Trent: Mid forties, Caucasian, male. Soft spoken. Has been in law enforcement for over twenty years and a detective for ten of those years. Is very thorough and methodical in his investigations as well as his life. Has seen a lot and carries it with him. Has always been a bit cynical but is driven by his genuine compassion for people. Is utterly uncompromising in his convictions.
Miles, a suspected murderer about whom not much is known, is hiding at a isolated barn in the woods. When he is discovered by detectives Trent and Ben, he is surprised by their presence but seems preoccupied and maybe even slightly afraid of something else. Ben and Trent are here on a an unlikely lead but after days of fruitless searching, it's the only lead they
Simon Miles: Mid-thirties, male. Was
declared insane after killing his parents when he was a teenager, but
he may have been faking. Has since been found to be sane. He is
intelligent, patient, meticulous, and calculating.
Miles, a suspected murderer about whom not much is known, is hiding at a isolated barn in the woods. When he is discovered by detectives Trent and Ben, he is surprised by their presence but seems preoccupied and maybe even slightly afraid of something else. Ben and Trent are here on a an unlikely lead but after days of fruitless searching, it's the only lead they
EXT. OLD BARN - TRENT’S CAR - NIGHT
Ben follows Trent as he walks to the corner of the barn.
Trent peeks around the corner before stepping around it. He
scans the woods with the flashlight. Ben checks behind them.
Trent steps around the corner.
BAM!
A BULLET RIPS PAST him into the dirt.
Trent leaps back. He and Ben draw their weapons.
Miles is on the roof.
TRENT
Miles? Simon Miles?
MILES
Who are you?
TRENT
I’m Detective Baker. I’d like to
talk to you for a minute if you put
your gun down.
MILES
I really doubt you’re here just to
talk.
TRENT
And why do you think we’re here?
MILES
You tell me.
Trent deliberates.
TRENT (WHISPERS TO BEN)
Find a way onto the roof.
Ben nods and silently retreats. Shuts off his light.
TRENT
Simon Miles. You had to know it
would catch up to you some day.
MILES
"It"? What is "it"?
Ben creeps silently along the wall. There is no apparent way
up on the front of the barn.
TRENT
TRENT
It seems a wake of death follows
after you. Every place you moved,
it was only a small matter of time
before someone you interacted with
met an untimely end.
MILES
Everyone dies. Everyone’s met
someone who has died or will die
but that’s not evidence that they
killed them.
BEN
He stalks down the side. Still no way up that he can see.
TRENT
Denver, LA, San Francisco, Seattle,
Phoenix, and now here. Twelve dead,
fourteen with the couple from two
days ago. All dead under the
influence of the same hallucinogen
and all interacted with you.
Beat.
MILES
Who put that together?
BEN
He reaches the corner and stops. Cautiously peers around the
corner. No way onto the roof.
TRENT
TRENT
"The best laid plans."
Beat.
MILES
Every thing you mentioned is purely
coincidental and not even
circumstantial. So either you’re
here in official capacity for some
other reason or you’re here
unofficially chasing a very weak
and outrageous theory. What exactly
is it you are intending to do?
Ben rejoins Trent. Ben shakes his head and Trent nods.
TRENT
The agency that I work for has been
keeping its eye on you and has
authorized me to handle situations
like this at my discretion. This
leaves you two options. You toss
your gun then bring yourself down
so I can arrest you, or me and my
partner cut you down in cross fire
while defending ourselves from an
armed suspect.
Silence.
TRENT (WHISPERS TO BEN)
Go back around. Get into position
so you have a shot but make sure he
doesn’t see you.
Ben nods.
A THUD from around the corner. Trent sneaks a quick peek. A
handgun lies on the ground. He motions for Ben to stay put.
TRENT
Good choice Simon.
No comments:
Post a Comment