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THE SCENT OF LIGHT
"EPISODE 6 - SILENCE"
WRITTEN BY
CIARAN MAHONY
Ciaran Mahony
61 St David’s Park
Artane, Dublin 5
(555)555-5555
Cccmahony@gmail.com
2.
BOY
What did you do?
BALOR
I went on to be my own man and
eventually, I found myself somebody
I could be. My own hero, I gave
myself a name.
3.
BALOR
It was alluring. I met wonderful
people outside, and at the schools.
I have been looking around, I think
I might have found us a new dog to
take in.
MELLAN
Would we be able to go hunting
today?
BALOR
Not today, I have important work
with the puppies. I also have an
important meeting tonight. Maybe
another day my son.
MELLAN
We haven’t gone hunting in a while
pappa, I’d really love to go.
Y’know I’ve improved with the
stuffing, I really think I can do
it now.
BALOR
I know you can, we will do it soon.
But I have important work to
attend.
BALOR smiles and turns, looking out the window.
BALOR (CONT’D)
My plan is escalating quite quickly
and clearly. Each time I sleep, my
dream becomes more clearer and
clearer. Soon enough, all the
sinners and treacherous deceivers
will be gone. And we shall begin
again, with a new age of our own
kind. Soon, God’s will retake this
earth. We just have to be patient.
BALOR chuckles and looks to the floor, before looking to
MELLAN.
BALOR (CONT’D)
Some of my dreams, I can feel are
so real. And when I wake, it feels
hard to separate from it. I can
tell, the signs are closing in.
Soon, the fire will have risen so
far that it is up to their chins.
(MORE)
6.
BALOR (CONT’D)
But the young warriors, er I have
heard of their awakening and local
presence in the area. They may come
here son..and if they do.
BALOR bends down to MELLAN, putting his hand on his shoulder.
BALOR (CONT’D)
Will you be ready my son? Will you
be ready? If I must perish, you
shall take up the fire and spread
it for me..will you be ready,
Mellan?
MELLAN
Yes pappa, I will be. But they
won’t get you, you’re too strong
now. After all, they are nothing
more than mortal beings right?
BALOR
Oh precisely. They will not stop my
efforts. Even if I’m physically
destroyed, my soul will still lurk
throughout the world. I will take
the sinners one by one.
MELLAN
Like the one’s who took mother?
BALOR
Certainly, oh certainly yes..
MELLAN
Pappa, can you tell me what was
mother like?
BALOR
Oh she was...she was very alluring
and delicate. She was the
illumination in my childhood, when
everything else was under shadow.
My father, my mother, the people
around me...urgh they treated me
savagely. The beer they drained
down..but there was me and her when
I was young, nothing separating
us...and then we had you, we were
all together until she was taken by
the ferocious beasts of the
world...the men with their costumes
and suits...took her away from us.
(he sighs in anger)
(MORE)
7.
BALOR (CONT’D)
But now, we have eachother and we
will do what we can to get
everything into the light..
BALOR looks out through the back window and rubs MELLAN’s
back.
BALOR (CONT’D)
I’m going to go out to our dogs
Mellan, you go on now and keep up
with the flowers. They are
beautiful.
MELLAN nods his head slowly and walks off towards a door, he
lollops and shakes lightly. BALOR inhales lightly and looks
down in anger, before he opens the back door. He storms out.
LINCOLN
The little girl disappearance that
you covered up, the file. You ran
the case. Isabelle Brewer.
DET.BRIAN
Right, look listen you two little
shitheads. I don’t know what you’re
pulling here but Jesus Christ, is
this going to fuck you over after
you leave.
LINCOLN sighs lightly and looks to PETERS, who looks back at
him. PETERS nods slowly and steps up, walking to the TV. He
picks up a video in a plastic bag and opens it up, putting it
inside the video player. He turns on the TV and navigates to
the video. It plays. PETERS lays down the remote and walks to
the backdoor, opening it up. He takes out a cigarette from
his jacket. LINCOLN sits next to the TV but not looking at it
and he holds his gun firmly, watching DET.BRIAN who crosses
his eyebrows at the video and shakes his head a little bit.
DET.BRIAN (CONT’D)
Christ...wha-..what the fuck is
this...why are you-..
DET.BRIAN (O.S)
No, Jesus Christ no...turn it off,
turn it off. Chris! Fucking…
LINCOLN
That was Emma Thomas, a young girl
who was found by Judas Norman
before and checked into one of his
hospital’s under “his” care. Feel
like talking now?
BRIAN sits back in his seat as his eyes are red and full of
tears, he massages his head and nods slowly.
BRIAN
Couple of years back, a family came
in and reported their child being
missing after they went to school…
LINCOLN stares at BRIAN, his head tilted. PETERS sits back in
his seat and watches BRIAN, his eyes crossed.
BRIAN (CONT’D)
I took in the investigation, looked
into it for a while before
eventually a Gard came down and
talked to me about it. He was a
higher rank than me and he asked
about the case. I told him some
details or whatever, then he told
me to give the case to him. I
didn’t mind so I handed the case
over, no problem..
BRIAN sighs lightly as he stares at the floor and lets out
occasional glances at the duo. He breathes heavily.
BRIAN (CONT’D)
Couple of weeks later, I stumble
across the file again on the
computers and I see it was in an
error and my name was still on the
leading investigator...I went and
talked with the Gard about it, he
told me to nevermind it all and
just let it be, let him figure it
out. Soon enough then, I find
myself getting promoted under his
accord. I..I didn’t know what was
happening, so I left it all! I
don’t see what’s wrong about it? I
was just following orders, what
they wanted me to do!
LINCOLN
Mhm and then?
12.
BRIAN
Then...then nothing! I was working
where I wanted to work, as a
Detective and everything was
great..until a year later.
PETERS
What happened a year later?
BRIAN
(gulps)
A woman came in, asked for me
personally to talk about the case.
All about the missing girl, she was
the mother, the blood mother. The
Brewer family t-t-they had adopted
Isabelle! She was asking about the
baby, where it gone, what happened.
She told me a story, about how she
got the baby..
LINCOLN
What was the story?
BRIAN
She said that the baby was hers,
that her brother raped her and she
gave birth to twins. A boy and a
girl, the boy was..I dunno taken by
the brother I think? And the girl
was given to an adoption centre,
taken by the Brewer family. She
came and told me that it was the
brother who took the little girl.
LINCOLN
What was the woman’s name?
BRIAN
I...I...Jesus, it was so long ago
but her first name was Denise I
know that much. I know this sounds
like bullshit, but please I’m not
fucking lying here.
BRIAN
I started to investigate into it.
She said she had an address at
where she was raped. I went to get
a forensics team but the
Commissioner had gotten a hold of
what I was doing. He brought me in
and talked with me, him and the
Gard. He was telling me to give him
all I knew about the case. He
eventually told me that he knew who
the woman was and that she was a
druggie, spewing up stories to get
back a child she had given away
before. He said that he knew her,
her aunt or something.
LINCOLN
Which Commissioner was it?
BRIAN
Trevor Kelley. He’s a distant
relative to the Norman family,
second cousins or some shit.
PETERS lowers his head and widen his eyes, looking to LINCOLN
and back at BRIAN.
PETERS
Right, now you’re making shit up.
BRIAN
I’m not, I’m not! Heath Norman,
he..he got Trevor up the ladder
with the help of Otto Scott or
something. Kelley was a good Gard
throughout the years so it made
sense he would! I swear, I’m not
fucking lying here.
LINCOLN
What’d the Commissioner do?
BRIAN
He told me that he knew the family,
the mother’s one. Said it was a
lost relative or something. He told
me he’d take care of it with the
help of the Gard. So I was left in
the dust, couple of weeks later
then the case was ended I think.
The Gard told me that they checked
out the address and it was bogus,
that the whole thing was a lie.
(MORE)
14.
BRIAN (CONT’D)
I went to go find the woman but she
was gone, went to check the file
but it was classified. I guess
because, I wasn’t apart of the
chain of command. But please,
that’s all that happened. I had
gotten a new rank after it all, up
to Sergeant. Everything was great,
I had no reason to doubt anything!
LINCOLN
What was the address where the rape
happened?
BRIAN
House number 45 Commons, in Shrule.
I don’t know what it looks like, I
never visited it but that Gard, he
said he went out to it.
PETERS
What was that Gard’s name?
BRIAN
Detective Inspector Joseph Kaplan.
PETERS rolls his eyes and sighs lightly, nodding his head.
LINCOLN screws up his face as he watches BRIAN
BRIAN (CONT’D)
I don’t know much about him, but
he’s supposed to be one of the best
Detectives we have.
PETERS
And the most crooked.
BRIAN
Right l-look, I’ve told you guys
all I know alright? Just, please
just let me fucking go. I don’t
even know what you guys want!
LINCOLN
This little girl was taken Brian,
she was taken and raped by a bunch
of men, all in high power around
the country. And the woman you
ignored, that was the Devil
killer’s sister. You let him get
away.
15.
BRIAN
What?! The Devil killer? Wh-what
the fuck are you two on about?
LINCOLN
Thanks for the information Brian,
we appreciate it. We’re going to
get going now but before we do, we
want to make sure that you don’t go
out and start talking about this
shit. Just know we’re doing this
for the greater good but just so
we’re clear incase you can’t follow
that. We have a file in our
possession which shows you closed
an unsolved disappearance case and
we’ll say this video was found in
your household. Secondly, if we see
cruisers on our tails or even
killers, we’ll have you down in a
cell before we’re even on trial.
Sound good?
BRIAN
Yeah...yeah, alright I got it. But
please, just tell me what did I
fucking do wrong here?
PETERS stands up, grabs the video tape off of the table and
walks to the door. LINCOLN stands up and approaches him,
shaking his head.
LINCOLN
Your job.
LINCOLN follows PETERS out the door as BRIAN watches them in
shock before lowering his head and putting it into his hands.
He shakes his head and mutters under his breath.
CUT TO:
PETERS
Hm, that is something. Out in the
woods?
LINCOLN
Yeah, it’s an area surrounded by
trees. You got your gun with you
right?
PETERS
My gun? Yeah.
LINCOLN
What you packing?
PETERS
Colt .32.
LINCOLN
Mmm, nice one.
PETERS
Never fired it before though.
LINCOLN
Hopefully you won’t have to, aslong
as we play our cards right.
PETERS nods slowly as he looks out at the road. LINCOLN
shakes his shoulders a small bit and PETERS glances over at
him.
LINCOLN (CONT’D)
Not gonna lie Chris, the closer we
get to this house the more I keep
getting this feeling. I dunno what
it is, just something. A sense
of..dread, anger..something.
PETERS
You still uh, have hallucinations
like before?
LINCOLN
Mmm no, no I don’t. That was back
when I still blamed myself for what
I done, when I regretted my life
and everything that had come about.
Now I just accept it for what it
is. I done bad shit, and I paid the
price for it. Ain’t no other way
around that.
17.
PETERS
At least you can never blame
yourself for being a homicidal
maniac who rapes kids and burns up
dead people.
PETERS nervously chuckles, trying to light up the situation.
LINCOLN keeps a blank face and stares out the window. PETERS
glances at him and puts on a broad face again.
PETERS (CONT’D)
Seriously though, this killer,
this..fiend. I never seen a sicker
fuck than this. He’s just a
fucking...bastard who gave birth to
bastard kids. That’s why we need to
bring him in.
LINCOLN
Mmm I don’t think we’ll be able to
bring him to the Gard’s Chris.
After all we done, we know what
he’s like. Nah, he won’t go down
easily. He might do but I doubt it.
PETERS
So what? We commit murder? Shoot
him down? I don’t think that will
expose a lot Mike.
LINCOLN
No, but it will be justice. Chris,
my whole life through this case has
caused my life to just be nothing
but a….a circle of suffering,
violence and betrayal. It’s time to
close it all off, once and for all.
LINCOLN gulps and stares out the window, exhaling heavily.
PETERS glances at him in confusion before looking back to the
road. He nods at a turn.
PETERS
This is it.
PETERS turns the wheel to the left and drives in through a
minor dirt road. He drives along the road for a little while
as he begins to come up towards the end of it.
He gulps and sees the master’s bedroom, which has an old bed
with a dirty mattress and covers. Across from it, at the
window is a desk with notes on it. On the wall is multiple
pictures of PETERS AND LINCOLN from different years. Some
notes attached under them “Christopher Peters”, “MIchael
Lincoln”, “Grace Lincoln”, “CAITLIN FAHEY/ PETERS”. Some
record files would be attached to their names. Suddenly a
noise comes from another room and PETERS steps back, gun
raised. He marches down the hall and comes to a door, kicking
it open. He aims inside before he widens his eyes and lowers
his aim. MELLAN DANTE sits on his bed, laughing at PETERS and
pointing at him. PETERS looks in horror at his conditions and
walks inside, towards MELLAN.
PETERS
Jesus Christ, your poor fucking
thing. L- look, where’s the guy who
lives here? Balor Dante?
MELLAN
My father? He’s here with us, and
he’s not happy with your presence.
You should leave now before he gets
angry. Believe me, he does
extraordinary things when he gets
angry.
PETERS
Where did he go son? Huh? He’s a
dangerous man, he’s going to hu-
MELLAN
He will come for you next, don’t
worry. He’s going after Lincoln
first. He’s worse than anything.
BALOR (O.S)
Follow me through here mortal man,
I’ll come and show you my dream!
LINCOLN raises his head a bit at the sound of the voice and
keeps moving. He comes into different parts of the cave and
eventually comes to a selection of doors, all open. He aims
around.
BALOR (O.S) (CONT’D)
Too late to turn back now, you’re a
part of here now. I see you and
you’re here with me.
LINCOLN looks around the cave and tries to figure out where
the voice is coming from. It echoes throughout each door. He
shakes his head and goes in through the middle one, gun
raised.
CUT TO:
PETERS
Lincoln!
CUT TO:
LINCOLN grits his teeth and tries to block out BALOR’s words,
looking around for where the sound is strongest. He slowly
makes his way in through a hole. On the wall is an old
smiling doll, held up by twigs. LINCOLN glances at it and
keeps moving forward.
LINCOLN falls back flat onto the floor, hitting his head off
the ground with a small crack. BALOR stands, holding his
shoulder in pain. It is a small flesh wound. He curses under
his breath.
LINCOLN looks around, his vision blurry and he looks up to
BALOR. He breathes quickly and looks up. His gun, far up from
him lays there. He looks around for the little girl and woman
but they have disappeared. He shakes his head in anger and he
begins to crawl up to the gun, blood dripping down his
forehead. BALOR looks up to him in anger. LINCOLN is just in
arm’s reach of the gun, he reaches out. BALOR shakes his head
and grits his teeth, rushing to LINCOLN.
BALOR
(shouting)
NO!
BALOR stamps onto LINCOLN’s back, stopping him. LINCOLN
coughs roughly in pain and spits out some blood. His strength
goes dead. BALOR flips him over onto his back and LINCOLN
stares up at the grey sky as BALOR steps over him in anger.
BALOR screams and starts throwing wild, hard punches at
LINCOLN’s face again and again. LINCOLN takes every hit but
keeps putting his head back up at the sky, a distant white
light appears in the sky. His face begins to swell up and
redden, blood pouring from his nose and mouth. BALOR keeps
punching until he begins to slow down and run out of breath.
He grabs onto his bloody shoulder and glances back at it
before looking down at LINCOLN. He reaches forward and grabs
him by the collar. He pulls him up to BALOR’s face.
LINCOLN stares up at BALOR into his golden eye. He struggles
to try and move his head away but he can’t. His eyes are
locked. BALOR grits his teeth and keeps a firm hold on him as
he stares down.
PETERS (O.S)
FREEZE!
In rushes, PETERS with his gun raised to BALOR and his arms
shaking. He marches in through a door and into the middle of
the church. BALOR looks quickly up to PETERS and snarls in
anger.
PETERS (CONT’D)
Let him go! Then get onto your
fucking knees!
BALOR’s angry face slowly turns to a devilish grin as he lets
go of LINCOLN, letting him carelessly fall to the floor.
LINCOLN groans in pain and stares up at the sky lifelessly.
BALOR steps away from LINCOLN and raises his hands up, taking
a step closer to PETERS who raises his gun up a bit.
26.
PETERS (CONT’D)
Get on your knees.
PETERS talks broadly, trying to mask his fear. His hands are
still slightly shaking but he does his best to hide it. BALOR
glances at the gun and shakes his head.
BALOR
You don’t want to do that. You
don’t want to disfigure anyone here
meer man.
PETERS hands begin to shake a little more, the gun slowly
lowering. BALOR takes a step closer with a grin on his face.
PETERS
On your knees, now.
BALOR
You think you can leave here, hm?
No Chris, you’re a part of here now
with me and all my hallowed sons
and daughters..
PETERS gun is now lowered, nearly pointing at the floor
beyond his control. PETERS begins to shake as he looks down
at his arms and then back at BALOR who is in arms reach of
him.
BALOR (CONT’D)
Let me show you the world, let me
show you Jess again.
BALOR grins as he is about to reach out to PETERS who shakes
his head and looks up at the word “Jess”, he lifts his gun up
quickly as BALOR is about to strike. BANG BANG BANG. PETERS
fires at BALOR, sending him back with each shot. BALOR falls
back and eventually topples onto the altar, falling onto his
back. His golden eye flying out from his socket and onto the
floor. BALOR begins to bleed out as his eyes close. PETERS
breaks down and falls to the floor on his knees, he breathes
quickly and heavily as he looks up to BALOR who lays still.
He moves his head to LINCOLN and raises it up in shock.
PETERS
Mike!
PETERS rushes to his aid, looking down at him. He widens his
eyes in shock and rubs his chin. LINCOLN’s face is cherry red
and is all swelled up, he has a black eye. He stares up at
the sky and whispers something. PETERS shakes his head and
leans closer.
27.
PETERS (CONT’D)
Huh?
LINCOLN
(muttering)
The stars…
PETERS looks up at the grey sky, seeing nothing but
occasional bits of lightning. He shakes his head and looks
back down to LINCOLN, helping him up.
PETERS
Let’s get you outta here buddy..
LINCOLN groans in pain as PETERS puts his arm over his
shoulder and begins to start walking towards the door slowly.
BALOR lays back on the altar, his arms spread out and eyes
closed. His blood spilled out onto the altar and book.
CUT TO:
PETERS
Wakes up, first thing you ask for
is a cigarette. Do me a favor and
don’t switch to your better self,
would you?
LINCOLN
Mmm, wait a minute. (pause) Were
you sitting here the whole time
while I slept?
PETERS
(scoffs, slighting chuckling).
No actually, I’ve been having lots
of shits and having a drink,
alright?
LINCOLN
Look, I uh...I just want to uh..say
sorry..for everything.
PETERS
Save your breath Mike, don’t
apologise. You’re not an apology
person so don’t bother. I don’t
want to hear your unhuman attempt
of an apology.
PETERS sighs and stands up, beginning to walk off to a table.
LINCOLN smokes his cigarette and looks around.
LINCOLN
Argh, can’t believe I’m still in
this fucking place Chris.
PETERS
Yeah, you and me both. I can’t
believe you worked in this shithole
for all these years. No offence.
LINCOLN
I’m not talking about the fucking
pub Chris. I’m talking about...all
this, all this nothingness.
PETERS turns to LINCOLN, giving him a confused yet
sympathetic look. He pulls up a seat infront of LINCOLN’s
bed, tilting his hands.
PETERS
What’s your problem huh? What are
you beating yourself down on?
LINCOLN hesitates. He gulps and looks around.
30.
LINCOLN
The...the parties. We didn’t get
the people at them parties, God
Damnit we could have gotten Balor
to tell us..
PETERS
After all that happened, that’s
what you’re beating yourself up on?
Look, we got what we looked for. We
got Balor, he’s gone. We won’t get
the others, at least not now. It’s
not a justifiable world Mike, I
thought you’d have learned that
now.
LINCOLN
It wasn’t the parties Chris, it
was...it was something different.
PETERS
Then tell me then. Get it off your
chest. I won’t listen but it will
at least help you. What’s such a
big problem for you?
LINCOLN (CONT’D)
Y’know, I could feel the times
where we went to the circus again.
I could hear her smile, everything.
LINCOLN (CONT’D)
And it’s gone now..I don’t know if
it was God playing tricks or the
Devil but it was something. I
understand the message that I was
getting. The message that,...that
my life was nothing...nothing
without love. And now, all I can
feel is her disappointment
y’know...that I couldn’t let go,
that I let her get into that
accident..that’s all I can feel now
Chris...just her disappointment. No
more love, the thing that I latched
on to for years…
LINCOLN shakes his head, putting his hand over his face and
crying into it. PETERS looks down sadly before looking back
up to LINCOLN.
PETERS
Mike, I know you won’t believe me
when I say this but...that wasn’t
Grace man. That was Balor, getting
inside your head. Remember his mind
control? That was it...don’t fight
yourself over it. That’s what he
wants you to do..
LINCOLN
No Chris, no no. I pondered that
thought myself for a while but
this..this was real. I know it, I
could feel it...it was real.
Everytime I close my eyes, I see
her. I’ve been having dreams, of my
own death...she’s showed me y’know?
Myself, dying at home. She’s said
it’s faith and I should embrace
what happens...and I’m ready man,
I’m ready for whatever fate brings.
I’ll take whatever it throws at me.
PETERS
You’re not going to die Mike. You
might not see Grace now but later
on, you will..when you die. But
right now, you’ve got to
concentrate on living. You have to
move on, otherwise you’ll be put
into a bigger depression than you
are now. Look at me Mike.
33.
LINCOLN nods his head slowly at BILLY who waves at the two
before walking to the front door and leaving. PETERS watches
him leave and looks back to LINCOLN, grinning.
PETERS
Weed deals huh?
LINCOLN
A man has to make friends somehow.
But c’mon Chris, let’s gather all
we got in the back. That’s gonna
take all night at this rate.
LINCOLN tilts his head to the back and walks out towards the
door. PETERS nods his head slowly and stands up, following
LINCOLN.
LINCOLN
Got an address? Phone number?
PETERS
Mmm yeah, a phone number here. Also
says here that he uncovered a
sexual assault case made by an
officer back in the early 2000’s,
was covered up by it’s head
officers. Got two arrests because
of it.
LINCOLN
Mhm, he sounds like our man. Write
out the phone number there and
we’ll have a talk with him in
London.
36.
PETERS looks in at the side window to the Lugh Inn and turns
back, walking a good distance away from the Inn, towards the
road.
PETERS looks down at his phone and clicks on Caitlin’s name,
and the call button. He raises the phone up to his ear and
turns his head around, looking at the Lugh Inn as the phone
dials. It picks up.
CAITLIN (O.S)
Hey, this is Caitlin Fahey. I’m
sorry I couldn’t get to your call
right now but leave your name and
number so I can call you back
later. If the call is urgent, call
my boyfriend Donald Gallagher at
094-563821. Thanks! Bye, bye.
PETERS bites his gums and looks down as he waits for the
beep. He raises the phone back up.
PETERS (ON PHONE)
Hey Caitlin, it’s eh...it’s
Chris...Peters, Chris Peters. Ehm,
yeah I’m just calling you up
because well...erm, I’m
leaving...Ballina, tomorrow. I’d
tell you where but eh, I’d like to
keep it private. No offence, it’s a
long story heh. But ehm...I just
wanted to call you up to say, a
last...a last goodbye I guess. I
don’t think I’ll be coming back,
you’ll probably see why soon. When
you do, please...please don’t judge
me for it. I uhm...just did what I
thought was right. I did what I
thought a hero would do. Although,
I can see now though that I’m not
really a hero. It was a mistake to
think so.
PETERS rubs his hand through his hair and looks up, then
around the place before clearing his throat.
PETERS (ON PHONE) (CONT’D)
I guess, I should eh get going now.
But, I..I’ll, I’ll ta-..
PETERS shakes his head and sighs lightly.
PETERS (ON PHONE) (CONT’D)
I love you Caitlin, I always have.
Not a day goes by when I don’t.
(MORE)
38.
LINCOLN (CONT’D)
Oh c’mon, don’t give me that fake
reason bullshit. Something made you
leave, what was it?
PETERS
I don’t know what you mean man?
LINCOLN
Look, if we’re going on the run
that means any day that comes now
could be our last. At least do the
courtesy of letting me know.
PETERS sits forward in his seat, sighing heavily. LINCOLN
throws up his hand.
39.
LINCOLN (CONT’D)
So I can rest in peace.
PETERS can’t help but chuckle. He stares down at the table,
raising his cigarette up as he stares. His smile slowly
begins to fade, he hesitates.
PETERS
The reasons I gave before, they
weren’t lies. They were some of the
main reasons.
PETERS sighs as he takes a sip of his drink, looking to the
side. LINCOLN stares at him, waiting.
PETERS (CONT’D)
I had uh, a body at some farm in
Foxford. Some kid, wasn’t much
older than ten years old.
PETERS shakes his head, staring off to the side as he slowly
exhales smoke.
PETERS (CONT’D)
Crushed by a fucking tractor in an
agricultural “accident”. Turns out
that the mother did it because she
couldn’t feed the two of them.
PETERS sits back in his chair, staring off into space with a
blank face. He gulps once in fear.
PETERS (CONT’D)
We spent half the day, waiting for
the medical examiner to clean off
all the blood and organs. While we
waited for our time to collect
evidence, we just watched.
PETERS shakes his head slowly and shakes his hands. LINCOLN
stares at him, taking a drag of his cigarette.
PETERS (CONT’D)
I just said “no”, no no no. I had
seen enough of that shit on the job
for once, not anymore. I could see
just, human nature in it all. And I
just knew that I couldn’t face it
anymore, never again. And with
everything else happening and
crumbling around me, I decided
“yeah, there’s nothing left for me
in this life anymore”.
40.
PETERS shakes his head as he slams his glass down onto the
table, pushing it forward and lipping his lips in anger.
LINCOLN looks at him and takes a drag of his cigarette.
PETERS stares down at his drink before raising his head up,
letting his eyebrows up. He looks to LINCOLN.
PETERS (CONT’D)
Y’know, after you went back in ‘04.
We saw that you went and visited
Jeremy Harmon in prison, talked
with him before you went.
PETERS exhales some smoke. LINCOLN looks up to him.
LINCOLN
Your point being?
PETERS
Why didn’t you kill him? I mean,
you’re not stupid. You must have
known what them three got up to
before they drove out. Me, thinking
about guys doing things to my
daughter. I’d fucking have them
face down in a grave before the end
of the week.
LINCOLN
No, I knew that what was happening
was too frail. (pause) It needed to
be a bit more, relentless. I paid
off a couple of the guards and
inmates inside..
PETERS walks outside the pub slowly and looks around the
place as the sun rises up. He strolls towards the water
across the way. He stands over the water and gulps, watching
the sun slowly rise. He exhales slowly as the beautiful,
orange glow lights over the terrain. PETERS takes in the view
before he lowers his eyes, closing them slowly. Until he
finally lowers his head and rubs it. He drops his hands to
his sides and sighs in frustration until he takes out his
phone from his back pocket.
PETERS looks down at the phone for a couple of seconds and
types onto it. A small little bing comes from the phone,
PETERS’ eyebrows raise as he looks down at the phone. “One
New Message - Caitlin”. PETERS doesn’t even hesitate, he taps
twice onto the message and waits for it to load up. “Hey
Chris, I’m sorry for not returning your calls. I couldn’t
find the courage to call you back but now I do. Can we meet
up? How does the Castlebar shopping centre sound? I’ll be
upstairs, at the large row of seats, be at the far right
seat. Meet me there at 2:30pm? We can get some coffee, if not
call me back.”
PETERS grins and slightly coughs with laughter. His eyes
start to turn glassy as he looks up at the water and the sun
rising. He gulps as he wipes his eyes and he chuckles.
43.
He lowers his head, the grin still on his face and he turns,
walking back to the pub.
MAN
Nice day to catch some fishes..
PETERS looks back forward, taking dis-interest in the
conversation. The MAN turns his head slightly to PETERS.
MAN (CONT’D)
I might even take a boat at the
docks.
PETERS crosses his eyebrows, looking slowly to the MAN. The
MAN grins and nods slowly.
MAN (CONT’D)
Hello Chris, long time no see.
PETERS adjusts himself in his seat, looking around. The MAN
takes off his glasses. It is MULLEN, late 50’s, bald head,
wrinkled skin. He has a large grin on his face as he stares
at PETERS. His newspaper lays on his lap. PETERS gulps at him
and looks around. He attempts to stand up but MULLEN makes a
whistling noise, shaking his head. He raises the newspaper up
at an angle. PETERS looks down. A gun lays beneath the
newspaper on MULLEN’s lap, he nods slowly at PETERS who sits
himself back into position in his seat. He gulps in fear.
PETERS
Rich, I don’t know what yo-.
MULLEN
Don’t fucking call me that, you
don’t have any right to use my
first name, rat fuck. You call me
Mr Mullen.
PETERS
I thought you’d still be in jail or
dead.
45.
MULLEN
(chuckles)
And that is why you fail to
understand anything of what goes on
in this county. You’re eh, you’re
like the small fish in the big pond
full of sharks and you’re trying to
ask to be a shark. Nobody takes you
seriously.
PETERS looks around with a look of anger and fear. He raises
his head up as something comes to mind, he looks to MULLEN in
anger.
PETERS
Where’s Caitlin? Did you do
anything to her? I swear to fucking
God if you-.
MULLEN
Relax yourself there Chrissy boy,
relax. We don’t have Caitlin at
all, but we can get her. It’s
amazing what a few computer freaks
can do with computers these days
isn’t it eh?
PETERS
What do you want?
MULLEN
Don’t play the stupid, little boy
scout. You know what we want.
Everything you have on the Judas
Norman thing, the Devil Killer.
Hell whatever fucking files you
have.
PETERS slightly scoffs and looks around the shopping centre.
MULLEN shakes his head slightly in disgust.
MULLEN (CONT’D)
And Mike Lincoln too, give us his
location or whatever. Right now, no
bullshit.
PETERS
No.
MULLEN
No? (cont’d)
MULLEN turns in his seat, looking to PETERS who glances back
at him.
46.
MULLEN (CONT’D)
The fuck do you mean “no”? Heh, I
thought you at least had common
sense but I guess not.
MULLEN sits back in his seat, looking forward. He sighs
lightly.
MULLEN (CONT’D)
If you don’t fucking help us, we’ll
have you arrested and killed before
sundown, then go kill Caitlin and
her whatever, new boyfriend. Then
get Lincoln and the evidence
ourselves. Quite frankly, it’s
possible for us to do that now. But
we’d prefer less bloodshed.
PETERS
Who’s “we”? You keep mentioning a
“we”.
MULLEN
The big boys in the county, the
people who actually matter and keep
everything afloat. That’s the
closest you’ll get to knowing
anything.
PETERS
Big people eh? Politicians? Gardai?
Community people?
MULLEN keeps silent, looking around. PETERS shakes his head
and scoffs, looking around.
PETERS (CONT’D)
You know what they all fucking do
right? What happens with the
schools and churches from the
Norman foundation? Child rape,
murder, even sacrifices. It’s
fucking disgusting, you know about
that bullshit right Mullen?
MULLEN
Hmmm.
PETERS
They even covered up the Devil
Killer, a fucking serial killer.
Innocent people had to die and for
what? Nothing, that’s fucking what.
(MORE)
47.
PETERS (CONT’D)
Nothing but...disgusting men’s
tastes and urges.
MULLEN
Chris, cut all the bullshit. You
can’t, won’t and never will
understand what goes on behind all
the closed doors, everything that’s
happened. Christ, I can hardly
figure it out myself but I know
better than to think about “what
if’s” and possibilities.
PETERS shakes his head in disagreement and looks around.
MULLEN glances to him.
MULLEN (CONT’D)
And the Devil killer, Balor Dante.
If you had only fucking known what
happened to him through his
childhood. You’d take back shooting
him down within a second.
PETERS looks to MULLEN, his eyes widened behind his glasses.
MULLEN shakes his head in disgust as he talks.
MULLEN (CONT’D)
He was inbred, you know that? His
fucking mam and dad were cousins,
fucked him up before he was even
able to walk. And everything they
did after that, it disgusts me. So
don’t try and act like the fucking
superhero because you shot him
down. Matter of fact, I think he is
ten times more innocent than any of
the “victims” he killed. They were
all guilty of something.
PETERS
Hmpf, sounds like something Lincoln
would say.
MULLEN
Fuck that old drunk cunt. And don’t
think that you’re any better too,
we know what you fucking did with
Balor and the iron, then you killed
him. All points to you, so don’t
even try to play the hero card
cause you’re far from it.
PETERS
Yeah, no shit.
48.
MULLEN
Now last chance here, where are the
files and where is Lincoln? I
promise, if you give us them you
can walk away clean aslong as you
keep your mouth shut and leave the
county. Go to wherever you’re
going, but keep your mouth shut.
PETERS
Hmm, no. Nah, I won’t betray
Lincoln. Matter of fact is, you’ll
arrest and kill me straight after I
give you the location. Like what
you did with Father Todd, Balor’s
friend Ger.
MULLEN
Why are you trying to protect him
eh? He’s done nothing but fuck up
your life. He fucked your career
and respect, hell I’d say even self
respect. And he killed a kid,
barely even twenty one.
PETERS
Who killed his daughter. You
haven’t gotten to know him like I
have, to me he’s the only fucking
honest and cleanest person in this
whole county. Which says a lot.
MULLEN
Right, you’re not going to give it
up then?
MULLEN slips his hand under the newspaper, grabbing onto
something. PETERS glances down at it and scoffs, looking to
MULLEN.
PETERS
What? You’re going to shoot me?
Dead in a public shopping centre,
piss off. Hundreds of witnesses,
hundreds of camera’s.
MULLEN
I got out of a jam early before
didn’t I? Who says I can’t do it
again? Camera’s are erasable you
know.
MULLEN smiles as he stares at PETERS who shakes his head
slowly. MULLEN’s smile quickly turns to a look of disgust.
49.
MULLEN (CONT’D)
Plus, look around yourself Chris.
Look at everyone around you.
MULLEN flicks his chin up at the crowds and busy people in
the shopping centre. PETERS looks up at them, watching some
of them walking around.
MULLEN (CONT’D)
Walking around, shopping in their
boring melo-dramatic lives...You
think they’re going to risk theirs
to a nobody like you? Fuck that, I
wouldn’t even have to silence many
witnesses if I was to cover this
up. Nah, fact is people don’t get
involved in business that’s not
theirs. And those who do, like you,
get what’s coming to them. It’s the
circle and factual fate Chris,
accept it.
MULLEN shakes his head in disgust as he looks at the crowds.
PETERS looks at them in fear. MULLEN slowly turns his head
back to PETERS, flicking his chin.
MULLEN (CONT’D)
Now stand up, c’mon. Last time I’m
going to ask.
PETERS stares around himself, breathing heavily and quickly.
He pauses for a couple of seconds, clutching his seat. He
slowly stands up, stepping forward a bit. MULLEN stands up
slowly and walks a bit behind PETERS, gun in hand but covered
by the newspaper.
MULLEN (CONT’D)
Go on, walk. Out the back way.
PETERS gulps and takes a step forward, walking slowly. MULLEN
follows close behind, glancing around himself.
PETERS
If I’m going to die, could you at
least tell me what happened with
everything? Balor, the Norman
foundation? Help me understand.
PETERS turns his head slightly to the left, waiting for an
answer. Beat. MULLEN shakes his head.
MULLEN
No.
50.
YOUNG MAN
C’mon sir, would you be at least
interested in buying some of our
books? They’re not cheap, but
they’re fantastic reads.
PETERS turns his head to the right and looks back at the two
talking. MULLEN shakes his head in frustration.
MULLEN
Beat it, kid. Get lost.
He looks the over the wall. An open dumpster lays against the
wall, it is about 16 feet down from PETERS. He gulps and
looks around himself before he closes his eyes, shaking his
head. He hops over the wall slowly and falls down towards the
dumpster, swinging his arms.
PETERS peaks his head out from the wall and looks around.
Many Gard’s and men are talking, not looking in his
direction. They are pointing all around the shopping centre.
PETERS gulps and pushes himself off the wall. He slowly limps
his way out of the alley and starts to walk up the path. He
constantly glances behind himself in fear. PETERS shakes his
head as he walks and he goes to cross the street. He throws
up his hood and lowers his head. He starts to limp a bit more
faster.
PETERS gulps and pushes himself off of the van and keeps on
limping up towards the path and looks behind himself as he
walks. He then turns his head back quickly and lowers it, he
begins to pace forward more quicker and breathes quickly,
both in pain and fear.
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PETERS
(muttering)
Shit.
PETERS holds onto the steering wheel and can barely look
forward, he keeps on glancing up into the rearview mirror.
His breathing rate keeps getting higher and higher, his hands
starting to shake. He shakes his head in fear.
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PETERS walks inside the warehouse and looks around, the room
is dark with small bits of light coming from the outside.
LINCOLN sits down on a seat and looks up to PETERS,
approaching him. PETERS shakes his hands, sighing in
frustration.
PETERS
God damnit Mike, why did you bring
me here? Just let me go, get outta
here while you still can.
LINCOLN
No, Chris. Here’s what’s going to
happen, I’ll take your car and lead
them fuckers away. You take my car,
it has all the files and drive to
the port, the boat’s going to leave
in less than fourty minutes so go
on, now. We don’t have time.
PETERS
What? You can’t be serious, no
you’re not fighting my own battles
for me. I brought this on myself, I
wish I didn’t but I did. Let me
take responsibility.
LINCOLN
I brought this on you Chris, I got
you involved in this whole
shitstorm investigation and it got
you here. All of this, is because
of me.
PETERS
I got into this myself, because I
wanted to. Because I believed you
when you talked about it all. Don’t
blame yourself, just let me go.
This is my problem, mine only.
56.
LINCOLN
Look at me Chris, look at me. What
do I have to live on for huh? I’m a
fucking disaster, that kills
anything that comes near me. You,
my wife, my daughter. You have more
to live for than I do. Please, just
let me do it Chris. You have more
reason for me to live and you’re
the guy who brought all of this out
into the open, you’re the guy who’s
supposed to bring the light to
this. Not me, I...I’ve got to
go...see my daughter maybe. I’ve
got the feeling again Chris and I
won’t let it go again.
PETERS
You really do?
LINCOLN
Yeah, I’m starting to see her again
and hear her faintly. She’s waiting
for me now. But look, Chris, this
isn’t about me. This is your life,
don’t give it away when you still
have some good left in you. Me? I’m
done for, my life is over. There’s
still hope for yours.
PETERS looks down to the floor, a sad look on his face.
LINCOLN pats him on the shoulder.
LINCOLN (CONT’D)
Just wait till I’m gone alright
buddy? I’ll go now and that’ll be
it, I’ll lead them somewhere quiet.
You just get out of town. You
deserve a better death than this
bullshit.
LINCOLN slams his keys down onto the table and begins to walk
to the door, PETERS stands there frozen, thinking.
PETERS
Mike.
LINCOLN stops and turns to PETERS, tilting his head.
PETERS (CONT’D)
If you see my Jess, tell her I love
her will you? Take her in, maybe we
can see eachother again.
57.
LINCOLN
Hmm, to be honest Chris. I’d say
Jess is in a better place than
where I’m going.
PETERS looks up to LINCOLN, his eyebrows raised. LINCOLN
lowers his head slowly and marches off towards the door.
PETERS sits back and lays his head down, putting his hand
over his head, sighing sadly. He begins to slowly cry.
The Land Rover pulls up down the street, it’s engine turning
off. The door to the house slams shut.
PETERS (CONT’D)
That’s all of our evidence. You got
child disappearances, records,
pictures, tax records, whatever.
You think there’s enough?
HENRY
I think I have too much but yeah, I
think I could make it all work.
61.
PETERS nods his head slowly and turns his head, looking at
the kids in the next room. He smiles lightly and looks back
at HENRY.
PETERS
You got kids then eh?
HENRY
Yeah, two daughters. Six and eight
years.
PETERS
Good, you hang onto them two you
hear me Henry? Hang onto them with
your dear life, don’t let go...God
knows how much I regret not hanging
onto mine.
HENRY stops and looks up to PETERS, gulping once. He’s about
to say something but stops and looks back down.
PETERS (CONT’D)
Stay on your toes, so you’ll...be
aware of when something is coming
before it reaches the door.
HENRY looks through a box and takes out the video tape,
looking down onto it in confusion. PETERS raises his head up
and breathes heavily, shaking his head.
PETERS (CONT’D)
Don’t watch that around your kids,
never, ever. It’s...it’s evidence,
important. But Jesus Christ, don’t
play that around anyone...Y’know
what, don’t even watch it
yourself..it’s too much. If any
police officers come by, show it to
them instead but warn them.
HENRY
Why? What’s on it?
PETERS
The Devil’s work.
HENRY crosses his eyebrows and places the video tape back
into the box and he sits back in his seat, sighing. He looks
up to PETERS.
HENRY
Come with me, confess the story and
get it out to the public. Bring the
justice like you said.
62.
PETERS
It’s not my story, it’s yours now.
I gave it to you and told you it.
You think of it how you want. You
have the truth, just know that.
HENRY
Tell me the story of how it all
happened, when it happened, how it
started so it’s more clear.
PETERS
I don’t know how it started or
when. But that doesn’t matter, it’s
what happened is the basis of the
story. Write up the article, spread
the facts.
HENRY sighs in frustration, biting his lip. PETERS picks up
his coat and throws it on. He adjusts himself.
PETERS (CONT’D)
You can use my name or whatever.
But just know, people will come
knocking at your door. But no
matter how hard it gets, stay
strong. You have all the ace’s and
you’re the holder of the truth.
That’s a bigger bulletproof vest
than anything you will find in your
life. Hold onto it, protect your
family. One day, one situation can
end your whole life before it even
begins.
PETERS nods slowly as he stares at the floor. He sighs and
walks towards the front door. HENRY looks around.
HENRY
What are you going to do now?
PETERS
Go live the rest of my life I
guess, find something new, travel.
Maybe try and find the meaning of
life, somehow, somewhere. No such
luck yet. But take care Henry and
good luck, you’re a good man.
You’re the guy who will shine the
light on all of this.
PETERS grabs onto the door handle and opens up the door,
about to step out. He stops and turns to HENRY.
63.
PETERS (CONT’D)
You want to know the greatest
answer I’ve come up with while
searching for the meaning of life?
HENRY turns in his seat to PETERS, raising his head up.
PETERS glances to the floor before looking back up at HENRY.
PETERS (CONT’D)
Silence.
HENRY stares over at PETERS, lowering his head a bit. PETERS
moves his eyes to the floor and exhales through his nose,
walking out the door and closing it.
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