comes to a stop.

EXT. JORDAN AND SCOTT

JORDAN
I cant.

SCOTT
Would your father run?
 41.

JORDAN
(Clinches fist & jaw)
Maybe he should have. Then hed be
here to tell you to fuck off.

SCOTT
Someone has to pay. Im not
stopping until they do. You got to
stand up to this.

PARKING STRUCTURE - SAME

The passenger window rolls down.

The unmistakable barrel tip of a BARRETT .50 caliber Sniper.

EXT. JORDAN AND SCOTT

JORDAN
(Pulls away from Scott)
And what? Youre going to move me
to Nebraska? NO! Im not living the
rest of my life in fear and in some
bullshit safe-house with some
bullshit name. Ive lost my
parents. Im losing my friends, my
home, Megan. Shes all I got left
and you want me to give that up?

SCOTT
(Grabs Jordan)
And if you say nothing? Stay or go,
that life is gone...
(Softens)
You already lost those things.

Jordan says nothing.

SCOTT (CONTD)
Say nothing and you think they are
going to just let you go? Bygones?

Jordan thinks about it for a second.

SCOTT (CONTD)
Youre smarter than that, youre
better than this.

EXT. PARKING STRUCTURE

A finger wraps the trigger, thumb flips the safety off.

 42.

POV: A SCOPE BOUNCES & STEADIES ON SCOTT, THEN JORDAN.

A slight squeeze on the trigger, a red beam flips on.

JORDAN AND SCOTT - SAME

JORDAN
You guys got other ways to get this
done. Evidence, cameras, all that?

Jordan turns away from Scott. Scott cuts him off.

SCOTT
I need you. Your dad needs you.

The red dot bounces on Scott's chest. Jordan looks to the

structure, the glare POPS.

JORDAN
(Dives on Scott)
Gun!

A WHIZ as Jordan & Scott fall over the top of the planter. A
PING fro the handrail, another in the concrete. Jordan pulls
himself against the planter, then helps Scott.

Scott tries right himself, blood pooled under his hand.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Youre hit?

SCOTT
Fuck.

JORDAN
Oh shit.

Scott pulls back his jacket, a clean through & though shot.

Jordan adjust in place to run. Another round STRIKES near his

head, the planter EXPLODES dirt & concrete over them both.

Scott pulls out his obliterated cell phone.

SCOTT
Fuck.

The bullet STRIKES planter.

SCOTT (CONTD)
We just gotta wait it out. Someone
heard that.
 43.

Scott shifts in place. A round HITS next to him.

JORDAN
(Looks straight forward)
Its me.
(soto)
Its Just me.

SCOTT
Youre not in this alone.

SCOTT (CONTD)
(Stiff arms Jordan)
Sit your ass right there.

JORDAN
You said you could protect me. Look
at you... No one can protect me.

Jordan shifts his weight to make a run for it. Scott reaches
out to him, he misses as Jordan gets a foot off. Speedy
footwork, Jordan crosses the ER Roundabout.

One round after another STRIKE around him. Scott slides out
on his side, fires continuous rounds into the structure.

PARKING STRUCTURE - CONTINUOUS

The bullets RIP APART the van as the sniper rolls out of the
seat & goes out the back door. ITS MARCO. He SPLASHES a milk
carton of gas inside, trails it behind him, lights it.

ON SCOTT -

Scott reloads through the pain, brings his sights back on

target. Scans... Waits... The glow of a fire.

He turns back to Jordan, now at the other end of the Hospital

complex, Jordan disappears into the night.

SCOTT
(Thrashes wildly)
God damn it.

EXT. JORDAN'S HOUSE - LATER

Crime scene tape covers the front yard. A UNIFORMED OFFICER

watches a news team wrap up Their equipment from his cruiser.
 44.

INSIDE THE HOUSE - SAME

Jordan shoves a t-shirt into an already over-stuffed pack.

LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The kitchen door weak on its swinging hinges as Jordan stares

at the bullet holes lit from a light on the other side as it
spills across the dining-room now covered in dust.

He reaches out to the door, stops after only an inch. The

remarkable, congealed blood already shows. He lets the door
fall closed.

INT. DEN - CONTINUOUS

Jordan goes out a small window. On the table behind him, his
phone on top of a note: Im sorry, I cant stay

EXT. 5 FREEWAY - HOURS LATER

Angeles Mountains in the distance. Jordan occasionally turns

back with his thumb up to cars that pass, ignore him as he
finishes the last crumbs of saltine crackers.

5 FREEWAY - MOMENTS LATER

The light hits Jordan in the face like a fucking wrecking

ball on his soul, he drops to his knees.

A SCREAM carries, echoes into open desert air as he is just a

speck on the black asphalt.

5 FREEWAY - MOMENTS LATER

An older, white CHRYSLER LE BARON approaches. Jordan, tired,

doesnt even raise his thumb time. It STOPS just passed him.

Jordan runs to the car as the creaky, power window rolls

down, Jordan bends in.

Inside, THOMAS WELLS, 65. A worn look to his face as the

years have left a toll on the man, his white, messy, hat hair
tops off the polyester pants & red golf shirt.

TOM
Where ya headed?
 45.

JORDAN
(Looks ahead)
Anywhere North.

TOM
Thats a place I guess. Jump in, I
can get you as far as Salt Lake.

JORDAN
(Looks north, then south)
Perfect, thanks.

INT. CAR - MOMENTS LATER

An OPEN beer shoved between the cushions & a half done 12

pack on the floor board. Tom lights a cigarette.

JORDAN
Thanks. Really.

The car pulls away, the tail lights fade off.

Silence in the car is deafening. Tom just cruises with his

hands at 10 & 2. Occasionally he pulls a drink from his beer.

Jordan catches the move out from the corner of his eye.

TOM
(tosses a can to Jordan)
Help yourself. I shouldnt drink
this rack to myself anyways.

Tom uses his knee to steer, opens himself a beer, then Its
right back to 10 & 2. Jordan CRACKS his beer, takes a drink,
a BUMP in the road, he spills some.

TOM (CONTD)
(Amused)
Not your thing, huh?

JORDAN
Not usually driving, no.
(Looks at Toms smokes)
Is it cool?

TOM
Help yourself.

Jordan lights up, his eyes watch a car in the opposite lane
intently, he spots the obvious RED/BLUE lights on top, turns
in his seat to watch it pass. Tom watches him.
 46.

TOM (CONTD)
You dangerous?

JORDAN
(Settles back in)
Not that I know of.

TOM
Running?

JORDAN
Im sorry.

TOM
Seems to me a young man like you
out on the highway and some odd
dark thirty in the mornn. Hes
either running away from something
or running too something.

Jordan thinks about it for minute.

TOM (CONTD)
From or away?

JORDAN
...Yes.

TOM
Its a strange and amazing thing,
you know.

JORDAN
Whats that?

TOM
At my age, I got two good ears and
a for shit memory. Just so as you
know.
(Puts his hand out)
Tom.

JORDAN
Alright Tom, Im Chris.

TOM
Good name,... for a new start.

JORDAN
So is Tom.

Neither say a word, They smile... Just Drive.

 47.

EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

The car cruises past a sign WELCOME to NEVADA-BUCKLE UP

INT. GAS STATION - DAY

Jordan crosses down an aisle, then another. Not browsing, he

knows what wants.

Tom grabs another 12 pack from the cooler, looks back to see
Jordan throw a few things under his shirt.

TOM (O.S.)
Ready?

JORDAN
What? Oh, yeah.

TOM
Great, Im gonna pay for this.

JORDAN
(Adjust his shirt)
Meet you at the car?
(Walks out of the store.)

EXT. GAS STATION - DAY

Jordan turns to the small screen at the pump. It finishes a

story about a State-line Lotto winner & turns to a story
about him. A photo of him on the screen as Scott talks.

REPORTER
This is a picture of their son.
Jordan Prescott. The DEA... ...

Tom rounds the corner as Jordan pulls the pump hurriedly.

JORDAN
We should get out of here.

TOM
You in a hurry?

Jordan scans the pumps to see if he busted: A woman looks, no

connection made. An EMPLOYEE fills windshield buckets.

TOM (CONTD)
(Throws Jordan the keys)
Im a little more than buzzed. You
can handle it, right?
 48.

JORDAN
Yeah, lets get outta here.

Jordan rounds the front of the car & Tom passes him. Tom
looks up to the screen--

JORDAN (CONTD)
How far is Salt Lake?

TOM
(Looks at his watch)
I dont know, a few hours, maybe.

Jordan starts the car, puts it in drive, pulls away.

The Employee on the far pump looks over for a brief moment &
sees Jordan. No reaction.

TOM (CONTD)
Im gonna shut my eyes for bit. Let
me know when we hit Utah, will ya?

JORDAN
Sure.

Jordan lights up another smoke as he stares out into the

faded sunlit landscape, tears grow, begin to fall.

Tom opens his eyes for a brief moment, sees, says nothing
before he closes his eyes.

INT. DEA FIELD OFFICE - DAY

Almost like graffiti, a whiteboard covered behind a large

table. A busy phone bank has agents scurry.

AGENT 2
You think Jordan is your grandson
in the other room?...

AGENT 3 AGENT 4
New York City. Okay, got it, Thank you for your call. We
thank you-- will certainly look into it.

Wills office now doubles a command center. The once file

covered desk now cleared with a pyramid of faces pinned to
it. Marco, Jaimie, Manuel at the top.

Marcos picture has the words HITTER & a ? Next to a

familiar Prescott family photo.
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BRIEFING ROOM - SAME

A modest press room, no press. State, Fed. & Local law

enforcement fill the seats, listen intently as Scott stands
at the head of the room with another, white, haired Agent.

A similar board from Wills office is pinned up behind Scott.

SCOTT
(He points to Marco)
This is Marco Santiago. A high-
level Moreno Cartel enforcer and
believed to be the trigger on Agent
Prescotts family.

Scott moves to the center of the room.

BRAD (O.S.)
And Karen?

In the crowd of Agents, this one stands out. A Rugged, tough

agent, looks like hes been undercover for a year. BRAD
KELLER, 35. Hardened, sincere.

SCOTT
Doctors have confirmed she is
unlikely to wake, if she does, the
nerve damage is... Well,
significant.

Brad walks towards the front of the room.

SCOTT (CONTD)
This is one of ours. Will, Karen.
Jordan is our son, our family.
(Looks to Brad)
Dont let anything go, stir up the
nest, flip your C.Is. This
motherfucker, he doesnt walk.

The room empties under the CLAMMER of feet & jockeying cops
as Brad makes his way to Scott.

SCOTT (CONTD)
Good to see you.

BRAD
It coulda been better reasons.
(Picture of Marco)
This is our guy?

SCOTT
Thats the word on the street.
Three arrest, equal acquittals.
(MORE)
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SCOTT (CONT'D)
Each and every time we get close,
witnesses run, recant or disappear.

BRAD
You think this ones different?

CUT TO: MOS

INNER CUTS

I/E. SUV - NIGHT - MOS

Red Brake light glow over the dry brush in any LA County
Desert.

Marco gets out of the car and heads around to the back, opens
the trunk to JAIMIES head looking at him, the body crunched
into the back next to a shovel.

BRIEFING ROOM:

SCOTT
He is violent, calculating. As of
now, I got him linked to 30 plus
homicides from Mexico, Juarez, San
Diego--

DESERT: MOS

One of Marcos Cholo associates grabs a shovel and digs.

BRAD (O.S.)
--Now LA.

Marco and his partner slide Jaimies body into the hole.

BRIEFING ROOM:

SCOTT
Now in our backyard.

DESERT:

Marco pulls his gun out from his waistband as his associate
piles dirt on the body. A FLASH of light slumps the cholo
into the hole with Jaimie. Marco stands over the bodies.

BACK TO SCENE: BRIEFING ROOM:

The door burst OPEN. A spunky, little Jr. Agent flies in.
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JR.
We got a good hit.

INT. GAS STATION - DAY

Scott & Brad head inside as agents scour the scene outside.

The clerk at the counter, the same bucket filler.

ATTENDANT
Oh shit. Welcome to the Beacon?

SCOTT
(Holds up his badge)
Do the cameras work?

The Attendant looks up to the numerous cameras above.

INT. GAS STATION - MANAGERS OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

Scott, Brad & few other Agents are gathered around a single
TV monitor on top of a safe next to a messy desk as the
nervous, TWEAKED out MANAGER cues up footage from yesterday.

16 small cube images pop on the screen.

BRAD
Maybe just the ones outside on the
pumps.

A few buttons pressed, images change to 6 images, then 3.

SCOTT
Fast forward.

ATTENDANT
If you tell me what youre looking
for, I might... You know, speed
things up.

SCOTT
a kid. 16.

ATTENDANT
Well most of what we get around
here is trucks, I dont remember
any kids.

A few buttons, a single image takes up the screen. The top

reads PUMP 4, he fast forwards to the point when a familiar,
white Chrysler that pulls up. Jordan gets out.
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SCOTT
There! Right there!

Jordan starts to pump gas, an unsteady Tom walks to the

store. Jordan follows shorty.

ATTENDANT
Look! Its the kid from the TV.

Scott & Brad look at one another as the Manager starts to

press buttons, the screens change to inside.

BRAD
Fast forward again.

The image speeds up until Jordan speaks with Tom as he starts

towards the cooler. Jordan walks out of frame.

SCOTT
Who the fuck is this guy?

BRAD
(To Scott)
Jordan look scared to you?

ATTENDANT
I remember this kid. Him and the
old timer talked, they were cool.

A few key strokes, the image changes to a wide shot of the

highway entrance as the car exits & heads north.

SCOTT
(Soto)
Where you going, Jordan?

Manager flips forward, as Scott leaves the room and Brad

pulls his phone.

BRAD
(Attendant)
--I need that plate number.
(Clicks his fingers)
I need a chase BOLO on a White--

INT. GAS STATION FLOOR - CONTINUOUS

Scott moves across the floor to the same aisle Jordan was in.
He looks up to place himself in the same spot as Jordan.

Hair products, binaca, TP & individual bottles of whatever.

Brad walks up behind him.

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SCOTT
Were going to lose this kid.

BRAD
What do you think?

SCOTT
(Grabs a bottle of dye)
Hes smart.

BRAD
The whole countries looking for him
and that car. Well find him.

SCOTT
Straight north. Theres nothing
random about it. Hes got a plan.

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT

The skyline of a city below. Toms white Chrysler exits a

mountain pass.

INT. CAR - SAME

Tom still sleeps & Jordan lets out a HUGE YAWN.

TOM
(struggles up)
Well, God damn. How long I been
out.

JORDAN
Few hours.

TOM
You hungry?

JORDAN
I could eat.

Tom reaches behind the seat, pulls out an MRE. Jordan smiles.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Not what I was expecting.

TOM
Really?

JORDAN
Youre right. Its kind of perfect.

Tom hands Jordan a GREEN POUCH. Questionably edible.

 54.

JORDAN (CONTD)
You never said where youre going?

TOM
You didnt ask.

JORDAN
Youre right... ... So?

TOM
Away.

EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - NIGHT

A woman runs with her little JACK RUSSEL dog down the dark
street, only lit by one street lamp every 50 feet.

A black SUV pulls up next to the woman, it passes, from

behind, only 1 tail light glows.

MARCO
Excuse me?

She stops, looks into the SUVs window. Takes a step forward.

EXTREME WIDE:

A small flash of light. The woman slumps to the ground hard.

EXT. JORDANS HOUSE - NIGHT

A police cruiser parked. A strange blue glow from inside.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -

A uniformed cop sits in his cruiser. An iPhone in hand. He

plays CLASH OF THE CLANS. Looks up to see another dog walker
coming his way, backlit by the infrequent street lamps.

OUTSIDE - JORDAN'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Within feet, the dog walker passes the officer. The COP looks
up just in time for the first flash of light.

The round BURST through the glass, the officer, the headrest
as the officer attempts to flee, Marco FIRES 3 more rounds,
the HITS spin the officer to the ground.
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Marco stands over the officer, a GUSH of blood from a hole in

his neck. Marco watches the life leave him as the dog BARKS
and Jerks at the leash in Marcos hand.

Marco looks if hes garnered attention.

He swings the barrel up, without a look or hesitation. A

small FLASH of light, a YELP as the leash goes limp.

INT. JORDANS HOUSE -

Marco moves through the dark entry, into the living room.

THE DEN -

Marco picks up Jordans phone, the note, he crumbles it

before he puts it into his pocket.

Marco fixes the disturbed blinds from Jordans escape, pulls

out his phone and dials.

MARCO (SPANISH)
They dont have him.

Upstairs he opens a door: Will & Karens room. He moves slow,

intently inside, opens a drawer, Karens underwear, he pulls
a pair, runs his finger over them. Puts them back.

He opens another door: A bathroom. He passes it.

JORDANS ROOM - UPSTAIRS

Posters line the walls. NIRVANA, GREEN DAY, SOUND GARDEN,

SMASHING PUMPKINS. 90s alternative/ rock.

A dresser mirror combo against the wall has pictures,

scattered homework on the top of the counter.

In the edges of the mirror are pictures of:

- Will & Karen. Marco runs his fingers down the images.

- Jordan holds a bass guitar.

- CLARK (Well meet him later) holds a pair of drumsticks.

- Jordan & Megan hug in a high school hallway.

Marco stops there, pulls Megans picture from the its wedged
position, looks at it closer, grabs all of the pictures.
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EXT. SALT LAKE CITY METRO BUS STOP - NIGHT

Jordan eases to stop in front of a closed family restaurant

next to a bar closing for the night as the crowd ushers out.

Jordan shuts off the engine.

TOM
Well, I guess this is it.

JORDAN
I cant thank you enough.

TOM
Dont mention it, Chris.

JORDAN
My name isnt Chris.

Tom looks at him for a moment.

JORDAN (CONTD)
You know what, never mind.

Tom shakes his head no, as Jordan hands him the keys,
shakes his hand, walks off into the night through the crowd
of wondering drunks.

Jordan walks off into the night as Tom watches him go.

ON JORDAN - MOMENTS LATER

A few occasion car pass Jordan, he watches over his shoulder,

stays close to the wall of the storefronts. One behind him
moves to slow for comfort as he checks the reflection... Its
pacing him. Hes fucked!

He steps up his pace, the car does too. The end of the block
is too far away. Jordan turns to the car, blinded by the
lights, he shields his eyes.

TOM
Hey Jordan.

JORDAN
(Relaxes his stance)
You scared the shit out of me, you
know?

TOM
(gets out of the car)
Yeah, thats the problem with
running. Always scared--
 57.

JORDAN
Did you just call me... Howd you
know?

TOM
Two good ears. I saw the news.

Tom tosses him the keys.

JORDAN
Whats this?

TOM
Shes yours. You need it.

JORDAN
I cant, its too much.

TOM
I took off from a retirement home a
few weeks ago.

JORDAN
(amused)
Are you shitting me?

TOM
If Im being honest, where the fuck
am I going? She aint got much left
in her but Im thinking you got a
bigger need than me.

JORDAN
Youre an amazing man, Tom.

TOM
Its Bill.

JORDAN
Thank you,... Bill.

Jordan gets in & Tom bends down into the window.

BILL
Under the seat.

Jordan squints & obliges. He reaches under the seat & pulls
out a dusty .38 Caliber pistol.

JORDAN
Whats thi--

BILL
--Its old but, if you need it.
 58.

JORDAN
Why didnt you say anything?

BILL
Aint my business what one man
wants to talk about with another.

JORDAN
Ill get it back to you.

BILL
Leave the keys in the visor, I got
a hunch the cops are gonna find it
fortoo long.

Jordan thinks, smiles at the old man, puts the car in drive.

EXT. FOREST LAWN CEMETERY - DAY

HUNDREDS of Unformed Cops and thier cruisers parade into the

gates. A hearse guided by Scott, Brad, A rough looking,
MILLER and JACKSON. In suits but look like they care right
off the fields of Afghanistan with thier burley builds and
shaggy beards.

GRAVE SITE - MOMENTS LATER:

A priest finishes his words as a large flag is folded with

honor and precision.

An empty seat at the head of the grave that Scott stares at.

EXT. HIGHWAY - DAWN

The Chrysler is parked on the side of the highway under a

Welcome to Idaho - The Gem State sign, seemingly empty.

INT. CAR - MOMENTS LATER

In the backseat, Jordan, sweaty in the hot desert sun is

curled next to an empty pack of Winstons & a .38 that he
grabs as the WOOOSH of a car wakes him. He jerks up.

He lights a cigarette, focused on the flame.

A car approaches in the opposite direction. He pulls from the

smoke, follows the car with his eyes as it closes in, its a
STATE TROOPER who locks eyes with Jordan.
 59.

The cop does nothing as Jordan shakes out the night, takes a
drag & looks back to the mirror.

A few miles back, under the haze of the hot asphalt, RED &
BLUE lights spin up coming his way, fast, he turns in place.

JORDAN
Fuck me.

Jordan throws his smoke out & slides over the bucket seat &
turns over the car. NOTHING.

JORDAN (CONTD)
No, No, not now. Comon.

He turns it over again. LIFE, he PEELS out onto the road.

HIGHWAY -

Police cruiser gains as Jordans shitty Chrysler into a REST

AREA with sleeping overnight families & truckers.

Half way through the parking lot, the cruisers flies in.

INT. CAR - REST AREA - SAME

He guns the engine around the back of the cinderblock

bathrooms, grabs his bag, steadies the wheel, opens his door,
jumps out, tumbles near the building.

The car continues, crashes through a fence into a cornfield.

EXT. COP CAR - SAME

Rounds the corner of the bathrooms, Jordan gets behind a

dumpster near the side of the building.

The cop pulls in behind the Chrysler as the car drifts to a

stop against the tall stalks.

JORDAN - BEHIND THE COP

The cop stops behind it, exits, gun drawn.

STATEY
This is the Idaho state police.
Exit the vehicle.

Behind the cop, Jordan sneaks around the corner. A few

travelers pass him to see whats the commotion.
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REST AREA ENTRANCE -

Another Trooper FLIES through the entrance.

ON JORDAN -

The cop passes Jordan as he does his best to blend in.

He sees the trooper pull in with his lights on & cruise

through the parking lot.

Jordan slides in between two truck wheels as the trooper

passes by.

He looks up & sees a sign on the back of the truck SIMPLOT

COMPANY - JEROME IDAHO

Jordan lifts the gate arm, jumps into the rig.

INT. RIG -

Jordan slowly moves past farm equipment & climbs to the front
of the rig & sits quietly listening for the cops.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Marco sits in his car with photos of Jordan. A BELL RINGS.

EXT. GRANT HIGH SCHOOL - L.A. STREET - CONTINUOUS

Dozens of teens move about. In the mix of faces, one stands

out. Its Megan with friends.

EXT. OUTSIDE CAMPUS - SAME

Marco watches her then checks the photo.

EXT. TRUCK - DUSK

A big rig AIRBRAKES to a STOP, the TRUCKER, a burley, heavy

man gets out & rounds to the back of his truck.

The door swings slightly, he pulls his TIRE BATON, climbs in.
 61.

INT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS

TRUCKER
Alright, get your ass out here.

Over the top of the equipment, he gets to the front, lands at

a clearing someone has made. A bed made with FURNIPADS.

He pulls a small MAGLITE, shines it over the space, finds a

mess of hair trimmings, hair dye, empty water bottles.

EXT. JEROME HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

A large front entrance. Like a courthouse or a church. Its

clean, modern. A bell RINGS out.

A few seconds go by... Nothing. Then, the doors fly OPEN,

dozens of kids break though into the parking lot.

No ones seems to rush. Talking, laughing as they go. Some

look over to the unfamiliar face with a hoodie on.

A familiar face closes in, Its the drummer from the pictures
on Jordan's mirror with a few friends, CLARK, 17 walks past,
pays no attention to Jordan.

JORDAN
(Just above a whisper)
Hey. Clark.

Clark doesnt hear him.

JORDAN (CONTD)
(louder, sharper)
Clark!

Clark stops, confused.

On Jordan: His hair a bit shorter, messy, it lays jet black

just above his eyes. WE BARELY RECOGNIZE HIM.

Clark squints to take in the person in front of him.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Its me.

CLARK
Jordan?!

JORDAN
(Looks right and left)
Shhh... I need your help. Im in
trouble.
 62.

CLARK
No shit, man. Youre all over the
news dude. They called in my dad.

JORDAN
Can we get out of here?

CLARK
Holy shit, man. Youre really here.

He grabs Jordan & hugs him. TIGHT.

JORDAN
(Amused)
Its good to see you, too. Maybe we
can do this, you know...

CLARK
Yeah, fuck yeah. Shit, Sorry. My
cars at the end of the lot.

INT. CLARKS JETTA - MOMENTS LATER

Clark pulls into a small park, outside the car, the high
burnouts drink beer, smoke weed & play hackey-sac.

CLARK
So, what do you need? Money?

JORDAN
No,... I need a place to crash.

CLARK
For sure. You can crash in the
guest house.

JORDAN
No one can know Im here?

CLARK
Cool, we can keep it on the D.L.

JORDAN
I mean it man. No one.

CLARK
Well you cant just sit in the
guest house. We got get you out and
about. Make you legit.
 63.

JORDAN
You have something in mind?
(Off Clarks look)
What are you thinking?

EXT. DAVIDS HOUSE - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT

A top window burns bright on the dark street.

Megan changes in the window.

INT. DAVIDS HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Darkened window across from Megans, Marco sit in shadows. He

wipes blood from a LARGE knife on the bed.

Behind him, a husband & wife lay dead against the wall, their
eyes glazed over. A glare to a frightened teen, alive, DAVID
(16( is hogtied, gagged & beaten.

MARCO
I bet you sat here once or twice
before, havent you?...

He turns to the tear soaked David, MUMBLING under his gag.

MARCO(CONTD)
Youre a sick little fuck, huh?

MARCO (CONTD)
(Stands over him)
You know her?

Nothing from David. Too scared or too stupid, Marco heels

back. A KICK to the face slams his head against the wall.

Davids face now covered in blood from a broken nose.

MARCO (CONTD)
Are you confused what happens if
you dont answer my questions?

More incoherent MUMBLES from under the gag.

MARCO (CONTD)
What? I cant hear you. Hang on.

Marco grabs Mom by the back of her hair as David tries to

keep it together.
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MARCO (CONTD)
(To Mom)
Is your baby smart?

He uses his other hand to move her mouth.

MARCO (CONTD)
(AS MOM)
Yes, mister bad man, very smart.
(AS MARCO)
I thought youd say that.

Marco raises his finger over his mouth telling David to shut
the fuck up before he removes the gag.

MARCO (CONTD)
Tell me about the girl.

DAVID
(Under tears)
What do you want to know?

MARCO
Tell me about her boyfriend.

David hesitates to answer, Marco SMACKS sense back into him.

DAVID
He sells a bit of weed at school.

MARCO
Dont fucking play with me.
(He SMACKS him again)
Does he love her?

DAVID
I dont know. I guess.

MARCO
Thank you. See, that wasnt so
hard, was it?
(Marco composes himself
and drosses to the
window)
Tell me more.

EXT. OUTSIDE DAVIDS HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

Marco gets into his car, looks up to Megan as she undresses

inside, laughs on her phone & looks into an unseen mirror.
 65.

INT. DAVIDS HOUSE - DOWNSTAIRS - NIGHT

The house completely ran-sacked of anything of value.

The stairs have the photos dropped, shattered on the steps.

UPSTAIRS - CONT.

Upstairs is much of the same. Tossed, trashed. In the bedroom

doorway, mom & dads bodies lay lifeless, the room blood
soaked, in the closet, David hangs lifeless by a belt from
the rod above, the knife in his limp hand.

THE WINDOW:

Marco stops at a neighbors trash can, dumps a pillow case

that CLINKS & SHATTERS before he drives away.

Megan looks out the window, she closes the curtains.

EXT. REST AREA - LATER

A helicopter spins up dust & loose brush as it lands in the

center of the Caution Taped off rest area.

The whole lot teams with federal, state & local law
enforcement as news trucks and media storm about.

Scott & Brad exit the windy, static chopper as officers hold
their hats on.

BRAD
Deputy.
(Scott shuts up)

The State Trooper that followed Jordan meets them with

Handshakes. STATEY, 44.

BRAD (CONTD)
What do you got?

The three of them cross the lot to where Jordan left the car
in the feild behind the restrooms.

MILLER
I see this kid sleeping in a car.

BRAD
(Prescott family photo)
Is this the kid you saw?
 66.

MILLER
Without a doubt.

SCOTT
You let this kid get away?

MILLER
I... I was running...

SCOTT
Did you think you might wanna light
him up then run him?

BRAD
Scott.

MILLER
I thought--

SCOTT
-Thinking, might get this kid dead.

MILLER
(Obvious whisper)
Scott, cool it.

Scott walks off towards the car, slips on a pair of gloves.

BRAD
Hes playing this one a little
close to the vest, ya know.

MILLER
You got a put leash on that guy.

BRAD
(Shakes the deputies hand)
Thanks, Ill keep that in mind.

EXT. REST AREA/BEHIND THE BATHROOMS - CONTINUOUS

Scott's peaks his head into the Chrysler as Brad walks up.

BRAD
What just happened back there?

SCOTT
Nothing.

BRAD
Well, nothing just happened,
really, really hard on that deputy.
(MORE)
 67.

BRAD (CONT'D)
I dont think hes going to be much
help to us now.

SCOTT
He wasnt much help before.

BRAD
Whats eating you?

Scott gets out of the car.

SCOTT
He was here.
(Points to the Chrysler)
He was right here.

BRAD
We havent lost him. Cool it.

SCOTT
Ill kill this fucking guy--
(Pulls of his gloves,
kicks the dirt)
I had him,... Back at the hospital,
I had him and I let him get away,
too. He was right, I cant protect
him.

BRAD
You took a round for him.

SCOTT
This Marco character, hes clean. I
got nothing on him, ever, he never
drops the ball and hes hunting
without rules and even if there
were, he gives no shits...
(Scott perks up)
Fuck me...
(He looks dead at Brad)
Were chasing the wrong person.

Scott looks to the chopper pilot & spins his finger up.

SCOTT (CONTD)
Follow this up. I got an idea.

Scott's pushes through the dusty ROTOR WASH of the chopper.

EXT. MIDDLE OF DESERT - BONFIRE - NIGHT

Clark & Jordan pull to a stop, a few dozen cars lined against
a tall sand berm. A drunk JOCK outside war cries.
 68.

JOCK
(Face against the glass)
TIGERS FUCKING RULE!

CLARK
See, tigers fucking rule.

CLARK (CONTD)
I have an idea, Jason.

JORDAN
Who the hell is Jason?

CLARK
You, you dont like Jason?

JORDAN
Its okay, I guess. It doesnt
scream... You know, me.

CLARK
Listen, You got meet me half on
this, but right now, I got to check
on something.

Clark points to a berm, teens come & go over the top, backlit
by a large Orange/Red glow.

JORDAN
Can I borrow your phone?

CLARK
(Tosses the phone over)
No 800 numbers.

Jordan dials. *67...

INT. MEGANS ROOM - NIGHT

A dark room lights up to the heavy BUZZ on the nightstand.

Megan rolls over, grabs the phone: No Caller ID

START INTERCUT: INT. MEGANS ROOM/ INT. JORDAN IN CAR.

MEGAN
Hello?

JORDAN
Hey.
 69.

MEGAN
(Sits up, perks up)
Jordan, oh my god. Where are you?
Things are so weird around here.
Some lady got killed--

JORDAN
--I just called to tell you Im
okay.

The same drunk jock slams on the glass.

JOCK (O.S.)
TIGERS FUCKING RULE!

Jordan cover the phone from the sound & smiles passively.

MEGAN
Where are you?

JORDAN
I cant really say. Everything is
cool. Apparently Im a tiger and
they fucking rule.

MEGAN
What? What does that mean?

JORDAN
Nothing. Its stupid... Are you
okay?

MEGAN
Im fine. Things are super weird
here. They buried your dad. I snuck
a few pics for you.
(Silence from both ends)
Jordan? I miss you.

JORDAN
I miss you, too.

... ... ... ... Awkward silence.

MEGAN JORDAN (CONT'D)

Well... I should...

Nervous laughs at both ends of the line.

MEGAN
Be careful... Please.

JORDAN
I will.
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Jordan lowers the phone.

END INTERCUTS. BACK TO SCENE:

EXT. FIRESIDE - NIGHT

Jordan walks through the crowd, a poor attempt to blend, his

emo look isnt much help here.

KEG - CONTINUOUS

A mix of cowboys, jocks & semi-normal teens, both male &

female stand around, laugh at a game of NEVER HAVE I EVER.

Jordan grabs a red solo cup, waits for the cute girl, LAURA,
17, to finish her pour. Distracted by the environment.

LAURA
Hey.
(Holds the tap for him)
You okay?... Hey, space cadet?

The others smile & laugh.

LAURA (CONTD)
Should I just pour it on you?

He stutters back to reality. More laughs.

JORDAN
What? Shit, sorry. Yeah, thanks.
(Holds out his cup)

LAURA
I dont know you. Who are you?

JORDAN
I, uh, Well, Im visiting.

LAURA
Who?

JORDAN
What?

LAURA
Who are you visiting?

JORDAN
A friend.
 71.

LAURA
You said that, whos your friend?

JORDAN
Clark.

LAURA
Oh, Clark. I love Clark.

JORDAN
Yeah, hes pretty cool.

She makes a connection.

LAURA
I know you.

JORDAN
(Looks for an exit)
You do?

LAURA
Yeah.

JORDAN
Listen--

LAURA
--Yeah. Youre his friend from back
in California, right?

JORDAN
Yeah, but if--

LAURA
--He told me you were coming out.
But, I thought he said for summer?

JORDAN
(Relaxes)
Plans kinda changed. Last minute.

LAURA
Cool.

JORDAN
Hey, Im... Im--
(Searching for an answer)
Im...

CLARK (O.S.)
I see you met Laura.

Jordan, Laura turn to find Clark w/another, larger, BILLY.

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LAURA
Trying to.

CLARK
Laura, Billy this is Jason.

Jordan shakes Billys hand.

JORDAN
(Smiles to Laura)
Hey...

LAURA
Hey.

JORDAN
(Clark)
Did you get that thing done?

CLARK
Working on it. Thats what he does.

BILLY
Take a walk?

Laura turns to her other friends as the boys walk away.

JORDAN
Hey, Laura?

LAURA
Huh?

JORDAN
Thanks.

He lifts his beer.

LAURA
No problem. See you around?

JORDAN
Maybe.

LAURA
Cool.

They both smile at one another as Jordan falls behind.

CLARK
Jason! Comon.

Jordan catches up, looks back to see Laura look back too
before her friends pull her attention.
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EXT. CAR - MOMENTS LATER

Jordan drapes his arms over the top of the car.

JORDAN
So, whatd you tell him?

CLARK
What, Billy? Youre a runaway from
Boise.

JORDAN
Really? He wont rat?

CLARK
Hes making you fake papers. Whos
he gonna rat too?

JORDAN
He can pull it off, right?

CLARK
(Drapes arms on the hood)
Do we, or you have another idea?

Jordan thinks about it for a minute.

CLARK (CONTD)
Exactly. Get in.

In the distance, Laura walks with a few girlfriends.

CLARK (CONTD)
Besides, it looks like youre
already making friends.

Jordan turns to see Laura who looks back at him.

JORDAN
Now is not the time to be messing
with some girl.

CLARK
Laura is not some girl. Shes
Laura.

JORDAN
Then why havent you got with her.

CLARK
(Surprised Jordan hasnt
figured it out)
Umm, Because shes not my type.
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JORDAN
I have a girlfriend, anyways.

CLARK
(He watches Jordan watch laura)
Right, back home, the place you
cant go back to, like, ever.

Jordan stares out into the night. The embers from the fire
fly int the sky.

EXT. MEGAN'S HOUSE - DAY

A clean, tailored pants walk confidently up the entranceway.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

The door opens to MRS. JENNER, 35.

MRS. JENNER
Can I help you?

A Badge comes up, just behind it; Its MARCO.

MARCO
Hello maam, Im Special Agent John
Keller with the DEA. Are you the
mother of...
(Looks at a sheet of paper)
Megan Jenner?

MRS. JENNER
Is she in some kind of trouble? The
other agents already came and went.

MARCO
No, I just have a few follow up
questions. May I come in?

MRS. JENNER
Of course, please.

Jenner moves to the side allowing Marco inside.

INT. MEGANS HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

They move down the hall to an OPEN livingroom. Very similar

to Jordans house. Like most houses in this area.

MARCO
Are you aware of the relationship
between Megan and Jordan Prescott?
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MRS. JENNER
Of course. We love Jordan.

MARCO
Is your daughter home right now?

MRS. JENNER
Yes, hang on.
(invites him to sit)
Of course. Please have a seat. Can
I get you something to drink?

MARCO
No maam. Im great, thank you.

Jenner moves out of the room.

Marco walks around the livingroom, looks at pictures on

tables that tell the story of a life, a family.

Shes a good student, cheerleader, lots of friends & all

around good kid.

MEGAN
Hello?

MARCO
Megan, I have a few questions about
Jordan Prescott. Can we talk?

Megan doesnt look pleased. Like she might run.

MRS. JENNER
(Enters behind Megan)
Of course she can.

She sits & places her hand on the seat next to her for Megan
to sit as Marco crosses over, sits opposite them.

MARCO
Have you spoken with Jordan since
his disappearance?

MRS. JENNER
She already told the other agents
that she hadnt spoken with him
since that night.

MARCO
(to Mrs. Jenner)
No, I understand, but sometimes
after a tragedy like this.
(He looks to Megan)
Have you spoken with him?
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Megans leg wont stop bouncing as it travels up her body as

she picks the fresh nail polish off he fingers, looks down.

MEGAN
No.

MARCO
(Mrs. Jenner)
May I be frank?

MRS. JENNER
Of course.

MARCO
(Megan)
Megan, look at me.
(She does)
The man that did this is a very,
very dangerous man. He doesnt care
about life, he will kill Jordan the
moment he thinks he sees him and if
we dont find Jordan and find him
soon...

MEGAN
(She stands)
I told you I havent spoken with
him. What else do you want?

MRS. JENNER
Megan! Sit down.

MEGAN
No mom, This is bullshit. I already
said I havent spoken with him.

Megan STORMS out of the room.

MRS. JENNER
MEGAN!
(to Marco)
Sorry about that, I dont know what-

MARCO
--Its okay. I understand. Shes
been through so much. We all have
in this.

MRS. JENNER
If she thinks of anything else,
Ill reach out. I have Agents
Scotts card still.
 77.

MARCO
Good man that Agent Scott. I plan
on thanking him later, too.

She walks him to the door.

INT. MEGAN'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Megan is on her bed, earbuds in reading a text book. The

music is up loud, A THUMP interrupts the POP & she pulls
out a bud & looks to the door.

A THUMP gets her attention.

MEGAN
Mom?...

She goes to the door & opens it just slightly.

MEGAN (CONTD)
(Down the hall)
MOM!...

MEGAN (CONTD)
(top of the stairs)
Is that you?...

She rounds a corner. Her Mom is stripped to her underwear,

tied to each corner of the kitchen table, beaten and gagged.

MEGAN (CONTD)
(Runs to her)
Mom!

MEGAN (CONTD)
(Undoes the gag)
Hang on.

She gets the gag off.

MRS. JENNER
Run!

Megan stops dead in her tracks, turns to run Marco grabs her
hair, yanks her vertical. She SLAMS to the ground, DAZED,
Marco mounts her, PUNCHES her unconscious.

MOMENTS LATER:

Megans eyes flutter as the cobwebs clear. Mrs. Jenner

struggles. Marco sits in a chair playing on his phone with a
cup of coffee.
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Without a look, without notice, he swings over, climbs onto

Megan, sets down the water.

MARCO
(His finger over his lips
& knife to her throat)
Shhhhhh...

MARCO (CONTD)
(In her ear)
You want to survive this, yes?

She nods yes.

MARCO (CONTD)
Do I look stupid?

MEGAN
What?

He swings the blade down her blouse ripping the light

material with little effort.

MARCO
Do I look like Im fucking stupid?

MEGAN
No.

MARCO
Thats right... Do you know why
that is?

Megan says nothing.

MARCO (CONTD)
Because Im not fucking stupid.

On the table, Mrs. Jenner struggles. Marco swings the blade,

a SLICE through her face. Megan JERKS and SQUEAKS.

MARCO (CONTD)
(Mrs. Jenner)
Me and Megan are trying to talk.
Youre being very rude.
(Looks back to Megan)
This one over here, right?
(His grin turns sour)
Wheres Jordan?

MEAGN
All he--
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MARCO
--Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh, shhhh, before you
speak, think long and hard. This is
not a game show. If you get the
question wrong, you dont get to go
home with a toaster. I will take
this knife and fuck your mother
with it before I cut your perfect,
perky tits off and place in our
mailbox... ... Now, wheres Jordan?

MEGAN
He didnt say where he was--

Marco pops three of her buttons off her blouse in one move.

MEGAN (CONTD)
He said he was going to be a tiger.
I dont know what that means, it
sounded like he was at a party.

MARCO
A tiger? Are you sure.

MEGAN
I swear, thats it, please--

Marco just holds his glare on her.

EXT. MEGAN'S HOUSE -

Marcos SUV pulls away.

The door flies open, Megan exits in only her panties, covered
in blood, she falls to her knees & SCREAMS!

INT. MARCOS SUV - CONTINUOUS

Marco grabs the pictures he took from Jordans room & quickly
shuffles through them. He stops on CLARK & his bass guitar.

RIGHT THERE. Clark stands in a Grey athletics sweater. The

front Reads TIGER POWER XXL - Property of JHS.

Searches his cell phone & googles JHS + TIGERS + HIGH SCHOOL.

A list:

-- Judge Harry Scott of the 5th district seizes a Tiger. --

Los Banos Junior High School. -- Thompson Junior High School -
- Thompson / Homepage. -- Slidell Junior High School
 80.

-Jerome High School - Jerome School District Home of the...

Marco CLICKS on the link. The same TIGER from the photo comes
up. Athletic home page for Jerome High School, Jerome Idaho.

MARCO
There you are.

INT. HALLWAY JEROME HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

Jordan & Clark exit the admissions office into a corridor.

JORDAN
I dont know how that worked.

CLARK
State employees, they dont even
check.

JORDAN
Youre good.

CLARK
We got a month and half of this
year, then senior year. Youre
hiding in plain site. Its perfect.

JORDAN
Ill take it...

They stroll off down the hall as a bell rings.

MATCH CUT:

INT. MARCOS SUV - LAX GATEWAY - DAY

Marco looks into his review mirror where an unmarked car

lights him up.

OUTSIDE THE CAR-

He uses his signal, pulls over to the side of the road.

INSIDE MARCOS SUV-

He tucks his COLT .45 Under his thigh.

OUTSIDE THE CAR-

Marco looks into his mirror as a dark suit approaches.

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I/E. SUV - SAME

Marco looks up as Agent Scott steps to the window.

SCOTT
Mr. Santiago, how we doing today?
(Doesnt wait for answer)
Wow, look at you, dressed pretty
nice for... well you know.

MARCO
For what?

SCOTT
For being scum of the earth.

MARCO
What do you want?

A few random people stop & watch from the sidewalks.

SCOTT
Just doing my annual shithead
check, saw you and thought well
hey, if theres one piece of shit
that needs checked, its Marco and
wouldnt you know it, there you
are.

MARCO
Im honored.

SCOTT
No problem. Hey, I also noticed you
got a bright shiny, brand new tail
light. I got a case right now with
a broken taillight. What happened?
You okay?

MARCO
a rat.

SCOTT
That musta been one helluva rat.

MARCO
A whole family actually.

Now Its personal. Scott drops his facade as he leans in.

SCOTT
Listen you mother fucker. I think
Its about time your number got
punched.
 82.

MARCO
You cant even keep your own agents
alive.

A larger crowd has gathered.

SCOTT
You think I cant reach out and
touch you.

MARCO
How long do you think itll be
before you get smoked?

Scott leans into the vehicle & gets within an inch of Marco.

SCOTT
(whispers)
Trust me motherfucker. Im coming
for you and with or without justice
on my side, if I find something,
and punching that fucking ticket of
yours.

Marco is seemingly bored with the conversation.

MARCO
Am I free to go? Ive got a plane
to catch. Got to see a new friend.
He loves rats, too.

Scott stands up straight & speaks load enough that everyone

can hear.

SCOTT
Sure thing. Have a great flight sir
and dont forget to buckle up.

MARCO
Yeah, fuck you, too.

Scott watches him drive away before looking across the 4 lane
road into LAX at a parked SEDAN. Inside AGENT 1 lets Marco
get moving before pulling out & passing Scott & short nod as
he passes.

Scott watches a moment before he reaches into his pocket &

removes a business card. LANA REEVES.

EXT. SCHOOL COURTYARD - DAY

Jordan sits on a table looking out a large bay window to an

adjacent parking structure.
 83.

He watches a car pull up & a woman get out of the passenger

seat. She leans in, kisses the man in the drivers seat & then
opens the back door to kiss a young boy in a safety seat.

As the door closes the YOUNG BOY locks eyes with Jordan.

LAURA (O.S.)
Sad isnt it?

He doesnt even turn as Laura sits next to him. On the other

side of the bench a few others. Local douches. Much like the
guys Jordan got in a fight with earlier.

LAURA (CONTD)
You okay?

JORDAN
Yeah, No, Its just-- You know,
allergies. All these corn fields
and shit.

LAURA
Its potatoes.

LAURA (CONTD)
We grow potatoes round here, not
corn... Well, some corn. But,
Mainly potatoes, though. And maybe
some other stuff.

Jordan laughs softly as he turns to her.

LAURA (CONTD)
Sorry, sometimes I ramble on.

DOUCHIE 1
Yeah, like around cute guys.

LAURA
Shut up.

DOUCHIE 1
Sorry.

Jordan laughs a bit more.

JORDAN
Potatoes and some corn, check. Oh,
and some other stuff. Got it...
What were you saying?

She points to the TV.

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LAURA
That poor family. Its sad, right?

Jordan looks up to the one of four TVs in the corners of the

room.

Jordan watches the screen.

DOUCHIE 1 (O.S.)
That kid is fucking dead.

DOUCHIES friends agree as they laugh at the thought. Jordan

doesnt give in to it.

DOUCHIE 2 (O.S.)
I bet the Mom and Dad had it
coming.

DOUCHE GIRL
Guys, thats not cool.

DOUCHIE 2 (O.S.)
Oh, relax.

Jordan stands to block out the drool.

DOUCHIE 1 (O.S.)
Seriously though, do you think the
kid watched his parents get
decapitated and all?

DOUCHIE 2 (O.S.)
I heard they pinned the heads up
outside the house for the cops.

LAURA (O.S.)
You guys are fucking stupid...
(She turns to Jordan)
Hey, Jason!

Like Charlie Brown, the voices fall off into the background.

A Prescott Family picture fades from the screen onto Lana

Reeves standing in front of Chapel Medical Center.

Jordan stands to get closer & hear what they are saying.
Laura stays seated watching this peculiar kid.

Jordan looks to his right & left to see if anyone looks at

him. The other students just mill about.
 85.

POV: OF THE SCREEN:

LANA
A sad break in the story of Special
Agent Will Prescott and his wife
slain in Their home in a home
invasion. Sources have confirmed
that this was a retaliation by the
Moreno Cartel in their push over
the drug market in the Los Angeles
area.

GO TO LIVE VERSION ON LANA:

EXT. CHAPEL MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - DAY

Lana stands in front of the hospital entrance.

LANA
I have been asked by an anonymous
Agent at the DEA to relay the
following message in hopes that it
reaches Jordan Prescott. Jordan,
if there were ever a time to run,
Its now. They only have to get it
right once.

AT SCHOOL -

The words hit Jordan like a knife in the chest.

LANA
Jordan, now is the time to run.
They only have to get it right
once.

Jordan turns back to the table. Laura looks dead at him.

LAURA
Are you crying?

Jordan looks around the room. Everything is a threat.

He looks for something.

LAURA (CONTD)
Whats wrong?

JORDAN
What, nothing, I just-- I just got
to go.
 86.

He turns to leave & turns back to Laura.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Give Clark a message for me?

LAURA
Yeah, of course.

JORDAN
Just tell him... ... They know.
They all know. It didnt work.

Jordans down the hall, Laura shouts after him.

LAURA
What?

JORDAN
(Over his shoulder)
Hell know what it means.

Laura watches him bust through a set of double doors & turns
back to her friends.

DOUCHIE 1
That guys a fucking weirdo.

INT. HALLS - SAME

Jordan blows past a teacher that stands with a few students.

TEACHER
Slow down!

He pays no attention, his HEART BEATS like a WAR DRUM.

He makes it to the double doors out into the front of the

school, burst through them.

WHAM!- Brad grabs him, wraps Jordan into his arms as Jordan
promptly flips his shit.

EXT. HIGH SCHOOL ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS

Behind him are 4 uniformed deputies in two police cruisers.

BRAD
Hey, Hey, Hey, Settle down Jordan,
Its me.

Jordan continues to struggle not recognizing him as relief

kicks in as Jordan wraps his hands around.
 87.

BRAD (CONTD)
Its okay, Im here. We got you.

Brad peels him off after a warm embrace.

BRAD (CONTD)
We got to get you outta here.

Jordan stands firm, almost defiant.

JORDAN
I cant go with you. Theyll kill
you. I cant get you killed, too.

BRAD
You didnt get anyone killed,
Jordan. I hope they try. Im not
that easy to kill.

JORDAN
No,... No.

Jordan tries to push him off but Brad isnt letting go.

BRAD
Hey. Its going to be okay. We know
hes coming. Scott and a few others
are on Their way. Youre going to
have more protection than the
president in an hour.

The doors OPEN. Scaring the shit out of the both of them.
Its Clark with Laura right behind him.

CLARK
Dad?

BRAD
Clark, get in the car.

CLARK
But--

BRAD
--Now.

Laura stands shocked, confused.

Brad picks up Jordan & helps him to the car.

Jordan looks back at Laura, terrified as he placed into

Brads unmarked CROWN VICTORIA with Clark in the other seat.

Brad gives some unheard directions to the Uniformed cops.

 88.

Radio chatter drown out the world.

Jordan just looks out of the car at Laura, A mass of kids

form in the door.

EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS

A caravan of POLICE CRUISERS lead Brad out of the school.

EXT. TWIN FALLS AIRPORT - DAY

Marco steps out of the airport & into a waiting car with 3
more Mexican gangsters & another with 4 more Cholos behind.

INT. MARCO - SAME

MARCO (SPANISH)
Get me there.

One of the cholos hands him a BERETTA 9mm, he pulls the SLIDE
back & chambers a round.

Both cars cut off traffic as they leave the terminal.

INT. CLARKS HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

All but the Uniforms hurriedly step inside as Jordan crosses

directly to the livingroom & paces frantically.

Brad stands at the doorway as one cruiser drives away quickly

before he closes the door.

SAMANTHA KELLER, 40s comes out of the kitchen to a tornado

in her house & drops her tea when she sees Jordan.

SAM
Jordan?

Jordan grabs her, holds on tight as she looks up to Brad.

EXT. PLOWED FIELD - DAY

A familiar helicopter sets down to the waiting cruiser.

Scott gets out with two other agents. MILLER & JACKSON. All
wearing Vest & DEA Jackets with M4 assault rifles.

The cruiser peels through the dirt with Scott & his backup.
 89.

INT. CLARK'S HOUSE / LIVINGROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Jordan sits on the edge of the sofa with his bag at his feet
while Clark looks out the window.

JORDAN
This really didnt work out.

CLARK
If there is anyone I trust to get
us outta this, Its my dad.

JORDAN
They got my dad.

CLARK
Your dad didnt know it was coming.
And from what the news said, he
went out shooting trying to save
you and your mom.

Jordan knows hes right, he throws an arm over Clark.

KITCHEN:

Brad takes a drink from a glass as Samantha paces.

BRAD
You need to get in the car and go.

SAM
Whats going on?

BRAD
Ill tell you more later. For now,
just trust me. You and Clark need
to go. Now.

The both leave the kitchen into the living room.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

BRAD
Clark, I want you to go with your
mom.

SCREEECH! From outside.

Clark peels the curtain back. Brad shares the view.

CLARK
Its another cop.
 90.

POV: CLARK

Scotts cruiser STOPS SHORT in the driveway.

BRAD
Sam, lets go.

Brad grabs Clark's arm.

CLARK
I want to stay and help Jordan.

BRAD
Now isnt the time, you got to go.

Hes pulls from his dad.

CLARK
No, he needs me.

BRAD
Listen to me--

JORDAN
--Clark. Its cool man. I couldnt
live with myself if you got hurt.
Just go... Well talk soon.

The two friends hug.

CLARK
Ill see you later.

JORDAN
You fucking know it.

Sam looks at Jordan.

JORDAN (CONTD)
(Shrugs)
Sorry.

BRAD
Lets go. Jordan, stay here, stay
down, Ill be right back.

INT. ENTRYWAY - SAME

The door opens, Scott comes in with the other two agents.

BRAD
(to Scott)
I want my family out of here.
 91.

SCOTT
We got one of the deputies to take
them away.

BRAD
Good. Lets move.

Scott, Brad, Miller & Jackson move in formation out the door
covering 360 of fire. Its a ballet.

Jordan moves to the window & watches them go across the yard
to a cruiser the waits, doors OPEN & a cop already sitting in
the front seat.

OUTSIDE - SAME

Sam & Clark stay tucked inside the circle of firepower all
the way to the car.

Brad breaks away & leans in to speak with the deputy.

BRAD
(to Deputy)
Stop for nothing and keep driving
until I call you.

COP 2
Got it.

THWIIIP! SMASH!

The drivers window shatters & the officers head explodes.

Brad looks up to see 7 heavily armed, masked men move

tactically down the street. An 8th perched on top of an SUV
with a HIGH POWERED RIFLE.

Jackson FIRES back to them as Miller & Scott pull Clark & Sam
from the car.

MILLER
Break on contact.

BRAD
Get my family inside.

Brad moves to the other side of the car & starts laying down
FIRE causing them to scatter.
 92.

INSIDE THE HOUSE -

Jordan cant believe what he sees outside as the bullets

start to RIP apart the police cruiser & Clark & Sam stay low
making Their way to the house with Jackson SHOOTING over the
top of them.

OUTSIDE -

COP 3 breaks out his shotgun & gets off 3 solid ROUNDS
SPLINTERING a tree near one of Marcos men before taking two
rounds in the CHEST & one in the NECK.

He falls to the ground attempting to pull himself to cover

before bleeding out as his dead eyes look at Scott.

SCOTT
BREAK CONTACT!

Scott spins back up & fire three SHOTS hitting one man with
two of them. One hits him in the head dropping him hard &
fast to a SLUMP.

The cholos increase their FIRE as Miller, Scott, Brad & two
Unis move to the house UNDER FIRE & RETURNING IT.

One Uni takes ONE in the back, falls into the front door.

Brad grabs him, pulls him the rest of the way in before
kicking the door SHUT.

INSIDE THE HOUSE -

Everyone moves into the livingroom where Jordan lays on the

ground behind the couch.

Miller takes three steps inside, FALLS against the wall, down
to his ass, leaves a trail of blood across the white paint.

SCOTT
Miller!

Scott runs to him.

SCOTT (CONTD)
Where you hit?

He turns sideways to show Scott.

MILLER
In the side. Got under my vest.
 93.

A fair amount of blood has pooled under his ass already.

Scott grabs a couch cushion & RIPS some material off; He

Shoves it hard into Millers side.

MILLER (CONTD)
Ahhh! Fuck.

SCOTT
You good?

MILLER
Still in the fight.

Brad RELOADS.

BRAD
Everyone check your gear. 20
minutes for back-up.

Clark & Sam stay low, moves to Jordan.

BRAD (CONTD)
Jackson, check the back. See if we
can get out there.

JACKSON
Got it.

Jackson runs off through the kitchen.

SCOTT
Ill take them upstairs.

BRAD
Barricade them in the bathroom.

Brad walks over to Scott.

BRAD (CONTD)
(intimate)
You have everything I have
everything I have ever loved.

The look says it all.

SCOTT
With my life.

The two fist bump. They knows Its bad.

SCOTT (CONTD)
Stay low, comon.
 94.

Jordan grabs his bag & he, Clark & Sam move with Scott.

Sam stops, kisses her husband.

BRAD
I love you.

SAM
I love you, too.

Clark pulls her up the stairs.

The last Uni stands & RELOADS his 9mm as he moves across the
window.

A round BLAST through STRIKING the Uni in the vest lifting

him off the ground by a foot & setting him down on a TABLE
near Miller.

Brad grabs him & rolls him over.

The round went straight through his armor

MILLER
I guess it didnt go under my
armor?

Brad just looks at him.

BRAD
Can you move?

MILLER
I dont think thats a good idea.

BRAD
Then I guess we go last of the
mohicans right here?

Jackson comes back in the room.

JACKSON
At least two out there.

Brad stands & picks up the dead unis M4 & grabs his three
remaining Magazines from his waist.

BRAD
(Miller)
You got a clear shot of that door?

MILLER
You know it.
 95.

BRAD
Jackson, take the back and see if
you cant up the odds for us a bit?

JACKSON
Thats what Im talking about.

The last Uniformed officer stands by the side of the window

looking at the yard, careful not to expose himself.

UNI #3
We got action.

Brad walks up to the window uses the barrel to move the

blinds & pops off three ROUNDS through the GLASS.

BRAD
(Uniformed Cop)
Get down.

All hell break loose as BULLETS breach the WALLS, BREAKS the
rest of the windows throwing GLASS & DRYWALL over them.

Brad lays flat on his back & laughs nervously.

Jackson finishes his low crawls to the kitchen door.

Brad looks to Jackson & smiles & nods to the Uni in the
corner in a basic fetal position. Jackson smiles back at him.

Brad crawls over to the side of the window & perches up. He
looks back to see Jackson already gone.

BRAD (CONTD)
With me, lets even the numbers out
a bit here.

UPSTAIRS - BATHROOM -

Sam cries softly to herself in the corner of the bathroom

holding Clark tightly.

Jordan stands in the door with his backpack over his

shoulder.

Scott struggles to push a dresser with one good arm down &
into the staircase.

The GUNFIRE downstairs stays intense & visceral.

Scott moves back into a bedroom door & starts to SLIDE

another dresser towards the bathroom door.
 96.

JORDAN
Let me help.

Jordan steps out, grabs one end, they SHOVE it into the door.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Switch sides. I can give it more
from that side.

Scott rounds the back side & pulls as Jordan pushes it half
way into the bathroom from his end, fills the doorway.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Scott?

Scott pokes over the top of the couch.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Im sorry, I cant have you all
getting killed for me.
(Walks out)

He looks to Clark & Sam on the ground, they bounce & shake in
fear on the ground of the bathtub to every GUNSHOT.

SCOTT
(Struggles to get out)
Fuck.

UPSTAIRS - BACK MASTER BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Jordan goes straight to a bedroom window, looks out at the

OPEN corn & potato fields behind the house.

He opens the window. One of Marcos men sees him, stands &
FIRES rounds that pepper the wall & ceiling above him.

Jordan drops to the ground.

I/E. KITCHEN -

Jackson peers out the window, A Cholo FIRES upstairs. Jackson

takes aim. BURST 3 rounds, Struck by 2, The Cholo goes down.

Opposite the house, another Cholo takes aim, BLAST wildly at

JACKSON who edges into the door for cover.

UPSTAIRS -

Jordan peeks out, sees his gunman down. He steps on the roof,
instantly take FIRE from the guy engaged with Jackson.
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INSIDE - KITCHEN:

Jackson peeks out, sees his target focused elsewhere but has
no clear shot. He steps out in the open for a better shot.

Jackson FIRES heavy, the cholo redirects to Jackson.

Rounds PEPPER around Jackson who returns FIRE. One strikes

the cholos arm, whips him around. Another round opens the
Cholos back up, the round forces the weapon from his hand.

Jackson stays on his obscured target. Then falls to his

knees. Hes hit, a gut shot fills his hand with blood.

He crawls forward, switches from his M4 to a 9mm. Hears a

NOISE from above him, swings his weapon up. Its Jordan,
stunned & scarred on the roof. Deer in headlights for both.

Jackson raises his finger to his mouth.

JACKSON
(Silently)
Shhhhhhh!

Jordan nods compliantly as Jackson turns back to his belly,

continues his crawl to the downed Cholo hidden behind a
riddled, riding mower.

The Cholo STRUGGLES for breath as blood SPURTS from his mouth
& nose. Jackson grabs him, uses him for leverage to get on
top, places the 9mm under his chin, looks away. POP!

JACKSON (CONTD)
Fuck you.

The top of the cholos head covers the green grass.

Jordan just watches in terror.

JACKSON (CONTD)
How about a hand kid?
(Jordan is tuned out)
Hey, kid?

Jordan snaps out of it & acknowledges Jackson.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - SAME

Marco, behind a cruisers with two other cholos.

Across the yard, behind a tree at the end of the lot another
shooter waits for orders.
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The last Cholo right next to the door.

MARCO (SPANISH)
Move.

One cholo with him moves towards the door.

INSIDE - LIVINGROOM:

The officer looks out the window & sees the cholo leave
cover.

He lifts his weapon & FIRES. BANG! BANG!. B-B-B-Bang. Empties

his full magazine hitting the cholo once in the arm.

BRAD
There you go. That felt good,
right?

The cop breathes like he ran a marathon.

OUTSIDE - FRONTYARD AND DRIVEWAY:

Instantly the cholo in the tree starts FIRING with an AK-47.

RATTA TAT TAT! RATTA TAT TAT TAT TAT at the cops position, it
obliterates the wall, the cop drops down.

INSIDE - LIVINGROOM:

Brad steps back, careful not to expose himself to Marco & the
others on the right.

POP, POP POP!

The rounds strike the tree within inches of the cholo sending
him down & back into cover.

EXT. FRONT DOOR -

The CHOLO shot in the arm & another kick the door OPEN.

INT. DOORWAY -

Miller stays right there & he UNLOADS his M4 in BURST into

the OPEN space. Both DROP hard in the doorway hard & messy.
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LIVINGROOM -

Jeff & Brad continue making Their weapons TALK into Marco &
the others position.

The Cholo behind the tree moves backwards & away from the
tree to the far side of the house.

OUTSIDE - CAR -

Marco pops his head over the top of the car & has a clean
shot at the cop.

POP, POP, POP with an assault rifle.

INSIDE - LIVINGROOM -

He strikes Jeff in the face & hand. The bullets sheer off his
fingers & destroy his face as he falls back against the wall
covered in his own blood.

Brad swings his weapon over to Marco laying multiple rounds

into the car forcing Marco down & to move around the far side
of the car for better cover.

INSIDE - LIVINGROOM

Brad gets to the cop & pulls him away from the window behind
the bullet ridden couch.

OUTSIDE - BACKYARD -

Jordan crutches Jackson as they both make Their way into the
corn fields behind the house.

JORDAN
Comon.

Jordan STRUGGLES as Jackson can barely put weight on his

missing knee & GRUNTS with every step.

FRONTYARD - BESIDE THE CAR

Marco looks to the side of the house & sees Jordan & Jackson
just as they enter into the tall stalks of corn.

He pops up over the top of the car & fires three more rounds
into the livingroom before dropping & moving to the side of
the house through an OPEN gate.
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CORNFIELDS -

Jordan keeps pushing forward. Jackson loses blood fast &

makes things harder as he gets fainter.

The stalks RUSTLE, someone else in the fields gets Jordan's

attention as he sets Jackson down & listens.

More rustling over Jackson LABORED, PAINFUL BREATHING.

JORDAN
(Whispers)
Shhhh.

JACKSON
(Whispers)
You got to leave, kid. Go, run.

JORDAN
No, I got you.

JACKSON
Kid, run godammit. RUN!

JORDAN
Ill get help.

Jackson shakes his head.

Jordan looks around, takes off straight through the whipping

corn stalks leaving Jackson propped against the corn stalks &
loading a fresh magazine.

INSIDE - LIVINGROOM -

Brad moves to the door by Miller.

A large pool of blood under Miller. Brad checks his pulse.

Hes gone!

Brad lifts his weapon moving into the door way. He kicks both
men in the door to see if they are alive before he passes
over the top of them.

His weapon up, he starts closing the distance on Marcos

position.

He rounds the car in the driveway, But theres no one there.

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CORNFIELDS - JACKSON -

Jackson has perched himself lower against the stalks & raises
his m4 to the approaching RUSTLING as it gets closer.

Closer, closer. ITS Scott.

SCOTT
Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

JACKSON
Oh fuck.

SCOTT
Wheres the kid?

JACKSON
He went that way.

SCOTT
You good?

JACKSON
No.

SCOTT
Alright, Ill be right back.

Scott's heads into the deep stalks.

ON JORDAN - IN THE FEILD:

At full speed he makes it through the tall stalks into an

opening in front of a large, dilapidated barn & makes it to a
Combine Tractor pulled in front.

BANG! - A bullet STRIKES the tractor next to his head that

makes him duck.

He waits a few seconds & looks between the tires & sees Marco
100 feet away & moving towards him.

Jordan runs for the barn, narrowly dodging three more ROUNDS
that strike the wood barn in front of him.

INT. BARN - CONTINUOUS

He slams the door shut behind him. A ROUND grazes the side of
his ribs. Enough to SPIN him to the GROUND.

On the ground, in the hay, he checks his wound, bloody but

not an end all shot. He STRUGGLES forward behind a stall.
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INT. BARN - CONTINUOUS

He runs to the far end & hides in an empty horse stall beside
assorted un-repaired farm equipment.

Jordan leans over to look through a bullet to the silhouette

of Marco passes to the door.

The door opens, the sun spills inside across the dusty room.

Jordan peeks over the top.

MARCO
(Swings his gun right)
Hey Kid?... You in here?

No reply, so he FIRES a round into a random stall.

ON SCOTT - IN THE FEILD:

Looks up to see birds SCATTER under GUNFIRE.

ON MARCO - INSIDE:

His weapon leads him from one stall to another.

MARCO
Arent you fucking tired, yet? You
know how this has to go.

He swings into another stall, FIRES, nothing.

MARCO (CONTD)
Did you watch? Did you see me spill-

ON JORDAN - INSIDE:

MARCO (O.S.)
--Your parents out? You did
nothing, you let me kill me.

Does everything he can to stay low, quite, his back-pack in

front of himself.

ON MARCO - INSIDE:

Moving to another stall slowly, the door spills sunlight

again into the space.

Marco ducks behind a tractor on blocks.

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I/E. ON SCOTT - ENTRYWAY TO BARN:

Scott steps into the doorway. His weapon trained up, eyes
squinted to adjust to the lack of light.

SCOTT
(Whispers)
Jordan? Are you in here?

ON MARCO - INSIDE:

Hes faced away from the door & looks at the slow shadow on
the ground of someone in the doorway.

Marco steadies himself as the shadow crosses over. He moves

his barrel with it.

ON SCOTT - INSIDE:

Scott moves to the right, his weapon oriented wrong.

ON JORDAN - INSIDE:

Jordan leans over & sees Marco move on Scott's Shadow.

ON MARCO - INSIDE:

Marco lifts his weapon & starts to rise up on target as Scott

turns to find hes fucked, Marco has him dead to rites.

JORDAN (O.S.)
Hey asshole!

Marco turns, stunned, he brings his rifle up.

JORDAN (CONTD)
Im done running you son of a
bitch.

BOOM! - Jordan blast off a round from Bills .38 revolver.

The bullet hits Marco in the side of the head. The round
splits him OPEN & sending him against the combine.

Scott rounds the corner first seeing the .38 Shake loose from
Jordans hands.

Scott kicks Marcos gun away. Blood pours from Marcos head.
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SCOTT
Stay back!

Scott bends down to check his pulse. NOTHING.

Scott takes Jordans gun, Jordan falls into Scott, falls

apart.

UPSTAIRS - BATHROOM:

Brad throws furniture out of the stairway & climbs over the
top of the final pieces to get to his family.

He finds an OPEN door with a dresser in it. He fears the

worst as he climbs over it & looks into the bathroom seeing
Sam & Clark in the tub together. Sam holds a gun up to the
doorway.

EMPTY FEILD - HOURS LATER

Dozens of cop cars, officers. Its a fucking zoo as Scott

walks Jordan over to a waiting Helicopter.

Much of the town watches on the far side of police caution

tape with a few dozen reporters.

Miller & Jackson are being carted off on gurneys.

Jordan looks back to see Clark, Sam, Brad stand in front of

Their completely fucked house.

In the crowd, Laura has real concern on her face & watches
him go as he gives a half smile at her & she gives it back.

SUPER: 2 MONTHS LATER

INT. HISTORY CLASS - DAY

Clark & Laura sit in class together; A TEACHER 1 takes roll.

TEACHER 1
Laura Hall?... I see you Laura. And
Michael?... gotcha. Joseph,... Hey
Joe.

The door opens to a TEACHER 2 steps in, note in hand.

TEACHER 2
We have a new student.
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The whole class looks to the door. A kid steps in, face down.
He looks up. ITS Jordan.

He sees Laura & Clark & smiles.

I/E. THE HALLOWS NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT

Scott & Brad fist bump & lower their TACTICAL MASK.

SCOTT
Go, Go, GO!

A dozen agents stacked on the back entrance to the club

BREACH the door with a BATTERING RAM.

BRAD
FEDERAL AGENTS! GET DOWN, NOW!

HARD OUT.