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PURGATORY PART II EXT. CITYSCAPE - NIGHT The moon is high now, and sirens sound off in the distance, just faintly. The camera PANS DOWN and we see a sole car zooming down a main street. The camera follows the car until its static red rear lights have all but disappeared into the city. INT. BYRON'S CAR - NIGHT Byron is driving, silently, with Alexis, unconscious, riding in the passenger seat. Veronica is sitting in the back, watching the buildings fly by. BYRON (V.O.) (looks over at Alexis) How long has it been? No more than twelve hours since it began. Twelve? Christ, I've lived a hundred centuries already. Purgatory... (pause) Alexis. The angel of Purgatory. The whitest angel. There was blood on her brow. But she was asleep. I need help...and I know who can give it. INT. PRECINCT HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT Felix Myers is walking down the very empty configurations of desks at the police headquarters, and his face is very screwed up and seems to be in a state of confusion. A police officer doing some paper work looks up at Felix as he passes and nods. OFFICER Myers, the boss told me to tell you to check your desk when you got in. It's about some new case you're on or something. FELIX Thanks Jake. (beat) Hey, do you know if the forensics guys have finished up? OFFICER Uh, not sure. You'd have to call them up. FELIX Alright, thanks. Felix makes his way to his desk and sits down. There's a paperwork cluttered on his desk, and when he picks it up and starts reading, we can hear the boss' voice overtop. BOSS (O.S.) Felix. I don't know if you've found anything new, but I've got off the phone with my superiors. We've got a witness Felix. Claims he saw everything. And Veronica is public enemy number one. We have him in protective custody. Talk to him. We've got to find her. Find Reynolds, find Veronica. And we've found our murderer. Felix finishes the note and crumples it up in his fist. He knows something is wrong, but he can't figure out what. He gets up off his desk again and rushes over to the other officer. FELIX Hey! Do you know where this witness is being kept? OFFICER Which one? FELIX The case, the new one. OFFICER Oh...uh. Yeah, hold on a sec. (looks through drawer and pulls out a piece of paper) That's the address. We've got a detail there watching his premises. FELIX Thanks a lot. Felix takes the piece of paper and is hurrying out of the Police department. CUT TO: EXT. PRECINCT HEADQUARTERS - SECONDS LATER Felix is just racing down the steps of the building when he reaches into his holster and pulls out his gun. He knows something is wrong and needs to get to the bottom of it. However, just as he does this, his phone rings. Cautiously he reaches for it. FELIX Hello?! BYRON (O.S.) Felix. Are you being careful? FELIX ...Byron. Sir, why are you calling me? BYRON (O.S.) I need your help. Big time. There's...something on the mega scale being riled up. And I need your help. FELIX (with mixed feelings) I'm heading down to an address right now. Apparently...there was a witness to the murder, and they've got him locked down. BYRON (O.S.) Any idea who the snitch is accusing? FELIX No. No, I don't know yet. (beat) Where are you? BYRON (O.S.) To your right, across the street. Felix looks and we see that Byron is waving to him from his car on the other side. FELIX You spying on me, sir? What do you need? BYRON (O.S.) Asylum. FELIX (confused) I don't get it. BYRON (O.S.) I'll explain later. Do you have a safe place that we can go? FELIX I think so. BYRON (O.S.) I'll follow you there. Byron hangs up, leaving Felix staring rather stupidly at the car. He doesn't know what he's getting into, but hops into his car and drives off. Byron is right behind him. EXT. RURAL ROAD - NIGHT The two cars finally come to a stop. Felix gets out of his car first, followed by Veronica and then Byron, who lifts Alexis out of the back seat (still unconscious). FELIX (looks at Veronica and Alexis) Do I need to ask? BYRON Felix, this is Veronica Goudreau. And this...is Alexis Rosochev. FELIX ...shit. INT. FELIX'S RESIDENCE - NIGHT Byron puts Alexis down on one of the couches, and wipes at her brow with a wet cloth supplied by Felix, who sits down opposite in a rocking chair. Veronica is comfortably perched on the sofa. FELIX (frowning) So we have a gangland leader murderer and an a teenage Russian mafia punk. (beat) Whose next? BYRON Peter Cottontail and a leprechaun. (beat) You know as well as I whoever pegged Isaac has some serious Asian influence. You get the report from the morgue? FELIX They didn't have it yet. BYRON Hm. VERONICA (with lethal intent) You must think you're pretty damn special to assume the nature of people just by looking. FELIX I've had practice. (beat, then to Byron) But I agree with you, Mr. Byron. I got another look at that cut. And unless Mrs. Goudreau has any experience with a sword- VERONICA (pulls out her Rapier) I have experience, Felix. Just not the stabbing kind. (beat) Isn't Felix like a cat? You remind me of a cat. BYRON Enough. FELIX (looks away from Veronica) Why did you call me? BYRON Because I know I can trust you. You're not a total asshole, and you have something like a conscience. (beat) Whoever was taking out Isaac...well, like I said before...I'm not putting Alexis out of the picture. Not yet. FELIX (looks disdainfully at Veronica...he doesn't like her) Then why is the blame pointing at....her? VERONICA I'm a good scapegoat. In fact, I'm perfect. I got a bad reputation, Felix...especially with relationships. FELIX I believe you. What happened to the little one? BYRON There's way more to this than meets the eye, Lieutenant. She was jumped before I could get to her. They were pretty serious. And they were Hannibal's. FELIX What? VERONICA The mark of a Raven. Oooohh! That's pretty pathetical too, isn't it Byron? Like omen's and stuff. Hannibal and his flock of Ravens, but you showed them good, didn't you? BYRON It's...prophetical, Ron. (beat, back to Felix) I had to deal with them. FELIX And? VERONICA (alludes to the body) You pile-drived him good. You're not much for conversation or sympathy or sensibility but you're handy in a fight. (beat) It was a cereal hit. Snap, crackle, pop. BYRON (distastefully) There's a...an issue sitting in my car. His neck isn't attached to his head anymore. FELIX (realizes he's in deep) SHIT!! Oh...fuck me. What have you gotten me into, sir? Shit, shit!! You killed him... BYRON I had too, don't worry. It's not gonna leave a smudge on any record, yours or mine, so calm down. (pause) The real issue is...why is Hannibal sending his stooges to make porridge of his daughter Goldilocks there? FELIX (ignores the reference to the Three Bears) ...uh. That's...interesting. What do you want me to do about it? BYRON I want you to keep Alexis here and outta the way of our unknown sword fighter. Did you get any further leads? FELIX On the case, actually no. It's fairly well sealed up. Which is strange, I agree. But not...not as strange as what you're telling me about the Tenyeh. (beat) It wouldn't make any sense. First we have the sword guy taking out Isaac...but why the Tenyeh taking out Alexis? BYRON That's the million dollar question. (beat) You mentioned uh...witness? FELIX Right. Some guy, that's all I know. BYRON We'll do this thing, in the morning. Right now I think we all need to get some rest. FELIX If the Boss- BYRON Don't worry about the Boss. Just worry about me.. VERONICA How comforting. FELIX You trust her, sir? Shit! This is too deep! For all we know maybe she has a katana down her pant leg. I think, sir, it would be best to take her downtown- VERONICA Screw you! Hahah! You even try and touch me, copper, and that'll be the end. So keep your hands to yourself...and I'll do the same. BYRON (sighs) I trust her. VERONICA (teasing) Just like the old days, huh? BYRON Just like. (pause) You two...bury the body alright? FELIX Oh geez.. (beat) I'm..crazy....I'm crazy....I'm crazy. Byron leans over Alexis, wondering. Veronica is about to say something to Byron in reference to Felix who is losing his mind over the events, but doesn't. As the two go outside, Byron takes a seat on the chair opposite her and puts a gun on his lap. BYRON I'll sleep here. After awhile we hear another voice, Veronica's, reiterating in his mind while he looks on at Alexis. VERONICA (O.S.)(FLASHBACK) There's a war on, Wally...its just starting, like the calm before a shit-storm. Can't you feel it? No one's getting outta this...we're all gonna burn. CUT TO: INT. FELIX'S RESIDENCE - MORNING Byron is sleeping, and as we fade in, we see that someone is about to smack him with a piece of firewood. He wakes up quick enough and grabs the piece of wood, and ends up hurling it away. The wielder of the piece of wood is a frightened Alexis, who falls back onto the floor. ALEXIS (scared) What the hell is going on? Who the hell are you?? BYRON (awkwardly) Hey! Hey...calm down...it's okay. ALEXIS It is NOT okay!!! The shot moves to a wide-frame where only the voice-over can be heard, but Alexis is fighting back with her fists and nails, trying to escape. BYRON (V.O.) It took me a half-hour and some rude insults to settle her down enough to get my story in and hers out. I hate swearing at a woman, but I didn't have an excess of time on my hands. She took it better than I thought. But she didn't have much to say....which was bad for me. INT. FELIX'S PORCH - LATER Alexis has a bandage across her forehead and is wrapped up in a brown blanket, crouched up on the wooden bench. She looks still very shocked and upset. Byron is sitting next to her on a stool. Veronica is in the other room. ALEXIS (whispering) So you were following me... BYRON I found you at Escobars. It took me awhile, but I found you at last. I have to say, I'd have been happier if you'd chosen another location. ALEXIS (smiles weakly) My friend Carmanah likes it there. Her boyfriend is the bartender, so we get free drinks sometimes. BYRON Did you know these people that attacked you? ALEXIS (hesitantly) ...yeah. A couple of 'em are my brother's friends. Or...I guess. I...I just...I've known a few of them since I was like 5! And..they...just.. Alexis rubs her head. BYRON ..do you know why they were after you? (Alexis shakes her head) They were the Tenyeh Talycheeks, weren't they? ALEXIS (looks up in surprise) How could you know that... BYRON (lights another cigarette) I'm a cop. Every cop knows your father's shadow boys. (beat) What beats me is why they took after you. They take orders from you know who, so it doesn't make sense. Alexis lowers her eyes painfully. BYRON (CONT'D) There's something wrong... ALEXIS You're telling me..heh. What...what happened? I mean...I...I lost it or something. What happened to..them? BYRON (tentatively) I scared them off. ALEXIS ...and you took me.. BYRON (licks his lips) I've been following you, Alex...against the better judgement of my bosses. I got...a bad feeling last night, y'know. I uh...get it sometimes, just like heartburn. (beat) You're more at risk... ALEXIS ...more at risk? Than what? I'm...I'm a Rosochev. My father ... BYRON Bingo. But your father can't protect you, not all the time...I think we've pretty well proved that. (beat, as he becomes uncomfortable) ...do you know where your brother is? ALEXIS Isaac. I dunno. He could be with his girlfriend. I haven't met her. BYRON (sinks his head into his hands) Ahhh. I don't...I don't even...know...how the hell I'm supposed to do this. (pause) I can't even...begin, to imagine how you say something... ALEXIS (gets the feel that something is very wrong) ....what... BYRON (looks up slowly) Your brother, Alexis. I..I....I saw him...last night. (pause) Listen, there's...fuck...there's something you have to know. And...all I can do is..say it... ALEXIS (feels very uncomfortable) ...what...what.... BYRON He's...he's dead. There is a long silence between the two of them. Alexis keeps her emotions bottled up, but they begin to show on her face in grievous lines. ALEXIS (firmly) You're a liar. I...no, I...you're a liar. BYRON I wish I was Alexis. This..one time...this only time....I wish I was. ALEXIS ...I don't believe you. It's not...it's not real, you- BYRON I'm...so...sorry, Alexis. ALEXIS (bits her lip hard) How...how..did....? BYRON We're looking for the guy that did it. ALEXIS I asked how!! BYRON ...he was stabbed. Alexis stands up, arms crossed, and makes her way to the fireplace in the corner. ALEXIS (after a long pause) I guess I oughta thank you. For..saving my life and stuff. That's cheesy, but whatever. There's a pregnant pause between the two. BYRON There's something really wrong here, Alexis. I don't why the Tenyeh were after you....but I want you to stay here while I figure it out. ALEXIS I wanna go home. BYRON I know. But I can't take that risk, okay? ALEXIS (suddenly vicious) You can't keep me here! Are you abducting me or what? Don't even answer! I wanna go home, that's all! BYRON If your father...sent the- ALEXIS Why would he do that!!? BYRON I don't know, but- ALEXIS (gnaws on her lower lip) ....he wouldn't. That's just so stupid it's not even-. I wanna go... BYRON (shakes his head) I have to talk to a man about something. Then...I'll come back. We'll see what happens. ALEXIS You're not even supposed to know me! BYRON I gotta go. Byron heads inside and sees Veronica standing in the doorway. BYRON (CONT'D) You should um.... (beat) You guys have something in common. She'll be...glad to see you, I think. Please, Veronica.... VERONICA Don't worry about her. She smiles and heads out. Felix is there as well. BYRON Let's go pay this witness a visit. EXT. RURAL ROAD - MORNING Felix gets his car keys out. FELIX Geeezus Christ, sir. I'm having trouble dealing with this. This thing is...getting out of control. And nothing is making sense anymore. BYRON (with a grin/grimace) Welcome to my world. FELIX You mean Purgatory. BYRON I mean my world. Felix is driving and slips into the driver seat, while Byron takes the passenger seat with a grin. EXT. PURGATORY STREETS - MORNING Felix's car burns down Purgatory. Byron has his window down with his arm out the window. EXT. CURBSIDE - MORNING The car parks on the curb with a squeal of breaks, and the two of them get out. EXT. WITNESS PROTECTION HOUSE - LATER THAT MORNING In front of the house is a constant patrol of police officers, moving back and forth across the lawn. Byron and Felix get out a block away and sneak up to the residence. BYRON This is the place? FELIX It's the address. How are we getting in? BYRON The old-fashioned way. Follow me. Before Felix can protest, Byron is heading towards the door. The cop on duty doesn't recognize him, and points his gun in his direction. But before he can even react, Byron slaps away the gun and does a back-roundhouse kick that sends the policeman scattering to the ground. The other policeman is right there and jumps at Byron, punching him in the face. Byron takes the first hit, and ducks the second. With a crushing blow of his knee he jumps up with incredible vigor and knocks the second one out. Felix comes up, his hands on his head. FELIX (with an almost vacant expresson) ....old fashioned. BYRON They don't know who hit them. Stop worrying about your moral prejudices...they don't have any value here. FELIX (completely insane) You're crazy... BYRON (grins) Only half-crazy. C'mon... INT. WITNESS PROTECTION HOUSE - MORNING Felix and Byron are moving through the house, quietly, when they come to the living room. A man with a paper bag over his head is watching Johnny Mnemonic. Byron takes out his gun and approaches carefully. BYRON Stand up. The Bagman continues to watch. BYRON (CONT'D) Stand up, now. I won't ask three times in a row. The Bagman seems to notice that Byron is behind him finally, and then, after a minute, stands up slowly. He has an eerie paper bag over his head. BYRON (CONT'D) That's better. Myers, shut those blinds please. (beat) Who are you? This time, I'm only asking once. The Bagman doesn't say anything. Byron cocks his Beretta. The Bagman suddenly feels like talking. BAGMAN Who are you? BYRON I'm asking the questions. BAGMAN Most of my friends call me Frankie. You can call me whatever you like. BYRON Frankie will do. So, Frankie. You saw something last night I'm told. Well, I wanna hear it from you. FRANKIE (hesitates) You're obviously talking about the murder on Fifth and Wesson. There isn't anything else that I've seen last night...worthy enough for this intrusion. (pause) Why do you care what I saw? FELIX We're a bunch of curious cats. FRANKIE (sits down again) I saw a beautiful woman with black hair. FELIX Bull. You saw something else. Start talking. Frankie doesn't speak. BYRON I'm sick...and tired...of people wasting my time. It wasn't a beautiful woman, Frankie. Try and remember now. FRANKIE It was. BYRON (points the gun at Frankie) No...it wasn't. FRANKIE There is no other? BYRON I'm pretty sure there is, and I'm even more sure that you know him. FRANKIE (changes) Hell will freeze over before you find him. BYRON Hell is frozen over. Mythologically, anyway. The Ninth Bolgia and the last level of Hell. (beat) What's the matter with people these days, huh? Doesn't anybody read anymore? (beat) The rest of Hell is symbolized by fire, but at the very bottom, it's so cold your eyes freeze open. My conscience would tell me that's..."convenient", because I need your eyes. I need them to look at me and through me so you'll be sure that I'm not speaking facetiously. FRANKIE You like my eyes. FELIX Byron....what are you doing? BYRON It's also convenient that I can't see your face. The problem I have is that I don't know what the face of our...mutual friend, looks like. (beat) Take the bag off. Frankie just stares at him through the holes in his bag. BYRON (CONT'D) Felix. Felix comes up behind him and rips the bag off. Byron refuses to grimace. Frankie's face is distorted, mutilated, nearly inhuman. FELIX Geezus. FRANKIE You wanted to see what was under the bag. Now what do you think? FELIX What the hell... BYRON (unfazed) Much better. Far more personal this way, just the way it should be. Who is it Frankie? Whose got you wrapped around his finger....? FRANKIE He's coming. He's coming for you now. He's the reactant, the epitome, the final solution. FELIX Sir, he's crazy. He's whacked out. He doesn't even know what he's talking about. BYRON I think Frankie knows exactly what he's talking about. (beat) Avarice, envy, pride. Three fatal sparks have set the hearts of all on fire. Pride, dear Frankie...is your problem. (beat) Felix, do you have a pocket knife? FELIX ...yeah. BYRON Get it out. Take out the small blade, the sharp one. (Felix obeys) Now when I tell you, chop off one of his digits. FELIX ..sir, I- BYRON Who is he? Whose your boss? FRANKIE Nameless as the wind. BYRON Felix, take off his pinkie. Felix seems somewhat hesitant. He takes the finger of the man's right hand and puts the knife on it. A band of red appears around it. BYRON (CONT'D) Felix.. FELIX I can't do this!! I...what the fuck am I doing?! BYRON I gave you an order Lieutenant. The little piggy goes to the slaughterhouse. Take it off! FELIX I...sir, I....I didn't think... (beat) Oh god...you're serious...I...sir. BYRON Damn right I'm serious! Byron gets up and takes the knife from Felix. Frankie glances at him for a second as his interrogator takes the knife away from the Lieutenant and grips his fingers. BYRON (CONT'D) Now...who...is he? Frankie doesn't speak. Byron grunts and slices at the finger, drawing more blood from the finger, and Frankie screams. But Byron has a hand over his mouth at that moment. Frankie looks at his wounded hand and Byron slowly takes away his hand. BYRON (CONT'D) If you scream Frankie, I'll take off all ten at once. (beat) You still have nine chances. Nine lives. But unlike Felix here, you won't be coming back in perfect health. Byron flicks at Frankie's remaining undamaged fingers. FRANKIE (sobbing and holding his finger) He....will kill you. Both of you. But...before he does, you will know his name. He'll tell you, right before he does it. (beat) Bishop...bishop. FELIX Bishop.. BYRON Never heard of him. He has a nice big sword? Frankie nods. BYRON (CONT'D) Gooood. Where is he? Frankie is hesitant once again. Byron sighs and takes the wounded hand again and puts the blade to the next finger. FRANKIE No!!! (Byron puts a hand to his mouth) BYRON Shhhh....where is he? FRANKIE (desperately) I...the bridge. The bridge!! FELIX Which bridge? FRANKIE St. Andrews. God, St. Andrews! That's where he is! Byron folds the knife back up after cleaning the blade on the knife and hands it back to Felix. BYRON What else can you tell us? FRANKIE (gasping) He's...he's uh...a Christian. FELIX Aren't we all. What else? FRANKIE No, you don't get it. He's religious. He's as hardcore Christian as they come. BYRON Why would I want to know that? FRANKIE Because if his god thinks you're worthy, you're next on his list, a right follower of that Isaac punk. Byron steps forward and pistol whips Frankie across the face. BYRON That was for Veronica.. He hits him again. BYRON (CONT'D) And that was for me.... Frankie recovers somewhat and wipes at his mouth. Byron looks back at Frankie once and turns to leave. FRANKIE (speaks up) You can't stop it! You won't be able to! It's already begun and it won't be undone!! You're dead!! You and everyone you know are already dead!! BYRON (turns around with a frown) Whatever...war...is looming here, you won't survive it either, dear Frankie. I'm going to stop it, whatever is coming, I'm going to put it down and end it. And you'll remember it Frankie. (beat) Remember tonight...for it the beginning of always. CUT TO: INT. FELIX'S CAR - MORNING As they head back to Felix's cabin, Felix seems completely aghast. They drive in silence for a minute before Byron speaks up. BYRON Do you have guns? FELIX You mean...at my place? I have an extra Beretta. There's a...shotgun in the attic. A Glock upstairs in the cabinet. BYRON Well armed for a residential man. FELIX Yeah. The 28 taught me something. (beat) Listen, I'm sorry sir...about that. I freaked out and I shouldn't have, I realize that. I just...ah...I dunno. I'm sorry. BYRON Don't be. I was counting on your reaction to be somewhat like...well, what it was. You did good. (beat) Frankie needed to believe that I was crazy. You made the perfect contrast. Besides, I didn't cut him too bad. I didn't hit the joint. FELIX (sighs and shakes his head) Compared to Purgatory...the 28...geez. The Boss is gonna chew my balls off. (beat) I'm so friggin' dead in the morning. BYRON We'll share a grave in that case. A pause. FELIX You were right. About the murderer I mean, and the girlfriend. BYRON Veronica. FELIX What are we going to do? BYRON About Frankie's friend? I'm not sure yet. There's no motive to kill Isaac. The Tenyeh must have something to do with this guy. Hannibal is the key. (beat) But sending his troops to butcher his daughter. This is outrageous. FELIX Maybe this...guy...was hired by Hannibal. BYRON To take out Isaac? And then what, make sure the Tenyeh did a good job of Alexis? That fits all the pieces except for the biggest one... FELIX (finishes his sentence) Why kill his children. (pause) Who knows why guys like him do anything. The shot focuses on a CU of Byron, who seems to be working things out. BYRON Let's let Veronica handle this piece of the puzzle. FELIX ...you got something there. Between you two. It's like... BYRON Stop thinking Felix...you'll lose all concept of ethics. FELIX (chuckles) If you trust her, sir, that's good enough for me. I still can't believe I'm doing this. I must be crazy... BYRON You're a good cop, Myers. I won't patronize you with bathetic compliments, but...hell, if you're following an old-timer crazytown patron like me you've gotta be a good cop. (smiles) ....to do what's right, Felix. If you can do what's right, and not think twice...well, then. FELIX What's right? BYRON ...that's a judgement call. (beat) It's not easy. There aren't any black and white comic hues, my friend, no easy borders to tell you which is which. (beat) ...you have to rely on intent. The outcome, the process...as long as the intent is right. FELIX I'll try to remember that sir. (long pause) You ever had a Rubik's cube, sir? BYRON (smiles) Threw the damn thing off my balcony. (beat) Don't worry. This puzzle...we got a genius on our side. It'll fit together somehow... FELIX (in reference to Veronica) You think she knows more than she's letting on? BYRON She always knows more than she's letting on. She told me that Hannibal knew about her and Isaac...she was afraid that he was looking for her. (beat) It's mad, but maybe she's got something, something to explain old man Rosochev turning to infanticide. (beat) In this case, though, no. I don't think Veronica's even made the connection. (beat) But....I'm glad we have her. I'm glad that...Alexis has her. Felix doesn't ask and lets Byron continue to sort things out as they make it back to the house. INT. FELIX'S RESIDENCE - LATER Felix and Byron walk in through the door and find that Alexis is reading a magazine and that Veronica is watching T.V. VERONICA Find anything? BYRON Maybe. (whisper) How is she? VERONICA Her concussion isn't too bad. BYRON I meant.. VERONICA Yeah, yeah. No she's uh... (looks at Alexis) She's shaken, man. Big time earthquake milkshake shaken, lover. She's tough...real tough. We kinda know each other and that helps things... I dunno, man. BYRON Okay. (pause) I'm going to take her out for breakfast. Maybe....maybe she can remember something, anything. It'll be easier if she has something in her stomach. VERONICA I'm coming with you... It's not a question; it's a statement. So Byron nods. BYRON Felix. Get your guns. Meet us at the Heart of the City. FELIX That a restaurant? BYRON The best kind of restaurant. CUT TO: INT. CLUB - MORNING The extreme CU lower face of an anonymous man fiddles with a lit cigarette. Smoke drifts from his lips as he opens them to speak into a cell-phone. This...must be Bishop. BISHOP Mr. Rosochev. How pleasant to hear from you. (beat) The cops, I trust...found the body? Good. Yes... (pause) That was not in the agreement. Killing cops, Mr. Rosochev...in my line of work, we consider that...very expensive. (beat) I cannot say if my sword is drawn against him. He seems upon your word a noble man. But as you say...all the noble men I know have died. Except for one. Still...it is up to God to say whether this life is invalid or not. That...is beyond both our words. (beat) I must pray. The phone clicks off and we cut to a back shot of Bishop, his black hair drawn down his back in a ponytail. We don't see his face, but he walks along a patio that goes into a Zen garden. He reaches a the garden and sits down in a kneeling position. We have a CU of a Christian cross that he rubs from a small chain on his neck. His sword is lain at his side, like a horrible omen. INT. PANDEMONIUM THRONE - MORNING As Palk looks on, Hannibal fidgets with some paperwork and slams a book shut. HANNIBAL (O.S.) Everything that I have planned, the dreams, the desires....they are fettered by this demon. This Purgatory saint. CUT TO: INT. BYRON'S CAR - AT THAT MOMENT Byron has a speculating hand on his mouth as he drives both Veronica and Alexis downtown. He's clearly unhappy and curious about this new Bishop character. HANNIBAL (O.S.) I find that...they are dashed. In this...cage of a place....this cage that I have tried..and tried...and tried to break apart. (beat) And in the end, all that I have done is simply decorate it. It does not expand...it does not lengthen, or turn into the horizon that I seek. INT. ROSOCHEV BACKSEAT - AT THAT MOMENT Hannibal is sitting, with a cane, and a frown on his face. The inside of his car is stark. HANNIBAL And still...the final...act, that would set this apart, that would...open Purgatory like a bleeding wound. (pause) The simple...so simple...death of one that plays against my heart. PALK Sir...Bishop. HANNIBAL There are only three Gods in this mortal world, Yuriy. There is a God of compassion, and a God of vengeance. PALK And the third? HANNIBAL The third is the price of both combined. (beat) Alexis is that price, and she will pay it. I will not have this...failure staining my palms. She disappeared...now how does that happen, how does someone disappear in my city? It's this cop.....he found her. That goddamn incompetent that runs the Precinct...he let this thing out a cage...heh. And now...now this...thing...Byron...has Alexis. (beat) Bishop will kill Byron, and Byron will be brought to me. Is that understood? PALK Of course sir. FADE OUT. INT. FELIX'S RESIDENCE - DAY Felix is busy prepping his weapons: the Beretta, the Glock, the shotgun. He is concentrating heavily on the task at hand and isn't aware of the ghostly moves of a mysterious shape that manages to sneak inside. As he sets the shotgun down he hears an ominous voice and feels a sharp thing in his back. It's Murphy with his sawed off shotgun. MURPHY Don't force me to kill you. (beat) You and I have something to talk about. FELIX (grumpily) Who the hell are you? MURPHY I'm a big guy with a gun. (beat) Now if you don't mind, would you kindly step away from your little arsenal? There's a good man. (pause) Now, good man...let's talk a little. You know where I can find a young woman...? FELIX I know lots of young woman. You're going to have to be more specific. MURPHY This one speaks French and probably cut off your balls. INT. HEART OF THE CITY - MORNING Veronica is talking to Alexis and Byron when food comes to their table. Alexis still seems somewhat...dejected and separated from the world. VERONICA I hate potatoes. You know, there's just no good way to serve them. Mashed potatoes I guess...are kinda good. Veronica is bantering trying to cheer up Alexis, but the girl still seems lost. VERONICA (CONT'D) Oh you know what? Potato cake. You ever had it? Its like...potatoes and cake. ALEXIS (weakly) Does it taste good? VERONICA Does it taste good? No. It tastes like cake and...scrambled eggs. But that's just another bad way to serve potatoes. They're the Devil's food... Alexis smiles a little bit. BYRON (uneasy) I don't know. I don't mind potatoes. Mashed of course, but...they're not bad. ALEXIS ....with gravy. BYRON (smiles) Yeah, with gravy. ALEXIS And cranberries on top. VERONICA Cranberries! We always put blueberries on ours...my dad and me at Thanksgiving you know. (beat) But, yeah... Byron brightens up a bit when he sees Alexis opening up some. VERONICA (CONT'D) But yeah, anyway....I gotta use the ladies room. You two gonna survive while I'm gone? BYRON (laughs) I think we'll be all right Ron.. Veronica laughs back and leaves the table. Alexis fiddles with her food for awhile before she looks up at Byron. BYRON (CONT'D) How's the eggs? ALEXIS (wrinkles her nose) I don't like over-easy. (pause) This whole um...thing. With...with my father...and the Tenyeh...and you. I..I don't know what to think- BYRON It's okay. You don't need to think right now. Just eat something. ALEXIS No, I wanna talk. Just listen to me, 'k? (pause) You...you saved my life. I mean, I'm not like...pretending that everything is all right and that I'm not scared out of my friggin' skin right now. But you did save me. And...it seems...right, to say thanks. BYRON ....there's no need for that. ALEXIS Yeah there is. BYRON (speechless) ....it was lucky. ALEXIS (wrinkles her nose again and stuffs some eggs in her mouth) Maybe... BYRON (after another short pause) Maybe not. (beat) I've been watching you, Alexis. Alexis stops eating and looks at him. BYRON (CONT'D) Hehm. Not...like that. (beat) I'm a cop remember? I had a case awhile back, shut down pretty fast. I was supposed to uh...keep an eye on you. (beat) Even when they shut it down I still kept an eye on you. Heh! Call it a crazy parent complex, something, I dunno. (beat) ...you disappeared about...two weeks ago. I couldn't find you. ALEXIS ...why didn't you let the case go? BYRON (sighs) These streets and Purgatory. Mostly I guess I didn't wanna...didn't wanna see you become something that it ate it for breakfast. Like potato cake. ALEXIS Nobody uses that anymore. BYRON Uses what? ALEXIS Eating something for breakfast. I eat baddies for breakfast. Their always in bad movies. You know, man..like...that expression. BYRON (smiles at the remark) It's a generation thing. Alexis smiles back and sips at her juice. BYRON (CONT'D) I'm glad you're okay. (awkward silence) So..you don't have any idea why the Tenyeh... ALEXIS Tried to kill me? Sorry, man. I dunno. I kinda hoped I'd stay in shock so I wouldn't have to confront that.. (beat) ...guess it wore off. BYRON (smiles again) Those two weeks... ALEXIS Oh, right, sorry. Well I uh...I haven't really exactly been around. I um...hmm..I sorta took a...vacation. (pause) Me and my friend Carmanah, I was staying at her place for awhile. BYRON ...extended sleepover? ALEXIS Eh. Sorta. I uh..I...I wasn't really...enjoying homelife, if you know what I mean. BYRON I don't...fill me in. ALEXIS (takes a moment, because she's not sure about divulging all her problems to a cop) ...okay, fine. *sigh* I um...geez, haha..this is gonna sound over the top. (beat) You even religious Mr. Byron? BYRON Call me Walter. And no...no I lost my faith a long time ago. ALEXIS 'K, you even at least spiritual? BYRON Sure. ALEXIS 'K well...I just these...these bad vibes from my father. That really does sound overtop, holy shit. Ah, sorry. But I can't say it any other way. (pause) There's like...man...something in his eyes. And lately he's just being a pain in the ass, and acting weird and stuff. (beat) I just got creeped out...and something...geez, I can't even talk..ahha! I just didn't like it, alright? I needed to get out so I met up with Carmanah and stuff and made the arrangements and...yeah! I was out... BYRON ...that's pretty gutsy. I mean, your father probably hates the idea. You running around in Purgatory by yourself. He probably had all his ears and eyes out. I guess he and I got that in common... (beat) Brave thing to leave the hired guns behind and walk alone. ALEXIS I guess. (beat) I tried to tell Isaac y'know...but he was like, man, you're crazy, there's nothing to it, just calm down. He and I go separate ways a lot, you know...'cause like he's the stubborn one in the family and always does the opposite of me. (beat) And he was always like...there's nothing to fear. He didn't fear anything. It was crazy. And he'd tell me "it's a dangerous world, but we gotta let it be and just live". (breaks a tear) You think he's right about that? BYRON (with some difficulty) ...I think he hit it right on the nose. ALEXIS (breaking down) He was..he was so goddamn stubborn, y'know? Like man...why couldn't he just...listen to me, y'know? Geezus. If he'd listened..... BYRON Alexis. ALEXIS (starts crying) Shit! Fuck...fuck... (beat) ..this is so fucked up. (wipes away her tears) Ahhh! I'm going all...frickin' Niagra on you here...dammit...dammit.... BYRON (softly) ...don't try to stop them. (a compassionate pause) The dead deserve our tears. Good men, deserve our tears. Alexis cringes her face at Byron's sympathetic (and almost tearful) comment and breaks out sobbing. Byron is unsure about what do to do, but gets up and walks over across the table and sits down, and puts an arm around her shoulder. She falls into him and cries some more. Veronica is coming back from the washroom and sees Byron with an arm around Alexis, and makes eye contact with her former flame. They smile at each other. CUT TO: INT. FELIX'S CAR - A LITTLE LATER Felix is driving the car. He has a grim expression on, and it has something to do with the shotgun held by Murphy that is resting next to his ear. As they reach the Heart of the City diner, the nudging shotgun suggest that Felix pull up and park. He does, and the car comes to a gentle halt. MURPHY Is she in there, copper? FELIX ...guess we'll find out. MURPHY I'd hate to find out you're feeding me some nonsense. But like you said, we'll find out. You're coming too....get out, slowly. FELIX (stands up to get out) It's gonna be a little tense in there if you keep a shotgun under your coat. It's not the typical holdup weapon. MURPHY We're only staying for a second. C'mon, good man, move. EXT. HEART OF THE CITY - CONTINUOUS As Felix tentatively heads towards the diner, he shakes his head at Murphy, a giant of a man whose pointing a sawed off shotgun at him. They walk towards the door and Felix struts in first. INT. HEART OF THE CITY - CONTINUOUS He sees Murphy and Alexis in the corner, sitting opposite of Veronica, whose back is turned. He takes in a deep breath and tries to move in the other direction towards the other wing of the restaurant when... BYRON shouting up at Felix Myers! Over here! (sees Murphy) Murphy...what... As it dawns on everyone, Felix takes a gun that has been concealed in the back of his pants, swats away Murphy's shotgun, and ends up a few paces away. Murphy has his shotgun raised at Felix, and Felix vice-versa, while Byron has stood up and is now pointing his own gun at Murphy. Veronica stands up and moves a few paces away from Byron. BYRON (CONT'D) Murphy what the fuck are you doing here? FELIX He showed up at my house, sir. He's looking for Veronica. I'm...I'm sorry sir, I didn't have a choice... MURPHY You always got a choice. He just made the right one. (beat) I guess you found her first, By. BYRON I'm not entirely sure if that's my good fortune. (beat) ...dammit, Murphy, you just had to go and make my day the worst one yet. MURPHY ...sorry, Byron...that was never my intention. Just the effect. (pause) Veronica. VERONICA Daddy. MURPHY Let's go, baby, the waitress in the corner there has already called up the sirens. VERONICA (rebelliously) I'm with Byron now. MURPHY No you ain't. Not that I don't trust your intentions, Byron...but I ain't got a choice to trust you. Right now you're on the wrong side, and Veronica is joining my team. BYRON Isn't that her choice, Murph? FELIX Sir! MURPHY The cops are a'comin, Walt....now I can't afford to stay here, so lets make this fast and easy. BYRON It's not gonna be easy, old friend. You and I never take the easy way. So let's stop pretending this isn't gonna end messily. MURPHY ...you're the one with the big heart. And this thing in my hands is too big a radius to miss. (beat) Let's go Veronica. VERONICA ....put the gun down. You're fucking things up Murphy! Put it down! FELIX Sir! Sir, if you have a shot, take it! I've got you covered if he switches! BYRON Easy, Felix. FELIX Sir, I'm looking down a shotgun! I'm mutually not taking the easy way out! (beat) If you don't take a shot, I will! BYRON ...Myers, listen to me, you don't want to do that. Calm down.... FELIX This isn't another bluff, sir! This guys fuckin' real! And...and right now, sir, is the worst fuckin' time to tell me to calm down! MURPHY (wryly) Quite the sidekick you got there. BYRON (to Murphy) If you can't trust me, at least have faith in me. I'm not a merc, and I'm not available for any price. So stop thinking with your testosterone. (beat) I'm on my own side, just like you. And right now, my gun is pointed at the guys that are trying to make fishbait out of the two most important women in my life. Veronica is number two, so stop wetting yourself. (beat, and lowers gun) I might've been wrong last night, when I said when I walked out that door I'm just another badge. I might've been wrong about a lot of things. (beat) I'm goddamn right when I say we're on the same side this time! Murphy looks at Felix, who is quivering. MURPHY It's a little late for a change of heart. FELIX (whispers under his breath) ...now. Felix tries to jump back and shoot at Murphy, but Murphy sees it coming and dodges the bullet (mostly). A small splash of blood erupts from the big man's shoulder. In response Murphy brings the shotgun up and fires off a shot that takes Felix in the left side of his torso, forcing him to crash into a table. BYRON (swearing) Myers you assho- Murphy frowns and turns toward Byron again, who is too stunned to raise his own gun. But a shot pierces the air anyway. BANG! Before he knows what has hit him, Murphy makes a weird face and falls on his knees, a bright red spot marking the gigantic entry of a Rapier bullet. VERONICA ...sorry, old man. Veronica whirls around and points the gun at Byron, who can't believe his eyes or ears. BYRON (outrageously) What the FUCK are you DOING??? VERONICA (laughs a little) Boy, I musta surprised you something good, huh lover? I'm doing something you shoulda done a long time ago and saved me the trouble of doing. (beat) Please put your gun down. Drop it there... Byron does, and Veronica stoops and picks it up. BYRON (coldly) What the fuck are you doing?? VERONICA There's a war on, Wally...its just starting, like the calm before a shit-storm. Can't you feel it? No one's getting outta this...we're all gonna burn. (pause) I don't wanna burn. And there's the dilemma, hot stuff. Do I stay and burn with you, or leave the cauldron? I choose...I choose to leave. BYRON You're not making any sense Veronica! This is surreal! You're...you're fucking insane! VERONICA No! Insanity, that's my father, that's her father. BYRON (angry as hell) Murphy didn't do anything!!! VERONICA That's...that's not the point. You think I like this, Walter!!! Fuck you if you think I like this, 'cause I don't!! But...but right now...I got...I got no choice. (beat) Old man 'R' needs a sample, and I told him anything but this. But...but if I'm gonna get by...if I'm gonna escape him, I needed to do this! Now he'll see, and he won't come after me. I'll give up. (beat) That makes me insane? Insanity, yeah, man...Rosochev stands for insanity. But you know what? You know what, he's the only chance I got... BYRON ...he thinks you killed Isaac. He's gonna hunt you down and let you bleed out like roadkill. That's a promise I can keep for him... VERONICA You don't get it, do you? (pause) He planned this!! He planned that...that guy...that goddamn assassin...he planted that guy to kill Isaac!! (beat) Isaac didn't do nothing. And I'm sorry Alexis. It ain't his fault he died, and it sure as hell wasn't mine...but you know what? He died anyway. BYRON That doesn't make any sense!! VERONICA (cracked) Doesn't it? Geeeeezus Christ Walter, you're a fuckin' detective so put it together! How the fuck do you think he expects to get to me!? (beat) He's got you cops on his side! Maybe not you, but what the fuck do I know, maybe he does!! One of the little Rosochev's goes down and it looks like me! I got a quarter of Purgatory that belongs to me!! (beat) You didn't know that, did ya? You didn't know about any of that. How far my power extends!! BYRON ...I know you got a gang, Ron. I know you run the East...and you do a pretty damn good job of it. Nothing is ever reported there bigger than a break-in... (beat) How the hell did you manage something like that I wonder... VERONICA We take care of our streets. You're the saint of Purgatory, you're not doing your job....it's up to me! (pause) And if Hannibal wanted, and he fuckin' wanted, he could control the whole thing! That's what this is about!! (beat) Isaac and Alexis in a bodybag and...and me with a warrant on my head...that's what this about, man...dirty down and dirty. (beat) He sic's you Feds on me and my pack, and guess the fuck what? Purgatory is all his. BYRON .....he wouldn't do that. He's not that stupid. And neither is the Precinct. If they had a whiff of anything they'd be sniffing up his ass so fast it'd be like precognition. VERONICA Or maybe the Precinct likes the taste of money. (long beat) But I'm not gonna burn. He wants Purg, I'll give it to him....I don't wanna die...I don't wanna end up in the ditch, man. No, man, not me... (beat) I'll let him have it, and he'll let me live. That's why...why...why I had too...Murphy, he'd understand.... BYRON FUCK YOU, VERONICA!! VERONICA If I...if I killed him, Rosochev would believe me. He'd believe me now...he would! He'll let me live...and I'll give it up...all of it. BYRON And you'll just let them slaughter your gang? You are crazy...you'd put a bullet in my head, you'd put one in Alexis' if you thought it'd save your ass! VERONICA The gang...they got guns. I told them to get guns. They'll be okay, if they run when they're supposed too. They'll survive! And you, you won't let anything happen to her, not while you're breathing. You gotta get out, Byron...get out, man. Like me. You can survive it if you get out. (beat) Hannibal'll let me live...he will now....he has too. BYRON You really believe that?? Let me tell you something and make sure you get it straight...There is no way you're surviving this. No fucking way! VERONICA I got no choice, baby...that's just the way it is, man. (beat) But this way...this way, I do got a choice. (beat, looks at Murphy) I didn't wanna kill him, Byron...so don't think I'm evil. It's just I got no choice! BYRON (quietly, shakes his head) There's always a choice. Veronica ignores him as she backs up, pointing the Rapier at Byron, and goes out the door. She takes Felix's car and peels out. While she's driving off Byron runs over to Felix. Felix has been blown into the counters, but he's not bleeding. He opens his eyes a little and looks up at Byron. He smiles and coughs, and taps at his chest. FELIX (coughing) Showed...*cough, cough*..him. Never leave home without your Kevlar. Byron shakes his head and smirks, and runs over to Murphy. Murphy is bleeding but still somewhat alive. BYRON Oh, shit...Murphy, can you hear me? MURPHY (coughing more severely) Don't scream.... BYRON ...you'll be okay, man...I think it just...just grazed something...don't worry. We'll get you outta here. MURPHY ....no...no, B....not this time. (beat) You gotta understand, when a man sees the light at the end of the tunnel that is Purgatory..well...*cough*...he keeps going. BYRON Shut up Murphy! (to a waitress) Call an ambulance!! MURPHY The...cops are comin'. BYRON I know. MURPHY They won't like you here. You better go. (beat) I'm sorry I ruined your afternoon. And sorry for something else. I do got trust in you B....you always do the right thing. BYRON What I view as right... MURPHY ..is always right. (pause with more coughing) She...sure surprised me there. BYRON ...she's gone. MURPHY I know. Rosochev...ah, fuck you Rosochev...he knew I was comin' for him. Guess it was all a facade...goddamn! (beat) Just a setup for my little girl to plug my sorry old ass. Prove to that bastard she was worth a damn.... (beat) She ain't gonna survive, you got it right... BYRON Don't worry about her. Just be quiet now. The cops are almost here. MURPHY That's....that's right. You..you...you gotta go...now. Get outta...here. (beat, looks at Alexis crying above him) That...that you're angel? Ha...ah...she's pretty, she is. Just like an angel. ALEXIS (hysterical, but quiet) Oh...god.... Alexis kneels next to Byron, crying a little bit. MURPHY (manages a smile) You...gotta leave B...leave me behind. That angel there, she's worth saving. Don't...don't let the Precinct...get their dirty hands...on.... (more coughing) ...when you find...Ronnie....finish her fast, finish her good. She's just like me...so...stubborn. (beat) Only Rosy-chev could...turn her...against..me (beat) But she's still...my angel. Make sure she doesn't...suffer...'cause a him...make sure.... Murphy tries to finish his sentence but dies. Byron grates his teeth and stands up very slowly, still looking at Murphy's body. BYRON Can you walk Felix? FELIX (groans) Ya. BYRON Alexis, let's go. Alexis doesn't argue and follows Felix and Byron out of the restaurant and into Byron's car, and off they go. INT. BYRON'S CAR - CONTINUOUS Byron looks at Felix who gets in the back seat and slumps down, hissing through clenched teeth. Byron hops in the driver seat and Alexis sits down in the passenger seat, dazed. BYRON How you doing? FELIX ...I...I think I'm good. I'm gonna be sore tonight though. (beat) I'm sorry man, about your friend. BYRON (nods) ....Alexis. Alexis is getting more jaded to this sort of thing but she's never actually seen anyone killed before. ALEXIS ...I...I... (pause) ...ahhh... Byron sighs and turns back to driving. BYRON (V.O.) Oh, Veronica. What have you done? You pulled a 180 on us all. You thought you could save yourself, your pals. But all you've done is rented out a chunk of N.Y. morgue. You killed Murphy. You killed me. You killed Alexis. I hope you believe your life was worth it, Ronnie baby. I hope you believe you chose good. 'Cause it's a choice I'm not gonna forget. I hope it was worth it. I hope was worth it, because I'm gonna make ol' dead Murphy's heart bleed one more time. I ain't gonna keep my word. When I find you, it's not gonna be fast or pleasant or kind. It's gonna be slow and mean and nasty. I hope it was worth it. EXT. CITYSCAPE - DAY A time-lapse of the sun reaching its climax at the top of the sky is established from a high vantage point that overlooks the metropolitan sector of New York city. EXT. ROSOCHEV GARDEN - DAY Hannibal is feeding three vicious looking dogs by a pool surrounded by exotic ferns and other plants. The dogs snatch at the pieces of meat he throws to them. HANNIBAL (to dogs) Easy! Easy Cerberus, leave some for the others...haha.... Palk walks out from the mansion that leads into the veranda and waits while Hannibal scatters the rest of the meat. HANNIBAL (CONT'D) Yuriy. So.. (beat) Is Bishop- PALK Not Bishop. It's something else you might wanna have a look at... HANNIBAL (curious now) What is it? PALK One of 'hers'. The Tenyeh, what's left of 'em, picked her up just a couple of hours ago. They thought you would want to see for yourself. HANNIBAL (with big eyes) Of course I do. Hahah! Of course, Yuriy! This is..haha! This is good! (beat) She's able to speak I hope? PALK They told me they were careful not to break anything you might want to interrogate. HANNIBAL ...very good. (beat) The other one that was here wasn't much help. What was her name? PALK Gracie, sir. She's taken care of. HANNIBAL Gracie. Yes. Lovely Gracie. This one is fresh. Maybe she'll talk a little more. I hope so. It's such a waste when they don't talk. INT. HANNIBAL'S BASEMENT - A MINUTE LATER Hannibal is being led by Palk down a series of spiraling stone stairs, into the underground heart of the Rosochev mansion. It functions as a wine cellar and Hannibal's private torture chamber. BYRON (V.O.) It's strange, how evil can put on so many faces. It has a wardrobe that is infinite and endless. It's the perfect stranger that looks like your best friend. Or your father. Or your lover. (beat) Evil shouldn't be clandestine, it should never be a secret. Evil men should wear name tags that label them evil men. In a perfect world. As Hannibal reaches the bottom of the basement and walks forward where several Tenyeh are waiting with nightsticks. A woman is bent over, coughing, groaning, and definitely beaten. She looks up through blood and tears at Hannibal. It's Maya. PALK ...she wouldn't tell us her name. But she's definitely one of hers. No doubt about it. HANNIBAL (squats) Yes. She is. She knows it, too. Can you tell me your name? (Maya stares at him) ...please. I don't want to hurt you. That's the last thing I want, truly. But I can't hold them off...not if you remain quiet. (Maya stares at him) ...sometimes we say more without words. You and me can relate to this, can't we? Yeahhh. You don't talk much, even without nightsticks slapping you around. You're the shy, quiet one in her group I bet. (beat) I admire silence, girl. I really do! It's a special thing. But...these men, they don't understand that. They like crude verbal expressions, y'know? That's why...that's why they won't stop, not until you talk. (a long pause) ...you're very pretty. You have a very uh..distinguishable beauty. I don't like to see pretty girls get hurt. Please...please. What's your name? Maya considers for a moment. MAYA (coughing painfully) ...M..M...Maya. HANNIBAL (smiles, and wipes a dirty lock of hair out of Maya's eyes) ...there. Maya. That's a pretty name too. It's...exotic, eloquent to speak. Do your friends call you Maya? (she nods) That's good. Good. (long pause) You are part of Goudreau's clan, aren't ya? Yes. It's okay! I don't care about that. It doesn't matter here, okay? It's...irrelevant. (beat) ....I know you...don't want to fight. You don't wanna get in trouble or get hurt. I know this, Maya. I can see you, inside you, all the way through. You don't like this...this conflict that is just getting warmed up. You just wanna leave and forget about it. (beat) That's why I don't hold anything against you. I hate this too! I don't like it at all. (beat) That's why it has to end, before people get hurt. I don't want that to happen. You and I have to stop it...do you understand? (Maya nods) ...good. First, we need to find Veronica. If I can find her, we can negotiate and come to an agreement, we can avert the war. But...but I don't where she is, Maya. Do you know where she is? MAYA (doesn't say anything for the longest time) ....Ver...Ronnie... HANNIBAL Ronnie. That's right! Do you know where Ronnie is? We have to find her... Maya seems to consider the question for several moments, and then she backs up against the wall and starts laughing hysterically. Her laughter gets louder and louder, and everyone in the room except Hannibal find it one of the most chilling things they've ever seen. MAYA (weakly in a raspy voice) You...wanna dice up Ronnie something good. That'd give you assholes something to do. You'd love to find her, wouldn't you assholes? (beat) ...she'll find you first and cut you so bad you'll need Fisher Price to make you whole again. You...you won't even know what hit you. So I'm telling you, assholes, what it was that hit you. It was her...her and she'll cut you good....you assholes. Maya is obviously in excruciating pain due to her previous beating, and chokes back her words as she taunts her captors. HANNIBAL (frowning, disappointed, stands up) ...Mr. Palk...it seems the lovely Maya here will be joining the exquisite Gracie. Take care of her... MAYA (stumbles onto her knees) Gracie. HANNIBAL (turns in mock surprise) Why, you wouldn't happen to know her, would you? Would you Maya? Let's see, the Gracie I know had blonde hair, blue eyes, great sense of humour...up until I started making the jokes, anyway. (beat) Same Gracie? MAYA ...asshole. You're...gonna pay for that one....asshole. Hannibal flicks his wrist in a gesture of execution and the Tenyeh surrounding Maya take out their nighsticks and advance. Maya keeps her eyes focused on Hannibal. The first Tenyeh brings the nighstick thrashing down on her head, but she jumps back, dodging the blow, and blocks a second attack by the second Tenyeh to her abdomen. Wrenching on the second Tenyeh's wrist, she slams his nighstick into the first Tenyeh's thigh, then jumps up and kicks him square in the chin. The third Tenyeh, late in the attack, manages a crushing blow to her back, which sends her sprawling. The second Tenyeh, seemingly aggravated, leaps on top of her, but she recovers and kicks out, catching him in the groin. She rolls over on top of him, snaps his neck, jumps up. The third Tenyeh strikes again, Maya blocks. Simultaneously he punches out, and she goes down again. The first Tenyeh, survived by the second, goes in for the kill, but Maya redirects his weight and manages to get his head in a lock. She stares down the last Tenyeh while the Tenyeh in her locks flails about. She sighs and collapses to the basement floor, ending the life of the man in her arm lock as his neck is severed from the spinal cord. The third Tenyeh tries to attack by kicking, but Maya grabs his foot, kicks out with her own to bring the man down, and somersaults backwards, grabbing a fallen nightstick as she does. Meanwhile Palk and Hannibal have been watching on, Palk his arm in the pocket of his coat, Hannibal quizzically observing the gladiator brawl. PALK (to Hannibal) ...sir? HANNIBAL Not yet. Let her finish. A dead woman's revenge is a right I will not admonish. (beat) This is what she deserves...so let her have it. The third Tenyeh picks up his one nightstick and engages in a fiery fight with the beaten but unrelenting Maya. Finally she manages to pull a tricky maneuver by dodging the Tenyeh's downward strike and clubbing at his wrists. Bone shatters inside skin and muscle. The Tenyeh tries to punch again, misses. Maya leaps at him, a 360 and a crack, and is motionless, staring down Palk and Hannibal. The Tenyeh behind her topples over, third neck snapped in a row. MAYA I...told you. You're gonna pay for that one... HANNIBAL (in an oddly silent, acquiescent, compassionate tone) I will, Maya. But I won't pay it to you. Hannibal turns to leave, and we see a medium shot of him walking away from Palk, who is facing Maya. Maya screams and runs forward with the night-stick, but there is a... BLANG! ...and the sound of a body slumping. Palk catches up with Hannibal, who rubs his forehead. PALK She wasn't helpful, sir. HANNIBAL No. We have to keep searching, then. When we find Veronica, this can finally end. PALK The Precinct already has several squads ready to move on your order. HANNIBAL Not yet. We'll wipe them out, Yuriy, with smoke or fire or bullets. It'll be done. But it has to be done in one stroke. My trap for her is nearly done. And then we'll let loose our loyal dogs of war. PALK Yes, sir. (beat) What about Byron, sir? HANNIBAL Byron has my daughter. He's with Goudreau. We have connections to show he's involved with dear Veronica. We have enough to take over this place, to bring Purgatory to its knees before us. (beat) In his hands, Alexis is as good as dead. In a way, Byron has killed her. But you're right...we need to find him too. Don't worry, Mr. Palk...there is one I have trusted both of their immediate cessations too that will prevail. Veronica will come to him, Byron will come to him. And then we shall go to the last half of Purgatory, and make it...ours. As they're talking a servant has been approaching, and politely waiting for Hannibal to acknowledge him. SERVANT Mr. Rosochev. A phone call for you. Hannibal nods and starts to go inside. HANNIBAL Very good. (beat) Mr. Palk...send out a few men, make sure that the Precinct is holding their orders. When the time comes, they have to be our cavalry. Palk nods and Hannibal follows the servant into the house. CUT TO: ST. ANDREWS BRIDGE - THAT MOMENT Huddled underneath the concrete pylons of a bridge Veronica is holding her Rapier and trying to stop from freaking out. Her back is against the concrete and she's half-whispering into a phone. VERONICA ..it...it..it's done...it's over... There's a pause as she listens to the other end. VERONICA (CONT'D) Then it's over...for good. I...I don't want the fight...you can have it now, right? ....you can just take it... (beat) The girls...the girls...I had to make them believe...that it was gonna be a fight...that wasn't my choice! (pause) ...they won't fight, not without me....you can have it..I just want it..to end. Another pause as Veronica makes a horrified face at what the person on the other end is saying. VERONICA (CONT'D) (trying to speak) ...but...but you promised! It..it was a deal!!...You can't... (beat, and anger) I'll kill you...I'll kill you!! That wasn't the deal!! Suddenly from where she's sitting a shadow falls across her. The phone in her hand drops as she looks up at the person casting the shadow. She is about to open her mouth to scream when the shot cuts. CUT TO: INT. MOTEL ROOM 300 - AFTERNOON The shot is instantly cut to Alexis staring out the window of the motel where cars and people are passing by below. Felix is nursing his chest and talking to Byron, about to head down to the lobby. FELIX (chatting) I'll meet you there at eight. BYRON Alright. You think you can make it? FELIX I'll be fine. Felix nods and walks out, and Byron slowly turns back to Alexis. BYRON Hey... (she doesn't turn) ...are you okay? ALEXIS (weakly) No... Byron sits down on the bed next to her. BYRON I'm sorry...that you had to see all that. ALEXIS (still looking out window) ...she shot him. BYRON ...I know. ALEXIS You used to love her didn't you? BYRON ...she wouldn't let me confess to something like that but...yeah. ALEXIS ...it's funny, how people are never...never ever who we think they are. BYRON Oh, I think we all have...certain qualities we don't like to flaunt... (beat) Veronica's was a fear. A fear of death, of pain... (beat) So she chose the only way she knew how to avoid it.... ALEXIS She..killed him. BYRON ....yeah. (pause) I have to go out tonight, I have to see if I can find her...and the others. I have to end it tonight... ALEXIS (finally turns toward him) ...you're going to kill her. BYRON I am. ALEXIS ...and then, you're going to kill my father. BYRON Probably. (beat) He's behind all of this...he won't stop, not until you and me..and Veronica...are dead. (beat) I can't let that happen. ALEXIS ..I know. (beat) I just...I just wish things could have turned out..differently, y'know? BYRON (smiles) I know exactly. But...they didn't, did they? I guess...I guess somewhere along the line somebody up there just decided..to hell with it. ALEXIS ...I'm not religious. BYRON (smiles) Can you at least be spiritual? ALEXIS Sure. BYRON (pause) You ever...you ever read about the hydra? ALEXIS ...no. BYRON It's this Greek legend...about a monster. Terrible, terrible monster. With alotta heads. It um....well, it was this big terrible creature that just...rampaged everything. Killed everything in its path. Destroyed everything. And um. The only way that you could...kill it. The only way to rid of it, was to take off all of its head simultaneously, at the same time. Because if you didn't, it would just grow a whole bunch more heads where it lost one. (beat) There's this....hydra, Alexis. It's in Purgatory, and its hungry. It's fucking evil. ALEXIS (tears) And you're not? BYRON (doesn't take offense) Evil? ...I guess that depends on your point of view. To some, maybe I am. To others...ha...I'm a saint. (beat) You can make up your own mind about me. ALEXIS I already have. (beat) You gonna kill the hydra? BYRON Every last goddamn scaly head I am. ALEXIS (after a pause) ...I have...this...memory of Isaac. I was only ten or something. And I fell in the river...and I started to sink and couldn't keep my head up...I musta sucked in some water or something 'cause I passed out. But then, I woke up. (beat) Isaac...he'd jumped in. Right after I fell, he'd jumped in and grabbed me, and saved me...heh. He broke his leg...and two of his ribs when he got slammed against a rock...but he didn't stop. He kept trying to reach me...until he did. BYRON (pauses for a minute) ...you're brother was a good man. He had his vices, his flaws, but we all got 'em. But your brother, don't forget he was a good man, Alexis. That's important. ALEXIS ...How do you even know how he is? There is a quick flashback of the bald man aiming his gun at Byron. Another flash of a shot. The bald man falls. Vision turns to a startled and bewildered Isaac. He nods at Byron...and runs off. BYRON (another pause) A few years back, one of the drug runners in Purgatory was gonna get taken down by the Precinct. I was in charge the...operation. We went in and sure enough he was right there. So I called in the backup, SWAT and the rest of team, to take him out. (beat) Something...one of those one in a million things that you never prepare for happened. The three cops closest to him were gunned down. I shot...three times, and fell on the floor. The drug runner...Marseille...French guy, scary guy. Well, I was on the ground, and my gun had jammed and Marseille took out a gun from his belt, and aimed it at me. That's...pretty much the closest I've ever felt to death, even when I deal it out. (beat) But he didn't shoot. There was a shot, and Marseille fell. Your brother had been standing to my side, with all the people in the place running for cover. (beat) ....saved my life. Small world isn't it? ALEXIS (smiles at the memory of her brother) Yea... BYRON Your brother was a good man. There's too few good men left in this world. And they, above all the others, deserve justice. There's a saying...that the greatest evil comes from those who maintain neutrality during times of turmoil. (beat) I may be evil, Alexis. But for one night, let me be a saint. There is a very long emotional pause. Then Byron stands up, takes his gun off the counter, and loads it with bullets. BYRON (CONT'D) I want you to know everything. Write a book if you like...if I don't get out of this, you'll be the only evidence I ever existed. (beat) ....but I promise this...even if I don't come back...you'll be safe. ALEXIS And what about me...? BYRON ...I've called a friend. He'll help you if-... ALEXIS (trying not to cry) So you'll just die for me? Good promise, man. (he begins to turn around) Good promise. Poslushay ty, mudack! You're not gonna be able to keep it! (beat) He'll kill you too... BYRON I made a promise, Alexis. I may kill plenty of people in cold blood tonight...but I'm honorable when it comes to promises. ALEXIS ...how can you say that? BYRON (puts last bullet in his gun) Because I haven't broken one yet. Byron winks, and Alexis, saddened, looks back out the window. Then she closes her eyes. EXT. CITYSCAPE - EVENING The same shot of the building is established in time-lapse as the sun peaks over the buildings and darkness begins to surround the city. INT. PRECINCT HEADQUARTERS - EVENING Felix has just come in and is rooting through his desk, arranging papers. The boss comes in and sees him in the fairly empty enclosure of desks. BOSS Felix! FELIX (under his breat) Oh shit... BOSS Felix, where the hell have you been? FELIX I got the report on your desk sir, just like you asked. BOSS Screw the report, where have you been? Did you know there was goddamn shooting downtown? FELIX ...no sir. BOSS It's Byron! He's turned vigilante! (beat) Two people were shot, apparently. One died, but the other had a bullet proof vest on, or something. You telling me you didn't know about this? FELIX No sir, not until this moment. BOSS Huh. Everyone...is on the streets. I'm sending out the whole department to track down that insurgent little prick. It's a top priority, for all departments, to apprehend Byron and get his ass behind bars. FELIX I see. BOSS ...he's gonna tear this whole city down. I'm not gonna let that happen, understand? I want you and Reynolds together. (beat) ...by the way, what are you doing back here? FELIX I just came in to get some stuff. I was gonna head out right now... BOSS Ah. Well, like I said...find Reynolds. We're all out all night tonight... FELIX Right. Felix is trying to hide the fact that three Berettas and a shotgun (under papers) are being smuggled out of the Precinct. Conveniently, his Boss sees it just then after a short silence. BOSS Felix....what are all these guns doing. Felix suddenly seems more assertive and confident. FELIX I'm going to use them. BOSS Myers, what are you talking about? I didn't authorize this... FELIX I'm going to use them, sir...to kill some people. BOSS (flabbergasted) ...Myers...what the fuck...are you doing?? FELIX ...I already answered that. BOSS And why are you limping? FELIX Oh. I was shot today sir. But don't worry, I had a bullet proof vest on. Got away with just a bruise. The Boss is clearly unsettled by this, realizing that Felix was with Byron when the shooting in the Diner occurred. He tries to scramble away but Felix tosses the chair at him, sending him down. When the Boss looks up, he sees Felix hunched over him. BOSS You were a good cop, Felix! What the fuck has gotten into you? Are you with Byron?? (beat) I was wrong about you... FELIX No you weren't. I am a good cop. One helluva a good cop, and maybe one of the only two good cops left in this city. (beat) It's all about intention, Boss....and mine have got merit. BOSS I'm going have your badge for this!! You'll never work ever again....you're going to live out your worthless days in a prison cell Felix!! FELIX (coolly) I'd rather serve an honest term in jail than become a simpering, pathetic, Mafia weasel like you... (beat) Don't tell me you're not the one behind the corruption. Hannibal's got you so wrapped around his finger so tight you can't even move. Felix raises the gun and puts it over his shoulder. FELIX (CONT'D) I'm leaving now. Don't follow me. If I see tail lights I'm pulling over and executing whoever's behind the wheel, got it? (beat) ...and don't try and find me. You won't. Felix walks back out the door with the guns and the shotgun over his shoulder whistling, while the Boss just watches him go. INT. SQUAD CAR - EVENING With Felix behind the wheel of a 'borrowed' police cruiser, his eyes are just as jagged as Byron's once were. BYRON (V.O.) There is evil in this world, my friend. And such an evil. It would wipe everything in its path. (beat) But we have a chance. A chance to end it, to stop it. To bring a sliver of good to the Hell of our time. EXT. ST. ANDREWS BRIDGE - NIGHT By time Felix reaches the bridge, it's dark out, and he carefully grabs his guns and proceeds toward the building. A shadow follows him. BYRON (V.O.) It is not how far we must go to achieve this good. It is how strong we must be to go as far is needed. The shadow follows him, sneaks up behind him, and thumps him on the head. BYRON (V.O.) (CONT'D) Be strong, my friend. Now, more than ever before." INT. BISHOP'S BASEMENT - EVENING As Byron wakes up, the world slowly comes into focus. He rubs the top of his head and looks up. He's surrounded by blackness. BYRON ...right. The basement, for the most part, is scant and empty. He sees the door that leads up a set of wooden stairs, and most likely out of the homemade dungeon. Naturally he gets up and tries to slam the door, but his strength is not enough, and the door seems to be barricaded from the other side. He tries again and finally gives up, defeatedly, and sits down on the stairs. BYRON (V.O.) (CONT'D) When things get rough, it's hard to tell. When things get shaky, it's hard to tell. But when things get fucked like now, you can tell beyond any reason of doubt. BISHOP (O.S.) "And the sword that was fit for an Archangel was light in his terrible hand..." BYRON (V.O.) And then the voice of psychopathy. Byron looks up at the ubiquitous voice coming from nowhere. BYRON (CONT'D) ...come out and we'll play swords. There's a pause. From the darkness a shape emerges, Bishop. He has on black pants and a black T-shirt with a sword in scabbard dangling from his right hand. BISHOP (raises head) I'm afraid there'd be no competition. BYRON Ah, I dunno. I used a knife once. Highschool. Some punk, there were a lot of punks in my school, tried to make his point across my face. I think I did okay. My retort was all across his face in the end, in any case. (beat) ...you must have gotten to Veronica. That's your paycheck, I'd bet. Where is she? BISHOP (smirks) Upstairs. BYRON Uh...I don't suppose...you could change my accommodations? This place reminds me of some bad horror movie. BISHOP I only have so much room, Mr. Byron. And it'd be like some bad action movie if I put you all together to come up with an escape plan. There isn't any escape, of course, but...I can't be too careful. BYRON (after a pause) Guess you got that right. (pause) I didn't catch your name. But part of it's Bishop, right? BISHOP Semyaza. Semyaza Bishop. BYRON Cool name. BISHOP Meaningless, now, to you. BYRON ...not really. It's common courtesy to know the name of someone you intend to kill. That's what's wrong these days....it's just cheap and fast and dirty. (beat) Nobody takes honor seriously anymore. BISHOP I think you'll find our perceptions about honor share selfsame principles. BYRON Honor isn't a sword in the back... BISHOP Honor is the will of God. BYRON (sits down on the stairs) ...don't talk to me about God. God's dead, and so is everybody that follows him down to that bottomless perdition. (beat) Hahaha. What God do you think you're following Semyaza? Who do you think you are? BISHOP I am the right hand of Divine Interpretation. BYRON ...interpreter. Straight from Zeus's mouth to yours. Hahah! Rosochev, oh you chose better than I thought! What's God telling you that he's keeping a secret from me? (Bishop doesn't answer the question) At least tell me how.."God" fits into this. BISHOP God chooses those to enter into the Divine Kingdom (beat) Don't be afraid, Mr. Byron. Your stairway upwards is very close now. You will pass through fire. BYRON ...so you do know my name. I was wrong about you. (beat) But the problem is here. The problem we've got, is that when I woke up this morning, there was only one person on my list of people to get even with. And Bishop...Semyaza...none of 'em made the list. GUN (whispering to Byron) Feel that cold thing again, Walter? Do you know what that is? That's the bell, Walter....tolling and tolling and tolling and- BISHOP These moments are yours, Walter. Use them. Pray. GUN Pray Walter. Pray you got what it takes. Are you going let me down by letting yourself down? You must be strong...for her sake. BYRON I ain't religious. BISHOP Prayer is for everyone. Though it might not change the nature of God, it changes the nature of self. GUN Time is slowing ticking to your death. (beat) ...waste this shithead. As Byron is talking and sitting on the stairs, he slowly reaches into his sock, where a small little pistol has been concealed by his pant leg and shoe. BISHOP ...God wills that the evil and unjust in His eyes will be sacrificed. Rosochev has asked God to cleanse the land, and God has asked me to oblige Him. BYRON You're just fucking crazy. Bishop doesn't even take notice, but kisses a cross on his neck and unsheathes his sword. BYRON (CONT'D) ...and I promise I'm gonna make you realize that. BISHOP When I find the angel you have hidden, it will be complete. And I will find her. Soon she will join you. Do not be afraid. Bishop seems extremely confident and willing to do anything his "God" asks of him, and advances on Byron who is still sitting down. However, Byron now has his whole hand on the grip of the pistol. BYRON I ain't afraid. Good guys...saints...they might find themselves quivering in their coveralls. But you and me both know it's the darkest souls that survive, like fucking roaches after a nuclear war. BISHOP Hm. Perhaps you think you are a hero? Heroes don't fear either. Saints and heroes have erred in their pride... BYRON (reaches into shirt for cigarettes but can't find any) I ask myself what the difference between a hero and a coward was. There is no difference. At one time or another everyone's felt fear. It's what one person does that the other doesn't do that makes him a hero. (beat) Saints and heroes...that's just another name for sympathy after the fact. Bishop continues to advance on Byron who is still nonchalantly sitting on the stairs. As Byron says this he pulls out his gun and points it at Bishop. BYRON (CONT'D) ...but of course...I ain't a saint. Bishop seems startled and steps back a little bit. Byron winks and fires off a shot that takes Bishop in the side of the face. He falls to the ground, not even screaming, but holding his face. Byron stands up, still holding the gun. Bishop seems to gain a foothold and stands up shakily, his back to his adversary. Slowly he drops his hands and turns to Byron, who gasps. The ninja-assasin's eyes have all but been obliterated by the shot, and he blindly looks toward the direction of Byron, his face stolid and unflinching. BYRON (CONT'D) ....geezus Christ. The ninja reaches down, easily picks up the sword that is lying next to him like he knows exactly where it was all along, and advances on Byron. He swings the sword and Byron barely ducks the blow, and dives out of the way. BYRON (CONT'D) ...let me introduce you to my God. BISHOP (oddly calm despite the fact he has no eyes) God is ubiquitous, unquestionable. You are deceived, Walter. Now...pray. The beacon in the pearly heavens is shining down. They call to you. Bishop leaps again, but Byron manages to just get out of the way, and a pinch of hair gets sliced by the sword. BISHOP (CONT'D) Do you intend to defy the Almighty? I have seen his Word. Logos. His will must not be ebbed by heresy! (beat) It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind, that you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong unto others and therefore unto yourself. (beat) And for that wrong committed must you knock and wait a while unheeded at the gate of the blessed. Do you claim righteousness for servitude to darkness??!! As Bishop tries to run at Byron again, Byron simply lifts the gun and shoots at Bishop, who falls face down on the ground. Byron smirks and grabs a pair of keys from the ninja's pockets. BYRON (quoting) The murdered is not unaccountable for his own murder, And the robbed is not blameless in being robbed. (beat) "The righteous is not innocent of the deeds of the wicked, and the white-handed is not clean in the doings of the felon." After this little soliloquy, Byron jumps up the stairs and uses the keys to open the door. The house is fairly modest, nothing special, and small. A lot of Oriental art and weaponry is decorated on the walls. BYRON (V.O.) (CONT'D) It's not everybody that's got a Colt .38 for a conscience. He sees that there are a set of stairs that lead up to the second level, and cautiously advances upwards, his gun ready. INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM - NIGHT Frankie has a bag over his head and is sitting watching a tortured victim of Bishop, tied to the ceiling and unconscious. As Byron bursts in, Frankie reacts and tries to grab a Beretta...but he's too late. BANG! And blood flows wild... Byron takes a sickened look at Veronica, battered and bruised and hanging from the ceiling. He screams and shoots once with the .38 at the rope. It snaps and the woman falls to the floor. He turns her over and finds her almost dead. BYRON ..Veronica. Ohh....geezus. You little Judas. (beat) Veronica, babe...you hear me? VERONICA (slowly turns over, gasps) ....sorry, hot stuff. (beat) ...got...caught...'fore you found me. But..but it's good this way....you shouldn't a been the one to...to do it. (beat) You got...in this...sorry, babe.... (beat) ....luv ya. And now Veronica, the second Goudreau to fall within 24 hours, is dead. Byron is very stolid. He leans over her for awhile, and shuts her eyelids. BYRON (whispering) He got to you, didn't he love? You tried to barter, to beg, but he wouldn't listen. He didn't want anything you could give him....he never stopped. Not until it was over. GUN She suffered greatly before the end. What a painful way to leave the world. Where was the saint this time? Suddenly Byron chokes a little bit, and a few tears scatter down his cheeks. BYRON (crying) I'm sorry, babe. I tried to find him, tried to find you, but you were always best at hiding. Even though she's dead, her face stony and silent, her voice is still with Byron. VERONICA (dead, hallucination) What are you going to do Byron? Please don't get killed. The ninja, he wasn't even close to Rosochev. GUN Rosochev has become the worst kind of demon that Purgatory has known. He has to be wiped out. VERONICA At what expense? Please, Byron...don't go. I died so you wouldn't have to! Vengeance, that's not a reason to go! That's not a reason to die! GUN ...it's the only reason. VERONICA Byron I loved you. Don't die you bastard! Byron stands up. He notices the Beretta still lying on the table where Frankie tried to grab it....it's Byron's gun. He picks it up and sets the .38 down. BYRON I won't be needing this... VERONICA Where are you going? Byron, where are you going? BYRON I'm going to show you that there is a God. (beat) Sleep well, beautiful. Byron leaves. INT. BISHOP'S HOUSE - NIGHT Byron is walking towards the front door. He takes a final look at the house, and turns around. But then he hears a sound like footsteps. Cautiously he freezes and listens. The footsteps try to be quiet, but they are getting louder the closer they come. Finally they're right on top of the detective. Byron flicks out the Beretta and whirls around, the gun pointed at the sound. Felix Myers, a little bloodied, drops the sledgehammer he's carrying. FELIX Byron. ...ah...Byron. BYRON (lowers gun) Felix. FELIX I tried to meet you, sir. Got conked on the head pretty heavy. Woke up in some dinky bathroom tied to the shower. Broke out okay, though... BYRON ...glad to hear it. FELIX Did you take care of the invisible stalker that gave me a goose-egg? BYRON ...it's all done. (beat) I have one more thing left to do. FELIX Right. BYRON And you're not coming. Go back to the hotel. Alexis is there...take her to the morgue. FELIX (jumps) The morgue?? BYRON You're a cop. You have access. Show her number 1943220. Let her see her brother. (pause) Then, bring her to the mansion? FELIX (questioning Byron's sanity) What are you trying to do, man? Take her to see her goddamn dead brother and then toss her back to her father? What the hell are you thinking? BYRON Don't question anything, just do it. Bring her there... FELIX ...you'd...you'd better be right. Where are you gonna go? BYRON The mansion. FELIX (uncertainly, but understanding what Byron has to do) Can you do it alone? BYRON I'd better. Felix nods again and watches Byron walk out the door. CUT TO: EXT. ROSOCHEV MANSION - NIGHT Outside of the mansion the high, pointed, steel bars of a fence prevent intruders from getting inside. But Byron has ever intention of getting in. His car stops at the gate. He looks rather awkwardly at the fence. He backs up. He stomps on the gas. The gate becomes awkward. Getting out of the car, the Beretta by his side, he casually shoots the two perimeter guards that are investigating the disturbance. Byron takes one look at them and keeps walking. BYRON (V.O.) Justice Divine has weighed, the doom is clear... And he reaches the front door. He takes a long hard look at them, and the camera angle looks down on him gazing up at them. BYRON (V.O.) (CONT'D) All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here... And in he goes. INT. HANNIBAL'S PRIVATE SUITE - NIGHT Hannibal is sadly sitting in a big comfy chair, looking at a roaring fire in the fireplace. His eyes are melancholy but accepting. There are several shouts, screams, sounds of bodies emptying redness. But Hannibal ignores them entirely over his music, a piece by Bach. Finally, after a short while, Byron walks in, again casually. Hannibal notices him and lazily acknowledges his presence. Byron stumbles across the floor, gets a good look around, a deep breath... BYRON Good evening Mr. Hannibal. My name is Walter Byron. I'm here to kill you. HANNIBAL But of course you are. I was wondering when you were gonna show up. (beat) You're quite to the point aren't you? That's a good quality... BYRON I hope that won't be a problem. HANNIBAL Oh, no no! I love a man who doesn't weigh down the topic with a bunch of poetry. That kind of a man doesn't lose his audience in his words. Most people only get the first five words out of a sentence. (beat) And here you are and you just said all five. BYRON You're fairly calm for a dead man. HANNIBAL Eh....careful. I'm not dead yet. Dead men are calm, Mr. Byron. (beat) Would you are for a drink before you shoot me? BYRON What if I get a little dizzy and miss when I shoot you? I'd hate to be defeated this late in the game...and when I have such a lead. HANNIBAL Well if you miss then maybe you'll hit me in the leg. Or the arm. And then you'd have to hear me scream before you finally got it right. In the head. Or the heart, here. (beat) You'd like to hear me scream. I know this, if you don't. Heheh...but you of course know. That's why you're here...that's the...apogee of your purpose here. That is...why you've come. So...either way you win. (beat) Red wine, white...or are you a whiskey man? BYRON It's all the same to me. HANNIBAL Red it is then. A red poison for a red affair. Carefully Hannibal slides a wine glass across the table, after pouring two glasses, and steps back towards the fireplace. HANNIBAL (CONT'D) (eyes lowered) You saw Isaac. BYRON What was left of him. HANNIBAL (grins) Well... He served his purpose. BYRON (sips his wine) He was your son. HANNIBAL Yes. But all sons should be willing to die for their fathers, don't you think? Isn't that a fathers right? BYRON I guess that's one more thing I don't have in common with you. HANNIBAL To each his own. (beat) How's the wine? BYRON Tastes like blood. I lied earlier. I'm not much of a wine man. HANNIBAL (holds up his glass) There's rye in the cupboard. BYRON No thanks. HANNIBAL Hmmm. You saw Alexis too I imagine. I couldn't find her so I....I assumed the vigilante cop that was methodically razing my shadow boys must have found her first. You wouldn't be here if you hadn't. Or maybe you would. How is the sweet girl? BYRON (clenches fists) ... HANNIBAL (smiles) It was more difficult to order her doom, though, I'll give her that. Still... (beat) You killed Bishop too, I suppose... BYRON Oh, you mean that religious psychopath with the sword? Yeah...yeah I killed him too. He put up a helluva fight, though...I'll give him that. Even when I took away his eyes... (reflects) First real fanatic I ever really met. Of all the people I've killed tonight, not counting you, he'll be the only one I don't have any regrets about. (beat) And hell, if it hadn't been for me, you'd be one smiling motherfucker right now. I reckon you'd be smiling plenty with all of Purgatory in your pockets. HANNIBAL Huh. You figured me out pretty well, Mr. Byron. BYRON (smiles proudly) Thanks. Took me awhile, too long, but... HANNIBAL (puts wine glass down) She suffers Isaac's obligation, Mr. Byron. This is a family matter. Just the three of us...ah, two of us. And you are not family. BYRON (grimaces) I felt...obligated. Each and every time a maniac decides to feed his children to a samurai assassin, I feel a little obligated. (pause) I see your kind sometimes, the darker scum in Purgatory. Your like a fat, fucking fish. The black slimy kind that live near the bottom and suck up the shit of the other animals. That's all you ever are to me, your whole fucking pack of psychopaths. HANNIBAL You have a dark picture of me in your mind. BYRON It can get darker. (beat) Sit down on the couch. I don't want a mess (Hannibal gives him a speculative look) The cushions, they soak up the blood pretty nice. I'll be burning this place down in five minutes anyway, but it's the principle of the thing. HANNIBAL (stumbles back into the couch) Principles. Now that's an irony I need an explanation for. BYRON ...even guys like me have principles. HANNIBAL (starts to laugh) Hahah! You..you are quite a match Mr. Byron, and for that I am glad. It would be...unfavourable...to face a bullet from any other man. (beat) And I'm all about favourites. If it's you, then that's a good thing. The Bagman came close...but not like this, not like this. My match! Hahah! ...my match unto death. (pause) You like my poetry? You remind me of a man that likes good poetry. (beat) Do you imagine this to be true? Who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed? There is a long pause as Byron surveys Hannibal and takes his gun out, never answering the question. BYRON (starts fitting three bullets into his gun) You know how guys in movies always start counting off strikes, like when they're in a tense circumstance and are giving their enemies these chances? Like strike one, strike two, etc.? It occurred to me on the way over here that nobody really says that anymore. It's a generation thing, I guess. (beat) But like you're all about favourites, I'm all about tradition. So. The Three Bears...funny, you know that they're not supposed to miss? HANNIBAL ...are we talking about you, me, or fairy tales now? BYRON (ignores Hannibal) Papa Bear, Mama Bear, and Baby Bear. HANNIBAL Is this one of your principles? BYRON I'm preaching cleanliness. That's right, a principle. I'm washing the blood off both of our hands right now. HANNIBAL (sweating) Tell me, Mr. Byron. Which type are you? BYRON (slams the clip back into his Beretta) Type? HANNIBAL The honest cop, or the smart cop? Answer truthfully please...' BYRON Can't I be both? HANNIBAL No. BYRON Then I'd say I'm the smart type. HANNIBAL (smiles) Smart cops know when to cut their losses. BYRON You mean a bribe. That is what you mean, Hannibal? A bribe? HANNIBAL (coyly) You're not stupid to the rules, not in this game... BYRON It'd take more than figures than you have to make up the innocent blood at your feet. (beat) Save your money, Mr. Rosochev ....the Devil isn't cheap these days. With that Byron takes aim and blasts a hole in his left knee. Hannibal screams as blood pounds between his fingers and splatters on the upholstery. BYRON (CONT'D) That's Bear number 1. Too hot. (as a matter-of-factly) Notice if you will how well those cushions are mopping up the blood. I want you to notice, Mr. Rosochev, how your house, generally, is remaining clean, pure, spotless. (beat) Look, I said! He grabs Hannibal's head and points it at the wound in the older man's shoulder. BYRON (CONT'D) I will draw an analogy to your predicament. All the blood you've shed...geeezus, I must've hit your femoral...goddamn! Hahaha! All the blood you've shed, Mr. Rosochev...I'm cleaning it up for you. I'm making as sure as I can that you, as a whole, will remain untainted. (beat) Now who could ask more from their murderer? Byron takes aim again and the force of the bullet explodes a wet, pink cloud from Hannibal's shoulder, and he crunches his teeth down in excruciation. BYRON (CONT'D) Bear number 2. A little too cold. (beat) A clean slate, Han. As soon as this bullet goes through, a clean slate. For you and me and all of Purgatory. Tonight the darkness ends. Now close your eyes. Hannibal is ultimately in utter agony, and frantic as he feels the cold barrel of Byron's gun planted on his forehead. HANNIBAL "If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought." BYRON (flinches for an instant) ...so somebody in this dump does read after all. (beat) I've done some serious soul searching all night, Hannibal...and I did come to a revelation. It's like William Golding talked about with the heart of darkness. (beat) The heart of darkness. I've been there, man...I...have seen it, all 40 blocks of it. But we're talking about the human heart right? Everybody's got a pinch of black here and there, that's just the human frickin' way of doing a balancing act. (beat) But you...you fuckin' tipped those divine scales, turned your heart into a tarpit. That's why I'm your match, right? Why it's me and only me standing here shooting you up. Me and my big heart...probably as black as yours, but at least it's black for all the right reasons. (pause) ....so I guess...what I'm trying to say...is you're right. On a personal level, the 'cause for this Ragnarok-beginning is dwelling right here. (pats his heart with his gun) And as I see it, and somebody told me I'm always right about these things, my big pumping ticker is also the reason Purgatory has a glimpse of light. Veronica, now she coulda put a little sunshine in....but you and me both know that isn't gonna happen. So what about Alexis? Alexis...Alexis was gonna be the balance, right and true. But she's leaving.....I'm making sure she doesn't stay in this place, so she's leaving. That means now I got my work cut out for me. Now I gotta be the reason Purg-burg doesn't drop into oblivion...and that's a job for a saint. HANNIBAL (crying) You..you...you aren't free of this! You're as doomed as me! You'll...pay...goddamnit, you'll pay! BYRON (looks up) We all pay a different price in the end. I have the honor of paying for your sins. But you....hm..you'll pay a different kind of price. HANNIBAL What will...what will they think ...of you...ahhaha....haha! Everbody, this town, your friends. What will they think of you?!! You're a filthy murderer Walter. That's all you are...that's all you are!!! BYRON (nods in silent agreement) Then we do have something in common.... HANNIBAL They'll hate you!! They will..the murderer....of the saviour of Purgatory!! Me!! How coudln't they!!?? You'll be hunted down...you're dead Walter....you don't have anyone! She's dead to you if you kill me!!! Byron seems taken aback by this and releases the pressure of the gun on Hannibal's forehead. The gun is still pointing at him however as the cop whistles into the other room. BYRON "Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I shall endure." (beat) You, Mr. Rosochev...the fuckin' god of mercy I hope on you. I don't for a goddamn minute envy what you'll endure. I'll face the fire someday, but you're goin' first and you're gonna be the first of our company to know the richest tortures of whatever Hell I'm sending you to. (beat) Alexis! Come out... Alexis shyly peers out from behind the doorway, tears stricken across her cheeks, and her eyes red. She walks timidly over to Byron and stares down at her father. Hannibal watches her with a mixture of fear and apprehension. HANNIBAL Alexis!! ALEXIS (painfully in a whisper) Daddy.... (pause) I saw Isaac. I saw what you did to him. Byron, I was with him. He had me to go the morgue. I saw him... You killed him Daddy. You killed my brother. You arranged it. You arranged to kill my brother. And Isaac, he didn't do anything. (beat) And you were gonna kill me too. And I don't know why either. Maybe you don't have a reason. And maybe you do, but I don't care, 'cause no reason you give me is gonna bring Isaac back. (beat) You're dead to me Daddy. But I'm sorry. I am, y'know. But...I don't want anybody else to die. Isaac...he was a good man. And he wouldn't want anybody else to die either. HANNIBAL ...Alexis, this is a mistake! I love you! I've always loved you! I don't want to hurt you!! (beat) Please, Alex...I'm your father!! (beat) I love you... ALEXIS (calmly stoops and kisses Hannibal's forehead) I love you too Daddy. But sometimes...sometimes we gotta let the people we love die. Sometimes we gotta kill 'em. (beat) ...and then, afterwards, we know it was the right thing to do. Because then nobody else will die. (beat) Goodbye, Daddy. Byron takes aim at Hannibal now. HANNIBAL No! NO! Alexis!! Alexis turns away as Byron fits the gun back to Hannibal's forehead. He flinches a little, and by now tears and blood are streaming down his face. BYRON (quietly) Alexis. Don't turn away. I want you to see. (cocks the hammer) I want you too see what happens to evil men. Alexis slowly turns around again and Byron nods and turns back to Hannibal. In a single instant he pulls back on the trigger. There is a CU of the side of the gun as it fires. And then a fading blackness. FADE TO BLACK. BYRON (O.S.) (CONT'D) (sadly, but with a knowledge that the reign of terror is over now) Bear number 3. Just right. BYRON (V.O.) (CONT'D) "All our revels now are ended..." But like I told her, the angel, the angel Alexis before things turned into the Hell I was running away from. I told her that there was an evil in Purgatory...this big hydra of an evil. EXT. CITYSCAPE - NIGHT The moon is up and sirens sound off in the distance. BYRON (V.O.) I chopped off one head. But that only made room for more. Purgatory will never be rid of evil. Just like it will never be rid of good. That's the curse of this place... The good, the bad, and the gray shit that fills in the cracks. The bad will always find a way back here. The gray will always be here. And the good....huh, the good is the responsibility of a saint. 'Course...I ain't a saint. THE END