Episode Eleven

Vengeance

Part Two

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AT THE BIO LAB. IN AN EXAMINING ROOM. ED SNIPS SOME HAIR FROM THE LOOK-ALIKE’S HEAD AS TOM LOOKS DOWN ON HIS DOUBLE, LYING ON A GURNEY. TOM’S WEARING A WHITE T-SHIRT UNDERNEATH A BLACK V-NECK SWEATER WITH LIGHT GREY PIPING AT THE COLLAR.

Ed: (looking up at Tom) Is this as weird for you as it is for me?
Tom: Weirder. Comparative DNA test?
Ed: Uh, yeah. I’m uh, also gonna take a blood sample. You sure you wanna be in here for this? I mean, y’know, once I open him up it’s liable to get kinda uh...messy.
Tom: I can handle it.
Ed: How come that doesn’t surprise me.

ED BENDS BACK DOWN OVER THE BODY. (BOY, I SHOULD PUT THAT ONE IN BOLD. IT’S QUITE THE BODY...)

Ed: Uhhh, so what do you think about this Lynch look-alike? He had to be the one behind blowing up your car.

ATTWOOD AND SLOAN ENTER THE ROOM.

Tom: Real Lynch wouldn’t have missed.
Ed: Unless he missed on purpose.
Tom: Exactly. And why would he kill my uh, brother, and not me?
Ed: Head games. If this is Lynch’s twin, he’s probably angry about his brother’s death.
Tom: Then he’d blame me the most.
Attwood: Ed’s probably right about this. I suggest we find the new Lynch. His brother was a rogue. My guess is, he’s one as well. And that makes him exceptionally dangerous.
Sloan: Ray’s gotten some cooperation out of the police department.
Attwood: Good, I’ll get him on the trail.

TOM LOOKS OVER AT SLOAN, THEN DOWN AT THIS LOOK-ALIKE (WHO HAS LOST HIS BLUE LIPSTICK).

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A BUSY RESIDENTIAL STREET. THE LYNCH-ALIKE EXITS A BUILDING AND WALKS DOWN THE FRONT STEPS. HE SCANS THE STREET. HE’S WEARING REALLY NICE BLACK JEANS (MEMO TO TOM’S DRESSER!), A NICE BLACK LEATHER JACKET, PLAID RUGBY SHIRT AND THIS AWFUL BLACK AND WHITE POLKA-DOT MOCK T-NECK THING UNDERNEATH. RUINS A DECENT OUTFIT.

CUT TO RAY AND MARTIN IN A CAR. RAY SPOTS THE LYNCH-ALIKE.

Ray: (to Martin) Let’s go.

MARTIN STARTS THE CAR AND INTERCEPTS LYNCH-ALIKE. MARTIN AND RAY GET OUT OF THE CAR AND GRAB LYNCH-ALIKE, PUSHING HIM AGAINST THE HOOD.

Ray: Police!

RAY STARTS FRISKING LYNCH-ALIKE.

Martin: Here, let me handle this.
Ray: He’s clean.

LYNCH-ALIKE TURNS AND FACES RAY.

Lynch-alike: What’s going on?
Ray: What’s your name?
Lynch-alike: John Doe.
Ray: You know a guy named Randall Lynch?
Lynch-alike: Heard of him. He’s dead, innit he?
Ray: You’re his brother.
Lynch-alike: Is that a crime?
Ray: Well, it is to me. A witness identified you as being at the scene of a crime.
Lynch-alike: When?
Martin: A few nights ago.
Lynch-alike: I didn’t get in until last night. You wanna see my plane ticket?

HE GIVES RAY A SMALL SMILE THEN REACHES FOR HIS INNER BREAST COAT POCKET. RAY GRABS HIS ARM, PREVENTING HIM FROM REACHING UNDER HIS COAT. LYNCH-ALIKE PULLS OPEN HIS COAT AND SHOWS PLANE TICKETS POKING OUT OF HIS POCKET.

Lynch-alike: May I go now?
Ray: How ‘bout you come to the station to talk about this--
Lynch-alike: How ‘bout you get a warrant and then we can talk.

RAY LOOKS OVER AT MARTIN, WHO SHRUGS.

Martin: Sorry, Ray.

HE LOOKS AT LYNCH-ALIKE.

Martin: (to Lynch-alike) Get out of here.

LYNCH-ALIKE GIVES RAY A TINY WINK THEN STROLLS OFF.

Ray: This is a mistake.
Martin: Yeah, well, Lt. Quinn’s not gonna think so.
Ray: Something bothering you about Quinn?
Martin: Maybe.

THEY GET INTO THE CAR.

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AT THE BIO LAB. IN ATTWOOD’S OFFICE. ATTWOOD SITS BEHIND HIS DESK, READING A REPORT. ED ENTERS THE DOORWAY AND KNOCKS. ATTWOOD TURNS.

Attwood: Hi.
Ed: Hey.
Attwood: How you feeling?

ED ENTERS AND CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIM.

Ed: Better. It’s good to be back at work.
Attwood: Any progress?
Ed: Gotta tell you, y’know, Copeland was a maniac...

ED CLOSES THE OTHER DOOR TO ATTWOOD’S OFFICE.

Ed: But he knew how to spend his money. That gavitron out there, it’s only a sketch on our drawing board.
Attwood: And now it’s ours. The question is, what do we do with it?
Ed: I know exactly what to do with it.

ED LEANS OVER THE DESK AND LOOKS DOWN AT ATTWOOD.

Ed: Why not give them a taste of their own medicine?
Attwood: How?
Ed: Use gene therapy and genome mapping. Alter their message RNA to match ours.
Attwood: Do you think that’s possible?
Ed: If they can turn us into them, why can’t we turn them into us?
Attwood: You're talking about complete genogenisis.
Ed: That’s the idea.
Attwood: Well, don’t waste any time.

ED LEAVES AND ATTWOOD PICKS UP A PHONE AND STARTS DIALING.

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AT THE LIFE SCIENCES BUILDING. TOM AND SLOAN WALK THROUGH THE LOBBY, ON THEIR WAY OUT. TOM FIXES HIS JACKET. (HEEHEE, SORRY. THAT DISTRACTED ME. HAD TO REWIND IT.)

Sloan: Have you given any thought about what you’re going to do with your brother? His body?
Tom: Not really.
Sloan: He was family. You can’t just leave him in the morgue, they’ll bury him in an unmarked grave.
Tom: Well, I don’t feel like he was family. He was a stranger.
Sloan: Who either was coming here to find you or was killed because he was related to you.

THEY STOP IN FRONT OF THE GLASS DOORS.

Tom: And I should feel guilty that he died?
Sloan: You should feel something, don’t you think?
Tom: Like what?
Sloan: Like you’re lucky, to have a brother. Sad, that you never got to know him. He was your family.
Tom: (shaking his head) There was no connection. Maybe if I knew him, knew that he was like me, then I’d feel differently.

CUT TO LYNCH-ALIKE, SITTING IN A CAR OUTSIDE THE LIFE SCIENCES BUILDING, WATCHING TOM AND SLOAN TALK AS THEY STAND BEHIND THE GLASS DOORS. LYNCH-ALIKE LOWERS HIS WINDOW AND PRODUCES A BIG GUN WITH A SILENCER. HE AIMS AT SLOAN AND SHOOTS, HITTING A WOMAN WHO HAS JUST WALKED AROUND SLOAN AND OPENED THE DOOR. THE WOMAN, SHOT IN THE SHOULDER, CRUMPLES WITH A CRY OF PAIN. SLOAN AND TOM RUSH TO HER.

Sloan: (to Woman) Are you okay?

LYNCH-ALIKE SPEEDS OFF IN HIS CAR, THE SQUEALING TIRES CATCHING TOM’S ATTENTION. HE TURNS TO LOOK AS THE CAR DRIVES UP ONTO THE SIDEWALK AND STOPS INCHES IN FRONT OF TOM AND SLOAN. LYNCH-ALIKE STARES MENACINGLY AT TOM, THEN PUTS THE CAR IN REVERSE. TOM STANDS AND RACES AFTER LYNCH-ALIKE. LYNCH-ALIKE GETS THE CAR TURNED AROUND AND TOM IS THERE, BLOCKING HIS PATH. SLOAN STARES AS LYNCH-ALIKE GETS OUT OF THE CAR SLOWLY.

Tom: What do you want, Lynch?
Lynch-alike: Eventually, you.
Tom: I’m not gonna let you hurt anymore people just to get to me.
Lynch-alike: I’ll hurt who I want.

THEY STAND STARING AT EACH OTHER FOR A MOMENT (OOOH THE PULCHRITUDE!), THEN LYNCH-ALIKE BOLTS AWAY. TOM RACES AFTER HIM. TOM REACHES LYNCH-ALIKE, TACKLES HIM TO THE GROUND AND PUNCHES HIM IN THE FACE. LYNCH-ALIKE GRUNTS, THEN THROWS TOM OFF OF HIM AND PINS TOM THE THE GROUND, STRANGLING HIM. BLOOD FROM LYNCH-ALIKE’S MOUTH DRIPS DOWN ONTO TOM. A MAN RUNS UP AND GRABS LYNCH-ALIKE OFF OF TOM, GETTING HIS NECK QUICKLY SNAPPED FOR HIS TROUBLE. LYNCH-ALIKE THROWS THE BODY ON TOM, KNOCKING TOM BACK ONTO THE PAVEMENT. LYNCH-ALIKE RUNS OFF AND TOM SCRAMBLES UP AND LOOKS AFTER HIM. HE FEELS HIS SHIRT AND LOOKS AT THE BLOOD COVERING HIS HAND. SLOAN LOOKS OVER AT TOM AND HE KIND OF SIGHS AND SHRUGS.

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AT THE BIO LAB. ED STANDS OVER A MICROSCOPE WITH TOM STANDING BEHIND HIM. SLOAN STANDS A FEW FEET AWAY.

Ed: Well this should be a clean sample of his blood. Good work.
Tom: Thanks. So what have you found out, about my brother.

ED SITS AT A COMPUTER AND TOM AND SLOAN WALK OVER TO HIM.

Ed: DNA confirms that he was definitely your brother, uh, not a twin though. I mean, I think you were the same age, y’know born....uh, if your mother had four children at the same time, he was one of them.
Sloan: You may have other siblings out there.
Tom: I’m not expecting any reunions. Assuming they’re still alive.

ED LOOKS INTO A MICROSCOPE, THEN UP AT SLOAN.

Ed: You’d better take a look at this.

ED KEYS UP THE COMPUTER.

Ed: The blood on Tom’s jacket is one-point-six.
Tom: Coulda guessed that.
Ed: Maybe. But take a look at this.

WE SEE THE DNA DIFFERENTIAL PROGRAM WITH TWO SAMPLES ON THE COMPUTER SCREEN.

Ed: Okay, the one on the top is the blood from Tom’s jacket. The one on the bottom, Randall Lynch.
Tom: Identical twins.
Sloan: Identical twins don’t have the same DNA.
Tom: So Randall Lynch is dead and this new one isn’t his identical twin.
Ed: A feat of genetic engineering.
Sloan: A clone.
Ed: But we’re still theorizing. They’ve been doing it for thirty years.

TOM LOOKS UP AT SLOAN.

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AT THE BIO LAB. IN ATTWOOD’S OFFICE. ATTWOOD SITS AT HIS COMPUTER TABLE. SLOAN IS SEATED NEXT TO ATTWOOD’S DESK AND TOM STANDS WITH HIS ELBOW PROPPED ON TOP OF A FILE CABINET, WEARING A BLACK MOCK T-NECK. (HE MUST EITHER HAVE A LOT OF THOSE, OR ONLY ONE. WHAT DID HAPPEN TO ALL HIS CLOTHES? WHERE DOES HE LIVE? IF ALL HIS CLOTHES WERE IN HIS CAR, DID THEY GET BLOWN UP TOO? ARE THE BROWN PANTS GONE? THAT’S JUST WRONG.) OH, AND ED IS SITTING ON ATTWOOD’S COMPUTER TABLE, WIPING HIS NOSE WITH A TISSUE. ATTWOOD MOVES OVER AND SITS AT HIS DESK.

Attwood: I’ve reviewed your data. As far as I can tell, this Lynch is an exact genetic match to the original.
Sloan: Or, he was the original and Randall Lynch was one of the copies.
Attwood: Begging the question, how many copies are out there? If you can make one, you can make a hundred.
Tom: I doubt they’d make so many, they would be so conspicuous.
Ed: Regardless, it throws our species population projections way off. Instead of being two hundred thousand, it could be closer to six hundred or a million.
Sloan: Or more.
Attwood: And whoever’s controlling the cloning process is probably making sure only the best, the brightest, and the strongest are being cloned.
Sloan: A booster shot for survival of the fittest. This is bad news for the home team.

ED STANDS AND WALKS OVER TO ATTWOOD’S DESK, LEANING HIS HANDS ON IT.

Ed: Look, so what do we do about the one Lynch that is out there?
Attwood: Eliminate him.
Ed: Eliminate, you mean--Can’t your boss take care of that?
Attwood: Believe me, she’s looking for him.

TOM STEPS FORWARD.

Tom: Maybe we don’t have to to anything. Like Randall, this Lynch is just as much a rogue. Now I told you before his behavior would never be sanctioned. If they knew what he was doing they might take care of him themselves.
Attwood: So we shine a light on him, another press conference. My superiors feel it’s time that we give the press as much detailed evidence about the species anyway, so.
Tom: You know the risk. They might attack us even harder.
Attwood: Yes, but it’s the only way to get them the message.

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A LARGE CONFERENCE ROOM. CAMERA BULBS FLASH AS ATTWOOD STANDS SPEAKING AT A PODIUM. TOM, ED, AND SLOAN SIT AT A TABLE NEXT TO ATTWOOD, LISTENING. REPORTERS SIT BEFORE HIM.

Attwood: Based upon the last three months of research and investigation, our initial claim of a new hominid species remains unassailable.

REPORTERS SHOUT, VYING TO HAVE THEIR QUESTIONS ANSWERED.

Reporter #1: You say there are hundreds of thousands of this new species living among us? Attwood: That’s correct.

CUT TO THE INTERIOR OF A CAR. SOMEONE ADJUSTS THE DIAL OF THE RADIO, LISTENING TO ATTWOOD’S PRESS CONFERENCE.

Sloan: Our numbers are only estimates. The new species has multiple uteruses and early fertility. Moreover, new evidence indicates they have the ability to replicate themselves. Therefore we have no idea what the true number may be.

THE CAMERA PANS UP TO REVEAL LYNCH-ALIKE IN THE DRIVER’S SEAT. A TV NEWS VAN SITS PARKED ACROSS THE STREET FROM HIM. HE’S SITTING OUTSIDE THE PRESS CONFERENCE.

CUT BACK TO SLOAN, ANSWERING THE QUESTION. A REPORTER STICKS HER PEN UP.

Reporter #1: By replicate do you mean cloning and do you have any physical evidence to support this?
Attwood: In fact we do. This, as you may recall, is Randall Lynch, who committed suicide after his capture by Detective Ray Peterson.

ATTWOOD SHOWS A PHOTO OF LYNCH ON A TV SCREEN. HE PUNCHES A KEY, AND WE SEE THE DNA DIFFERENTIAL SCAN.

Attwood: Now here, you can see the DNA coding for Randall Lynch, as well as his fingerprints. Next to them, are the DNA coding and fingerprints of a man who only yesterday tried to kill Dr. Parker.
Reporter #2: Can you put this in layman’s terms, Dr. Attwood?
Attwood: Yes. Randall Lynch and yesterday’s assailant have identical DNA. This is not possible in twins, only in clones.

CUT BACK TO LYNCH-ALIKE IN THE CAR, STILL LISTENING.

Reporter #1: So a clone of Randall Lynch the serial killer is loose on the streets?
Attwood: Yes, and should be considered extremely dangerous.

LYNCH-ALIKE STARTS THE CAR ENGINE AS THE REPORTERS SHOUT AND CARRY ON. HE DRIVES AWAY.

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