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Running (Working Title)
Running (Working Title)
by
Elijah Taylor
Howarth puts the phone back on the receiver. Oslo looks up.
HOWARTH
Your uncle has been campaigning
hard for you.
HOWARTH
Guys... this is Paul Oslo.
SZWAJA
Welcome to Hell, Paul Oslo.
Oslo smiles politely and then walks away from Thompson, who
stares after him, slightly disturbed.
He stops at the entrance to the theater.
HOWARTH
Kick them out.
Thompson runs...
Howarth passes out. Szwaja lowers him slowly onto the floor.
Thompson runs into the lobby. His eyes take in the scene:
Szwaja, kneeling over an unconscious Howarth. Szwaja does
the same, glancing at his bloodied arm.
SZWAJA
I called the station...
Thompson runs over to them, crouches down, and takes Howarth
by the feet. Szwaja grabs his arms, and together they heave
him across the lobby and out the front doors.
The noise persists throughout the theater. Finally...
SZWAJA
Steady. He’ll be fine.
Thompson exhales roughly. He takes out a box of cigarettes,
taps one out, clamps it between his lips, and lights it.
THOMPSON
I don’t know... he got away.
JAMES
Who? Who got away?
THOMPSON
Oslo.
UNSEEN MAN
I’m Detective Jake Norman. And you
are...
The detective opens his beige folder and looks down at the
single sheet of paper inside. Printed in thick, dark letters
at the top are:
NAME: MILO THOMPSON
DOB: 12/7/1988
DETECTIVE NORMAN
... Milo Thompson! How are you, Mr.
Thompson?
THOMPSON
I want to talk to my brother.
7.
DETECTIVE NORMAN
Your brother is not on this case.
Both men are silent for a moment.
DETECTIVE NORMAN
Who is Oslo?
SZWAJA
Not really.
DETECTIVE NORMAN
At approximately 8:41 pm, a pipe
bomb went off, injuring two
officers. One was nearly killed. I
need you to tell me everything you
know about Mr. Oslo.
THOMPSON
A common club downer, they say.
Seven of those mixed with the
booze... you’re lucky to be alive.
HOWARTH
And the theater is... gone.
THOMPSON
Most of it.
HOWARTH
I always hated that place... Did
they find Oslo?
THOMPSON
Not yet.
HOWARTH
You know what, Thompson. I don’t
remember a thing.
A moment of silence.
HOWARTH
Can you go into my pants and get
the flask.
9.
THOMPSON
You’ve gotta be kidding me.
HOWARTH
Come on, be a sport.
THOMPSON
(chuckling)
Howarth, no!
YOUNG WOMAN
I really don’t think we are.
3. A teenage boy at a fast food vendor.
10.
TEENAGE BOY
No.
4. A woman behind the counter of an ice cream parlor.
WOMAN
Unfortunately, no. Lord knows we
can use the help, my boss has me
doing everything by myself...
5. A hairstylist in a salon.
THOMPSON
Are you guys hiring right now?
HAIRSTYLIST
Do you have any experience styling
hair?
Thompson raises his arms, then drops them in frustration.
THOMPSON
I’ll sweep floors.
HAIRSTYLIST
Sorry, we don’t need a floor
sweeper.
Oslo calmly gets up and walks away. His lackeys turn around,
and then disburse, each going in a different direction.
Thompson starts after Oslo, his pace reaching a sprint, his
sprint becoming a run.
11.
THOMPSON
You think that because you’re
quiet, you come off as strong and
mysterious, don’t you?
Oslo’s emotionless eyes bore into Thompson.
THOMPSON
Say something!
A snort of laughter escapes Oslo, and then an eruption
occurs and he breaks out into a full blown riot. His breath
becomes short and he brings his hand up to his chest. The
hand clutches a paring knife. His laughter finally dies
down.
He looks full on at Thompson. Tears glisten on the rims of
his eyes.
OSLO
My head hurts.
Oslo reaches for his temples and massages them roughly. His
eyes are closed for a moment, and when he reopens them, they
flutter in their sockets. Oslo slowly collapses, dropping
the knife in the process.
Thompson breaks his fall and kicks the knife across the
floor before he lays him down upon it. He checks his pulse.
Nothing.
Thompson plops down on the floor next to Oslo and looks down
at him with a mixture of pity and disgust. He notices a slip
of paper peeking out of the pocket of his shirt. He pulls it
out slowly, then unravels it.
12.
TO DO
(check if completed)
1. See if T.N.A. is done with the
timing mechanism.
Check.
2. Get more wire.
Check.
3. Merge E.D. with the timing
mechanism. You will need T.N.A. to
help with the wiring and the
synchronization.
Check.
We’ve just assembled a somewhat
crude but highly effective time
bomb! Watch it all from a high
place. Detonate at 3:27 pm.
Thompson brings his wrist up to his eyes in a swift,
sweeping motion. 2:54 pm.