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Int. Office
 A man sits behind a desk. The room is smokey and dimly lit. The man is only known as THE DETECTIVE. He sits casually, smoking a cigarette, looking offwards.
Detective (V.O):

Every man is made of glass………every man can be shattered once, never to be put back together again. That's the crummy part of life. Once you're shattered, there's no hope of going back. I've been shattered for years. Before I got into this detective business, I was still a beautiful glass sculpture, being molded and shaped. And then it happened…

I shattered.

Some are shattered by drugs, or alcohol….not me. What shattered me was a beautiful woman….
Crossfade with
The face of Sarah imposed on the side with a close up of the side of the detective's face, who continues to be suspended in thought.
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)

Sarah, was her name.

The fact that she existed wasn't what caused it. That was what kept me molded. 
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Sarah as she paints an interesting painting. The Detective walks behind her, delicately putting his hands on her shoulders and kisses her on the cheek. She looks at him and smears a paint covered hand on his cheek. He looks surprised and dips his hand in paint as well, smearing her face with it. She pushes him away playfully and they get into a cute tussle, ending up with her kissing him deeply and passionately.
DETECTIVE  (V.O.) (CONT'D)

The thought of a bright bright future with eachother, living in a decent home, while she makes her money selling her paintings..

CROSSFade to:
The detective playing the saxophone in a jazz club. Sarah watches in the front row, smiling happily. A sweaty drenched detective notices her and raises a seductive eyebrow, bursting into a climatic solo, much to Sarah's delight.
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)

 While I make money playing in a jazz band.
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Ext. Streets of downtown city. Night.
The Detective and Sarah walk briskly down the street holding hands.
DETECTIVE (V.O.) 

 We were happy.
Then it happened.
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INT. SLEAZY apartment. Night
A door opening up revealing Sarah and another guy in bed. The shadow of the detective is seen in front of the light protruding from outside. Close up of the detective's face. A glass shatters to the floor.
DETECTIVE (V.O.) 

Another man. The damn whore. She used me. She needed an excuse to move to Chicago, to get away from her parents. Her parents loved me, thought I was good for her. But what she really wanted was this sleazy scumbag.
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EXT. Night. streets of Downtown city.
Sarah puts her hands on the chest of her secret lover as he leans against a wall.
DETECTIVE (V.O.) 

A drug dealer, a compulsive gambler. A loser. Her High…
Their lips about to touch
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
School…
Lips touching
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Sweetheart.
Lips kissing
Their hands clasp together, as they walk down the same exact street that Sarah and The Detective walked down before
DETECTIVE (V.O) (CONT'D)
Her parents hated him. For good reason too. Left her all alone at her senior prom because he was too drunk to even get out of the car to take her in. She told me about him. She never told me she was still in love with him…
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INT. DETECtive's office.
The detective sits behind his desk. He gets, moving towards the nearby window.
DETECTIVE (V.O.)

That's when I shattered and moved back here. I studied law and found my refuge through it. It kept my mind off of the past. But nights like this, when I'm sitting in my office, isolated from the crooks, the murderers, the whores, the pimps…..I think about her.
The detective moves to the window and peeks outside.
DETECTIVE  (V.O.) (CONT'D)

She took my heart…..and will always have it.
Detective moves back and pulls a cigarette out of his pocket. 
DETECTIVE  (V.O.) (CONT'D)

When you're shattered, you no longer have a true goal to reach. You do things jus' for the hell of it. This detective job…..I could care less about who gets murdered and who gets caught. 
He goes and lights a match. The detective stares, transfixed on the withering match.
DETECTIVE  (V.O.) (CONT'D)

Let all of the suckers of this God forsaken city burn for all I care. I'll light the match that starts the fire myself. Just let them provide their fuel….
	Detective takes one drag out of his cigarette
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)

But it keeps me occupied. Maybe through this I feel like I'm making myself into something better than her. I wanted to be better then her.
The detective puts his cigarette in an ashtray then turns slowly and fixes himself a drink, but only a small drink. He swirls the drink around in its cup watching it with a thoughtful eye before taking a sip out of it and looking back at his case file.
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)

To succumb to alcohol and become a drunk stumbling shell of myself would have made me less then her. I wanted to go through life knowing that I stood for something. Maybe I could pick up some pieces along the way. But a shattered sculpture that is glued back together is just shards of pieces glued together to resemble what it was before. ..
But the past can't be dwelled on. I got a murderer to catch.
EXT. crime scene
The detective is there looking down at a dead body, a red ribbon tied upon its neck.
DETECTIVE (V.O.)
The red ribbon murderer. I've been on his trail for months. He leaves a red ribbon with a clue attached to it, addressed to me personally.
The detective reaches down and pulls it off, reading the message that comes with it. 
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Funny, red is my favorite color.
It says " Three behind the Warehouse. A saxophone player will die there."

DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)

"three behind the warehouse. A saxophone player dies there."

Easiest clue yet. They've been getting easier lately. He's either getting lazy…
	Detective walks back up the street with the ribbon in hand.
DETECTIVE(V.O.) (CONT'D)
Getting bored…
The detective gets in the car and closes the door.
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Or he wants to be caught.
The Detective takes a drink of his wine. He finishes it off and sets the wine glass next to a gun.
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
If he doesn't go down like good wine….I got a bullet for his skull.
The detective puts on his suspenders, ties his tie, looks at his watch and see's that it's 2:30. He throws his coat on and grabs his gun.
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)

Sure, the powers that be don't like having to deal with the paperwork when I kill someone….but if I have an excuse, I will kill whenever I have too.

The detective gets in his car and drives off. Camera lingers and zooms in slowly on a bicycle.
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
It used to bother me to kill. Back when she was in my life. But killing is like riding a bike. As soon as ya get the hang of it, it kind of gets fun. Except you don't want to tell people that.

EXT. warehouse willie's.
The Detective parks his car outside of the front of the building. 
DETECTIVE (V.O.) 
Warehouse Willie's. Great food. I recommend the potato soup. There's going to be a murder here, unless I can stop it.

A man with a saxophone walks out and stands outside. 
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Man walking out the backdoor of Warehouse Willie's.  Saxophone in hand. The victim.
Another man walking fast is visible, approaching the alleyway with his hands in his pockets
DETECTIVE(V.O.) (CONT'D)
There's another man walking rather fast toward the alley.
The detective watches and gets out of his car.
DETECTIVE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Time to go to work.
The man walking fast walks into the alley. The saxophone player watching the man walk towards him
DETECTIVE (CONT'D)
Freeze.
-The man stops in his tracks and puts his hands up. Suddenly a gunshot is heard. The man with his hands up falls to the ground. Detective is surprised and points the gun at the saxophone player who is pointing a gun at the detective, his identity still skewed by a fedora hat.-
	DETECTIVE (CONT'D)

Put down your weapon now!

WOMAN'S VOICE:
Why should I….when you didn't.
The detective hesitates
DETECTIVE
Sarah…?
The saxophone player walks into the light. It is Sarah.
Sarah
Two years with you, James……I knew what you were trying to do. Gonna 1 up me were ya? Yeah I used ya…jus like I used everybody. I'm a determined woman and I'm goin' to get what I want. So I found you, all standin' there that night at Jackie's club….tryin' to look suave, but too nice and shy to whistle at the dames like the othas. You were perfect for my parents…
DETECTIVE
I loved you…
Sarah
(Laughing)
	Of course ya did. I gave ya everythin' ya wanted….and what did ya go an' do once ya found out that I was nothin' but a liar and a cheata'? You won't tell anyone that will ya?
	DETECTIVE

	It doesn't matter.
SARAH

IT DOES. IT DOES MATTER! I gave you love, James. I broke ya heart. You shoulda protected yourself more…..that's your fault. You didn't have to do what you did…….ya shot him James. Twice in the chest….one in the head…… Did that kill the pain, James
DETECTIVE

You know it didn't Sarah…
SARAH

Ya……of course it didn't…it never does….
DETECTIVE

Then what are you doing?
SARAH

You broke me down like I broke you down. You wanted to take everything good away from me. Ya shoulda killed me instead!! I want you to do what you shoulda done that night. You should've killed me, James. You should've just killed me. I don't wanna live in a world without anything anymore! I don't have anything. NOTHING!
The detective drops his gun and goes to hug Sarah
Detective

I'll be here for ya. Ya still got me, darling, you always have. Just stay here with me. We'll rebuild what we should've had. I don't have anything neither, Sarah. All I have is you and the memories we made, before. Let's jus....
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A gunshot is heard. Another gunshot is heard. The detective looks surprised. He looks at Sarah. Sarah is crying. The detective backs up and looks at his stomach. He looks back up at Sarah. He gives off a slight smirk, shakes his head as if he's been told a 'so bad, it's good.' joke. He shoots Sarah. Sarah reacts and stumbles against the wall,slipping down it dead. He stumbles over and falls against the wall, slipping down next to her. He grabs the saxophone from around her neck and starts playing.-
DETECTIVE  (V.O.)
There's always going to be parts of the story that the storyteller leaves out to gather more sympathy towards it's central character. You don't think Robin Hood might have had a drinking problem? Maybe King Arthur was a homosexual. It's all left out so that the person can get you to root for them.
Fitting end. Two people shattered eachother. But in the end, the bitch still got the one up on me.
Maybe I did kill Sarah's high school sweetheart. I did pin him for a murder he didn't commit, then murdered him in his jail cell. I planted evidence and did wrong. I didn't want to tell ya that. A shattered statue can only be shattered once. What remains is the pieces. What does that make death?
-Broken glass lays on the ground while the detective continues to play the saxophone. The winds blows softly, causing dirt and dust to fly over it.-
DETECTIVE (CONT'D)

Quite frankly, when death comes to take me…..it won't matter a damn bit.
I'll just turn into sand…
And scatter.
-	Cut to black.-
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