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by Ryan R.C. Covington
Ryan Covington BallsOutFilm@Gmail.com 425-785-5544
BLACK SCREEN: CRUNCHING and the SOUNDS of a TV changing channels until it finally lands on THE NEWS: SMASH CUT TO: INT. SMITH’S CONDO - LIVING ROOM - MORNING CHRISTOPHER SMITH, 30’s, eats cereal in front of his TV. He is clean cut, shaved, and neat. NEWSCASTER (ON THE TV) (news beat) We’re now in the second week since Congress has passed a bill into the Senate prompting some multiple sex offenders to worry about their already waning anonymity. A new form of tracking device, which has been developed by the LesterCorp, will be a mandatory requirement upon release from any Federal Prison and for all level 2 and 3 offenders. The bill, which has been called Maggie’s Bill, was written after the death of Maggie Mullen, the 7 year old from Wilton County whose body was found on a trail leading away from her elementary school. Karl Theodore Matte was arrested after a member of the neighborhood watch called police and gave them his description. Karl Matte is a 2 time repeat sex offender and has already admitted to the crime. (news beat) All people released or on probation with a level 2 or 3 should report themselves to their local City Hall for their LesterCorp Tracki -Christopher turns off the TV, uninterested. He picks up his cereal bowl and takes it to the kitchen, setting it in the sink and washing it out. The apartment is IMMACULATE. NEAT. BLACK AND WHITE photography line his walls in expensive frames.
His SMART PHONE sits in an charging dock and he grabs it. His POLISHED SHOES are lined up on a STURDY RACK. He picks up his wallet and keys that are in a bowl by the door and walks out. EXT. SIDEWALK - DOWNTOWN - DAY Christopher stands in a long line waiting to get through a BIG BROTHER SECURITY checkpoint. He’s near the front. Christopher dials on his cell phone. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (on the phone) Hey. No, I’m on my way in right now. He flashes his ID CARD and holds it up to his face to the heavily armed officer and keeps walking. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT’D) You need anything? No, I’m not going by there, maybe later though. Okay. Bye. He walks past an alley and as he glances down he sees 2 men kicking a 3rd man on the ground. The 2 MEN are MUCH LARGER than the 3rd helpless man. Another SPECTATOR stops next to Christopher and they stare together. MAN Hard to watch, huh? CHRISTOPHER SMITH What are they doing? MAN What’re they doing? Seriously? Those are Special Service, man. Their everywhere right now! LARGE MAN #1 pulls out something TINY FROM THIS DISTANCE but it still GLOWS A BRIGHT BLUE. CHRISTOPHER SMITH They look more like boxers.
MAN Yeah, but boxers know when to stop hitting their opponent. The Special Service notice Christopher and the Man next to him. SPECIAL SERVICE #1 Mind your own fucking business! Christopher and the Man walk away quickly in opposite directions. INT. DESIGN FIRM - OFFICE - DAY Christopher walks in to his work and greets Alice, the SECRETARY. INT. CUBICLE - DAY Christopher works at his COMPUTER, concentrating. His CELL RINGS and he answers it. Hello? CHRISTOPHER SMITH
COURT OFFICAL (O.S.) (on phone) Christopher Smith, please? CHRISTOPHER SMITH This is he. COURT OFFICAL (O.S.) (on the phone) Christopher A. Smith? CHRISTOPHER SMITH Yes, how can I help you? COURT OFFICAL (O.S.) You were sent a formal request by the state of New Mexico 2 weeks ago. Sir, you failed to be present this morning at the City Court House. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (flabbergasted) Say again, please?
COURT OFFICAL (O.S.) You’re on probation, Mr. Smith. You missed the deadline for you procedure. CHRISTOPHER SMITH No, I’m sorry -- I think -- I think you’ve been mistaken. I’ve never been arrested before in my life. COURT OFFICAL (O.S.) Sir, we have you in our records that you were arrested in 2008 on charges of sexual battery of a minor. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (shocked/stuttering) ... I’m -- you -- .... COURT OFFICAL (O.S.) This is your final request, Mr. Smith. There won’t be another. If you are not present by 2:00 PM this afternoon you will be fined $17,617.24 cents. I strongly recommend that you make yourself available and come down for your LesterCorp fitting. Thank you and have a pleasant afternoon. She hangs up before he can say anything else. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Hello? Ma’am? Ma’am!? He looks on his cell phone. The number has BEEN BLOCKED! Shit! CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT’D)
Christopher stands STRAIT UP and looks around. He quickly walks away from his desk. He passes DANIEL, mid 30’s, OWNER/BOSS. DANIEL Christopher? Christopher responds with a quick snap of the neck over to Daniel, his eyes WIDE OPEN and keeps walking. RICHARD, LATE 20’s, walks up and follows with him.
RICHARD So I was thinking, I know you don’t have a car or anything but if we decide to take that trip to California we should totally rent a car! I know what you’re thinking and I’ve already thought it through -CHRISTOPHER SMITH Not now, Richard. Sweat is forming under his arms and on his forehead. IT’S IN SIGHT, OUTSIDE IS WHERE THIS DIDN’T HAPPEN. RICHARD Well, I need to know now if you want to go so that -- whatever -I’ll just talk to you later about it. Richard stops walking with Christopher and trails off. Christopher quickly walks past ALICE(20’s), the secretary. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (quiet panic) Alice? If anyone calls for me, please, don’t even take a message. Just -- hang up! Okay? Is that okay? Can you do that for me? I have a friend and -- it’s just -he’s just -- uh -Christopher abruptly walks away from Alice -EXT. DESIGN FIRM - MOMENTS LATER -- and walks out stopping at the curb. He’s sweating. His PHONE rings. He looks at it and quickly SILENCES IT and slips it back in his pocket. EXT. SIDEWALK - DOWNTOWN - DAY Christopher is PARANOID. Everything that moves is after him. Everyone who glances at him is following him. He stops to look over his shoulder. HIS PHONE RINGS:
CHRISTOPHER SMITH (answer) Yeah? DANIEL (O.S.) Hey, man, where did you go? Alice said -He hangs up quickly and keeps walking. A LINE IS FORMING for the Big Brother Security Check. PEOPLE are STARING AT HIM. People look over there shoulders and talking about him. Whispers, honks, loud traffic, people talking... It all becomes OVERWHELMING. Traffic, tires, steps, the noise, each one overlapping the other making his vision blur UNTIL: CHRISTOPHER POV: He is next in line at the CHECK POINT. COP #1 Sir? Do you have your ID? SNAPS BACK! What? CHRISTOPHER SMITH
COP #1 Keep your hands out of your pockets, please, sir. Christopher pulls his hands out quickly, PALMS OUT IN FRONT OF HIM. COP #1 (CONT’D) (into walkie) 108 to 316, I have a possible 218 in progress, requesting back up. (to Christopher) Do you have anything in your pockets that might harm me or stick me? CHRISTOPHER SMITH (curious) What’s a 218?
COP #1 You’re a 218. COP #2 Hands on the wall! COP 2 PUSHES Christopher OUT OF LINE and over to a brick wall. He spreads his legs further apart as people stare on. Hey! Easy! Quiet! CHRISTOPHER SMITH COP #1
Cop 1 takes Christopher’s wallet and takes out his ID. COP #2 Why didn’t you just show us the ID? COP #1 (into walkie) Smith, Christopher A. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Sir, may I please explain. COP #2 No you may not. I would advise you to stay quiet. Cop #2 types into his MAGAZINE SIZED OFFICAL TABLET. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Sir? This is a huge misunderstanding. Cop #2 nods to Cop #1. COP #1 He said shut the fuck up, sir! (into his walkie) 108, we have a positive ID on another 218. Smith, Christopher A. CHRISTOPHER SMITH This is bullshit! I’m a fucking citizen! COP #2 (close/quietly/personal) Should’a showed up like the others, you fuckin’ piece of shit!
CHRISTOPHER SMITH I haven’t done anything! Let me go! 2 MORE COPS come over and RUSH IN and grab a piece of Christopher, taking off his outerwear roughly. The LINE STOPS moving to watch. Christopher is down to his WHITE T-SHIRT. He tries to fight them off, feebly, the entire time. FINALLY, one of the cops pulls out a TASER/STUN GUN and taser’s him. Christopher STOPS STRUGGLING quickly, seizing. Cop #2 pulls out a device no bigger than a SHOT GUN and INSERTS a BRIGHT BLUE, (clear blue sea), device into the gun and holds it against Christopher’s arm. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT’D) (panic) What are you doing?! COP #3 pulls SWABS his arm quickly with IODINE, the thin brown liquid dripping everywhere. COP #2 pulls the trigger and INSERTS the device into Christopher’s arm with a LOUD SNAP. PAIN! Christopher yells out in agony! CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT’D) (to the crowd) Help me! Help me! People in the crowd keep walking by not wanting to notice. Christopher is left, TAGGED, and the 4 cops leave. He lays there resting against the brick wall as the REST OF THE LINE CONTINUES FORWARD. His ARM GLOWS BLUE under the skin and he feels it. Some of the people in line HURL GARBAGE and INSULTS at him in his time of need. PAUL (O.S.) You alright?
CHRISTOPHER SMITH (still dazed) What...? PAUL,(early 40s), casually dressed. Khaki slacks. Brown shoes. Checkered button up shirt. He is the epitome of ‘UNASSUMING’. PAUL Get up. Now. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Leave me alone. PAUL Get up and get back in line. Take my spot. The LINE moves forward. PAUL (CONT’D) C’mon! Get up! I’m not getting out of place to help you up! Christopher slowly gets himself up and hobbles over to Paul. You okay? PAUL (CONT’D)
CHRISTOPHER SMITH Yeah -- just -- itches. PAUL Yeah -- it’ll go away after a few hours. Christopher gets hit in the back of head with an umbrella by an OLD WOMAN and when he turns to face his attacker, the OLD WOMAN only SHAKES HER HEAD in disappointment. PAUL (CONT’D) Got mine a week ago. Charged me 50 bucks for the tagging and another 2,200 hundred for the blocker. CHRISTOPHER SMITH What’s a blocker. PAUL You see all these people staring at you and not me?
CHRISTOPHER SMITH They’re staring at me ‘cause I just got the shit kicked outta me. I hope someone was video taping that. Should be on the news. PAUL Oh, it’ll be on the news. But not in the way you want it to be. (beat) They’re staring at you because they know you’re a sex offender. Why? (beat) Because there’s an app for that too. Christopher takes a look around at all the people looking at their phones and tablets and looking to the TV’s on display. PAUL (CONT’D) People and technology have collided into a seriously frightening beast. (beat) Every shop that you go into, every apartment complex you walk past, every elementary school you even get near, they know man. They know. They know exactly who you are and what you did. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Why are you telling me all this? PAUL Everyone needs a pal, right? Paul puts his hand out for an introduction. PAUL (CONT’D) My name’s Paul. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (lying) Tim. Tim Grant. PAUL Nice to meet you, Tim. They shake and take a step closer in line.
PAUL (CONT’D) Oh hey -(takes something out of his back pocket) -- you dropped this. Paul hands Christopher back his DRIVER’S LICENSE. Christopher takes it back slowly, caught in the lie. PAUL (CONT’D) It’s okay. I wouldn’t trust another offender either, Chris. (beat) My names Michael. Michael aka PAUL shows his ID at the CHECK POINT and walks through, but not before turning back and giving an unsettling WINK at Christopher. Next. CHECK POINT GAURD (O.S.)
EXT. DOWNTOWN - CITY - DAY Christopher stares at the TELEPHONE. Finally... HE DIALS. Hello? WOMAN (O.S.)
CHRISTOPHER SMITH Can you come and get me? Please? INT. CAR - DAY LIZ,(early 30’s/Perpetually angry), sits in the drivers seat. Hey -CHRISTOPHER SMITH
He COVERS his arm with his hand to stop the blue light. LIZ (noticing his bruising) Oh my god! What happened?! CHRISTOPHER SMITH I’m -- it’s -- can you just drive, please? Just get me out of here?
LIZ No! What the hell happened to you? Did somebody do this to you? A CAR honks at her. LIZ (CONT’D) (out the window) Go around! CHRISTOPHER SMITH I -- I didn’t do anything wrong. LIZ Why’d you call me then? He looks at her with “why the fuck CAN’T I call you?!” eyes. LIZ (CONT’D) I feel like I made this clear, Christopher -LIZ (CONT’D) -- I’m not going to just come running every time -CHRISTOPHER SMITH Just -- please? CHRISTOPHER SMITH Please don’t...
LIZ (CONT’D) Just tell me who did this to you? (beat) Why are you covering your arm? CHRISTOPHER SMITH It’s just all one big misunderstanding, Liz -- c’mon -LIZ You called me! A CELL PHONE CHIME alerts loudly in the car. She picks up her phone. LIZ (CONT’D) (getting suspicious) Why are you covering your arm? She looks at her phone ALERT. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (c’mon!)
She reads her phone message. A long pause between the two..... LIZ (CONT’D) Why the fuck are you covering your arm, Christopher?! (beat) Why the fuck did you call me?! CHRISTOPHER SMITH (starting to cry) It’s not my fault... I didn’t do anything wrong... LIZ (loosing her shit) Why are you covering your fucking arm?! Christopher shows her. A slow POT BOILING realization washes over her face as she slowly turns her head facing out in front of the street. LIZ (CONT’D) Get -- the fuck -- out. Now. CHRISTOPHER SMITH I didn’t do anything wrong! LIZ GET OUT OF MY CAR! He shakes his head slowly, giving up and slowly opens the car door, waiting for her to say ‘get back in the car’, but it doesn’t come. She doesn’t even let him get all the way out before she drives off. Christopher puts his work shirt back on in the street trying to keep some dignity. He walks back to the PHONE BOOTH and dials a number. LIZ (CONT’D) (on the phone/irate) If you ever call me again, motherfucker, I swear to fucking christ I’ll call the cops and then I’m gonna get a fuckin’ restraining order! He sighs heavily.
LIZ (CONT’D) (on the phone) I let you sleep in my bed! She hangs up. SLOW DOLLY IN as Christopher carefully hangs up the phone. EXT. SIDEWALK - DOWNTOWN - DAY Christopher is walking home. His JACKET covering his TAG. 3 MEN start to follow him. They are not police. They are older, overweight, dad’s, sports fans, PTA members. Glasses, cardigans, suit pants and stained white T-shirts. Christopher passes an ALLEY WAY just as... -- HE’S SHOVED VIOLENTLY in by a 4th that came from NO WHERE. Christopher stumbles into the alley and falls on all 4’s. One of them has a SMART PHONE and he’s look at it and back to the rest of the mob and nods. CHRISTOPHER SMITH You’re kidding me, right....? MAN #1 Yeah, he’s got one. CHRISTOPHER SMITH C’mon, you guys! This is ridiculous. I’ve had a shitty day. Quiet! MAN #2
CHRISTOPHER SMITH (trying to lighten the mood) Alright. Okay. I’m scared now. I’ve learned my lesson. MAN #2 WHIPS out an EXTENDABLE BATON by his leg! CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT’D) (pure panic) Shit! Christopher tries to scramble away on all fours.
MAN #3 kicks Christopher in the chest JUST BEFORE Man #2 hits him in the lower back with the baton. Christopher stops and GRABS FOR his lower back. He turns around and gets on his knees and quickly tries to SCRAMBLE TO HIS FEET. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT’D) (pleading) Please -The baton HIT’S HIM IN THE FACE with a back hand and he goes QUIET/STUNNED except for a slight groan of shock and pain. He goes back down to one knee. MAN #4 hits him in the NOSE. WE HEAR A SNAP. Christopher, with one hand, cups his nose as it quickly LEAKS BLOOD all over his front and with the other holds it up in a LAST DITCH EFFORT to block what ever attack might come next. The baton CONNECTS WITH HIS FOREARM. Another LOUD CRACK as the bone in his forearm SNAPS! A LOUD WHISTLE from OFF SCREEN draws all the men’s attention. Hey! MAN #1
The MEN leave SUDDENLY as fast as they came. Christopher lays down in the middle of alley and bleeds. EXT. HOSPITAL - LATE AFTERNOON - LATER A CAR WHIPS by REVEALING Christopher standing there. DRIED BLOOD stains his shirt BROWN. His nose is in a SPLINT, eyes darkened and puffy by the swelling and bruising. His broken arm lays across his chest in a cast and sling. INT. SMITH’S CONDO - HALLWAY - NIGHT Christopher stands in front of his door and STRUGGLES with getting his keys out. His NEIGHBOR comes out to leave her home. She’s older, in her 60’s. WOMAN NEIGHBOR (noticing blood) What happened to you?
He doesn’t answer and walks in his condo and quietly closes the door. INT. DESIGN FIRM - OFFICE - MORNING Christopher is dressed for work. He walks in trying to exude CONFIDENCE through his obvious injuries. As he walks through the office and past each of his coworkers, they stop to look at him. A FAINT PHONE CHIME goes off. A woman grabs her phone and looks at it, then up at him as he walks by. Then another. And another. And another and another until: Christopher walks to his desk and sits down. RICHARD comes up to him and PERCHES near him. Hey, man! Hey. RICHARD CHRISTOPHER SMITH
RICHARD (noticing injuries) Dude, are you okay? Christopher glares up at him. “Are you fucking serious?” Richard’s phone alarm goes off. He digs in his pockets and pulls it out and looks at it. RICHARD (CONT’D) (oblivious) Check this out, dude. I was watching the news last night and that really hot one from Channel 4 did this article, or whatever, on this program that alerts you if there’s a sexual predator anywhere near you! Check this out, dude. Richard hands him his phone. Christopher looks at it without taking it and nods.
CHRISTOPHER SMITH Pretty handy. RICHARD I know, dude, right? Mine just went off, so I was just thinking -- I’m gonna go to the window and take a look around. You wanna come? CHRISTOPHER SMITH No. Thank you. THE BOSS, DANIEL, comes over and joins the group. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT’D) Good morning, Daniel. DANIEL Christopher. Do you have a moment? For what? CHRISTOPHER SMITH
DANIEL It’s just about this thing -- can we talk about it alone? It’s kind of personal. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (knowing what’s coming) How personal? DANIEL Just -- come with me and we can talk about it. No. CHRISTOPHER SMITH
Daniel is taken back and doesn’t know how to continue... What? DANIEL
CHRISTOPHER SMITH I said no. We’ll have this personal conversation right here at my fucking desk, Dan, or you can go away and fuck yourself. RICHARD What’s going on, dude?
CHRISTOPHER SMITH Tell him, Dan. Tell Richard here why you’re at my desk! RICHARD Are you two pissed at each other? DANIEL Fine. We’re letting you go. CHRISTOPHER SMITH You’re letting me go or your firing me? DANIEL Does it really matter which is which? CHRISTOPHER SMITH Yes, it does. DANIEL Then we’re firing you. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Who the fuck is ‘we’, Daniel? This is your firm! Who’s this ‘we’ you’re hiding behind?! DANIEL Fine! I’m firing you! CHRISTOPHER SMITH Good for you! Now why am I being fired, Daniel? I have the right to know why I’m being fired! DANIEL I’m not going to talk to you about this out here on the floor. Come with me back to my office and we can discuss this further. CHRISTOPHER SMITH I’m not going anywhere with you! You tell me right here! To my face! Why am I being fired?! Coworkers are starting to notice the raised voices and look over at the 3.
DANIEL Because we can’t be associated with people like you. CHRISTOPHER SMITH People like me? (beat) So, just to clarify, my performance is not in question here? DANIEL No, it’s not. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Then why am I being fired again, Dan? DANIEL (beating around the bush) You -- you aren’t the type of person people want to conduct business with on a daily basis, quite frankly. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Oh fuck you, you coward! DANIEL (offended) Jesus, Christopher -Christopher finally stands up. CHRISTOPHER SMITH No! I want to know what kind of person I am to you! (beat) Huh? What kind of a person am I? DANIEL You’re a -(say it) -- felon. And you lied on your resume. And that’s grounds for termination. CHRISTOPHER SMITH I’m sorry you think that. (gathering his things) You want to know what kind of person I am, Dan? I’m going to sue you, Dan. How does that feel, Dan? (MORE)
20. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT'D) I’m going to sue this entire firm, Dan. I’m going to take all your money from you, Dan! That’s the type of person I am! DANIEL (getting just as bitter) Yeah? Well I know what type of person you really are! CHRISTOPHER SMITH Oh, fuck off, man! You don’t know a fuckin’ thing about me! You’re just reading false information off of your fuckin’ phone! That’s what you know about me! Daniel finally starts firing back and GETTING REALLY ANGRY. DANIEL (screaming) Fuck you, Christopher! We were friends! (beat) Who’d you fuck to get tagged? Huh? You rape someone?! HUH?! (beat/screams louder) Did you touch a kid?! Every single CO-WORKER stands up. Any type of background noise that was happening before is now DEAD SILENT. CHRISTOPHER SMITH I didn’t do anything wrong! Daniel is being HELD BACK BY a number of Co-Worker’s and is RED IN THE FACE and DEEPLY AFFECTED by this. Christopher starts to walk away. People keep Daniel back from getting to Christopher. As he walks to the front of the building -DANIEL (screaming) Did you touch a little kid?! As he yells this, Christopher DROPS HIS THINGS in the TRASH and leaves. He walks by ALICE the secretary and they lock eyes just as he leaves.
INT. CHRISTOPHER’S CONDO - BEDROOM - NIGHT Christopher dials a number and it rings. Hello? Hey, mom. MOM (O.S.) CHRISTOPHER SMITH
MOM (O.S.) Hello, sweetheart, how are you? CHRISTOPHER SMITH I’m -- uh... (beat) I’m not so good -MOM (O.S.) What’s wrong? CHRISTOPHER SMITH I’m in a lot of trouble, mom, and I don’t know what to do anymore. MOM (O.S.) It can’t be that bad, can it? Whatever you’re in trouble for -it can be fixed. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Everyone thinks that I’m a criminal -- and -- they think I did something that I didn’t do. MOM (O.S.) Well, then there’s nothing to worry about, sweetheart. You’ll see. Christopher starts to sob silently. MOM (O.S.) (CONT’D) You’re a good man, Christopher. You just need to have a little bit of faith. (beat) Watch, you’ll see. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Thanks, mom. (beat) I got fired today, too.
MOM (O.S.) Well, you’ll find another one, won’t you. One that will appreciate what they have. CHRISTOPHER SMITH And what if I don’t? MOM (O.S.) It’ll work out. And if it doesn’t, why, you can always come home. For a little while. Christopher laughs at that. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (laughing through the tears) I can’t leave the state. I can’t go to the grocery store. I can’t go to the movies. I can’t go to library. I can’t take a walk outside with out getting the shit beat out of me. I’m scared to go anywhere! MOM (O.S.) (trying to lighten the mood) Oh, son, you’ve never gone to the library. Another light hearted laugh. MOM (O.S.) (CONT’D) Were you attacked? Yeah. CHRISTOPHER SMITH
MOM (O.S.) Christopher, my boy, you won’t have to worry anymore. You want to know why, son? Because deep down inside you know that you’ve not done anything wrong. Christopher puts his hand over his eyes and sobs. This is exactly what he needs right now. A mother’s comfort. MOM (O.S.) (CONT’D) You didn’t do what these people say you did. (MORE)
23. MOM (O.S.) (CONT’D) These people that are looking at you -- they don’t know what they’re looking at. (beat) When all this gets cleared up and you’re laughing about it later, you can look on the bright side -- you can sue the shit out of the state for emotional and physical distress. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (laughs again) They broke my arm, mom. MOM (O.S.) Why would the police break your arm? CHRISTOPHER SMITH They weren’t the police. A pause between them. MOM (O.S.) Did I say what you wanted to hear? CHRISTOPHER SMITH Yeah. You did great. Thank you. Another tender pause between them. MOM (O.S.) I love you, Christopher. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Thanks, mom. You too. (beat) I’m going to pop some pain killers and drink some wine and go to sleep, I think. MOM (O.S.) Call me whenever you need me, okay? I will. CHRISTOPHER SMITH
MOM (O.S.) Good night, Christopher. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Good night.
They both hang up. INT. SMITH’S CONDO - BEDROOM - MORNING He’s slept in his clothes over the sheets. Christopher slowly wakes up and looks at the clock: 11:30 AM. He makes coffee. Eats breakfast. Watches the news. His routine. He finally looks at his cell. 1 missed call. 1 new message. He puts the phone on SPEAKER and listens. WOMAN OPERATOR (O.S.) Mr. Smith, my name is Linda Uline and I’m with the Governor’s office here in Santa Fe and I’m calling to inform you that we have arrested and taken into custody another Christopher A. Smith. (beat) And -- upon processing, it seems -Mr. Smith -- on behave of the Governor of New Mexico, I want to extend to you our deepest apologies. We have made a grave error. Your tagging warrant and all subsequent fines have been terminated and if this has caused you any complications or other life changing problems, please contact me at my office. My extension is 517. (pause) I’ve called your city council court house and set up a time for your Target Acquisition Generator to be removed at 1:00PM today. Again, Mr. Smith, I am deeply sorry for this misunderstanding and I am personally striving to both better our field agents and improve on our identification protocol of potential TAG recipients. Thank you, Mr. Smith and have a nice day. Christopher is ELATED beyond words at this news and a single, battle hardened SMILE shows it. He’s won.
EXT. SIDEWALK - DOWNTOWN - DAY Christopher is walking to the courthouse. He see’s Alice, THE SECRETARY, and he waves her over. She comes over. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Hey! Alice! ALICE (uneasy) Hey, Christopher. Her PHONE ALARM chimes and she looks around her to see if anyone is looking at her. CHRISTOPHER SMITH I’m sorry you had to see that yesterday, but I just wanted you to know, it’s all been cleared up now. ALICE That was pretty terrible what you did. CHRISTOPHER SMITH I know, I lost my temper, and I’m not proud of that. But, you know, don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to Dan tomorrow and we’ll get it all cleared up. ALICE I wouldn’t come back into work for a while. Daniel is still pretty -shaken up. He’s not going to let this go. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (confident) It’s okay! Don’t worry about it. I can handle Daniel. ALICE Christopher, I’m sorry. I can’t be seen here with you, you know? (pause/looks around) I have a little girl at home -She doesn’t finish her sentence and walks off.
CHRISTOPHER SMITH (calling after her) Alice, come on! You don’t believe me? She doesn’t look back. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT’D) (calling after her) Well, alright then, I’ll just see you at the office next week! (pause) Alice! He stands there for a moment and watches her walk away and then continues on. UNASSUMING MAN (O.S.) Excuse me -AN UNASSUMING MAN, mid 40’s, he looks like a high school teacher, stands holding a leash to his chest. He WOULDN’T STICK OUT IN A CROWD. His clothes scream AVERAGE. UNASSUMING MAN (CONT’D) I’m sorry, have you seen a black lab running around here? She got away from me. CHRISTOPHER SMITH No, I’m sorry. I’ve not seen her. I’ll keep my eyes open, though. UNASSUMING MAN Thanks any way. CHRISTOPHER SMITH Yeah. You bet. Hope you find your dog. Christopher turns to walk away. UNASSUMING MAN (O.S.) (excited) Oh! I see her! HEY! Christopher turns back to look. UNASSUMING MAN (CONT’D) I see her! Hey! Can you gimme a hand? CHRISTOPHER SMITH I’m really sorry --
UNASSUMING MAN (CONT’D) It’ll just take a minute! Please? C’mon! CHRISTOPHER SMITH I want to, you know, but -Christopher gestures to his arm in the cast. UNASSUMING MAN That’s okay! That’s okay! If you can -- if you can just scare her out from behind the dumpster -- I can catch her on the other side. Christopher, the good samaritan, of course goes to help out. UNASSUMING MAN (CONT’D) Awe, thanks man! I really appreciate this! CHRISTOPHER SMITH Of course, it’s my pleasure. They walk to the dumpster. UNASSUMING MAN (sticks his hand out) Oliver. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (shakes) Christopher. Christopher kneels down looking for the dog. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT’D) Hey, Oliver, I don’t see your dog down here. UNASSUMING MAN She’s back there, trust me. Christopher looks down again. He finally see’s it. The little black lab. It’s TIED TO THE DUMPSTER with it’s leash. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (quietly/to himself) What the hell -WE HEAR A QUIET SNIP/SLICE.
Christopher SNAPS back up to look at OLIVER. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT’D) Did you just touch my ass? Christopher TRIES TO STAND but STUMBLES. OLIVER grabs his and slowly helps him sit down against the dumpster. Christopher’s FACE GOES PALE quickly. CHRISTOPHER SMITH (CONT’D) What -- did you do? UNASSUMING MAN (tender/parental) Are you okay? Are you comfortable? You’ll be loosing a lot of blood all at once so if you become cold quickly, don’t worry, it’s -- it’s quite natural. (pause) Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully. Christopher nods with a GASP for air. UNASSUMING MAN (CONT’D) Listen, now. This is going to be very important, what I have to say next. (pause) I watch people like you every day. You know how many little girls that came through my ER last year alone? 27 girls under the age of 12. Can you believe that? (beat) Did you know that the probability of sexual deviance and relationship complications rise dramatically after being sexually abused as a child? (pause) You probably wouldn’t. People like you don’t care about people like me. And my family. And my kids. (beat) My daughter was raped when she was just 15. She aborted the child, in case you were wondering. We haven’t spoken in almost 7 years. (MORE)
29. UNASSUMING MAN (CONT’D) (laughs) I’m not even sure if she’s still alive! She never calls, her mother won’t tell me if -- that’s why I -(beat) That’s why I do things like this. Do you understand, Christopher? Do you know why I did this to you? Christopher gives a very light shake of his head ‘no’. UNASSUMING MAN (CONT’D) You don’t know or you don’t want to know? (beat) Well, you’re a deviant bastard sonofabitch. And you don’t deserve to live. People -- like -- you -(sticks his finger out) -- don’t deserve to live. I’m not proud of my actions, I’m not going to lie to you, but I won’t miss any sleep tonight either. I don’t like this. This -- violence. But it’s necessary.... (trails off) It’s a necessary evil. I do it because I’m sick -- and tired -- of seeing people like you walking around looking at people like me. You -- deserve -- what you got. Christopher starts to “fish gulp” his last breaths. He’s dying quickly. Oliver takes a long look into his eyes. UNASSUMING MAN (CONT’D) Alright. See you around. Oliver stands up and goes to take his dog from behind the dumpster and walks off down the alley. Christopher gasps’s quietly for air until it starts to slow until he’s only got one -- gasp -- left. The LIFE leaves his eyes and his pupils DILATE. THE END
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