Episode Eleven
Vengeance
Part Three
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AT SLOAN’S APARTMENT. SLOAN ENTERS AND RESETS HER SECURITY ALARM. TOM WALKS IN BEHIND HER AND UNZIPS HIS JACKET, THEN REMOVES IT. (SIGH)
Sloan: I’m tired of living like this.
Tom: You know even if they get Lynch I wouldn’t count on life getting any easier.
TOM SITS ON A STOOL AT HER CENTER ISLAND.
Sloan: That’s reassuring.
SLOAN WALKS TO THE FRIDGE AND OPENS IT.
Tom: No point in lying.
Sloan: (turning to look at him) I know.
Tom: No one says you have to continue. You can leave all this. Go somewhere safe.
SLOAN CROSSES TO THE ISLAND AND LOOKS DOWN AT TOM.
Sloan: Quit?
Tom: You don’t have to put the genie back in the bottle.
Sloan: I let it out.
Tom: You did more than your share.
SHE THINKS ABOUT THIS. SLOAN LEANS ON THE ISLAND AND LOOKS ACROSS AT TOM.
Sloan: I like the idea of leaving this all behind.
Tom: But it’s not who you are, is it?
SLOAN SHAKES HER HEAD.
Sloan: Maybe after a good night’s sleep I’ll change my mind.
SLOAN WALKS AROUND THE ISLAND AND HEADS FOR HER BEDROOM. TOM WATCHES HER WALK AWAY.
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AT A SEEDY APARTMENT. LYNCH-ALIKE LIES ON A BED, READING TABLOIDS AND NEWSPAPERS. ONE HEADLINE READS, ‘Dead Serial Killer Returns?’ HE FLIPS ANGRILY THROUGH THE ‘NATIONAL INQUIRER’. HE STARES UP AT THE WINDOW, THEN LOOKS BACK DOWN AT THE TABLOID. HE GLANCES BACK UP AT THE WINDOW AND WE SEE A RED DOT FROM A LASER SIGHTING TRAVEL UP HIS BODY. LYNCH-ALIKE SEES ITS GLOW IN THE WINDOW SHEAR AND DIVES BEHIND THE BED JUST AS BULLETS SHATTER THE WINDOW. LYNCH-ALIKE CRAWLS TO THE DOOR AND OPENS IT AS BULLETS CONTINUE TO SPRAY THE ROOM. HE SLIDES OUT OF THE ROOM AND AWAY FROM THE GUNFIRE.
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AT SLOAN’S APARTMENT. SLOAN LIES IN HER BED, ASLEEP. WE HEAR A GUNSHOT AND SHE SITS BOLT UPRIGHT IN BED, LOOKING AROUND. THE APARTMENT IS DARK AS SLOAN CRAWLS OUT FROM UNDER THE BEDCOVERS. THE CAMERA PANS INTO THE LIVING ROOM TO REVEAL TOM ASLEEP ON THE LOVESEAT, BLANKET COVERING HIM. SLOAN PAUSES AT THE EDGE OF HER BEDROOM AREA AND LOOKS DOWN AT TOM. (NO DOUBT THINKING ABOUT HOW CUTE HE LOOKS WHEN HE’S ASLEEP, AND ADMIRING HIM IN THAT LITTLE WHITE MUSCLE SHIRT HE’S SLEEPING IN.) SLOAN WARILY WALKS ACROSS THE LIVING ROOM AREA, PAST TOM, WHO DOESN’T STIR. SLOAN CHECKS ALL AROUND THE APARTMENT AS SHE MAKES HER WAY TO THE DOOR AND THE VIDEO MONITOR. THE MONITOR SHOWS NOTHING BUT AN EMPTY HALLWAY. SLOAN TURNS AND STARTS TO WALK BACK TO HER BED.
Tom: Sloan?
SLOAN LOOKS DOWN AT TOM.
Tom: Everything alright?
Sloan: Yeah, I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.
SLOAN WALKS BACK TO HER BED. TOM CHECKS HIS WATCH, LYING ON THE ARM OF THE SMALL SOFA, THEN CLOSES HIS EYES. SLOAN GETS INTO BED.
CUT TO DAYTIME. THE SUN BRIGHTENS SLOAN’S BEDROOM AS SHE SLEEPS PEACEFULLY. TOM, STILL WEARING THAT WHITE MUSCLE SHIRT (OH MY!) APPROACHES HER BED SLOWLY. HE LEANS DOWN AND GENTLY SHAKES HER SHOULDER.
Tom: Sloan.
SLOAN TURNS TOWARDS HIS VOICE, THEN BLINKS OPEN HER EYES.
Tom: (insistently) Get out of bed.
Sloan: (sleepily) Whatsa matter?
SLOAN SLOWLY SITS UP AND LOOKS TO HER RIGHT. ON HER SHEETS NEXT TO HER IS A DEAD MONKEY, ITS BLOOD POOLED UNDERNEATH IT. SLOAN BACKS AWAY FROM IT WITH A YELP AND FIGHTS HER WAY OUT OF THE BED. TOM IS LOOKING REALLY TASTY IN THAT SHIRT. SHE KEEPS BACKING UP UNTIL SHE HITS THE WALL, HER MOUTH HANGING OPEN IN SHOCK AND FRIGHT AS SHE STARES AT THE ANIMAL.
Tom: Must be a monkey from the lab.
SLOAN LOOKS UP AS TOM BACKS AWAY FROM THE BED. SLOAN STARES UP AT THE MIRROR ABOVE HER DRESSER. ‘YOU WILL ALL DIE’ IS WRITTEN ACROSS IT IN BLOOD. SLOAN SINKS TO THE FLOOR.
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AT THE BIO LAB. ED WALKS THROUGH A DOOR INTO A HALLWAY AND STOPS BEFORE SLOAN AND TOM.
Ed: It’s definitely James. Lock was ripped off his cage.
ATTWOOD HURRIES TOWARDS THEM.
Attwood: Which means that Lynch got by all the lab security protocols. Nobody saw or heard anything.
ATTWOOD ENTERS A SMALL CONFERENCE ROOM AND TOM, SLOAN AND ED FOLLOW. ATTWOOD CONTINUES THROUGH AND STARTS TALKING TO A MAN IN THE HALLWAY.
Ed: I was working late, at least one or two.
Tom: But the problem is, he got past me. He got into the apartment. I didn’t hear him or sense him.
TOM SITS ON A TABLE. SLOAN STANDS ABOVE HIM.
Sloan: They obviously perfected their masking ability. Because of you they’d have to. Amazing. There are more of them than we ever imagined possible and yet they’re getting harder and harder to find.
ED POURS COFFEE FOR SLOAN AND HIMSELF.
Ed: So much for the ole press conference helping.
ATTWOOD BUSTLES BACK INTO THE ROOM.
Attwood: We don’t have time to wait for somebody else to take care of Lynch. I’m going to have to move you to a secure location.
Sloan: A safe house?
Attwood: It’s the only way to keep you two alive. Your bags are already packed. There’s a car waiting for you downstairs.
TOM GRABS SLOAN’S HAND AND LEADS HER OUT.
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AN UNMARKED POLICE CAR DRIVES DOWN A ROAD BORDERED ON BOTH SIDES BY TALL TREES. IT PULLS TO A STOP NEXT TO AN AIRSTREAM TRAILER, WHICH IS BEING EXITED BY A MEMBER OF A SECURITY FORCE. A WOODEN CABIN SITS A FEW YARDS AWAY FROM THE TRAILER, AND SUVS ARE PARKED ALL ALONG THE ROAD. THE CABIN SITS BEFORE A SMALL POND, AND WOODS SURROUND THE SITE. TOM AND SLOAN EXIT THE POLICE CAR. SLOAN SMILES AT TOM AS SECURITY PEOPLE SCAN THE AREA, RIFLES IN HAND. SLOAN IS WEARING A BRIGHT RED JACKET THAT JUST SCREAMS ‘HERE I AM, SHOOT ME’.
Sloan: Is this what you meant by getting away?
Tom: Not exactly, but uh, we’ll make the best of it.
TOM AND SLOAN HEAD TOWARDS THE CABIN AND WE SEE LYNCH-ALIKE, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE POND, WATCHING THEM.
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AT THE CABIN. INSIDE, SLOAN SITS CURLED UP ON A SOFA, READING, WHILE TOM TENDS TO THE WOODSTOVE IN THE CORNER. TOM WALKS OVER AND LEANS ON THE BACK OF THE SOFA, LOOKING OVER SLOAN’S SHOULDER.
Tom: Don't you ever read for pleasure, hmm?
SLOAN LOOKS UP AT HIM WITH A SMILE.
Sloan: This is pleasure.
HE LAUGHS AND GIVES HER A ‘WHATEVER’ LOOK, THEN WALKS TO THE KITCHEN. SHE LAUGHS AT HIS LOOK. A KNOCK SOUNDS ON THE DOOR.
Voice: Dr. Parker?
SLOAN LOOKS UP, THEN WALKS OVER TO THE DOOR. SHE OPENS IT, AND WE SEE ONE OF THE SECURITY GUYS.
Guard: Sorry to bother you. Orders are to check every hour.
Sloan: I’ve set my watch by you.
Guard: Well, let me know if you need anything.
Sloan: We’re fine. Keep warm.
Guard: Okay.
SLOAN CLOSES THE DOOR AND LOOKS OVER AT TOM.
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THE GUARD ENTERS THE AIRSTREAM TRAILER AND NODS AT ANOTHER GUARD, SEATED AT A TABLE. OUTSIDE THE TRAILER, WE SEE LYNCH-ALIKE USING A LEATHERMAN ALL-PURPOSE TOOL TO INSERT A SMALL PLASTIC TUBE UNDERNEATH THE STORM WINDOW OF THE TRAILER. HE TWISTS THE TOP OF A CANISTER AND WE HEAR GAS HISSING THROUGH THE TUBE AND INTO THE TRAILER. LYNCH-ALIKE DUCT TAPES THE HOSE IN PLACE, THE LEATHERMAN CLUTCHED BETWEEN HIS LIPS. (COOL! I HAVE ONE OF THOSE!) THE GUARDS INSIDE START COUGHING.
CUT BACK TO THE CABIN. SLOAN SITS IN A CHAIR WHILE TOM LOADS MORE WOOD INTO THE WOODSTOVE IN FRONT OF HER.
Sloan: Can I ask you a question?
Tom: Of course.
Sloan: It’s kind of personal.
Tom: So’s the fact that someone’s trying to kill us.
SLOAN SMILES IN AMUSEMENT, THEN SOBERS.
Sloan: I know we kind of talked earlier, but uh....Would you want a family some day?
TOM LOOKS UP AT HER, THEN STANDS AND WALKS TO A CHAIR.
Tom: I had a family.
HE SITS IN THE CHAIR.
Sloan: I mean a normal family.
Tom: Being a father was...never something I really considered.
Sloan: I know. But now?
Tom: I don’t know. I mean um, I guess a family would be nice. I definitely would’ve liked to have known my brother. He may have understood me in ways no one else could have.
Sloan: He might even have felt the way you do about humans.
TOM GETS UP AND CROUCHES BEFORE HER, TAKING HER HAND IN HIS OWN.
Tom: Hmm, maybe.
HE GIVES HER A SMALL SMILE, THEN WALKS SLOWLY AWAY. (DAMN HE’S SMOOTH.) SHE STARES AFTER HIM. (YOU KNOW SHE’S CHECKING THE PACKAGE!) TOM GRABS HIS COAT AND EXITS THE CABIN. HE LOOKS OVER AT THE GUARD STANDING ON THE PORCH AS HE CLOSES THE DOOR.
Guard: You need anything?
TOM WALKS DOWN THE STEPS.
Tom: No thanks.
HE TURNS BACK TO THE GUARD AND POINTS TO THE CABIN AS HE WALKS ON.
Tom: You watch her.
TOM WALKS OVER TO THE CHOPPING BLOCK AS THE GUARD STEPS OFF THE PORCH AND POSITIONS HIMSELF IN FRONT OF THE CABIN, NEXT TO THE TRAILER. (BOY I LOVE THIS SCENE.) LYNCH-ALIKE PEEPS IN THE BACK WINDOW OF THE TRAILER, SATISFIED THE GUARDS ARE OUT OF COMMISSION. TOM IS STANDING SOME YARDS AWAY, CHOPPING WOOD (DEAR LORD!), HIS BACK TO THE CABIN AND THE GUARD. LYNCH-ALIKE WALKS AROUND THE TRAILER AND BEHIND THE PORCH GUARD, SNAPPING HIS NECK AS TOM SWINGS THE AXE DOWN. LYNCH-ALIKE DRAGS THE GUARD’S BODY AWAY.
CUT TO SLOAN, READING INSIDE THE CABIN. SHE HEARS A KNOCK AND LOOKS UP. SHE GOES TO THE DOOR AND OPENS IT. LYNCH-ALIKE PUSHES HIS WAY IN, HAND SHOOTING UP TO COVER SLOAN’S MOUTH.
CUT BACK TO TOM, GATHERING THE WOOD HE’S CHOPPED AND STARING BACK TOWARDS THE CABIN. HE LOOKS AROUND, SEEING THE CABIN DOOR AJAR AND NOTICING THE MISSING GUARD. HE DROPS THE WOOD AND RUNS UP THE STEPS OF THE PORCH. HE PUSHES THE DOOR WIDE AND SEES THE DEAD PORCH GUARD LAYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR. TOM TURNS AND GRABS HIS GUN FROM A TABLE, THEN STALKS OVER TO THE TRAILER. HE OPENS THE DOOR AND STARTS COUGHING AS THE GAS POURS OUT. THE GUARDS INSIDE ARE DEAD. TOM TURNS AND LOOKS OUT TOWARDS THE POND. HE SEES MORE DEAD GUARDS.
Tom: LYNCH! LYNCH! LET HER GO! IT’S ME YOU WANT!
TOM TUCKS THE GUN INTO HIS WAISTBAND AT HIS BACK, THEN TAKES OFF, TEARING THROUGH THE WOODS. HE RUNS THROUGH THE TREES, DUCKING BRANCHES AND LEAPING OVER ROOTS. HE SEES MORE DEAD GUARDS. HE CONTINUES TO SEARCH FOR LYNCH-ALIKE AND SLOAN AS HE RUNS. TOM RACES AROUND SOME UNDERGROWTH AND SCREAMS SLOAN’S NAME. HE SLOWS AS HE ENTERS A CLEARING. TOM HAS CIRCLED THE POND AND COME BACK TO THE CHOPPING BLOCK. HE SEES SLOAN BENT OVER IT, HEAD UPON THE BLOCK, WITH LYNCH-ALIKE’S BOOT PRESSING HER DOWN. THE AXE DANGLES IN LYNCH-ALIKE’S RIGHT HAND. TOM STEPS FORWARD.
Lynch-alike: We’ve been waitin’ for ya.
TOM TAKES ANOTHER STEP CLOSER.
Tom: Let her go, Lynch.
LYNCH-ALIKE RAISES THE AXE ABOVE SLOAN’S NECK.
Lynch-alike: Move again and she dies. Just like your brother. Only more painfully.
LYNCH-ALIKE WIGGLES THE AXE MENACINGLY.
Tom: What do you want from me?
Lynch-alike: You took away what I want, what I can’t have back. My brother.
Tom: He wasn’t your brother!
Lynch-alike: Oh, that’s right. You’re the one who lost his brother. You wanna feel human emotions? Well you’re gonna feel them. Let’s see what it feels like, when someone you love dies before your eyes.
LYNCH-ALIKE STROKES SLOAN’S TEMPLE AND HAIR WITH THE AXE BLADE. HER EYES WIDEN IN TERROR, AND TEARS ROLL DOWN HER CHEEKS.
Tom: I’ll do whatever you want.
Lynch-alike: It’s too late. You’ve chosen your side. Our domination is inevitable. It’s even in their Bible. Genesis, Twenty-Five: ‘Two nations are in your womb...’
Tom: Don’t do this.
Lynch-alike: ‘...And the peoples from within you will be separated, and one people will be stronger.’
Tom: I don’t think so.
Lynch-alike: You’ve seen the pillar. In just months, there’s gonna be a lot of familiar faces.
TOM STARES INTENTLY AT HIM AS LYNCH-ALIKE TIGHTENS HIS EYES INTO SLITS. LYNCH-ALIKE BRINGS THE AXE UP. TOM REACHES BACK INTO HIS WAISTBAND AND PULLS OUT HIS GUN. HE AIMS AND FIRES AT LYNCH-ALIKE, EMPTYING HIS CLIP INTO THE MAN. SLOAN BACKS AWAY FROM CHOPPING BLOCK AND LYNCH-ALIKE SLUMPS ONTO IT WITH A GROAN. SLOAN STARES AT THE FALLEN MAN. TOM RACES OVER TO SLOAN, CROUCHED NEXT TO THE BLOCK.
Tom: (whispering frantically) Are you alright? Are you alright? You okay?
LYNCH-ALIKE RAISES HIS HEAD AND TOM AND SLOAN LOOK OVER AT HIM.
Lynch-alike: (weakly) I’ll see you...again.
HE SLUMPS BACK DOWN WITH A FINAL GROAN, DEAD. TOM HOLDS SLOAN.
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AT THE BIO LAB. IN ATTWOOD’S OFFICE. A NEWS REPORT PLAYS ON THE TV. ATTWOOD SITS AT HIS DESK AND ED PERCHES ON THE CORNER OF IT. THEY BOTH STARE INTENTLY AT THE SCREEN.
Anchor: In the wake of recent scientific confirmation that a new species of man has been discovered, bioanthropologists at Whitney University broke even more startling news today when they revealed that the new species of man they uncovered has the capability to clone.
THE REPORT CUTS TO ATTWOOD, SPEAKING AT THE PRESS CONFERENCE.
Attwood: (on the TV screen) We know they exist, and they know we know. We’re both earth’s most advanced life forms, sharing the same ecological niche. Whether we battle for vital resources or coexist, remains to be seen.
ATTWOOD FLICKS THE TV OFF.
Ed: (turning to Attwood) Eloquent.
Attwood: Lies. There will never be coexistence.
ATTWOOD TOSSES THE REMOTE CONTROL ON HIS DESK AND PICKS UP A PEN. ED LEAVES THE ROOM. ATTWOOD LOOKS UP AFTER HE GOES, DEEP IN THOUGHT.
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