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County prison, cell block -- DAY A mans right hand comes into view. His knuckles are scabbed up, bruised and swollen. His other hand lightly rubs over the wounds. A baton clanks the steel bars twice. A large GUARD stands erect, chewing his gum. Guard Got a visitor. INT. COUNTY PRISON, VISITING AREA -- DAY NORAH DUHAMEL, a gorgeous fair-skinned Irish girl at twenty-three, sits at a visitors booth. She has strawberry-blonde hair with bright red streaks, a hoop nose ring, and mesmerizing green eyes, topped with her unique superstition of never wearing matching earrings. Its visiting day. INMATES sit across from FRIENDS, FAMILY, and LAWYERS. The guard escorts a thinly constructed man in an orange jumpsuit up to the booth. The dark-haired twenty-two year old sits down. He picks up his phone, glances up shamefully with sky blue eyes. This is VINCENT CAPPELLI. Norah's eyes are glassy, bags underneath them. She looks as if she hasn't slept in days, but even in this state, still projects an inimitable beauty. She picks up her phone... NORAH (whispers) Hey, baby. VINCENT (shamefully) Hey. An awkward silence; both unsure of what to say. VINCENT (contd) How's Oreo? NORAH She's okay. Norah pushes out a smile. Norah (contd) She misses you though. I can tell. It almost like she just knows that... VINCENT I'm so sorry, Norah. I... I'm so fucking sorry. NORAH Let's just... let's not do this. (takes a deep breath) Look, I was there, I saw. Baby, what you did... VINCENT What I did-- NORAH What you did... Norah gazes into Vincent with absolute affection. NORAH (contd) ... nobody has ever done for me before. She swallows, closes her eyes. NORAH (contd) (whispers) Thank you. Vincent hangs his head, inhales a deep breath. Theres slightly nervous change in Norahs tone... NORAH (CONTD) Listen, Vin. I-- VINCENT I feel like... NORAH Baby, I have to-- VINCENT ... I'm just so completely-- NORAH Vin!! Vincent snaps out of it, immediately looks up at her. NORAH (contd) I'm pregnant. His jaw drops half-opened. EXT. SAN FRANCISCO BAY -- Twilight Floating towards San Francisco, high above the Bay, the dark, cold water resembles an endless pit. VINCENT (V.O.) You know the old saying, Love makes you do crazy things? Its an observation, a catchy phrase. It wasnt intended to be an excuse. CREDITS ROLL. VINCENT (V.O. CONTD) I mean, some love, and kill in the name of God. It actually seems to be a trend these days. Hovering over the Bay Bridge, toward the piers, lights on buildings and skyscrapers are enthralling. Vincent (v.o. contd) Some love so much that they'll steal... just to provide the absolute bare minimum for their family to survive. (beat) Some love, and take their own life... just so the pain doesn't hurt any longer. An endless stream of fog quickly rolls through in the distance. Vincent (v.o. Contd) But the one thing that love cannot do... EXT. MULLIGAN'S PUB, city street -- NIGHT Vincent is taken away handcuffed by TWO SFPD OFFICERS, his shirt and knuckles bloody. 00020000061600000BF0610,VINCENT (V.O. contd) ... is just disappear. Police and ambulance lights flash in the background. PEOPLE are being casually cleared from the scene. Int. County prison, hallway -- DAY Vincent is escorted by the guard through the blank hallway. VINCENT (V.O. contd) No matter how amazing it feels, or how bad it hurts... Ext. Mulligans pub, city street -- night Eyebrows raised in shame, Vincent looks up... Tears pour down Norahs face. VINCENT (V.O. contd) ... it doesn't just go away. That's its true power. Int. County prison, cell area -- DAY Vincent and the guard make their way down the cell area. Inmates are rowdy and crude. VINCENT (V.O. contd) And no matter what crazy things it makes you think, feel or do... Ext. Mulligans pub, city street -- NIGHT Norahs eyes are deeply locked with Vincent's. VINCENT (V.O. contd) ... it only grows with time. Vincents POV: Slowly drifting away from Norah, hands come across to place him into the back of the police radio car. Int. County prison, cell -- DAY Prison doors shut in front of Vincent, echoing loudly. VINCENT (V.O. contd) God, does it grow. His face is empty. FADE TO BLACK: END CREDITS. A faucet is turned on. Running water. Splashing. INT. MULLIGAN'S PUB, BATHROOM -- NIGHT Vincent is hunched forward, splashing water over his face at the sink. A typical pub: Small. Not particularly clean. Dimly lit. Decorated with graffiti. Vincent stares intensely at his reflection in the mirror. He appears pretty buzzed. 0002000004CF000012004C9,VINCENT Come on, you fucking pussy. Fucking pussy. He shakes his head in frustration. He leans in closer. VINCENT (contd) Wheres your fucking balls? You fucking-- A long-haired, WANNABE HIPPIE swings the door open. Embarrassed, Vincent quickly grabs a paper towel and wipes his face. On his way out, he makes quick eye contact, tosses the paper towel into the wastebasket. LOSER by BECK plays on the jukebox in the... main room Beer banners and mirrors are hung throughout, green tinted lights set up along the ceiling. Not particularly crowded; most patrons appear to be regulars. A generally relaxed environment, except... At the far end of the bar, Norah is being hit on by WILL. In his mid-twenties, Will is stout with a shaved head. He has "rejected frat boy" written all over him. Vincent nonchalantly sits a few stools away. He smirks to himself, with no intention of interfering with this display of comic relief. Will leans in closer to Norah, slurring. Norah rolls her eyes and chuckles to herself as he spits his lines... WILL Well, it's my brother's twenty-first, and we... Will clenches his jaw, his eyes widen. Will (contd) ... we got a bunch of blow. Why dont you- (swallows hard) 00020000072E000016C9728,You should join the festivities. NORAH Oh, no thanks. (sarcasm) Appreciate the generosity though. Really... She glances up at the TV, attempts to tune him out. WILL Lemme at least- Lemme buy you a drink. Then we'll figure it out. C'mon... Whatever you want, you got two of 'em. Will snaps his fingers at the bartender, MATT, a redheaded Irishman in his thirties with a goatee. WILL (contd) Hey, barkeep! Matt looks over, but ignores the rude gesture. Norah giggles to herself at Matts retaliation, before noticing Vincent blended into the small crowd. She turns to Will, fakes a smile. NORAH Excuse me. She makes her way a few stools down to Vincent, kisses his neck from behind. He tilts his head away quickly in surprise... norah (contd) Oh, thats right, you dont like the neck. Vincent leans his head back to her. vincent Oh, please... You know I love the neck. Will attempts to mumble under his breath, but his intoxication hinders his volume control... WILL Fuckin' cunt. Vincent smiles to himself, then jerks his attention over to Will, who gulps the remains of his cocktail. VINCENT Excuse me?? (dishes a dead stare) Im sorry, I could have sworn you just asked for, I dunno, a cab number or something. Will I said... Will raises his middle finger to Vincent and sways it in the air. WILL (CONTD) Fuck-ing cunt. Vincent begins to rise from his stool, but Norah takes his hand and attempts to direct his attention in the opposite direction, towards her. Norah Forget it, Vin. Matt sternly points to the door. Matt (to Will) Get the fuck outta here! Will stares down Matt, head bobbing. Matt (contd) I mean it! Now, shit-head! Will takes his tip pile back from the bar, stuffs it in his pocket, and stumbles out towards the front door. Vincent continues to dish a piercing gawk over his shoulder. 00020000076000001DF175A,Will slaps the door open while exiting. NORAH Hey, hey... look. Norah pounds the rest of her Guinness pint while grabbing Vincent's chin, bringing his focus over to her chugging. She jokingly slams the glass on the counter. NORAH (contd) Ahhh... Well, it appears as if your lady needs another. You wanna be a dear while I smoke a cigi? She gives him her innocent "puppy eyes" impression. Vincent can't help but to develop a slight smile and shake it off. NORAH (contd) (sternly nods) Splendid. (to Matt) Hey, Matty, these ones are gonna be on my tab. Matt K, Mrs. Cappelli. Whoops. Matt slaps his hand over his large smirk. Norah immediately points up at him with an embarrassed smile. Norah Whoa, there. Watch yourself, mister. I didnt see a plank anywhere around here. Norah and Matt exchange a laugh. Vincent awkwardly reddens a bit, until... Norah pecks a kiss on his cheek and attempts to make her way out, but is stalled. Arms fully extended, locked only by a few fingers, Vincent attempts to lure her back for a kiss... She plays along. Once he closes his eyes... she plops her finger into her mouth, covering it with saliva, and quickly wedges it into his ear... a "wet Willy". She scurries off, giggling. Left fingering out the spit in his ear, Vincent chuckles to himself, accepting defeat and foolery. matt What can I getch 'ya, Vinny boy? MOMENTS LATER THROUGH THE FRONT WINDOW: Norah takes a long drag of her cigarette, before catching Vincents gawk. She smiles, blushes a bit. She gets locked into his eyes as she exhales a drag. Vincent glances up at the TV, tries to conceal his smile. It is difficult to hear the mono-toned SPORTS BROADCASTER over the jukebox... SPORTS BROADCASTER (O.S.) Giants won a forth straight tonight, coming out on top, eight to three. Matt Williams drove in five, going three for four, with two doubles... 0002000006B30000254B6AD,The voice dissipates as Matt arrives, placing the pints on top of the coasters and generous double shot of whiskey in front of Vincent. matt This ones on me, Vinny boy. VINCENT Cheers, Matt. Appreciate it. BARTENDER You bet cha. Fuck that smuck. You aint the one goin home to play pocket pool tonight, you know... Matt politely winks and nods. Vincent smiles, sips his beer. outside the pub Will approaches from across the street. He packs his cigarettes, stumbling and mumbling... Norah turns her back to him as he approaches. Will lights up a smoke. Will (contd) (sarcasm) Ooh, that hurts... Wills fingers slide down her upper, inner thighs. NORAH Fuck off! She resists, but he becomes rougher with the hands. Norah (contd) I said... Two of his fingers hook upwards, pressing hard into her crotch. NORAH (cOntd) ... fuck off!! She turns, delivers a hard slap upside the cheek. An enraged look comes over Will as he removes his hand from his face. Back inside Vincent takes the tall shot, cringes, chases it with his beer. Back outside Norah fights to push Will off, but his grip on her hair and neck is too tight. Back inside Vincent turns to see... THROUGH THE FRONT WINDOW: Will flicks his cigarette at Norahs eye; lit ashes fly everywhere. Back outside As Norah reaches up to her eye, Will spits in her face. Back inside Vincent's eyes light up with fury. He rises from his stool, knocking it over, brings the beer down as well... The pint glass shatters on the wooden floor. Beer splatters up at Vincent as he intrepidly paces towards the front door, fearlessly locked on Will. He kicks open the door and winds up with his right fist. The door swings back... 0002000007B900002BF87B3, CUT TO BLACK. The sound of a gate sliding open... EXT. STATE PRISON, PARKING LOT -- day A bus is parked out front, engine running. Vincent, now early thirties, strolls out, eyes squinting. He has been provided with new clothes, carries a stack of unopened letters, a hand-full of drawings, and a property envelope. He takes it all in for a moment, before heading over to the garbage pail... Vincent glances down at the stack of envelopes. He pulls out a photograph from the top envelope, stares at it for a few, before placing it into his pocket. He tosses the stack in... FOCUS to the trash inside-- The envelope at the top is marked from: Norah Duhamel. Int. bus -- day In the windows reflection... Vincent tears open his property envelope. He reaches in, pulls out a black jewelry case that, luckily, he has received back. He opens it up, gazes down at the solitaire engagement ring, gives a slight hint of a smile. Gaping out through the window, the sun illuminates his light blue eyes. Ext. san francisco bay -- day A handful of motor boats and sailboats. A ferry cuts through the cold, choppy water. Ext. Ferry -- day Vincent leans over the guardrail and stares over at the San Francisco skyline. His hair flails in the wind. Several conversations in numerous languages take place in the background. The voice of an ASIAN LADY stands out... Asian lady (o.s.) Excuse... She taps Vincent on the back. Asian lady (o.s. Contd) Excuse, sir. Vincent turns to see the short, middle-aged woman smile up at him with her arm extended, an opened flip cell phone in hand. Vincent is confused. She nods once, still smiling. Baffled, Vincent takes the phone and places it up to his ear. Vincent Hello? ASIAN LADY No, no, no. She guides his hand to point the phone back over at her. Asian Lady (contd) Picture. She backs up to her family: A balding ASIAN MAN with glasses, a little GIRL, and even younger BOY. 000200000889000033AB883,Vincent shrugs with bewilderment. Not up to date on modern technology. The lady comes back over and points at a button on the phone. Asian Lady (contd) You press. She backs up to her family again. They all pose a smile. THROUGH THE PHONES VIEW-FINDER: Vincent focuses on them. He presses the button-- a click sound. The lady comes back over, and takes the phone from his hand. ASiaN LADY (contd) (nodding and smiling) Thank you. Thank you very much. Vincents unsure of exactly what just took place. He leans back over the guardrail and shakes his head, smiling to himself. He glances back up at home... A breath of city air has been long awaited. INT. vincents MOTEL, BATHROOM -- day -- montage - Vincent stands in front of the mirror in the small, generic bathroom. He sprays shaving cream into one hand, cups his other hand on top. - Vincent shaves away at his face with a disposable razor. - Clumps of hair drop into the plugged sink. - Vincent cuts away at his hair with scissors. He eyeballs it, using his fingers. - Vincent scrubs his teeth with a foamy toothbrush. - Water shoots out of the shower-head. - Vincent steps underneath, closes his eyes, and smoothly runs his fingers through his hair. - The cloudy shower door covers most of Vincents naked body as more steam builds. Over towards the sink again... - Vincent glares at his reflection in the mirror. He runs his wet hand through his hair, slicking it back neatly. He swallows and nods his head. He is ready. A new start. - The sinks plug is pulled. The cloudy, hair-infested water flushes down the drain. The faucet is turned off, but leaves a few drops to steadily fall. Dissolve to: Ext. Suburban neighborhood -- evening Rows of lower-middle class homes and apartments. EXT. Mias APARTMENT -- evening MIA CAPPELLI, a petite, tan woman of fifty-five, exits her cramped apartment. Quite pretty, with short chocolate brown hair and familiar sky blue eyes, she makes it obvious where Vincent gets his lucky genes. Along with a cross necklace, shes attired in hugging black pants and a white collared shirt. A rolled-up black restaurant apron rests atop her hanging purse. 0002000006E400003C2E6DE,She closes the door, then locks it. Turning to head down the stairs, burying her keys back into her purse, shes frightened almost half to death... MIA Jesus Christ! Vincent stands on the stairs. Stillness between the two. VINCENT Hey, Ma. Mia shakes her head; a prolonged exhale. MIA Jeez, you nearly gave me heart attack. An prolonged, awkward silence. Mias face finally breaks down. Mia Do you know how many times I sat by myself at that visitors booth? How many letters I wrote, and never once received one-- Vincent I got the letters, Ma. I know. Vincent shrugs with guilt. Vincent (contd) Just know that... (beat) That was me, not you. That had absolutely nothing to do with you. Please... just please understand that. Mia calms down a bit. MIA When did you get out? VINCENT Friday. Vincent glances up at her nervously, then faces down at his feet. Vincent (contd) Look, I just came by to say hi. I- I figured... (beat) I owe you that much. They move in towards each other for a second, but pause. Mia grabs behind Vincents neck, pulls him into her for a tight hug... Mia (whispers) I missed you, kiddo. He pulls her tighter. Mias eyes water up. Vincent I missed you too, Ma. (whispers) Missed you too. They eventually release each other. Vincent looks away shyly. Vincent (CONTD) Listen, Ma. I wanted to ask you... (beat) Look, I was... Vincent hesitates in pushing out whats on his mind. MIA What? Vincent I... was thinking of looking up Norah. Mia sighs and tilts her head. MIA Vin... (beat) Youre not serious, are you? VINCENT Well, I mean, I-- MIA You can't just waltz back into her life again, and suddenly expect-- Vincent Ma! Mia sees the torment in her sons face. She then silently nods her head... 0002000006D20000430C6CC,MIA You do what ya have to do. She places her hands up on his shoulders, looks into his eyes. MIA (contd) I mean if its meant to be... Mia notices the time on her watch. MIA (contd) Shit. But listen, Im... (shrugs) I'm running late for work though. My manager's a real hard-ass about punctuality. VINCENT And he's kept you? The two quietly laugh. MIA Yah, I know, right... Queen Lagger... They look at each other, speechless. MIA (contd) Don't be a stranger, kiddo. You know... (beat) You know you can always... VINCENT I know, Ma. Mia smiles. Vincent (contd) You better get goin though. Mia brushes her palm across his cheek. Moments later Vincent leans against the stair handrail as Mia starts up her car. Fade to: EXT. norahs apartment complex -- night The complex stands tall before the two towers of the Golden Gate Bridge peaking out from the plethora of fog. Vincent steps into view, zips up his hooded sweatshirt. He glances down at a torn out page from the phone book. INT. norahs APARTMENT complex, hallway -- night Vincent apprehensively approaches Norahs front door. He attempts to build up the courage to face her again, and for that matter, see his child for the very first time. He presses the doorbell, waits anxiously. The door is slightly ajar, with the chain lock holding it open. No answer. He knocks. In doing so, the door creaks open a few inches as the chain falls through. Still no response though. INT. NORAH'S APARTMENT Through the few inches that the door has cracked open, Vincent peeks in, uncomfortable. He hesitantly opens it a tad more, and peers down the hallway... Darkness. Barely detectable sounds of a TV. VINCENT Hello? Vincent reluctantly wanders inside. 000200000761000049D875B,Vincent (contd) Anyone home? No sign of anybody in the living room ahead, only flashes from the television projecting off of the wall. In the kitchen, Vincent catches the TVs reflection off of a black cats eye. The cat, OREO, freezes. VINCENT (contd) Oreo...? Oreo approaches Vincent and circles around his legs. He kneels down to pet her. Vincent (contd) Hey, gorgeous. Howve we been, huh? Stroking Oreos fur, Vincent notices that she has left little red tracks behind. Vincent lifts one of her paws to observe what appears to be blood underneath. Oreo dashes off... VINCENT (contd) Oreo... in the Kitchen After a few steps, Vincent notices someones arm stretched out across the edge line of the kitchen floor. He carefully roams a bit further... A small stream of blood has trailed down the kitchen floor. A MAN LYING DEAD in a pool of blood is revealed, a phone cord stretched out beside him. Vincent jumps back, places his hand up on the counter. His legs become weak. VINCENT (contd) Oh shit! What the f- (gags) Oh, shit. Next to the body is an envelope with VINCENT written across it in thick marker. Vincent nervously approaches, covering his mouth. He grabs the envelope, backs up a few steps, then tears it open... Vincents eyes widen as he reads through. EXT. NORAHS APARTMENT COMPLEX, STAIRWELL -- MOMENTS LATER Vincent rips down the stairs. Once at the bottom, slows down, to a stop. He attempts to normalize his breathing. Deep breaths. He suddenly steps out of view... The sound of him gag. A splatter on the sidewalk. Smash cut to: INT. Josephs APARTMENT -- NIGHT Rain gushes down outside. The blinds are shut. A spacious apartment, sparsely furnished. The walls empty, several fist holes punched through them. Above an old, worn out teddy bear that lies limp on the floor, several picture frames are turned face down. 000200000B4C00005133B46,ON THE COUCH Across the room is Norah and SHAUNA, who is nine years-old with dark, straight hair and large green eyes, in the flesh... Still in her hospital staff attire, Norah has barely aged, but has lost the nose ring and streaks in her hair. She has a fat lip and a large raspberry above her left eye. They are both tied up, mouths bound with duct tape. Whistling in the hallway projects an echo; it approaches closer. Keys jingle. The door opens. Hallway light escapes through as JOSEPH, a thin, introverted man at thirty-one with a scruffy excuse of a beard, enters with sarcasm... JOSEPH Sorry, honey. They kept me late at the office. He flips the kitchen light switch. It flickers a few times before completely turning on. He shuts the door; his shadow grows as he approaches the girls. JOSEPH (contd) I was swamped, and then me and the boys went out for a couple of brews after we got done. He laughs to himself. His scar infested arm tosses his keys onto the.... LIVING ROOM TABLE On top is also: A laptop, a triple-beam balance, a package of sandwich baggies, a razor blade, a generous pile of crystal methamphetamine, a severed straw, a roll of duct tape. JOSEPH (contd) But I figured you weren't in the condition to cook, so I got us some food to go. A drink tray with three sodas and two full to-go bags from "Jack In The Box" are placed down. EXT. Norahs APARTMENT COMPLEX -- night Heavy rain. A Ford Crown Victoria pulls up through the dense fog. Several SFPD radio cars and a red fire rescue van are parked out front, lights flashing. The drivers door of the Crown Victoria opens. A large, black boot steps out, followed by the other. The boots stroll up to the complex... INSPECTOR JAMES LOWE pulls one side of his jacket aside to reveal his star to the OFFICER ON SCENE. He walks underneath the yellow "crime scene" tape that the officer lifts for him. In his mid-forties, Lowe is slightly stocky, with light brown hair, a worn suit and a face of stone. INT. NORAH'S APARTMENT -- moments later Lowe enters, greeted by his partner, INSPECTOR CYNTHIA VICKS, a thin black woman in her late thirties, with a black leather pad at hand. She hands him a pair of royal blue latex gloves, which he snaps on. She is accompanied by Two Crime Scene Investigators: LINGUICA, a olive skinned, dark-haired man in his forties, and SANSOME, a larger gray-headed man with a thick mustache. A POLICE PHOTOGRAPHER takes stills of the scene. Everyone wears royal blue latex gloves, except for the MEDICAL EXAMINER, who has purple ones. Two CRIME SCENE PEOPLE collect evidence. Sansome points over to the victim, whose body is blocked off by yellow tape. SANSOME (to Lowe) Looks like a strangle to the ground, and then a three shot finish. No evidence of forced entry. Lowe inquisitively glances around. Hes sharp, witty, and direct to the point... 000200000DE800005C79DE2,LOWE Who's the R.P.? Vicks Neighbor down the hall, an older Russian lady. Came over to borrow some sugar and-- LOWE No eye witnesses? Sansome chuckles. SANSOME Yeah, the cat. Lowe gives Sansome a stern, un-amused look. Sansome instantly becomes serious and a bit embarrassed, aware that his joke was not entertaining. SANSOME (contd) No one so far. Still canvassing some of the neighbors down the hall and up the street. LOWE Any souvenirs left behind? SANSOME Nothing out of the ordinary. Scattered pieces of cotton, a tiny fragment of a ripped paper envelope was found about a yard from the body. Processing it as we speak. LOWE Any caliber on the gun? sansome No spent rounds or casings were found. Lowe raises his eyebrows, somewhat impressed. VICKs May have used a revolver, something like a three-fifty-seven. Or he just decided to keep the shells for good luck, but regardless, unless somethings found here or from the rounds they dig outta this guys melon... (shakes her head) ... we'll have to wait for ballistics. INT. JOSEPHS APARTMENT -- NIGHT LIVING ROOM TABLE A .357 Magnum is placed down. Joseph squats beside the terrified Shauna. He places his finger up to his lips. Joseph Shhhhh... I better not hear more than a mouse squeak. He removes the duct tape from Shauna's mouth, followed by Norah's. JOSEPH (contd) Now, who wants first dibs? Neither answer. Joseph puts a french fry under Shauna's nose. She jerks her head away. JOSEPH (contd) Well, if you're going to be an ungrateful little bitch... He stuffs a few fries in his mouth, then tosses the full box over at Shauna's face. She shrieks. NORAH I haven't got anything! We haven't got anything. What do you want?! Joseph sits on the cruddy love seat, begins to rack up lines of crystal meth on the table with the razor blade. JOSEPH You really wanna know, huh? That'd flick your bean, wouldnt it? Joseph snickers. NORAH Please, just let her go! Whatever you want, Ill do anything. About to do a line, Joseph pauses, looks up at Norah. A spooky grin develops. Joseph But we just met... Norah looks up at Joseph, disgusted. Norah She's nine years old. Are you that fucking callous?! Joseph sucks up a gigantic line; a true pro at work. INT. NORAHS APARTMENT -- NIGHT Lowe veers from the group, curiously and observantly scans through the apartment. His eyes are intense. The others anxiously await for his response. Linguica License in the victims wallet shows an address on Sutter Street. Name's Bradley Duthie. Russian lady says she swore that he lived here. Seen him around a lot for the last couple of months, but-- LOWE Did we run little Bradley's license for a change of address. vicks No change found in the DMV query. Probably boyfriend of the tenant renting the place. A Miss... Vicks glances down at her pad of notes. vicks (contd) ... Norah Duhamel. Got a little girl. Last seen earlier this morning on their way out. No word since. LOWE We looking at multiple suspects, or was this just some little love triangle gone to shit? SANSOME No definitive evidence yet. Our guys are still dusting the place for prints. Appears the point of entry was probably the fire escape... Sansome points over to the ajar fire escape window... INSERT CUT: The DARK PROFILE of a man sliding open the window from the fire escape, climbing through. Match CUT TO: SANSOMES HAND still extended to the window... Sansome (CONTd) Left open. And the suspect exited through the front. Pattern of bloody footprints leads up to the door... 000200000C0900006A5BC03,Sansome directs Lowes attention to the trail of bloody footprints. Sansome (CONTd) And out into the apartment hallway. We're still working on lifting the shoe pattern, but the theres also paw prints all over from the damn cat, so-- LOWE You mean the witness, right? Embarrassed, Sansome is unsure of how to react. Lowe sizes up the walls. Lowe (contd) No wasted shots fired. They all make their way over toward the victim. Sansome Nope, and judging by the marks on the neck, looks like the phone cord was used in the struggle. Lowe greets the medical examiner, whos squatted beside the victim. Lowe You know youre not gonna find Mr. Wonderful if you keep hanging around dead guys. Medical examiner Well, James... (looks up at Lowe) ... at least they cant argue with me. Thats always a plus in my book. The two exchange a friendly smile. Lowe You dont mind if I have this dance, do you? She rises, and extends her hand towards the victim. Medical eXAMINER Hes all yours. Just promise to be a gentleman, okay... Lowe Thanks, Jeanie. The medical examiner leaves with a smile. Vicks re-enacts her theory concocted by the evidence gathered so far... VICKS Okay... so after the victim was taken down... INSERT CUT: The dark profile tightly wraps the phone cord around Bradleys neck, black gloves on. INSERT CUT: Bradleys eyes widen, gasps for air in a panic. VICKS (V.O. CONTD) ... assaulted a few more times... INSERT CUT: The black glove beats in Bradleys cheek. BACK TO VICKS... VICKS (CONTD) (points up to her cheek) ... swollen face. (beat) Doesn't seem like much time elapsed. Takes one right away to the left shoulder at close range. With her index finger extended and thumb pointed upwards, resembling a gun, Vicks aims at the victim's shoulder. INT. RUSSIAN NEIGHBORS APARTMENT -- night An OLD RUSSIAN MAN sits on the sofa, television blasting. His large WIFE stands at the counter in the kitchen. A muffled gunshot rings out. WIFE Honey, will you turn that down?! The man waives her off with his hand. VICKS (V.O.) Most likely down when he was finished off. INT. Norahs apartment -- night Vicks aims with her fingers at the victim's chest. INSERT CUT: The black gloves place the old, worn out teddy bear up to the .357s nozzle. The squeeze of the trigger... VICKS (V.O. contd.) (overlap with a muffled gunshot) Boom-- Some cotton blows out the teddy bears back. BACK TO VICKS Vicks (CONTD) One to the chest. Out for the count. Vicks holds her fingers extended, cocks one eye... EXT. NORAHs APARTMENT -- night Ascending from the fire escape, in cue with a bright flash through the window... VICKS (V.O. contd) (overlap with a muffled gunshot) Pshhh-- Ascending further... VICKS (V.O. CONTD) Point blank to the skull, execution style. INT. NORAHS APARTMENT -- NIGHT Vicks tilts her head in disappointment... ViCKS (CONTD) No one has reported hearing any shots yet. Something was probably used to muffle the sound. Maybe a pillow. Would explain the cotton. Exact time of occurrence is still being determined. 0002000006E80000765E6E2,Lowe sighs through his nostrils. He looks around, collecting his thoughts. He then shows exactly who's in charge... LOWE Okay. (to Vicks) Let's get search warrants going for the phones, and make sure to freeze them for the last call in and last call out. Lowe glances over at Sansome, puts his hand up on Linguica's shoulder. LOWE (contd) Let's do what we can with these shoe prints. Vacuum the floors for fibers and hair samples, dust this whole goddamn place for prints. (points to his eye) And I want a bullet fragment. I don't care if you have to turn this place upside down to get one. Tear apart the walls, the floors, the whole works. Linguica (nods) You got it. Lowe (to everyone) People, I don't care how professional this appears to be, there's always a flaw, and that's why we got jobs! Lowe pats the back of the OFFICER BY THE DOOR. LOWE (contd) Canvas all the neighbors. I want complete statements. The officer gladly nods. LOWE (contd) (to everyone) And god-damn-it, can someone please find the fucking tenant who resides in this humble abode! INT. JOSEPH'S APARTMENT -- night Joseph removes a cigarette from his pack, places it up to his lips. He lights it with his gold Zippo, takes a drag, and exhales smoke over at Norah's face... She doesnt cough. Instead, she begins to test him... NORAH I know people like you. JOSEPH People like me, huh? Joseph chuckles and takes another drag. NORAH Addicts. Except you probably think you don't have a problem. You haven't quite reached that stage yet. JOSEPH So, Doc, in your expert opinion... what stage am I at? NORAH Denial. You're just too damn ignorant to see the resemblance between your life and that damn straw you put up your nose. Nothing but a pathetic downward spiral. 00020000075800007D40752,Joseph peers down at his watch. JOSEPH Well, so sorry, but Ive got to end this little heart-to-heart, dear. But down on the upside... He rises and grabs the tape, leans in towards the girls. JOSEPH (contd) (whispers into Norahs ear) Just for you, precious... (beat) I'm gonna kill two birds with one stone. NORAH You malevolent fuck! Norah tries kicking every which way. NORAH (contd) Just let her g-- Joseph straps tape back over Norah's mouth. She attempts to give her piece of mind, but is restrained from producing anything coherent. Shauna No... He puts tape over Shauna's mouth. JOSEPH Ready? Now pay attention, but please... (whispers) Try and stay quiet. Daddy has to make an important phone call. Joseph picks up the severed straw and plops back down on the love seat. He flips open his cell phone. While dialing, he fluently twirls the straw between his fingers. EXT. CORNER Pay phone -- night Vincent impatiently paces back and forth through pools of streetlight. Thick fog smothers the misty streets. The pay phone rings. He takes a deep breath and stares at it for a second. It rings again. He steps over and picks it up. Joseph's raspy, yet calm and collected voice... JOSEPH (O.S.) (on other line) So you got my letter... Vincent appears spooked. JOSEPH (O.S. contd) Just a little welcome back present. You're not tender from your little trip, are you? I hear they got a great workout program in there. The kind where they're right behind you the whole time... VINCENT Fuck you. JOSEPH (O.S.) (chuckles) Come on now. I pave the way for you, and thats the thanks I get? Vincent nervously glances over his shoulder at a car that passes by. It continues down the empty street. JOSEPH (O.S. contd) Im giving you a fresh opportunity to make your way back into Norah and sweet little Shauna's life again. A second chance, amigo... 00020000077800008492772,Vincent tries to put everything into place. VINCENT How do you know Norah? Who the fuck is this? Where is she? (confused) Wait, how the fuck do you know me? JOSEPH (O.S.) That's of little significance, amigo, and the least of your concerns right now. What is significant is what I've done for you, and your concern is how to reciprocate. A DRUNK COUPLE rounds the corner, laughing and swaying. VINCENT I don't follow. So far all youve done is put me in the middle of a giant fucking setup! The couple pass him. The guy looks at him cock-eyed. The woman gives him the cock eyes, looking him up and down. Vincent (cONTD) (lowly) So here... fuck you very much. You twisted motherfu-- Joseph hangs up on Vincent in mid-sentence. The dial tone. VINCENT (contd) Hello? Hello?! Vincent violently smashes the receiver down. VINCENT (contd) Fuck!! Vincent stressfully waits by the phone, once again pacing. His hands grip his hair tightly behind his head, he bites his bottom lip with frustration. RING-- He immediately answers it, not even giving it a chance to ring one full time through. VINCENT (contd) Listen-- JOSEPH (O.S.) If we're going to be partners, youre gonna have to readjust that little temper of yours. A hard, long snort comes from Joseph's end of the line, followed by a deep gasp. JOSEPH (O.S. contd) Little tiffs like that make me-- VINCENT Whoa, whoa, hold up. INTercut with JOSEPHs aPARTMENT -- CONTINUOUS Josephs hand is a bit shaky; hes obviously strung out. Vincent (O.S. contd) What the... Joseph scrolls through on... THE LAPTOP: A web page for a condo complex somewhere sunny and tropical. The picture is a view overlooking the clear, blue water from a modern balcony. VINCENT (O.S. conTD) What do you mean partners? THE LAPTOP: Joseph clicks onto a different internet window that has one way flight times and prices from San Francisco to Antigua. 00020000064C00008C04646,JOSEPH Oh, whoops. Must of completely slipped my mind. Joseph looks across at the girls tied up on the couch. JOSEPH (contd) We're gonna help each other in this little game I've always adored, since I was just a wee lad. Norahs eyebrows resemble a giant V. VINCENT (O.S.) What?! JOSEPH Cops and robbers, Vincent. INTERCUT WITH corner PAY PHONE -- CONTINUOUS Vincents silhouette becomes engulfed in the fog as he listens intently. JOSEPH (O.S. contd) Have you not played before? Its a shit-ton-of-fun... Vincent Hold on. Look, I-- Joseph (O.S.) Now, I don't take you for a complete asshole, so I'm sure you've gathered so far that were the robbers, of course, and obviously, we don't wanna get caught by the cops. Now, we-- VINCENT Listen, I don't kn-- JOSEPH (O.S.) Yes, we're gonna play whether you like it or not, and I'll kindly ask you to not interrupt again or I will skull-fuck your little girl before you even lay eyes on her!! Vincent swallows. JoSEPH (o.s. Contd) Now, Vincent, trust me when I tell you that we are partners. INT. ford crown victoria -- moving -- CONTINUOUS Lowe leaves the crime scene at Norahs apartment complex. Police radio car lights flash through the rear-view mirror. The phone call continues in VOICE OVER: JOSEPH (V.O. contd) Of course, I'm the boss and you're the bitch, but all minor bullshit aside, were partners. Lowe stops at a stop sign to light a cigarette. JOSEPH (V.O. contd) We're in this together, amigo. Lowe shakes out the match, and drops it out of the crack of the window. He checks both ways, begins his left turn. VINCENT (V.O.) 00020000078C0000924A786,What is this? What the fuck is this?! Mid-turn, his wind-shield wipers pumping, revealed on the left is: a jumpy looking man on the pay phone by the corner. It is Vincent. VINCENT (contd) What in God's name did I ever do to you to piss you off so bad that-- Lowe inhales a drag, rolls by slowly. Through the heavy mist, illuminated by the street lamp, he catches a straight stare into Vincent's eyes. JOSEPH (V.O.) Oh, come on, man... Lowe focuses back onto the road ahead. Through the reflection in the rear-view mirror, Lowe's exhales his drag through his nostrils. INTERCUT WITH corner PAY PHONE -- CONTINUOUS Vincent noticed the Crown Victoria roll by slowly, but couldnt see anyone's face through the barely cracked, tinted windows. JOSEPH (O.S. contd) I know you're smarter than that. Vincent turns his back and tensely faces the booth. VINCENT Look, I'm sorry, but I don't have the slightest fucking idea what you're trying to-- JOSEPH (O.S.) William Ryan Keening, ring a bell?! Vincents pupils dilate tremendously. A distorted feeling. Everything slows down. Only the sound of his deep gasp... EXT. MULLIGAN'S PUB, city street -- NIGHT -- FLASHBACK montage - Vincent's POV: Escorted by two SFPD officers, Vincent looks down to see paramedics hovering over Will. - Vincents POV: Straddled over Will, Vincent looks down at his shaky, chunked-up bloody knuckles, which cover Wills face. - Vincent's POV: Before being covered up, he catches a brief glimpse of Will's face, disfigured and covered in blood over the concrete. Vincents vision begins to BLUR. INTERCUT WITH corner PAY PHONE -- night Silent raindrops create chaotic ripples across the puddle beside Vincents foot, until... JOSEPH (O.S.) Ahhhhh... Now I've got your attention. Vincent becomes weak; stands with one hand against the brick wall beside him. JOSEPH (O.S. contd) You think you're the only one who lost a part of your life?? 000200000AB0000099D0AAA,INTERCUT WITH JOSEPHS APARTMENT -- CONTINUOUS CLOSE on Josephs mouth... JOSEPH (contd) Well fuck you very much... INTERCUT WITH CORNER PAY PHONE -- CONTINUOUS Vincent shuts his eyes. JOSEPH (o.s. Contd) ... but think again, amigo. Vincent turns his back to the wall, slides down to a sitting position. He puts his hand up to his forehead and rubs his eyes hard... VINCENT (whispers to himself) I don't fuckin' believe this. JOSEPH (O.S.) Now you listen to me, and I want you to listen hard... because right now, it's not a matter of what you believe or not. It's a matter of whether you're willing to sacrifice... again. The thought of prison sends shivers down Vincent's spine. JOSEPH (O.S. contd) This is the deal... INTERCUT WITH JOSEPHs APARTMENT -- CONTINUOUS Josephs anxiety has elevated; his hand shakes finishing his un-ashed cigarette. JOSEPH (contd) ... and there's no negotiation about it! (rises from couch) You took from me, and I now I take from you. Joseph smears his cigarette out on his arm. It doesn't even faze him. He flicks the cigarette butt over at Norahs face. She retaliates with a piercing stare. INTERCUT WITH corner PAY PHONE -- CONTINUOUS Vincent's face fills with puzzlement. JOSEPH (O.S. contd) But I have faith in you, amigo. You appear like a pretty resourceful guy. Couple years out of the loop of things, but hey, aint all too much has changed. Sitting against the brick wall, Vincent sighs, shakes his head. JoSEPH (O.S. contd) But hey, I'll be a fair sport. Ill go step by step with you. Hold your hand, maybe even wipe your ass... See, I wannna be extra sure that theres absolutely no chance of a collapse in our understanding here. VINCENT Listen, I don't wanna... Vincent tries to stay strong, but the ball is not in his court. VINCENT (contd) Look, I'm terribly sorry about- About your... INTERCUT WITH JOSEPHS APARTMENT -- CONTINUOUS SMASH-- Joseph unleashes a fist through his wall. Shauna jumps and shrills. JOSEPH Brother, Vincent! My brother! My caring, dedicated flesh and fucking blood! INTERCUT WITH CORNER PAY PHONE -- CONTINUOUS Vincent realizes the stakes have taken a huge leap. VINCENT Your brother, your brother! Fuck!! Vincent tries to reason... VINCENT (contd) Look, I've had nothing but a whole lot of time to-- INTERCUT WITH JOSEPHs APARTMENT -- CONTINUOUS Joseph drops the straw from his nose, next to the pile of crystal on the table. A spring of anger shoots out of him... JOSEPH What you've had is no fucking idea what it's like to have the only one that matters to you taken away by a thickheaded little dip-shit trying to demonstrate chivalry to some cunt Mick bitch! He quickly rises, makes his way behind the girls. 0002000008EF0000A47A8E9,JoSEPH (contd) Now listen up, because I am not going to repeat myself! INTERCUT WITH corner PAY PHONE -- CONTINUOUS Vincents mind races in a million directions. JOSEPH (O.S contd) Now, your first little mission, Vincent... INTERCUT WITH JOSEPHs APARTMENT -- CONTINUOUS FOCUS on the pile of crystal meth. Joseph paces off, BLURRED in the background. Joseph (conTD) ... you're going to erase my debt. INT. LOWES APARTMENT -- NIGHT Tiny. Virtually empty, minus a couch and all the moving boxes. The rain has died down outside. Lowe unlocks the door, enters, quietly closes the door behind him. He looks exhausted, his tie loosened. IN THE KITCHEN - Lowe opens the cabinet to a half empty bottle of bourbon. - A light pour splashes into a rocks glass. - Lowes hunched over with his hands pressed on the counter, motionless. He stares over at the still drink in front of him, his jaw clenches. He finally takes the glass, rises it up to his face. Doesnt drink though. Instead, he deeply inhales the scent. Closes his eyes, exhales. - He slowly pours the bourbon into the sink, then drops the glass... Quick cut to: INT. SEEDY HOTEL ROOM, bathroom -- night Vincent is violently thrown into the wall beside the toilet-- overlapped with the sound of Lowes rocks GLASS SHATTERING. His nose drips blood. Andy (o.s.) Man, get the fuck up!! ANDY, a bald, largely built pale man, pulls Vincent up off the ground, and drags him out... IN THE BEDROOM Andy pins him up against the wall with his large, sleeve-tattooed forearm. Vincent's POV: Stepping out from behind Andy is CHEPE, a cut Colombian man in his late twenties with a large tattoo stretching across his neck. His stare is colder than ice. CHEPE Who the fuck are you, es? ANDY I'd say he's a pig if-- CHEPE I know what you'd say, Andy. But I'm askin' tha' chump. (to Vincent) So, homes... Who the fuck are you, and where the fuck's my boy, Slim J? Vincent stutters, realizing that he doesnt even know Josephs real name. VINCENT Listen, Slim- J sent me, 'cause he- CHEPE Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up, homes. First of all... (points at Vincent) You a cop? Cause I ain't bein' taken down by no punk-ass pig without at least takin' his tongue after he tells me so. Now you know you gotta tell me, right? 0002000005EF0000AD635E9,VINCENT I ain't a fuckin' cop! Andy grabs Vincent's wallet from his back pocket and tosses it back to Chepe. VINCENT (contd) Look at me, man! Look. Chepe takes out Vincent's old, expired license from the wallet. He scans through, then looks up at Vincent. CHEPE Well, Vincent Dominick Cappelli, don't you think maybe it's time for a trip to the DMV, dog? Chepe tosses the wallet back to Vincent, who catches it at his chest. Chepe waives his license in the air. CHEPE (contd) 'Dis one's a little weathered, wouldn't you say, homes? Chepe palms Vincent's license into his pocket. ANDY Man, what the-- CHEPE Andy! (to Vincent) What tha' fuck is your business here, guero? Vincent delays. He boldly spits a gulp of blood off to the side, onto the carpet. Andy becomes impatient, and pulls out his .9mm from the back waistline of his jeans. He presses it up to Vincent's temple... cut to black: The gun is cocked-- the sound echoes... Fade IN: Ext. Vincents apartment, rooftop -- dawn Vincents POV: Lying down, Vincent awakes to see Norah gazing across at him. She smiles, the increasing sunlight illuminates her incredible green eyes. Int. Vincents motel room -- Morning Vincent lies in bed, asleep. His upper-left cheek is bruised, his lower lip cut up and swollen. Shirtless, an open wound on his chest is infected. Ext. Vincents apartment, rooftop -- dawn Vincent gently kisses Norahs neck, her eyes close. They are stretched across a large flannel beach towel, a blanket covering them. 00020000097A0000B34C974,InT. VINCENTS MOTEL ROOM -- moRNING Vincents eyes lightly twitch. Ext. Vincents apartment, rooftop -- dawn Vincent slowly kisses his way south, down her naked body. Down her stomach, drops lower and lower. Her nails lightly run up his shirtless back. INT. vincents MOTEL ROOM -- morning Vincents hand reaches over to the pillow of the empty side of the bed. Ext. Vincents apartment, rooftop -- dawn Vincent and Norahs fingers tightly lock together. Their lips attach. Lines of rooftops, telephone poles and lines run for blocks down the neighborhood skyline. The sky has a warm, citrus-like feel. The sudden RING of a phone... INT. vincents MOTEL ROOM -- morning Vincents eyes shoot open and his pupils recoil as he jumps up from his sleep, tensely presses his back up against the wall. He hastily looks to the phone on the night table; snatches it and places it up to his ear. JOSEPH (O.S.) (on other line) Morning, sunshine. So I see everything went smoothly. InT. HALL OF JUSTICE, HOMICIDE DETAIL -- morning Lowe works intensely on paperwork at his desk, a large cup of coffee beside him. Vicks pokes her head into their office, a thick black binder at hand. VICKS We've got an I.D. on our man. Vicks taps the binder twice with the tips of her fingers. Lowe immediately looks up with anticipation. Int. HALL OF JUSTICE, ready room -- MORNING A windowless classroom. Neat. Bland. CAPTAIN DOYLE, a man with a thick northern New Jersey accent, stands at a podium in front with a white screen at his side. Balding, in his fifties, with prominent wrinkles, he looks like a man who takes his job seriously. A mug-shot of Vincent is projected onto the screen from a slide projector. captain doyle Vincent D. Cappelli. FIVE HARDENED POLICE OFFICERS, four men and one woman, sit in chairs facing the captain. The all wear bullet-proof vests with the word POLICE spray-painted across them. Captain DOYLE (contd) Possession of marijuana at age seventeen. Slap on the wrist. Lowe sits in back, drinking coffee. CAPTAIN DOYLE (contd) Fast forward, served close to ten for Voluntary Manslaughter from a bar fight back in 97. Vicks sits beside Lowe, jotting down notes into the black binder. CAPTAIN DOYLE (CONTD) Just released Friday morning. Now get this, at the time of that little incident, the tenant of the place, Norah Duhamel, was his girlfriend that he was supposedly defending. 0002000009A90000BCC09A3,Lowe stares intensely at Vincents mug shot on the screen. captain doyle (contd) Unfortunately, still no word on her whereabouts. Over at St. Marys Medical Center, where she works, they say so far she's a no call, no show this morning. Her daughter is also absent from her Elementary School in the Richmond. The FEMALE COP raises her hand. female cop Has Duhamel been ruled out as a suspect? Vicks cuts in before Captain Doyle... Vicks (O.S.) No conclusive evidence to deem her as one. All bring their attention towards the back, at Vicks. ViCKS (contd) Cappelli was in the joint when she moved into the place... (beat) ... Forensics came up with his prints at the scene. The female cop is slightly intimidated, slightly envious of Vicks. BACK AT THE PODIUM Captain doyle Lift on the footprints match the shoes he was issued upon his release. And he hasnt contacted his parole officer. However, just got word that hes checked into a motel off Geary. Warrants already been approved. Lowe still gazes at the mug shot... Ext. MULLIGANS PUB, CITY STREET -- night THROUGH LOWES EYES: Vincent is taken away handcuffed by two SFPD officers. Lights flash in the background as Vincent is escorted towards the radio car. Ext. corner pay phone -- night Vincent on the pay phone. FOCUS on his eyes. Match Cut to: INT. HALL OF JUSTICE, Ready room -- morning ON PROJECTION SCREEN: Vincents eyes on his mug shot. It hits Lowe; he now recognizes the face... from ten years ago, and last night. Captain doyle (o.s.) (clapping) Okay people, lets move. Shuffling from the officers rising. Lowe is left sitting. Ext. Precinct parking garage -- morning Two police vans peel out, followed by Lowes car. JOSEPH (V.O.) (on other line) Morning, sunshine. So I see everything went smoothly... INT. VINCENTS HOTEL ROOM -- MORNING Vincent rises, grabbing the base of the phone. VINCENT That's hardly the fucking term! JOSEPH (O.S.) Now, now, just because we're not a morning man, doesn't mean we have to lash out on others. Vincent heatedly paces back and forth to the longest distance that the phones wire will extend. VINCENT Cut the shit! I fuckin' killed... (lowers his voice) Hes dead, do you understand? That wasn't what I... (beat) I have to live with that shit, man! Silence on the other end. VINCENT (contd) Hey!! Do you get me?!! Joseph calmly laughs to himself. JOSEPH (O.S.) You're right, Vincent. That wasn't exactly part of the little plan. 00020000077E0000C663778,(chuckles devilishly) But thank you. Takes a load off my back. So, I guess we're even, amigo. No more Brad, and now no more Chepe. Cheers, now were starting to resemble a true partnership here. Vincent continues pacing. He puts his arms through his shirt sleeves, shouldering the phone up to his ear. He pulls his head through. VINCENT Quit with the mind-fucking games! I wanna speak to Norah. Thats only fair. JOSEPH (O.S.) First off, why don't you take a seat on the bed and relax. Vincent looks down at the bed, takes a long breath. VINCENT (contd) I am sitting. JOSEPH (O.S.) Don't tell tales. I know you better that you think, amigo. VINCENT Hey, you don't know me for shit! Understand, A- mi- go?! Vincent shouts louder than before, his fist squeezed shut. VINCENT (contd) You don't know me from a fucking hole in the wall, and you never will! JOSEPH (O.S.) Well, you're right to a degree. See, I may not know you as in knowing your favorite color, or whether you prefer the vertical pink taco or the sausage now... A hard sniffling on the other line. JOSEPH (O.S. contd) But what I do know is that you have a soft spot for these two, and quite honestly, youre in absolutely no position to be making any demands. So do me a favor there, cowboy... (beat) Sit the fuck down, and relax! Vincent is silent. He finally takes a seat, attempts to regain his rationality. EXT. ALLEYWAY PAY PHONE -- CONTINUOUS Joseph's fingers snap the roller on his gold Zippo lighter, igniting it. He raises it up to light the Lucky Strike in his mouth. He inhales a deep drag, then exhales a cloud of smoke through his nose. A few cars roll by in the background. Joseph is seen in decent lighting for the first time. JOSEPH (contd) Now I'll be honest, you don't have all that much time. So if I were you I'd just listen, and answer with simple yes and no's. Comprends? VINCENT (O.S.) (sighs) 0002000008AB0000CDDB8A5,Yes. JOSEPH There we go! See, I knew you were a good choice for a partner. Our communication is just... outstanding. INTERCUT WITH VINCENTs MOTEL ROOM -- CONTINUOUS Vincent sits on the bed, maintaining his cool. JOSEPH (O.S. contd) We're going to get through this. I promise. I can feel it, Vincent. I feel it in my gut. (beat) Well, all stiffies aside, you did make it out with my little remedy...? The sound of a car screech outside. VINCENT Yeah. He jumps up, strides over to the front window, cracks open a small space between the blinds. VINCENT (contd) Listen, you gotta just let me talk to... THROUGH CRACK IN BLINDS: SWAT officers sneak across the parking lot entrance. VINCENT (contd) Fuck! (steps back) Fuck!! JOSEPH (O.S.) They're coming, aren't they? See, you should trust me more often. VINCENT Quick, where's the drop-off?! Come on! Give me a place! Ext. motel parking lot -- continuous Cars screech up to a halt. Numerous car doors slam shut. INT. vincents motel room -- continuous Vincent secures the two locks on the door. JOSEPH (O.S.) (laughing) Okay, fine. I'll help you out... again. Since we're partners and all. Lets continue this conversation in a place a little safer, whatta you sa-- VINCENT Come on!! Panic floods Vincents face. Ext. Motel Stairwell -- CONTINUOUS Several sets of feet move quickly up the stairs in single file. INT. vincents motel room -- continuous Vincent anxiously awaits for Josephs reply. JOSEPH (O.S.) AMC movie theatre off Van Ness. In the lobby... Ext. Motel Balcony -- continuous The footsteps close in fast. INT. vincents motel room -- continuous Vincent leaves the phone off the hook on the night table. He grabs the green duffel bag by the foot of the bed, and jolts towards the back, into the bathroom, slamming the door behind. EXT. Vincents motel room -- CONTINUOUS The feet of a HALF-DOZEN TACTICAL UNIT OFFICERS march up to the front door, fully geared up and ready, rifles and handguns out. Vicks and Lowe appear from right behind, backing up against the walls beside the door. Lowe looks directly into Vicks' eyes; she sternly reciprocates. Lowe yells into the door... Lowe Mr. Cappelli, open up!! Police!! 000200000B0C0000D680B06,ACROSS THE street BYSTANDERS rubberneck, attempting to catch a glimpse of the commotion. BACK OUTSIDE Vincents motel room A door down the hall opens and an OLDER WOMAN peeks out. The female cop points her gun and the door slams. TACTICAL LIEUTENANT ROBERSON, a middle-aged, light-skinned black man with a cut build, leading the group, steps up to the door. He has a search warrant scotch-taped to the front of his bulletproof vest. ROBERSON Last chance! Open the fucking door! Now!! Still no response. Roberson looks over at a SOLIDLY BUILT OFFICER, who hoists a heavy battering ram up to the door. The other cops get on both sides of the door. Lowe and Vicks hang back a few feet, watching their backs. The solidly built officer brings the ram forward with a splintering THUD -- once... twice... the door flies open... Int. Vincents motel room -- continuous The cops storm in with guns drawn, heads scanning from corner to corner, floor to ceiling. Roberson Clear! The Inspectors move further in, making their way to the back; the shut bathroom door. Vicks covers Lowe, beside the door. His large black boot kicks in the door... IN THE BATHROOM Again, no sign, except Lowe looks up to notice that the small skylight is popped open. He steps up onto the toilet, and jumps up to the skylight window. He grabs a strong hold, pulls himself up. Ext. motel Rooftop - continuoUS Lowe's pops his head up through the opening. Lowes POV: Lowe hastily looks around, covering the North, East, South, West, and everywhere in between. No one. Back IN THE bATHROOM Lowe drops back down to the floor and lowers his head, sighs in disappointment. Vicks lowers her gun. VICKS We've got a Houdini, don't we? Lowe storms out, pissed. Vicks shakes her head, then places her gun back into her holster. Vicks Shit. momentS LATER Several officers look around for anything useful that may have been left behind. A LATIN OFFICER notices that the phone was left off the hook, next to a blank note pad. Latex gloves on, he carefully picks it up off the night table with two fingers, puts it up near his ear, only to hear the dial tone. LATIN OFFICER (to Lowe) Inspector. Phone was left off the hook. Lowe steps up, gently takes the phone from him, and dismissively places it back down. Frustrated, Lowe exits past Vicks. Back on the table, the note pad is gone. EXT. MOTEL PARKING LOT -- MOMENTS LATER Several police radio cars are parked, lights flashing. A cigarette in hand, Lowe is halfway in the passenger seat of his car, rubbing the tip of a pencil over the pad that he slickly removed from the night table, trying to make out the imprints. VICKS (O.s.) You know we have pretty decent indented handwriting specialists for that sort of thing... Vicks appears beside the car door. Lowe ignores her sarcasm. 000200000B310000E186B2B,VICKS (contd) You wanna keep me updated, James. I'd like to know what you're thinking every now and again. LOWE What I'm thinking? I'm not thinking. VICKS Well then-- Lowe shoots a stare up at her. Lowe I'm feeling. (beat) I'm feeling like something's really off on all this, and I'm feeling like I can't put my finger on the goddamn reason why. (sighs) The phone. Why would he leave it off the hook? VICKS He heard us coming. He shakes his head in frustration, looks away from her. VICKS (contd) I mean, we aren't exactly graceful ballerinas when we're in the heat of things. He heard us, he dropped it, and he bolted. End of-- LOWE Wrong. See, he didn't drop it, he left it. He placed it on the desk, Cynthia. Like he was asking us to trace it. VICKS Alright, alright. Either way, we trace it. See what we come up with. Then concoct theories. LOWE Fuck theories! I'm talkin' instinct right now. Gut feelings, Cyn. What if... (calms himself) I'm just saying... Lowe takes a drag as he rises. He makes his way to the trunk, opens it. FROM INSIDE THE trunk: The Inspectors remove their bulletproof vests. LOWE (contd) ... you don't shoot the messenger, you know? They both throw their vests inside. Lowe raises his hand up to shut the trunk. Match cut tO: INT. josephs APARTMENT GARAGE - day Tied up and bound, Norah lies inside Joseph's Ford Mustang hatchbacks trunk. She attempts to yell through the tape, but nothing coherent comes out as Joseph closes the trunk door over her. Shauna No, mommy!! Joseph Hey! Lock it up! Joseph escorts Shauna to the passenger door, only her wrists tied up. Tears run down her frightened face. Joseph (CONTD) Cmon. Lets go. He dials on his cell phone while opening the door. Assisting her inside, he puts the phone up to her ear. INT. Amc movie theatRE, lobby pay phone -- day The pay phone rings twice. Vincent hustles from around the corner, barely makes it there on the third ring. Several people casually stroll through. A bit out of breath, Vincent attempts to remain inconspicuous. VINCENT Yeah. SHAUNA (O.S.) (on other line) Hello? Vincent is completely caught off-guard. VINCENT Hello?! Sh- Shauna, is that you? Are you okay? Hello?! SHAUNA (O.S.) Vincent, I'm scared. Please-- Int. ford MUSTANG HATCHBACK -- moving -- continuous Joseph grabs the phone, begins to imitate Shauna... JOSEPH Please, help. He's beating us with garden hoses and burning us with red-hot pokers. Joseph pulls out of his garage, presses the electric garage door opener attached to the flip-down drivers side mirror. The garage begins to close. Joseph (contd) He's malicious and insane. He's gonna lose it. You gotta save us. INTERCUT WITH LOBBY PAY PHONE -- CONTINUOUS Joseph laughs hysterically. Vincent is not amused. VINCENT I can't wait 'til I see your fucking face. JOSEPH (O.S.) 000200000A990000ECB1A93,Oh, come on, tough guy. Don't be so dry. Optimism, Vinny boy. The bright side. Admit it. Arent you having a little bit of fun...? VINCENT Put Norah on. I wanna-- JOSEPH (O.S.) Not a chance. You heard the little one. They're still breathing, and that's all you need to know. VINCENT Wrong! They're with you! A fuck-up with a grudge. JOSEPH (O.S.) Watch yourself there, amigo. Let's not start name-calling, Vincent, because this fuck-up you speak of does have the power to treat them as he pleases. I wouldnt start pushing his buttons-- TWO COPS casually make their round through the lobby. VINCENT Well, cooperating with him hasn't quite gotten me anywhere either... One of the cops receives a call over his radio, makes eye contact with Vincent. He taps his partner on the arm, they both look over in Vincents direction. VINCENT (CONTD) ... except closer to getting handcuffs slapped back on my wrists again. Vincent freezes, as the cops quickly make their way past, to the door leading into the parking garage. Vincent lets out a long, relieved exhale. Vincent (contd) Maybe booked for another thirty. JOSEPH (O.S.) You're such a buzz-kill. You're fine... and so are they. Now quit bitching, and let's discuss the future, shall we. Fuck the past. Vincent forces a chuckle. VINCENT Fuck the past?? Youre the one who can't let go. You fucking hypocrite. JOSEPH (O.S.) Vincent, if you don't stop talking about me, Im going to stab these little bitches in the throat with a rusty screwdriver, and watch them flop around like little fish, bleeding to death on my own fucking carpet. There is a major shift in Vincents facial expression. JOSEPH (O.S. contd.) Sure, Norah smells like a sweet little kiwi right now, and trust me... Joseph inhales in once deeply. JoSEPH (o.s. Contd) ... she does. But it's amazing how quick a stench can develop from a dead corpse after all of the bodily fluids release! Vincent becomes aware of Josephs instability. VINCENT Okay, alright... Alright. INTercut with FORD MUSTANG HATCHBACK -- moving -- CONTINUOUS Joseph drives down the steep, curvy road from POTRERO HILL. The San Francisco Bay hugs the shoreline below. Agitated, Joseph lights a Lucky Strike with his Zippo, takes a deep drag. JOSEPH Focused?! VINCENT (O.S.) I'm here. Joseph exhales with the windows still shut, slowly filling up the car with a cloud of smoke. Shauna coughs. VINCENT (O.s Contd) What do you want me to-- JOSEPH Good! Now there's a little diner over on Divisidero called Taby's. Know it? VINCENT (O.S.) I- I think. Look-- INTERCUT WITH LOBBY PAY PHONE -- CONTINUOUS Vincents jaw is left open in mid-sentence. JOSEPH (O.S.) Great. A half-hour. 000200000A450000F744A3F,Vincent Hold on-- Joseph (O.S.) Since from your eyes, I'm really just misunderstood, maybe I can make it up to you. Vincent Just-- Joseph (O.S.) Maybe since you helped me clear my debt, being partners and all, I can help you clear yours! Vincent Wait, just-- INTercut with FORD MUSTANG HATCHBACK -- moving -- CONTINUOUS Joseph flips his cell phone shut on Vincent, and tosses it by Shauna's feet, irritated. Shauna positions herself as far from Joseph as possible. Joseph senses her fear. JOSEPH What? Shauna doesn't respond, tearing at this point. Her silence only provokes him... JOSEPH (contd) What?!! You think I'm dangerous?! Still driving, Joseph puts his cigarette up to his forearm, singeing it; an insane look in his eyes. JOSEPH (contd) You think I'm enjoying this?! Huh?! He places his cigarette close up to her face. Switching his attention back and forth between the road and Shauna, he slowly moves it closer to just below her eye. She buries her head as far against the window as it will let her go. JOSEPH (contd) (whispers) Huh? The cigarette moves closer, she shuts her eyes. His eyes off the road, the sound of a horn snaps him out of it. He quickly looks up and swerves to avoid a head-on collision. Shauna gasps. EXT. POTRERO HILL, CITY STREET -- CONTINUOUS Joseph whips onto the curb, jams the brake to a halt. He breathes rapidly, as does Shauna. He closes his eyes and swallows deeply, so strung out that he almost got a rush from a near-death experience. EXT. COFFEE SHOP parking lot -- day Lowe and Vicks exit a coffee shop, make their way across the parking lot. Lowe lights up a smoke. Vicks throws the remainder of her bagel into a garbage, wipes her mouth with a napkin, then disposes of that as well. VICKS You spoken to Rebecca lately? Lowe hesitates in responding. LOWE No. No, I haven't, Cynthia. They approach Lowes car. With a genuinely sympathetic tone in her voice... VICKS You know... (beat) ... I think you should try calling, James, and stop waiting around for her to break the ice. Shes too young to... Lowe's cell phone rings. LOWE She may not want the ice to be broken. I sure know her mother doesn't. Lowe bluntly answers the call, relieved in changing conversation. LOWE (contd) Inspector Lowe. Captain Doyle (o.s.) (on other line) James, it's Rich. I think you should head down here. We've got someone you might find interesting. Lowe is slightly intrigued. LOWE Well, don't keep me in suspense. Go ahead, shoot. Int. hall of justice, homicide detail -- continuous Captain Doyle sits back in his chair with his feet up on his desk. 000200000AAB00010183AA5,CAPTAIN DOYLE We've got the man detained who we picked up at that homicide scene at the shady little hotel over on Eddy last night. Briggs has been sweating him down. Doyle squeezes a stress ball intensely. LOWE (O.S.) Okay, I'm still here. So Briggs is on it... CAPTAIN DOYLE There was an unidentified blood sample of a third party on the carpet and the bathroom floor. Lowe (o.s.) K... Doyle brings his feet down from the desk, leans forward. Captain Doyle Oh, and your man Cappelli's long-expired license was in the victim's pocket. INTERCUT WITH COFFEE SHOP PARKING LOT -- CONTINUOUS Lowe stands frozen in time. CAPTAIN DOYLE (O.S. contd) How 'bout now? Fascinated yet? Vicks looks over at him eagerly. LOWE Be there in ten. Lowe hangs up. He opens the car door, gets in, immediately starts it up. Vicks is puzzled, eager to be informed... Int. Ford crown victoria Vicks opens the passenger door, pokes her head in. VICKS Hey, James, you wanna share? You know, like we did in elementary school. She extends one leg in. LOWE I didn't share in elementary school. But if you get in and close the door, I promise I won't drag you underneath the tire. Vicks squats inside and closes the door. VICKS Wow, well I guess you learned extensive social skills in middle school then. Lowe takes one last drag, then flicks his cigarette out the window. He faces Vicks and exhales smoke at her. Vicks coughs, and wafts her hand rapidly in front of her face. She gives him a sarcastically amused smile. LOWE Nope. I learned time management. Lowe throws the car into reverse. EXT. FORD CROWN VICTORIA, PARKING LOT -- CONTINUOUS Lowe hauls backwards out of the spot. The revving sound of him accelerating off. INT. TABY'S DINER -- day Vincent's sketches on a napkin at the table. He looks up... What youd expect of a diner. Lines of booths. A counter with swirly padded seats. Several tables left un-bussed. Vincent pulls out a picture from his pocket, looks down at it... Written on back: Shauna Margaret, 19 1/2 inches, 7 lbs 9 ounces. He flips it, to see a photograph of his newborn daughter in Norahs arms in the hospital. The WAITRESS, an older, tiny woman with dyed red hair, grabs a menu from the front counter and drops it over at his table. WAITRESS Start you out with something to drink, hun? Vincent quickly shoves the picture back in his pocket. VINCENT Uhm, no thanks. I'm- I'm okay for right now. I'm actually, uhm, waiting for someone. The waitress pushes out a partial smile, politely nods as she heads off back to work. VINCENT (contd) (under his breath) I think... ACROSS AT THE ENTRANCE Vincent catches a quick view of a little girl looking around anxiously. Its Shauna... 00020000095600010C28950,She holds a teddy bear tightly in her arms, smashing its face against her chest. Catching Vincents gawk, Shauna stares right back. BACK AT THE TABLE Vincents jaw drops, as he sees his daughter for the first time. Shauna hesitantly approaches the table. Shauna Vincent? Vincent cant hold back his wide beam. Vincent You have your mothers eyes. To a tee. Big, beautiful, green eyes. Shauna blushes through her salty cheeks. SHAUNA Everyone always says that. Shauna still stands nervously, clutching the stuffed animal closer to her heart. Vincent begins to rise, but changes his mind, and awkwardly plops right back down. VINCENT Please, sit down, sweetie. Im so glad to finally... Shauna places the bear onto the table to use her hands to climb into the high booth. It makes a hard, clanking sound. Vincent is too in awe to notice. VINCENT (contd) ... to finally meet you. Shauna situates herself in the booth, takes the bear back into her arms again. SHAUNA My mommy used to tell me stories about you. She still does sometimes. Vincent smiles. He cant take his eyes off her. VINCENT Your mom was a great lady when I knew her. I havent seen her in quite some time though. Vincent finally leans in with a serious tone in his voice. VINCENT (contd) But listen, sweetie, I need you to be really brave, okay? Can you do that? I really need your help. Understand? Shauna nods yes. VINCENT (contd) Now, your mommy, is she alright? Has that man hurt you or her in any way? Shauna tries to hold back, but cant help to begin watering up. She squeezes the bear as tight as she can, nuzzling their faces together. SHAUNA No, I- I dont think so. VINCENT Sweetie, what do you mean? Shauna tenses up, avoiding eye contact. SHAUNA I- He- he didn't hurt- I mean, he tied us up, but I... Vincent reaches across the table and takes Shauna's hand. VINCENT (softly) Hey... (beat) You can tell me. I'm a good guy. I promise. I'm gonna get your mommy back. Just relax, alright. I just need you to tell me everything you can about this man. Anything at all. Shauna tries to calm down, but can't. SHAUNA I'm just... afraid. I don't want her to die. CUSTOMERS look over as Vincent tries to calm her. Shauna removes an envelope from her sweater pocket. Hands trembling, she places it on the middle of the table. INT. HALL OF JUSTICE, INTERROGATION ROOM -- day 0002000005DC000115785D6,The walls are white, florescent lights above. Andy lounges back, seated at the table in the middle of the room. He stares across at the blank wall without a hint of intimidation. The Inspectors enter. Vicks sits down, across the table. She drops a black binder down, opens it up. Lowe stands in the corner against the wall, observantly locked on Andy. VICKS So, Mr. DeMarzi, how are we this afternoon? Andy feels Lowe's cold gawk, but chooses to ignore. ANDY Look, why don't we just skip the introduction part and cut straight to the meat. I've been cooped up in here way too long. Vicks raises her eyebrows and nods. VICKS Well, alright then. You do know why you're here, right? ANDY Like I said, I've already been hassled by that Briggs guy. I told him everything I know. I didn't kill Chepe. VICKS Well, those are your words, not ours. We haven't accused you of anything. Lowe continues to harshly study Andy in the corner. ANDY Look, I've already-- Lowe lands his hand on the table, leans down towards Andy, smiling. LOWE Well, lets try again. Just a little run-through. Andy hesitates at first, but finally gives in... ANDY Where we startin' from? VICKS From the beginning sounds good. ANDY (sighs) Aight, look. Chepe asked me to give him a ride over to the motel. Said he had to meet a friend for something real quick. No biggy. I mean, he's my... (beat) ... he was my friend, so I didn't bother asking details. Anyways, he was upstairs for a couple of minutes. 000200000E3100011B4EE2B,Lowe sluggishly circles the room. ANDY (contd) I was down in the car listening to the radio. Heard a gunshot, got worried. Decided to check it out... INT. SEEDY HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT Vincent boldly spits a gulp of blood off to the side, onto the carpet. ANDY (V.O. contd) Walked in to find this guy beatin' the shit outta Chepe... Andy becomes impatient, and pulls out his .9mm from the back waistline of his jeans. He presses it up to Vincent's temple, cocks it. Vincent immediately responds... VINCENT Fellas, fellas! Look, he just sent me to make the switch! He- He had to-- CHEPE He had to what? Oh wait, I know. (chuckles) He had to send a little pussy-ass guero to do his dirty laundry. Chepe nods his head, grinning. Chepe (contd) Hey, homes, he happen to mention he owes me over nine G's? Nah, he probably left that little detail out, huh? VINCENT Listen, I'm just doin' him a favor. He had to be somewhere and... CHEPE Oh, he's gonna be somewhere real soon if he don't take care of dis shit... (stares through Vincent) ... and it ain't gonna be on una vacacon. Comprends? Vincent gulps. ANDY The money. CHEPE (to Vincent) He give you the money? Vincent briefly looks at the two, before looking past and between them at... A small GREEN DUFFEL BAG beside one of the twin beds. VINCENT Yeah. CHEPE Well... Where the fuck's da' dinero, pinga?! VINCENT It's in the grey bag. Chepe raises his eyebrows, eagerly shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders in question. VINCENT (contd) In the bathroom. CHEPE (dishes a grim stare) I swear to God, es, if you're tryin' to pull some shit... me and Andy are gonna enjoy cuttin' you up real good. Andy looks down at Vincent. A large grin develops as he bobs his head in agreement, projecting intimidation. Vincent eyes the green duffle bag again as Chepe heads into the bathroom, then looks back up at Andy... MATCH CUT TO: INT. HALL OF JUSTICE, INTERROGATION ROOM -- DAY Andy fearlessly glares up at Lowe, tilts his head. ANDY (contd) Like I said, he was my friend... (leans back) ... so I jumped in and started swinging at the dude... INT. SEEDY HOTEL ROOM, Bathroom -- NIGHT Chepe squats down and unzips the bag. IN THE BEDROOM Andy takes his eyes off Vincent for a brief moment, as he checks back with Chepe. ANDY Hey, we kosher? IN THE bathroom Chepe's eyes light with rage. He pulls out a roll of toilet paper from the bag. Then another ANDY (O.S. contd) Chep...? IN THE BEDROOM Andys turns his head back towards Vincent again, when... Andy (contd) ... we coo-- Vincent head-butts Andy, and shoulders him into the bathroom, grabbing his wrist to point the gun elsewhere. IN THE BATHROOM Mustered backwards, Andy trips over Chepe and goes through the sliding shower door. He hits the shower wall, landing bottom down on a pile of broken glass in the tub. Vincent tumbles hard over Chepe as well, into the side of the toilet. The two begin to wrestle. Chepe grabs a large shard of the shattered glass and swipes away at Vincent. CHEPE Hijo de tu puta madre! Vincent catches one on the upper chest, just before connecting his heel to Chepe's chin. Chepe is sent flying into the door frame, breaking off a chunk of wood. VICKS (V.O.) What did this guy look like? INT. HALL OF JUSTICE, INTERROGATION ROOM -- DAY Lowe resembles a human lie detector circling his prey. ANDY Look, lady, it happened-- VICKS Lady?? Andy rolls his eyes. ANDY Ma'am... (beat) It happened so fast. Andy is animated with his hand gestures... Andy (contd) I mean I came in, saw Chepe on the floor, so I started wailin' away. LOWE When did you fire the gun? 0002000009640001297995E,ANDY (jittery) I didn't. I mean, I picked it up... I- Hey, I never fired any gun. INT. SEEDY HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT As Vincent rises, he sees out of the corner of his eye that Andys attempting to aim his .9mm. Andy (V.O. coNTD) Look, I grabbed it... Vincent instantly darts out. IN THE BEDROOM Vincent steps over Chepe, just as Andy lets off a shot. It misses, puncturing the wall. INT. HALL OF JUSTICE, INTERROGATION ROOM -- DAY Andy throws his hands up innocently. Not very believable, however. ANDY (CONTD) I grabbed it from the guy, but I never shot it. VICKS Okay. Well how about the crystal... How much were they exchanging? ANDY (shrugs) Hey, look, I already told you, I just drove him there. That was his deal. I didn't know nothin' about that shit. LOWE Here's the thing, Andrew, you see, we found four kilos in your trunk's tire compartment. So regardless of what you say right now, about not being involved or whatever, it doesn't mean shit. Because logically, four kilos hidden in your car makes you involved. Andy fidgets. He can feel hes being cornered in his own lies. VICKS Mr. DeMarzi, let's level with each other here. You're potentially in a giant pool of shit. (sarcastically smiles) But hey, I'll be honest with you. Inspector Lowe and I... we specialize in homicide, not drugs. That's what Narcotics does. But youve got to be honest with us... Andy sighs and leans back in his chair. Vicks (contd) We're just simply trying to get the straight story of why your buddy Chepe's skull was cracked all over the concrete curb, for what appears to be a murder. INT. Tabys Diner -- day Vincent picks up the envelope, opens it, begins to read through. He then stares intensely off into the distance as he crumbles up the letter, shaking his head. Holding the teddy bear tighter than ever, Shauna strokes its back, moving a bit of fluff from its spine. Vincent gazes adoringly at Shauna, but notices something where the fluff used to be, a small bit of dark metal peeks out. His expression immediately changes. He reaches across the table... VINCENT Sweetie, let me see your teddy bear for a second. Shauna loosens her grip, Vincent takes the bear from her. He picks away at the fluff surrounding the metal. His head shoots up, looks at her with an unmistakable dread. Inside the bear-- a .9mm Beretta cocked and loaded, the nozzle poking through. 000200000D22000132D7D1C,Vincent quickly points it down and away, underneath the table. His eyes begin to water, realizing how close he came to never meeting his daughter. VINCENT (CONTD) I need to get you somewhere safe. Shauna looks up at him, salty-faced. SHAUNA What about my mommy? Still shaken up, he finally looks back over at Shauna and touches her hand gently. VINCENT She's going to be fine. (gazes into her eyes) I promise. INT. HALL OF JUSTICE, INTERROGATION ROOM -- DAY Lowe casually throws his hands up and shrugs his shoulders. LOWE Now, see, there's all these loose ends that we can't quite get a grip on. For example, we're still just a bit confused of why the bathroom was all fucked up, as well as yourself. I mean, truthfully... (chuckles) ... you're a big motherfucker. One I'd expect to hold his own. Vicks Were not gonna lie to you about how this appears. Andy leans forward. ANDY Hey, this guy, Vincent, was-- LOWE Whoa, hold up there, chief... So you do know him? ANDY Nah, man. I-- LOWE Look! You said you entered, saw them fighting, and immediately jumped in on Chepe's behalf. (sarcasm) Did you guys just casually introduce yourselves before you decked him? ANDY I- I didn't-- Vicks tosses Vincent's expired license I.D., which is in a Zip-loc bag, onto the middle of the table. VICKS Is this the man you jacked up? Lowe closes his eyes, tilts his head back in frustration, sighs heavily. Andy leans in and looks down at the I.D.. ANDY (points at the I.D.) Yeah, that's that motherfucker! INT. SEEDY HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT Disoriented and roughed up, Vincent grabs the green duffel bag beside the bed, stumbles his way out... EXT. SEEDY HOTEL BALCONY - contiNUOUS Vincent explodes out of the room. Chepe tackles him from behind, they crash hard into the guardrail. Chepe Oh, you aint leavin this fiesta that easy, homes. Chepe throws a couple of hard rights. VICKS (V.O.) And you saw this man kill Chepe Luis Martinez? They lock up... VICKS (V.O. contd) You would be willing to testify to that under oath? ANDY (V.O.) Without a doubt, that's that cock-sucker. Vincent forces Chepe into the concrete wall. ANDY (V.O. CONTD) He threw him off the balcony, right outside the room. Chepe resists, they make their way back towards the guardrail again... Vincent lowers his shoulder, and uses their momentum to turn on Chepe. He lifts Chepe enough off the ground that once they connect with the guardrail, Chepe's legs go over the top. Vincent attempts to grab a hold of him, but cannot get a tight grip. Chepe plunges one full story. THE CURB BELOW Chepe lays on the edge of the curb, a pool of blood spilled from his head. Up at the guardrail, Vincents frozen face peers down. Vincent (lowly to himself) Shit. BACK AT THE BALCONY Vincent grabs the green duffel bag, dashes off. Andy comes flying out of the room, bloody and fuming. He begins unloading shots at Vincent, but misses as Vincent disappears, jetting out into the darkness of the streets. ANDY You motherfucker! Fuck!! Sirens quickly approach as Andy wipes blood from his face, staring off into Vincent's direction; the cool, dark streets. INT. HALL OF JUSTICE, INTERROGATION ROOM -- DAY Vicks rises from her seat, grabs the black binder and the I.D., and makes her exit. Irritated, Lowe follows behind her, gives Andy one last gawk on his way out. 0002000007ED00013FF37E7,ANdy (contd) Hey... when are you guys gonna let me smoke a fuckin-- The door slams. Quick cut to: door to INTERROGATION ROOM Hands resting up on his hips, Lowe is not pleased, but he tries to keep his voice at a reasonable volume... LOWE What the hell was that?? VICKS What was that? Vicks turns around, and bravely gapes back at him. VICKS (contd) That was getting exactly what we came here for. LOWE No, that was taking the easy route. That was not what we came here for. We're professionals, in case you forgot. We came here for details. For concrete fucking details! Lowe turns his back to her, frustrated. LOWE (contd) We're supposed to grill him for the details. Suck out the truth, and drain out the lies. (turns, faces her) You went from A to Z, and left out the whole damn alphabet. He once again turns away, frustrated. Vicks follows circles back around, and dauntlessly looks up at him. VICKS Well in case you've forgotten, we are also fucking partners. But you don't ever seem to wanna include me in on what's going on inside your head, James. (beat) You think it's easy for me?? If I don't take the initiative to do anything my way... She attempts to calm herself, unsuccessfully. VICKS (contd) ... then it's all done your way. And sorry to burst your precious little bubble, but that means it's not done the best it could be done! What do you expect me to do? Lowe is at a loss of words. VICKS (contd) Now if you're finished showing me the ropes, oh wise one... (beat) Get your shit. Well finish with DeMarzi later, but right now, we're ninety-eight to Cappelli's mothers. Drawing herself up tall and strong, Vicks storms off. Lowe stands astonished for a second. A slight expression of respect comes over his face. The ring of a door bell... INt. Mias apartment -- day Mia (o.s.) Coming, just a sec! Mia strolls over to the front door. Just out of the shower, shes in her robe, brushing her teeth. The door opens to reveal Vincent, Shauna shyly standing right beside him. 000200000813000147DA80D,Mia glances down at Shauna, confused. VINCENT Ma, there's somebody I'd like you to meet. Shauna, this is my mother, Mia. Ma, this is Shauna... (awkwardly pauses) Your beautiful granddaughter. Mia almost chokes, as she swallows toothpaste. Shauna immediately looks up at Vincent, eyes wide open. Vincent shamefacedly brings his attention down to her. VINCeNT (contd) I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I wish there was a better time to... (kneels down) ... More time to tell you about-- SHAUNA I... I already knew. Hes unsure of how to react. VINCENT Did- did Norah-- Your mom...? SHAUNA I could just tell. The way that my mommy used to talk about you. Vincent holds in a smile. Shauna (contd) And never stopped talking about you. A brief silence, until Mia breaks it. MIA Well, Vin, for Christ's sake, don't just stand out there. Come on. Mia escorts Shauna inside. She then puts her hand up to Vincent's chin as he follows, observing his battle wounds. MIA (contd) Vin, what on earth happened to your face? INT. FORD CROWN VICTORIA -- city streets -- moving -- day In the passenger seat, Vicks pages through the black binder. VICKS You know, Narcotics has had this guy Martinez for quite some time. He's been under surveillance for months. Lowe doesn't respond. VICKS (contd) Quite an impressive rap sheet. The guy's been in and out of custody since he first went to Juvy at fifteen. But I mean... Vicks shakes her head with amazement, continuing to flip through the black binder. VICKS (contd) ... they've got where he does business, how much he's been pushing, who he does business with, which might I add, are quite some characters by the looks of it. Vicks flips through to a rap sheet on one of Chepe's "associates". The picture shows an a rough looking Asian man in his mid-twenties. VICKS (contd) His Oakland connection was a suspect in a triple homicide in Long Beach back in 99. Never charged, but get this... (chuckles to herself) ... was said he supposedly acted alone, and no weapons were used. Natural born street fighter. 00020000082500014FE781F,She flips through to the next rap sheet. Lowe couldnt care less. VICKS (contd) How about this one. In and outta foster homes since he was twelve. Possession of narcotics. Fled court ordered rehabs close to a half-dozen times. Out of the corner of his eye, Lowe catches a glimpse of the mug shot. VICKS (contd) Was even referred to a psychiatric facility close to three years ago. Lowe snatches the binder... THE RAP SHEET: Has the name "Joseph Jordan Keening" printed on top. Lowe focuses in on the mug shot. His eyes broaden... EXT. MULLIGAN'S PUB, CITY STREET -- NIGHT -- FLASHBACK MONTAGE - Lowes POV: Vincent is taken away handcuffed by two SFPD officers. Lights flash in the background as Vincent is escorted towards the radio car. - Lowe, here a uniformed officer on scene, holds back Norah; who cries uncontrollably. - Lowe's POV: Joseph sits against the brick wall of the pub in absolute shock, with a numb, blank stare, as Vincent is escorted into the back of the radio car. ON A TELEVISION: A clip of LOONEY TUNES with WILE E. COYOTE and ROAD RUNNER. INT. Mias apartment, hallway -- day Vincent's hands are on gently placed up on Mia's arms. VINCENT I have no other choice. I'm in so deep at this point. If I don't... Vincent refrains from finishing, cautiously glances... IN THE LIVING ROOM Shauna quietly sits on the couch watching cartoons. In the Hallway Vincent looks back at Mia. VINCENT (contd) (quietly) If I don't, he'll kill her. (beat) I know it. Mia is speechless. INT. ford mustang hatchback -- day Parked aside a curb, Joseph sucks up a rail of crystal meth, which is parallel to three more sloppily arranged lines of equal size, resting atop a mirror set up on the cars middle console. Joseph jerks his head back, digs it into the headrest, takes a huge gasp of air. The thumping sound of Norah kicking in the trunk. Joseph shuts his eyes hard... Ext. Mulligans pub, city street -- night Joseph's POV: Will lands bottom-down onto the concrete after Vincent. Blood shoots out of his nose. INT. FORD MUSTANG HATCHBACK -- DAY 00020000089600015806890,Joseph swigs a flask, eyes still shut. Ext. Mulligans pub, city street -- night Joseph's POV: Norahs hand is extended, silently yelling for Vincent to stop the beating. INT. FORD MUSTANG HATCHBACK -- DAY Joseph ashes his cigarette, quickly brings it up to his mouth for a drag. His jaw clenches. He exhales smoke through his nostrils. Ext. Mulligans pub, city street -- night Joseph's POV: Will shakes his head, his hands in front of his face, begging for mercy. Vincent straddles him, his fist raised. INT. FORD MUSTANG HATCHBACK -- DAY A cigarette in one hand, Joseph snorts another line off the mirror. He shuts his eyes and thrusts his bead back up in pain, his nose begins bleeding. A LITTLE GIRL on a razor slowly passes by, a bit disturbed, unsure of what she just witnessed. Ext. Mulligans pub, city street -- night Josephs POV: Vincent rapidly and violently brings down right punches to Will in a fit of rage. INT. FORD MUSTANG HATCHBACK -- DAY Joseph swigs the flask, then takes another drag. Still bleeding, his nose twitches and his jaw clenches as he swallows hard. Ext. Mulligans pub, city street -- night Joseph's POV: Vincent rises from Will, after the brutal beating. He turns, makes direct eye contact with Joseph. INT. FORD MUSTANG HATCHBACK -- DAY Joseph opens his eyes. A deafening silence. He gasps, reintroducing himself to the present. He throws the car into reverse and carelessly screeches backwards, braking abruptly to a stop. Norah is thrown back hard in the trunk. He throws it into drive, revealing that he was parked directly in front of... EXT. Mulligans pub, city STREET The sign comes into plain view as Joseph hauls away. INT. MIAs APARTMENT, hallway -- day Mia explores any other alternative possible. MIA Vincent, there's got to be another option. Call the police. Tell them that... VINCENT Mom! Listen to me. (tension forms in his jaw) I can't. He's linked me to all these fuckin-- Mia gives him a stern, motherly look. He immediately pauses. VINCENT (contd) Look... (beat) I just can't. Trust me. Please trust me. In the LIVING ROOM -- momeNTS LATER Vincent squats down beside the couch. Shauna looks up at him. 00020000091C00016096916,SHAUNA Don't leave. (beat) I want you to stay close, so I'm safe. Vincent caresses her arm. VINCENT Sweetie, you are safe. My mom's gonna take good care of you while I go get your mommy. Shauna begins to tear up. SHAUNA You're gonna come right back though, right? VINCENT Quicker than you can say cotton candy. SHAUNA Cotton can-- VINCENT Uhp- See... I'm already back. See how quick I am? Shauna giggles. IN THE Hallway Mia observes the two. She smiles, knowing deep down inside that her Vincent has it in him to be a great father, but concern about whether hell have the opportunity to prove it. In THE Living room Vincent pulls Shauna close and hugs her tightly. She squeezes even tighter. VINCENT (whispers) Things are gonna be fine. Vincent sneaks the black velvet jewelry case into Shauna's jacket pocket. She doesn't notice. VINCENT (contd) (whispers) I promise. For the first time, Vincent appears serene. Fade to: INT. mias apartment, hallway -- MOMENTS LATER Vincent consults with Mia before taking off. Hes overwhelmed and scared, the green duffel bag at hand. VINCENT Please, just keep an eye on her. She's safest here. But listen... (beat) Lock your doors. All of them. If for any reason, any reason at all, anyone-- A knock on the front door. Mia and Vincent stare at each other for a moment. Mia quietly sneaks over and peeks through the peep-hole. She looks back at him with a worried expression. The doorbell rings. Vincent notices car keys on the hallway table. He glances over at the back-door in the kitchen, then back at Mia. Mia softly closes her eyes and nods her head. She slowly turns and takes a deep breath. She opens the front door. She is greeted by Lowe and Vicks... VICKS Hi, Mia Cappelli? (holds up her star) San Francisco Police Homicide Inspector Cynthia Vicks. This is my partner, Inspector Lowe. Lowe pulls the bottom part of his jacket aside, revealing the star on his belt. He nods his head politely. Lowe May we come in for a minute, ma'am? MIA Well, I guess. Is there- I hope there isn't a problem? The Inspectors enter, make their way across the hallway, towards the kitchen. They both notice Shauna on the couch. Vincent is nowhere to be seen. The Inspectors both glance back over at Mia, as she shuts the front door. VICKS Who's the little one? 000200000738000169AC732,Mia timidly avoids elaborating on her reply... MIA Oh, I watch my neighbor's little girl until she gets back from work during the week. She works days, and I work nights, so it plays out perfectly. Lowe peers down at his wristwatch. LOWE It's early. No school today? MIA She wasn't feeling so hot this afternoon. The three are silent for a moment. MIA (contd) (to Shauna) Heather, dear, say hello to the Inspectors... VICKS Vicks. Inspector Vicks. You can call me Cynthia though. And this is Inspector Lowe. Lowe shyly waves to Shauna. LOWE Hey, Heather. Hope you feel better. Shaunas unsure of whether or not to play along. MIA Heather... Shauna's POV: Mia winks from across the room. SHAUNA Thank you, sir. Mia smiles and nods her head proudly. VICKS Miss Cappelli, may we have a word in the kitchen, please? I promise we won't take too much of your time. We just have a few quick questions. Mia strolls past the Inspectors, towards the kitchen. MIA Sure. Is everything okay though? Would you like some coffee or somethin'? LOWE I'd love a cup. Thanks, ma'am. The Inspectors follow behind her, casually observing the apartment. In THE Kitchen Vicks has a seat at the kitchen table. VICKS Oh, no thank you. We just had a few questions about your son, Vincent. Lowe leans against the counter. Mia pours coffee grinds into the filter and places it in the machine. MIA What about? Haven't seen him in years, since he, well... since he went away. Mia pours water into the coffee pot from the sink. She transfers it over to the machine, then turns it on. VICKS Yes, we know all about that. And sorry to hear it. MIA (avoids eye contact) Don't be. You didn't beat anyone to death in a drunken fit. The Inspectors sense hostility and resentment in her tone. VICKS Anyway, were you aware that he was released Friday morning? 000200000B06000170DEB00,MIA No, I wasn't. I figured it was coming up soon though. Time just seems to blend to me these days. Its just like one giant routine, one day after the next. VICKS Well, were hoping you could help us. Has he at all tried to contact-- Mia quickly looks back over to Vicks. MIA Like I said, I haven't seen or talked to him in years. Dead silence. MIA (contd) I just... (looks down) I thought that I raised him better, you know? (smiles over at Lowe) Itll be ready in just a few, Inspector. INT. trunk of ford mustang hatchback - day Darkness. The muffled sound of Joseph on his phone... Joseph (O.S.) Yeah. (listens) My guy will be there in twenty minutes. (listens) Yeah, he goes by Vincent. (listens) Dont worry, hell be there. INT. ford mustang hatchback -- parking STRUCTURE -- continuous On his cell phone, Joseph takes a ticket from the machine at the entrance. Joseph (coNTD) Im not gonna leave you standing there holding your dick. (listens) He begins to make his way up the narrow, winding path... JOSEPH (CONTD) Hey, hey!! Do you have luscious tits and a tight, warm pussy? Huh?! (listens) A LEVEL ABOVE Joseph blows right through the juncture. JOSEPH (contd) Then stop making it out like Im trying to fuck you, alright?! (listens) A car pulls out of a spot up ahead. JoSEPH (contd) Hey, lets just remember whos doing who the favor, alright. (listens) Just be there in twenty. He flips his cell phone shut, and pulls into the open spot. Joseph (contd) Fuckin guy... Joseph turns off the ignition. Immediately, the sounds of Norah kicking in the trunk. He flips open his cell phone again and presses three numbers. It rings once, before answered by a POLICE OPERATOR. POLICE OPERATOR (O.S.) (on other line) 9-1-1, what's your emergency? Int. SOUPED-UP acura -- city street -- continuous HIP HOP MUSIC blares, bass pumping. Three young Asian men sit stopped at a traffic light: SEAN, a thin man in his early twenties with his cap tilted to the side is driving. SCOTT, one of the men that Vicks had a rap sheet on, is in the passenger seat. JAMIE, a long-haired man of about twenty-five sits in the back. Jamie passes a lit marijuana blunt up to Scott, who has just been hung up on by Joseph... Scott Fuckin guy... Sean How long he say? Scott Twenty. (takes a hit, holds in the smoke) Still dont know why the fuck hes sendin this fool to meet me there. Its dumb as shit. He exhales his huge hit and passes it over to Sean. The light turns green, they begin to accelerate. Sean Whatever, dude. If this guys hookin us up with as good of shit as he says it is for this price, then what the fuck... Sean switches gears while he takes a hit. Sean (contd) After whatever wack shit went down last night, Chepe obviously aint gonna be taking care of us no more. 000200000A1200017BDEA0C,Scott Well, this mothafucka better not just be jerkin us off. CLICK-- Scott pops a clip into his .9mm. Int. Mias apartment, kitchen -- day Vicks receives a call over her radio from a DISPATCHER. DISPATCHER (O.S.) (on other line) 5-Henry-13, we have a caller on the line, says he knows Vincent Cappelli. Vicks immediately makes her way out of the kitchen. A worried look comes over Mia, unable to hear the rest of their conversation clearly... IN THE HALLWAY Vicks continues to converse with the Dispatcher... DISPATCHER (O.S. contd) Caller wont leave his name, but says Cappelli told him where he was going about a half-hour ago. (beat) Copy? Vicks responds into her radio walkie-talkie. VICKS 10-4. Where did he say Cappelli's headed? DISPATCHER (O.S.) Caller says Cappellis 98 to a drug transaction in the Union Square MUNI station. Caller tried to talk him out of it, but says Cappelli was armed, and sounded irrational, like he was going to lose it. (beat) Copy? In the Kitchen Mia hands Lowe a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Lowe Oh, thank you maam. Appreciate it. Lowe cautiously takes a sip of the steaming cup. Mia sits down at the table. Lowe then notices through the window that the old Honda Accord that was parked out in the driveway isnt there anymore... LOWE Miss Cappelli... Where's your car? Ext. old honda accord, city street -- day Vincent pulls up, fitting into a parking spot on the side of the street. He puts it in park. INT. OLD HONDA ACCORD He unzips the green duffel bag; revealed are: six kilo bags of crystal meth and the .9mm Beretta. He unloads the clip, tosses it onto the passenger seat. He tucks the unloaded gun into the waistline of his jeans. INT. MIAs APARTMENT, kitchen -- day Lowe jumps up. LOWE Shit... Vicks sees his expression. She makes her way out front, continuing to converse with the Dispatcher. Lowe attempts to exit past Mia, but she grabs his arm... MIA Inspector. Lowe looks down at her. MIA (contd) Do you have any kids? He delays in responding, uncomfortable about the subject. LOWE I have a daughter. (beat) But... she-- MIA Then you know... that since the moment she was brought into this crazy world, that no matter what mistakes either of you've made, you will always do everything in your power to protect her. No matter what. Am I right? Without words, Lowe sympathetically nods. MIA (contd) Then you can excuse my sins this afternoon? LOWE Sins? MIA The conscious decision I've made between dishonesty and loyalty. Lowe is frozen. MIA (contd) 000200000A2B000185EAA25,I know you must, because you know. You know that no matter what my Vincent has done in the past, no matter what sins he's committed, I could never give up my flesh and blood. Mia looks directly into Lowe, eyebrows gently raised. MIA (contd) (whispers) Never. VICKS (o.s.) Hey, James, we gotta roll! Lowe locks eyes with Mia for one last moment. LOWE I'll do all I can to bring him in safely. (beat) You have my word. Lowe departs in a hurry. Mia closes her eyes with hope. Ext. OLD honda accord, city street -- day Vincent steps out, the green duffel bag at hand. He shuts the door behind, makes his way across the busy street to the... Top of UNION SQUARE MUNI STATION Crowds of people swarm the streets. Vincent disappears as he steps into the clutter, onto the lowering escalator. INT/ext. Ford crown victoria -- city streets -- moving -- day Sirens on, Lowe quickly cuts in and out of traffic. Vicks rides shotgun, on the police radio... VICKS 5-Henry-13. Code 33. 10-96 the area of Union Square MUNI station. Involved subjects are suspects in a homicide case. Narcotics and tactical units are already en route. Back-up units are to respond to the tactical command post on Powell and Market and are not to enter or take any action unless the suspect is seen exiting the premises. Suspect description to follow. Int. union square muni station -- day Vincent steps off of the escalator. Automated MUNI voice (V.O.) The N-train will approaching in... two minutes. Tourists to locals, children to the elderly, are everywhere. The heartbeat of the city can be heard from right here. PULL BACK-- At the top of the lowering escalator is Joseph, eying Vincent. Int./ext. Ford crown victoria -- city streets -- moving -- day Lowe weaves in and out between cars with complete control. LOWE Remember, we're taking him in unharmed. He cuts a hard left at one of the lights. The car fishtails and the tires screech, but he stays in control. VICKS We're taking this guy in the way he chooses to be taken. Lowe jerks his focus over at Vicks, still cruising through traffic. She catches his piercing gaze. VICKS (contd) And we'll hope that means unharmed. INT. union square muni station -- day A outbound train whips out from the tunnel, slows as it approaches the stop. Vincent attempts to normalize his breathing, but struggles. He hears a voice call from behind... Scott (o.s.) Hey, dog... Scott slowly approaches; he presents himself with no fear. Scott (contd) You Vincent? Vincent notices Sean and Jamie carefully watching Scotts back from a distance. They play it off. 000200000A1E0001900FA18,INT. TRUNK OF ford mustang hatchback -- day Dark. Tightly confined. Barely visible, Norah frantically kicks, attempting to break the trunks latch, using every ounce of strength to smash it. Int. Union square muni station -- day Vincents hand takes a brown paper bag from Scott, opens it up... Two thick, rolled-up wads of cash are inside. Scott Its all good, my man. Vincent looks up at Scott, who grins. He extends his hand to Vincent for a shake. Scott (contd) Maybe next time our boy wont stick us out like sore fuckin thumbs. Vincent (quietly) There wont be a next time. Vincent reluctantly extends his hand with an unpleasant expression. SEVERAL SNAPSHOTS-- Capture Vincent and Scott right as they shake hands... Scott has the green duffel bag at hand... Vincent with the brown paper bag. ON A DISTANT BENCH A NARCOTICS AGENT lowers his camera, speaks softly into the microphone in his jacket... Narcotics agent Hand to hand transaction complete. Lets do it. Just as Vincent and Scott part ways, a raspy, familiar voice from behind... Joseph (o.s.) Hey... mind if I see what your mommy packed you for lunch? Vincent turns back with a dead stare. An inbound N-Train approaches the stop, echoing loudly. Joseph snags the brown bag from Vincents hand, looks inside, then stuffs it in his jacket. Vincent tightens his fist into a ball. Joseph looks down at his wristwatch, then back up at Vincent. JoSEPH (contd) Pleasure working with you, partner. (smiles) Hope have a nice life in hell. Through the crowd... VICKS and Lowe (o.s.) Police!! The Inspectors barge through, equipped with bulletproof vests and guns drawn. Vicks (contd) Hands in the air!! Lowe Now!! Roberson and SEVERAL SWAT OFFICERS follow right behind. Int. outbound MUNI train -- moving A TEENAGED KID with large headphones on. His jaw drops, his eyes widen in shock. THROUGH THE CLOUDY WINDOW: Patrons silently scream and scatter in all directions. INT. UNION SQUARE MUNI STATION Vincent instantly reacts by grabbing Joseph, wrapping his forearm across his neck from behind. He pulls out the unloaded .9mm Beretta, presses it up to Josephs temple. VICKS Whoa, whoa, whoa!! The Inspectors and the officers pause in their forward motion, but keep their guns drawn. Vincent Stop right there! I mean it! The inbound N-Trains doors ring, indicating they are about to close. Vincent glances back. Int. Muni n-train Vincent drags Joseph through the front cars doors... Vincent and Joseph clunk into the corner. The MUNI DRIVER quickly jerks his attention back, through the glass. 0002000008D700019A278D1,Muni driver What the fuck?! Vincent (to MUNI driver) Drive this fucking train now, and dont stop, or bad shit is about to go down. The drivers eyes widen. MUNI DRIVER Oh, shit!! INT. UnION SQUARE Muni station Panicked, through the scattering crowd, Scott withdrawals back towards Jamie and Sean, until he is surprised by an OFFICER with his gun drawn. OFFICER Down!! On the ground!! Now!! Scott drops to the floor and throws his hands up, while... The Inspectors, Roberson and a SWAT officer quickly hop onto the second car of the N-train. The beeping doors shut. Int. Muni n-train The train jerks forward. Innocent PASSENGERS drop, several scream. Panic is in the air. Lowe raises his hand, signaling for nobody to make a move. LOWE Hold your positions! Hold your fire! He keeps his head locked on Vincent. INT. DRIVERS COCKPIT -- moving The MUNI driver frantically relays the message over the radio... MunI DRIVER Clear out all inbound trains from Union Square! We got a crazy mothafucka with a gun on board, and we aint stoppin! Int. Muni tunnel The N-Trains lights illuminate a path through the darkness as it whips through. INT. MUNI N-TRAIN -- moving Roberson tries to calm the chaos... ROBERSON (to everyone) Be cool, now... Everybody just stay calm... We don't want anybody here to get hurt. Joseph taunts Vincent... JOSEPH (whispers) He's lying. Hes itchin to put one in you. LOWE Mr. Cappelli, I'm Inspector James Lowe, San Francisco Police Homicide. Lowe carefully lowers one of his hands from his gun, reveals his star along his belt. LOWE (contd) Listen, we don't have to do this. Please, don't make things worse-- VINCENT I didn't do it. He made me do it. He fucking blackmailed me! JOSEPH (mouths to Vincent) Oh, now you've done it. Int. TRUNK OF ford mustang hatchback -- day Norah violently kicks at the latch. CLUNK- CLUNK- CLUNK- CLANK-- the trunk pops open. A burst of light breaks through the opening; she squints and shies away. She squirms and twists her feet to the edge of the opening. INT. PARKING STRUCTURE Norah's feet poke through the trunks opening. Her knees hit it open a bit wider. She shifts her weight and arches her back, sliding out. She hits the floor, rolls across the concrete... 0002000007E10001A2F87DB,A Jeep Grand Cherokee screeches, straight for her. It stops with just a few feet to spare. Int. Jeep grand cherokee The driver, an overweight, well-dressed, balding BUSINESSMAN in his late-forties, chokes on his cup of coffee. Int. parking STRUCTURE The Jeeps door swings open, he pops his head out. BUSINESSMAN Oh my god! Miss, are you alright?! He quickly wiggles his way over, shaken up. BUSINESSMAN (contd) I- I didn't even see y-- He notices that she is tied up and bound. BUSINESSMAN (contd) Holy Christ! He jumps back, his eyes shoot open. Int. Muni n-train -- moving -- day The inner lights flicker off for a second. Passengers gasp. VICKS Who? Who made you do what? Who... blackmailed you? Joseph still quietly taunts Vincent, barely moving his mouth; like a ventriloquist... JOSEPH (to Vincent) Here comes the icing. Vincent digs his gun into Joseph's temple. VINCENT He did! This son-of-a-bitch right here! Joseph plays dumb, displaying an act of fear and innocence. JOSEPH Please... I don't wanna die! Not like this! Please, God, no... Joseph lets his knees weaken, he drops a few inches. Vincent tightens his arm around Joseph's throat, pulls him back up. VINCENT He's lying! He's putting on an act! He-- LOWE Vincent!! Listen to me! I don't care. But there are innocent people around. Put the gun down, and we'll straighten this all out-- VINCENT Fuck that! Vincent wedges further into the corner, drags Joseph along. VINCENT (contd) I am NOT going back. Lowe cautiously moves in closer; one hand on his gun, the other still risen in the air. LOWE Now listen, Vincent, I'm simply here to neutralize this situation. I just want to get th-- Vincent cuts Lowe off, finishing his sentence. VINCENT The truth. Yeah... I know. Everyone always just wants the truth. (sighs) I wish honesty got me further, but right now... I'm losing hope in all that, amigo. It slaps Vincent of how much Joseph has gotten inside his head... hes even beginning to sound like him. 00020000077B0001AAD3775,Int. Parking STRUCTURE -- day The businessman helps pull Norah up to her feet. Urgency in her eyes, she attempts to yell through the tape. BUSINESSMAN Just- just hold on. This is gonna sting for a sec. He puts his fingers up to the corner of the tape. BUSINESSMAN (contd) Ready...? And a one, and a two, and a three... He rips the tape off of her face. NORAH Owww!! Shite!! The man jumps back, drops the tape and innocently throws his hands up. BUSINESSMAN I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! Norah clenches her jaw shut and closes her eyes, recovering from the sting. A red mark quickly appears across her mouth. Her eyes open and instantly water up. NORAH I'm fine, I'm okay! I'm... okay. Please, can you just help untie my wrists? Int. Muni n-train -- moving -- day The train hauls right past the next stop. Several PEOPLE waiting throw up their arms, pissed off and confused. VICKS Now listen, whatever's going on upstairs right now, whatever's going wrong in your... Offended, Vincent snaps at Vicks. VINCENT Oh, spare me! You have not the faintest fucking clue of what's going on upstairs right now. Taken back by Vincent's boldness, she has no response. JOSEPH (to Vincent) Thatta girl. Unleash some fire. Vincent digs the gun into Joseph's skull, and speaks lowly into his ear, grinding his teeth... VINCENT (to Joseph) I'm warning you. Keep your mouth shut, or I will spray your brains all over this fucking train. Lowe's POV: Vincent elevates in aggravation. Lowe notices him mouthing something to Joseph, but cannot hear what. LOWE Vincent. Vincent doesnt respond, but continues to mouth into Josephs ear. Lowe focuses in to lip-read what is being said between the two, but cannot make anything out clearly. LOWE (contd) Vincent!! Vincent quickly draws his attention back to Lowe. LOWE (contd) Let's not do this. It's only a recipe for disaster... Int. Parking STRUCTURE -- day 0002000008AE0001B2488A8,The businessman frantically pulls at the knot... BUSINESSMAN What happened? Who did this to you? Do you need help? Let me call somebody for you. NORAH Listen, I can't call anybody. Please, can you just tell me where we are? He succeeds in freeing her hands. The rope drops to the concrete. NORAH (contd) Where are we right now? What streets? Norah paces backwards, towards the car, rubbing her wrists in relief. She anxiously waits for an answer. BUSINESSMAN Uh, uhm-- NORAH Please?! BUSINESSMAN Uhm, right off Mission! Fourth and Mission! Norah hops into the Jeep. Businessman (contd) Hey!! The Jeep screeches back in reverse. He is left flailing his hands in the air. Int. Muni n-train -- moving -- day Lowe slowly lowers his gun, aiming it away from Vincent. LOWE Now officers... He raises one hand in the air, keeps pure focus on Vincent. Lowe (contd) ... I want you all to back up two steps, and hold your fire. Lowe gently places his gun onto the floor, then places that hand up in the air as well. Vicks rapidly switches her focus back and forth between Lowe and Vincent... VICKS James. James, what the fuck are you doing?! Lowe ignores her. He carefully steps forward, hands still raised. VICKS (contd) James! Lowe continues his steady stride. Vincent tenses, shrugs behind Joseph. His eyes rapidly scan all over, unsure of what Lowe is trying to pull; his heart pumping a mile a minute. VINCENT What are you doing?! Please, just stay right there! Look, I'm shaking right now! I- I don't know where else to go from here! Lowe ceases his stride at Vincent's request. Vincent (contd) Either way... I'm fucked. LOWE Let's not go there. Vincent and Lowe catch each other's eyes for a lengthy few seconds. Vincent gulps. VINCENT He's got her, man. JOSEPH (to Vincent) Uhp, I wouldn't do that... Int. Jeep grand cherokee -- city streets -- moving -- day Norah zips between cars like a maniac. AT INTERSECTION UP AHEAD Two police radio cars shoot through, sirens flashing. Norah speeds up and takes a hard right to follow. Ext. The embarcadero -- day The MUNI N-Train emerges from the underground tunnel, into broad daylight on the bay-side street, THE EMBARCADERO. 0002000009810001BAF097B,Int. Muni n-train -- the embarcadero -- moving -- day The Bay Bridge comes into view through the trains windows. The high-noon sun highlights Vincent sweating bullets... LOWE Okay, okay. Step by step. Who has who? Vincent hesitates in responding. JOSEPH (to Vincent) Fine. Do it. Tell the pig. Make the sacrifice. Be somebody. Vincent winds up... VINCENT This fuck-head!! He cracks Joseph upside the cheek with the base of the gun. Joseph's head jerks on impact, he begins to drop. Vincent tugs him back up, and presses the barrel back up to his head. Roberson Freeze!! All officers intensely readjust their aim at Vincent... with itchy trigger fingers. A MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN with glasses lays face-down, covering her ears and closing her eyes. The SWAT OFFICERs hands shake slightly while he keeps his aim. His eyes blink rapidly. Lowe quickly looks back, hands still raised. LOWE Hold your fire!! I repeat, dammit, hold fire!! VICKS James, I'm losing my patience here! LOWE (snaps back at Vicks) Keep your patience exactly where it is, Cynthia!! Vicks looks into Lowe. She breathes deeply and finally nods. Lowe focuses back over to Vincent. Blood has erupted from Josephs cheek. LOWE Now, who, Vincent? Who does he have? JOSEPH (to Vincent) It's her funeral. VINCENT Norah. Norah Duhamel. Vicks and Lowe instantaneously meet eyes. It mutually clicks upstairs. JOSEPH (to Vincent) Oh, you've done it now. Ext. Jeep GRAND CHEROKEE -- city streets -- moving -- day Nearing a red light, Norah whips around the corner, onto the Embarcadero. INT. JeeP GRAND CHEROKEE Through the drivers side-view mirror, the N-train quickly approaches from behind. Int. muni n-train -- moving -- DAY Lowe takes a step closer. VINCENT I can't do this. I'm not a criminal, man. I'm really not. Vincent shakes his head in frustration. VINCENT (contd) But no matter how you cut it, I know exactly where I'm gonna end up... He begins to water up, swallows once deeply. His eyes gently close. He lowers his gun from Joseph's head, takes a step back, and slowly lowers the gun to the floor. Lowe immediately jumps on the opportunity... LOWE Okay, okay, let's do this nice and easy, Vincent. I promise, we'll sort this all out. A THIN MAN on the ground gazes over with anticipation and curiosity. EXT. tHE EMBARCADERO Norah hops the Jeep up onto the MUNI tracks and brakes hard, stopping it dead on the tracks. 000200000AD50001C46BACF,Int. Muni n-train -- drivers cockpit -- moving The drivers eyes widen; he immediately pulls back on the throttle. EXT. MUNI N-Train -- moving The wheels let out a high-pitched squeal. Int. Muni n-train -- moving Just as Vincent gets down onto one knee, the abrupt change in speed sends everyone tumbling... Gasps. Screaming. Yelling. Ext. The embarcadero The N-Train comes to its final few yards to stop. As Norah races up, she sees several cops. Then Vincent comes into view, as he rises from his fall. NORAH Vin!! She runs even faster. Int. Muni n-train Norah frantically bangs on the window. Vincent turns to meet eyes with his love for the first time in almost ten years. Complete chaos. Bystanders gasp and shout. Guns pointed in all directions. LOWE Hold fire!! Without a hint of fear, Joseph, who is kneeled the floor, looks right through Vincent while Lowe attempts to calm the disorder... Joseph (to Vincent) You ready, partner? Lowe That's an order!! Joseph (to Vincent) Like I said... Lowe Hold fire!! Vincent and Joseph lock pupils. Joseph (to Vincent) Were in this together, amigo. Over the mayhem, Joseph pulls a gun from the inner pocket of his jacket and aims it at Vincent. Vincent freezes, his eyes go from oval to round. Ext. muni n-train Norah sees Joseph pull his gun. NORAH No!! Vin!! She pounds the window even harder. Int. MUNI N-train Lowe turns to see as well. He dives, slides across the floor. Gun aimed at Vincent, Joseph grins. Joseph You and me. POP-- Joseph fires a shot at Vincent. It hits him in the collarbone, spins him around. Lowe reaches his gun, grabs it. He looks up... Lowes POV: Joseph sets the guns barrel into his own mouth, a harsh, determined look in his eyes. Vincent desperately reaches to tug Josephs arm. Josephs finger begins to squeeze on the trigger. BOOM!... EXT. munI N-TRAIN Blood splatters across the window. A deafening silence... INT. MUNI N-tRAIN Joseph drops back, a giant hole through his neck. His arms flail as he hits the floor hard, his gun slides a few feet away. Vincent drops back onto the ground, bleeding. He attempts to lift his head and gasp for air, but struggles. EXT. MUNI N-TRAIN The doors beep, then open. The panicking cries of Norah flood in... NORAH (O.S.) No! Don't leave me, baby! Not again! Please...! VICKS (O.S.) Ma'am, please stay calm. We can't let you-- NORAH (O.S.) Get your fucking hands off me! I need to-- VICKS (O.S.) It's procedure, ma'am. You're not allowed... Their voices echo out. INT. MUNI N-TRAIN Vincent opens his eyes. Looks across to Joseph, who lies bloody on the floor right beside him. Vincents POV: A bizarre expression is on Josephs face, eyes wide open. Several feet march into view. NORAH (O.S.) 00020000070D0001CF3A707,Vin...!! Norahs cry echoes as Vincents head drops back to the floor. THROUGH VINCENTS EYES: As his eyelids close... fade to black: Silence, except for the constant, steady beat of a heart... On the fourth heartbeat... IN TOP LEFT QUARTER OF SCREEN - - a televised helicopter aerial view of the chaos that just took place. The muffled sound of the helicopter fades in. On cue with another heartbeat... IN BOTTOM RIGHT QUARTER OF SCREEN - - a KRON 4 NEWS REPORTER on scene. Several other news teams and photographers are in the background gathering footage for coverage. KRON 4 NEWS REPORTER Ugly scene down at the heart of downtown this afternoon. No official statement... On cue with another heartbeat... IN BOTTOM LEFT QUARTER OF SCREEN - - the sound of several police sirens and ambulances rush in as a KPIX 5 camera catches footage of Vincent on a stretcher. He is guided into the back of an ambulance by Lowe and TWO PARAMEDICS. KPIX 5 NEWS REPORTER (o.s.) ... has been released yet, but some sources say that the standoff involving... On cue with another heartbeat... IN TOP RIGHT QUARTER OF SCREEN - - a KTVU news camera catches TWO MORE PARAMEDICS kneeled over, working on Joseph. The footage is obstructed by SEVERAL COPS ON SCENE. Ktvu news reporter ... several armed men and the San Francisco Police Department was drug related. QUick cut to: A snowy, STATIC TELEVISION SCREEN The obnoxious, crumpling static sound slowly fades out. VINCENT (v.o.) It definitely wasnt how I planned the last decade of my life. But like I said... Fade to: Int. MiAS APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM -- day Shauna opens up the black velvet case... sees the classic solitaire engagement ring. Vincent (v.o. Contd) ... love makes you do crazy things. She looks up with a bewildered expression. 0002000009460001D641940,Int. County prison, cell -- DAY Prison doors open in front of Vincent, in his orange jumpsuit. fade to: Int. Back of Ambulance -- moving -- day Shaky movements. Vincent lies on a stretcher, struggling to breath. Vincent (v.o. Contd) Kill, steal, cry... Norah grips his hand tightly. Vincent (V.O. contd) Stay, go... She gazes into him with her bright, green eyes. Vincent (v.o. Contd) Take a chance... Int. County prison, cell area -- DAY Vincent and a OLDER GUARD make their way down the cell area. Inmates are rowdy and crude. Fade to: Ext. the embarcadero, San Francisco -- day Joseph lies on a stretcher; dead. Vincent (v.o. Contd) Hurt, heal, risk... His face is covered up with a white sheet. Vincent (v.o. Contd) Delude. Int. County prison, hallway -- DAY Vincent is escorted by the guard through the blank hallway. Fade tO: Int. Back of Ambulance -- moving -- day On the stretcher, Vincents eyes slowly become weaker. Vincent (V.O. contd) Its different for everyone I guess... He stares straight up, his mouth shut tightly. Rising above the pain, his jaw muscles flex. fade to: INT. HALL OF JUSTICE, homicide detail -- night The desk light is on. Below is a old, framed picture of Lowe at a ball-game with his twelve-year old daughter, REBECCA. Lowe looks several years younger... and happier. Vincent (v.o. Contd) ... but for it to just disappear... Beside is a Happy Sweet Sixteen card to Rebecca, signed at the bottom with: All my love, Pops. Vincent (v.o. Contd) ... vanish without a trace... fade to: Int. Back of Ambulance -- moving -- day Vincents eyes are still. Vincent (V.o. Contd) ... never. A FEMALE PARAMEDIC begins pumping his chest-- performing CPR. Vincent (V.O. contd) Thats just ludicrous. Floating away from the moving ambulance, it continues hauling down the freeway... High above the Bay, ferries and yachts appear like toy boats. Slowly ascending from San Francisco, hovering over the Bay Bridge, the city has never looked so peaceful... Focus over to the sun, masked by thin clouds... Judge (V.O.) Mr. Cappelli... MATCH CUT TO: Int. CourtROOM -- morning The image of the sun disappears with the blink of one of Vincents sky blue eye. His attention broken by the JUDGE... Judge (CONTD) ... how do you plead? A deep gulp. Vincents mouth begins to open... Cut to black. 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