Miami Beach
Florida Police Department
Squad Room
(Two uniformed police officers are processing the arrest of a handcuffed
prisoner.)
Crim: I want my lawyer. I got rights.
Meyers: You better relax you hear me?
Bishop: Shut up and
don't move. (He sits at a desk and picks up some papers.)
Meyers: You want a beer or a cappuccino or something?
Crim: Ha Ha.
Bishop: Let's see what we got here. (He
puts on a show of fake enthusiasm.) Oh boy, a bona fide three time loser,
Frankie. You know what that means don't we?
Meyers: Automatic jail
time isn't it? (The perp nods his head in a show of nonchalance. He is not
amused by the comedy act.)
Bishop: Congratulations. Well it does
seem a little harsh considering that you got only what? Six dollars and . . .
(He starts chuckling.). . . thirty-seven cents off a lady.
Meyers: You almost got away with it too.
Bishop: You are
what we call a top notch criminal. Where's my coffee Frank?
(Frank turns
away from his prisoner to pick up Bishop's coffee and the prisoner takes the
opportunity to make a run for it.)
Meyers: Run you little puke.
(The prisoner doesn't get far as a highly polished booted foot is placed
in his path. The prisoner trips and, without the use of his hands to break his
fall, lands with a thump on his chest. Jarod, the wearer of the offending boot,
and Bishop grab an elbow each and lift him to his feet.)
Meyers:
Maybe I should have got him a decafe.
Jarod: That looked like it
hurt.
Bishop: See what happens when you act like an idiot. (He
passes the prisoner on to another officer.) Put the track star in his cage.
Meyers: Looks like he ripped that pretty shirt of his.
Bishop: (Shakes Jarod's hand.) Quick move. Carl Bishop.
Meyers: How you doin'? Frank Meyers.
Jarod: Jarod Starr.
Two "r"s.
Meyers: Oh yeah, like Ringo.
Jarod: Who's Ringo?
Bishop: That's funny. How come I haven't seen you round here before?
(They step up to the front desk.)
Desk Sargent: He just
transferred in from Chicago. You're late again today Starr and I'm still waiting
on those transfer papers. (Jarod looks embarrassed by the amonition in front
of his peers.)
Jarod: I was just coming to talk to you about that
Maam. . .
(A woman - Swindell - appears behind Jarod and interrupts.)
Swindell: Bishop, Meyers. You were due in my office a half-hour ago.
Bishop: Yeah, well, we've been kinda busy.
Swindell: I
want you both inside now.
Meyers: Come on detective, give us a break.
We've gone over this already.
Swindell: Now. (She walks away.)
Meyers: That woman needs a hobby.
Bishop: She's just doing
her job Frank. See you later Chicago.
Jarod: Look forward to it.
Meyers: Yeah nice to meet you. (They shake hands again and Bishop
and Meyers head off after Swindell. Jarod turns to the Desk Sargent and leans on
the desk.)
Jarod: Did I miss something?
Desk Sargent:
Typical IA broad.
Jarod: She's internal affairs.
Desk Sargent:
Detective Karen Swindell. Don't get any ideas Romeo - she's the original ice
princess. You were saying about transfer papers?
Jarod: (He turns
on the charm.) Oh come on Sarge you know how it is with red tape, they
should be along any day now.
Desk Sargent: Well until I get the rest
of your documentation you're going to be riding a desk instead of a bike. You
don't want me to start thinking you're up to something do you?
Jarod:
Me? Sarge. I'm clean as a whistle. (She relents under the power of his
smile.)
Desk Sargent: (She smiles back, won over, for
now.) Get back to work.
On the Streets
(A motortrike zooms through a red light causing
cars to break and spin in their efforts to avoid a collision. Jarod turns on his
siren and pursues it.) The rider of the trike pulls over and is revealed as
an elderly woman with black goggles and a leather cap.)
Millie:
Can I help you officer?
Jarod: Maam, did you by any chance happen to
notice the colour-
Millie: (Millie interrupts, looking at Jarod's
motorbike in admiration.) Whoa! Is that a twin cam?
Jarod: Excuse
me?
Millie: You guys bore out the cylinder heads don't cha? Oh I'd
love to soup up my honey pot.
Jarod: Your honey pot?
Millie: Ah huh! I was going to blow out the headers and open up the
cylinder block but my social security cheque was late. (Some rough-looking
riders on Harleys ride by yelling at Millie.)
Bikers: Hey Millie,
you're looking good!
Millie: Ah! You devils!!! (She punches the
air and laughs. Jarod is amused but confused by this woman.) I rode with
those dudes in Jacksonville.
Jarod: Maam.
Millie: (She
shakes Jarod's hand.) Mildred Brennon. My friends call me Millie.
Jarod: Millie, did you happen to notice the colour of the light back
there in the intersection?
Millie: (She removes her dark glasses
and looks back at the intersection.) What light?
Hound Dog Haven
(Parker stamps dirt off the bottom of her shoes before walking across
the road. She is carrying a heavy book that she hands it to Sydney who's leaning
against their car. The book is "Criminology and Law Enforcement Procedure".)
Parker: Wonder Boy checked out of this dirt water town three days
ago. That's all he left behind. Where's the driver?
Sydney: Using the
facilities.
Parker: That guy has the bladder of a squirrel.
(Parker gets out her cigarettes as a sheriff's car drives up with lights
flashing.) Hmm. What now?
Sheriff: (He and a companion
approach Parker.) Afternoon missy.
Parker: Sheriff. (She
starts to get in her car but the Sheriff shuts the door before she can.)
Sheriff: Would you mind taking off your jacket.
Parker:
Excuse me.
Sheriff: Oh it's nothing personal I'd just like you to
take off your jacket please.
Parker: I will not.
Sheriff:
Please.
Parker: (She looks to Sydney who raises his eyebrows and
shrugs. Her driver runs down towards the car adjusting his clothing as he goes.
Parker takes her anger out on him.) You are fired! (She addresses the
Sheriff as she removes her jacket.) I want you to know I've seen
"Deliverance".
Sheriff: You want to give me one of these. (He
twirls his finger and Parker turns around obediently, revealing her gun tucked
into the waistband of her skirt. He removes it.) Oh that is good enough. My
my. Guess you can put the cuffs on this young lady. Maam you are under arrest
for violation of Criminal code 369.7.
Parker: And what the hell is
that?
Sydney: Carrying a concealed weapon. It says so right here in
the book. Hi-lighted in yellow.
Sheriff: I guess you'll be going with
me. (He leads Parker, now handcuffed, towards the Sheriff's car.)
Parker: Jarod. Cafe
Jarod: So let me get this straight.
This (He holds up a doughnut hole.) starts out as a part of this (He
holds up a doughnut.) but then you punch it out and then you sell it as a
separate product?
Waitress: I think you got it. (She points to the
doughnut.) Doughnut. (She points to the "hole".) Doughnut hole.
Jarod: I don't mean to belabour a point, but if the hole is here
(He looks through the middle of the doughnut.), why do you call this the
hole? (He looks at the ball that's been punched out.)
Waitress: (She leans into Jarod conspiratorially.) The truth
is I've always wondered that myself, but don't tell my boss - I wouldn't want
him to think I don't know the business.
Jarod: I promise. (He
takes a bite of the doughnut, still looking puzzled.) Um, I'll have another
one please.
Waitress: On the house.
Jarod: If you don't
mind I'd rather eat it here. (She smiles and walks outside with a tray,
shaking her head at Jarod's apparent simplicity. She sees a man across the
street and waves. He is an older gentleman, braces holding up grey trousers and
a peaked cap on his head. )
Waitress: Morning Mr Kembrook.
(The man waves back. As the girl begins clearing the outside tables Jarod
emerges from the shop with his donuts. He looks at the man.)
Jarod: He seems very sad.
Waitress: Poor man, he hasn't
been the same since Marvin was killed. (She continues to remove dishes from
the tables.)
Jarod: Marvin?
Waitress: His son. He was a
guard at the Buffalo Jewellers. About a month ago he was shot trying to rob it.
Jarod: Sounds like you know the family pretty well.
Waitress: Since I was born. Mr Kembrook anyway.
Jarod: I'm
afraid you've lost me.
Waitress: The Kembrooks gave Marvin up for
adoption when he was just a baby. A few years after Mrs Kembrook died Mr
Kembrook started searching for his son. (She snaps her fingers.) Found
him, six months ago.
Jarod: He must have been very happy.
Waitress: Oh they both were. It turns out Marvin was looking for his
parents the whole time too. Can you imagine meeting your own parents for the
first time when you're a grown adult?
Jarod: I guess it would be
pretty emotional.
Waitress: Oh yeah. Even after all those years they
still loved each other.
Jarod: What makes you so sure?
Waitress: Because they were blood and there's nothing stronger than
that. (She walks back into the shop. Jarod continues to watch the sad old man
for a little longer, then opens his red notebook. He looks at the newspaper
articles pasted inside: "Jewellery Store Guard Killed in Robbery Attempt",
"Father and Son Reunited by Local Woman -Local Woman Praised as Hero". The
second article has a photo of a blonde woman, captioned with "Susan Granger,
Finder of Lost Persons". Jarod highlights the caption in yellow.)
Susan's Granger's Office
(Jarod enters in police uniform
to find Susan speaking on the phone. While he waits he looks at the myriad of
photos displayed under the heading "Found".)
Susan: Mrs Morgan we
may have a sighting on your daughter. Our people are flying to New York as we
speak. And If all goes well you should have your arms around Catherine by
tomorrow night. Thank you. God bless you too. (She hangs up and notices the
police officer.) How can I help you? (She takes a drink from her cup,
distracted. When Jarod doesn't answer she finds him looking at her,
emotional.)
Jarod: I don't know who I am.
Jail
Cell
(Sydney is on the phone. The Sheriff sits at his desk and Parker
is locked in a solitary jail cell.)
Parker: (She stands at the
bars, and speaks to the Sheriff through clenched teeth.) You arrested me
because of an anonymous phone call?!
Sheriff: Ah hah.
Parker: Do you mind telling me how you knew that this person was
telling the truth?
Sheriff: He sounded honest.
Parker:
(She turns away in disbelief.) It's official - I'm in
hell.
Sheriff: Now, now Darling, you did have that concealed weapon on
you and you'll be able to post bail just as soon as Judge Hargreave gets back
from that Bath(?) tournament and we sign ourselves some papers.
Parker: When exactly is that?
Sheriff: The day after
tomorrow.
(She closes her eyes in frustration.)
Sydney:
(He hangs up and walks back to Parker carrying one of Jarod's target
sheets.) The entire legal staff of the Centre is on their annual retreat in
the South of France. So it will be at least seventy-two hours before we can even
reach a lawyer.
Parker: He knew that. Dammit Sydney he's up to
something and he needs me out of the way for three days.
Sydney:
(Looking at the target sheet.) 10:19 - it could be a time reference.
Parker: (She snatches the paper out of his hand, the barely
contained anger threatening to get the better of her.) Forget that! Just get
me a lawyer. Any lawyer.
Susan's Office
(Jarod is looking
at the photos displayed under "Missing". Susan has put aside her earlier offhand
manner with him and speaks sympathetically.)
Susan: Most missing
person cases fall into one of three categories - Abductions, runaways and
abandonment.
Jarod: I'm looking for my parents.
Susan:
What makes you think I can help?
Jarod: (He turns to look at
her.)I read in the paper that you helped reunite a father and his son after
twenty-five years.
Susan: Friendly warning - they don't all turn out
that way. There's a risk a person takes when they search for their past. It's
not always what they hope for.
Jarod: I'd be willing to risk anything
for the chance to find out.
Susan: Are they still alive? (Jarod
flashes back to the DSA he watched earlier.)
Sydney: Jarod is he
still alive?
Flashback
(Young Jarod stands in front of the photo
of the battered man that is projected onto the wall of the Sim Lab.)
Young Jarod: The eyes.
Sydney: What about the eyes?
Young Jarod: (He puts his hand on the image as if he can feel the
man's emotions.)He wants to cry but he can't.
Sydney: Why not?
Young Jarod: He feels alone, forgotten. He just doesn't care any
more.
Sydney: Care about who?
Young Jarod:Himself. He's
given up. (He turns to face Sydney.) I won't give up Sydney, I'll never
give up.
Susan: Officer Starr. Jarod.
Jarod: Hmm?
Susan: I was wondering if you knew if your parents were still alive?
Jarod: I don't know. I was never told the truth.
Susan:
Well why not use the police database to initiate a search?
Jarod: I
can't. Look this is probably going to be hard to understand but I don't have
much time. Seventy-two hours.
Susan: Without a name. . .
Jarod: I have a picture. (He hands her the large colour photo of
the woman Sydney has told him is his mother.) It's my mother. At least
that's what I was told. And my father might have been an aviator.
Susan: In the Service?
Jarod: I don't know.
Susan: I'll see what I can do.
Jarod: Thank you. (He
starts to go.)
Susan: Officer Starr. There's a group of people
like yourself. There's a meeting here tomorrow night, if you're interested.
Sometimes it helps just to know that you're not alone. (Jarod smiles but
doesn't say anything. He leaves.)
Prison Cell
(Miss
Parker sits alone on in her cell. She drops a cigarette to the floor and crushes
it under her shoe. It joins many other butts. She lights a another cigarette and
looks at a rough sketch someone has drawn on the cell wall. It shows a man being
chased by another, the chases arms outstretched as it almost catches its prey.
She winces as she realises that it was probably a message left by Jarod, another
sign of the control that he has over her. Sydney enters the cell area with
another man.)
Sydney: Miss Parker you wanted a lawyer. Henry?
(Henry steps forward. He is wearing a light coloured suit that looks like it
hasn't been cleaned or pressed in some time. A hat tops off a very "hick-like"
appearance. He is unshaven and his smile reveals a gapy set of teeth.)
Parker: Tell me you're kidding?
Henry: Henry J Munroe,
Esquire. Finest attorney in Cedar Point. Truth be known, the only attorney in
Cedar Point. (His laugh turns into a wracking cough which motivates Sydney to
pat Henry on the back. Parker goes back to puffing on her cigarette.)
Parker: He knew this.
Police Department (Jarod is
drinking at a fountain when he hears an argument nearby. He finds Millie
standing talking to the Desk Sargent.)
Desk Sargent: Maam there
is nothing I can do.
Millie: You don't understand. This is a death
sentence for me.
Jarod: Millie?
Millie: Finally someone
with half a brain in their head. Desk Sargent: You know this woman?
Jarod: We've met. What's the problem? (He asks the Sargent but
Millie interrupts.) Millie: I um, I accidentally side swiped the meat
wagon down on Biscane Boulevard, and now they want to put me in cement boots and
dump me into the causeway.
Desk Sargent: She ran an empty county
ambulance off the road and we're suspending her driver's licence.
Jarod: Can you give us a moment please?
Desk Sargent: Be
my guest. (She leaves them.)
Millie: (She lowers her
voice.) I wouldn't trust that woman as far as I could throw her.
Jarod: Millie this is very serious. What if that ambulance was
carrying somebody to the hospital?
Millie: I don't want to hurt
anybody. (She lowers her head and her voice falters with emotion.) Look
ah . . . My husband's dead and my kids are all gone, they're on their own. I'm
seventy-three years old and … I'm alone. You take my bike, you take my
independence. You take that you might as well bury me because I'll be dead.
Jewellery Store
(A shop assistant shows Jarod a ring from
her display case. Jarod barely looks at it.)
Shop Assistant:
Lovely. Ruby, emerald and sapphire trio bordered by diamonds.
Jarod:
How much is it?
Shop Assistant: Only $4000
Jarod: Hmm.
That's not enough.
Shop Assistant: Well I do have this brilliant
Princess cut diamond, with a trillion on either side for $5000.
Jarod: With tax that would be $5328. (He smiles.) That's
perfect. I'll take it. (He hands over his credit card.)
Shop
Assistant: (She takes the card and swipes it, then begins to process the
transaction as Jarod looks happily at the ring in its case.) You do realise
this purchase is going to max out your credit card?
Jarod: That's the
idea. (Jarod purchases the ring then leaves the shop. He comes across a
ragged man with a sign "Will Run City Hall for Food" and drops the ring in the
man's metal cup. Jarod walks on smiling while the man examines the ring, bites
the stone, then laughs and happily hurries off discarding his sigh.)
Jarod's Lair
(A table is littered with Jarod's possessions:
pages with "10:19" written on them, bent used bullets, donoughts - many of them
half-eaten, and a large plastic container of milk. Jarod drinks straight from
the milk container. Jarod is watching a taped copy of a news report. It shows
Harold Kembrook meeting his son for the first time since he was a baby. Marvin
is driven up in a taxi and the two embrace tearfully.)
TV
Announcer: An odyssey of searching for the past came to a dramatic and
emotional conclusion earlier this morning as Harold Kembrook nervously waited
for the doors of the taxi to open and deliver his son, given up for adoption
some twenty-five years earlier. As fate would have it his son, Marvin Kembrook
has spent the last 11 years on the very same hunt for his true identity. Also on
hand to witness the emotional reunion was Susan Granger, the woman instrumental
in bringing the two men together. Father and-
(Jarod turns the tape off.
He opens a police report of Marvin's alleged robbery attempt and death. Inside
there is a photo of Marvin's body and listed as the investigating officers are
Carl Bishop and Frank Meyers. Jarod highlights their names. There's a knock on
the door.)
Jarod: Just a second. (He checks before opening the
door to reveal a teenager with a box.)
Delivery Boy: Starr?
Jarod: That's me.
Delivery Boy: You ordered the donuts.
Jarod: Raspberry Supremes?
Delivery Boy: Whatever. (He
looks past Jarod to see many plates of various types of donuts.)
Jarod: (Jarod takes out one of the doughnuts and takes a
bite.) Hmm. This should cover it. (He hands over a note.)
Delivery Boy:(The boy looks at the note in surprise.) Hey! Um,
I'm going to go out on a real limb here and guess that you're a big doughnut
fan?
Jarod: They're very good.
Delivery Boy: What are you
like, a cop?
Jarod: (He is amazed and concerned by the boy's
knowledge.) How did you know?
Delivery Boy: Funny. (He leaves and
Jarod closes the door.)
Police Department
(Swindell is
at her desk when Jarod enters carrying a doughnut with a single lit candle at
its centre.)
Jarod: Detective Swindell? I hope you don't mind if
I skip the birthday song - I never actually learned the lyrics.
Swindell: You read my file. That's my job.
Jarod: That's a
Bavarian Cream. I was thinking about getting you a raspberry Supreme but
somebody ate the last one. This one's very good. (He puts it on her
desk.)
Swindell: Most field officers don't socialise with IA.
Jarod: The truth is I'm thinking about putting up for transfer to
Internal Affairs. The examination requires that the applicant break down an
actual case file-
Swindell: And you want my help.
Jarod: I
heard you were very thorough.
Swindell: Do you have any particular
case in mind?
Jarod: Yes I do. (He looks at the doughnut.) Are
you going to eat that? (They leave the office and walk along a corridor.)
Jarod: According to the field report Bishop and Meyers responded to a
robbery call at the Jewellery store. When they get there a security guard -
Marvin Kembrook - is robbing the place with an accomplice. So this accomplice
shoots Kembrook and then he gets away. Now this sounds more like an unsolved
homicide than an IA investigation.
Swindell: Forensics went over that
store with a fine tooth comb. They didn't find a print, a fibre, nothing.
Jarod: So this accomplice was efficient.
Swindell: Jarod
if you're ever going to make it in IA you have to realise that part of the job
is to get inside the heads of the people involved in the case. (Swindell
stops walking and turns to face Jarod.) Marvin Kembrook spent most of his
life in foster homes. When he was eighteen he joined the marines. I looked up
his military file; he tested in the lowest five percent of his unit, spent ten
years in uniform and never busted corporal.
Jarod: Not exactly a
criminal master mind.
Swindell: We're talking about a young man who
just found out who he was, where he came from. He had two thousand dollars in
his bank account, his bills were paid. Are you going to tell me he'd throw all
that away for a fast score?
Jarod: So if you don't think that
Kembrook was involved, and the accomplice was fictitious who did it?
Swindell: There was one piece of hard evidence left at the scene: the
slug they dug out of Marvin Kembrook's chest. Find the gun that fired that
bullet and you've found the real killer.
Police Department
Locker
Room
(Bishop stands at his locker putting the final touches to uniform
when Jarod enters in a hurry.)
Jarod: Oh man!
Bishop:
Late again huh?
Jarod: Yeah the desk Sargent is going to have my butt
in a sling if she catches me. Will you do me a favour?
Bishop: What's
that?
Jarod: (Holding an envelope.) My transfer papers got
sent to my house by mistake. Would you give them to her……after I'm gone?
Bishop: No problem. (He takes the envelope from Jarod.)
Jarod: Thanks. Hey listen, you know I'm kind of new around here and I
don't know many people I was thinking maybe I could take you and your partner to
lunch one day, my treat.
Bishop: Yeah sure. What about tomorrow?
Jarod: Great, I'll look forward to it. (Bishop waits until Jarod
is gone and then opens the envelope. He reads what's written inside and nods.
Meyers enters the locker area.)
Meyers: Hey partner, how's it
going?
Bishop: Read this. I think we found the guy we've been looking
for.
Meyers: Yeah?
(Jarod has been listening from just out of
sight. He walks away, satisfied.)
Susan's Office
Meeting
(A group of about eleven people including Jarod are sitting on chairs
arranged in a circle. One of the seated women is talking to the group.)
Woman:
Man: ……..eleven years since my son disappeared and there isn't
a day that goes by that I don't think I see him…….standing on a street corner,
or passing by on a city bus. My friends say "Elsie you should let it go" but I
mean how do you deny yourself? How do you just walk away from your life?
Mr Kembrook: You don't. We've been coming here for more years than I
want to remember, more years than any of us want to admit. You people know my
story, what happened to my son and I want to tell you (Jarod begins to hear
his mother's voice speaking Kembrook's words. He "sees" not Kembrook, but the
woman from his photograph speaking to the group.) that you should never give
up. Never stop looking for the people that you love because it's worth it. Even
if it's just a moment. Now we sit here and we talk about how much we miss them
and how much we love them and in the end I think it's……I think it's the little
things that we miss the most. The way we see ourselves in our children. The way
(The vision of his mother fades, to be replaced by the reality of Mr Kembrook's
form and voice.) the way he sat in a chair, his laugh. (We see Kembrook using
a plastic stirring stick to make slow figure eights in his coffee.) The way
he stirred his coffee. (Jarod's mother's voice echoes Kembrook's.) Never
give up. Ever. (Jarod sits, dealing with the emotion of the moment.)
On the Streets
(Once again Jarod drives up on his
motorbike to a Millie disturbance. Her trike is parked behind a van and the
argument she's having with the young male driver has drawn a crowd.)
Millie: Pint sized moron. Nerd!
Teenager: Nerd?
Millie: You weren't looking where you were going!
Teenager: I wasn't going anywhere.
Millie: You don't have
to yell I'm not deaf.
Teenager: No you're blind Lady! You gotta take
some . . . (Both Millie and the teenager argue at the same time until Jarod
interrupts.)
Jarod: Whoa what seems to be the trouble here?
Teenager: Evil Kinevil here almost cut me in half with her tricycle.
(Millie objects and the two start arguing loudly again.)
Jarod: Okay okay okay! That is enough! That is enough! You. (He
points at Millie.) Stay here. You, (Points to the teenager.) come
with me.
Jarod: (He and the young man walk around to the other
side of the van. Jarod surveys the damage.) Is that it?
Teenager:
Yeah.
Jarod: It's nothing that a little sandpaper and a little
touch-up paint won't cure. You do have insurance?
Teenager: Yeah, but
I'm not going to let that old bag get away. She almost wasted me man!
Jarod: (He walks to the rear of the van.) What have we here?
An expired licence place. That's gonna cost you about hundred bucks in fines.
And I could of course search your van. (He smiles sweetly.)
Teenager: (He undergoes a remarkable attitude change.)
Sandpaper and touch up paint?
Jarod: Ha hmm. (The young man walks to
the front of his van and gets in.) Have a nice day. (He turns to Millie.)
And you young lady, you're coming with me.
Millie: Where?
Jarod: (Jarod points her head towards a sign on a nearby building:
"Optometrist".) There.
Restaurant
(Jarod, Meyers and
Bishop are seated at a booth, having just finished lunch.)
Meyers: So what did your wife do next?
Jarod: She walks
in, she packs her bag, and then she splits.
Meyers: Oh you've got to
be kidding me.
Jarod: Now why would I make up a story like that?
Meyers: They are so unbelievable.
Jarod: It's incredible
and the next time I talked to her it was in some lawyer's office at a hundred
bucks an hour.
Bishop: Sounds like my last wife.
Jarod:
Marriage number three?
Bishop: No, four.
Jarod: Four?
Please, what have you got like a thousand kids?
Bishop: No, six. Six
real good kids.
Meyers: Yeah and they all look like him.
Bishop: Shut up Frank. (They laugh.)
Jarod: It must
be tough making ends meet with all those obligations.
Bishop: I make
sure everybody is well taken care of.
Jarod: Still you know, there's
got to be a better way.
Bishop: What, like Chicago?
Jarod:
Chicago?
Meyers: Yeah we know about the investigation. About the
payoff money you were collecting from the dealers on the south side.
Jarod: You read my file.
Bishop: New guy comes in we check
him out. You'd do the same thing.
Jarod: (Angrily.) You had
no right to read my file. Besides they never proved anything.
Bishop:
It proves that you can cover your tracks. Take it easy. Frank and I do the job
but we're always looking for new opportunities, isn't that right Frank?
Meyers: That's right.
Bishop: It takes a special kind of
cop to do what we do. We think you're that cop. (Jarod looks from Bishop to
Meyers but before he can reply the waiter interrupts and speaks to Jarod.)
Waiter: I'm sorry sir. Your credit card came back invalid.
Jarod: That's impossible . Try running it through the right way.
Waiter: I know how to do my job. I tried it three times, okay?
Jarod: There is some mistake obviously; I always pay off my credit
card.
Waiter: There is no mistake.
Bishop: (He and
Meyers are amused at Jarod's predicament. Bishop stands up.) Well Frank it
looks like we're going to have to bail this deadbeat out before he pulls his gun
and tries to shoot his way out of here. (He hands over some cash to the
waiter.)
Waiter: Thanks.
Bishop: Look, I got to take
my kid to Little League practice. Why don't you drop by the park in a couple of
hours? We'll talk about it then okay?
Jarod: I'll think about it.
Bishop: Yeah you do that. Got a little something right here. (He
flicks Jarod on the chest - the usual attention-getter prank - but Jarod seems
too distracted to notice.) Thanks for lunch. (He and Meyers walk out,
amused. Jarod is left looking at the credit card.)
Jarod's
Lair
(Jarod is on the phone talking with Susan Granger.)
Susan: We got a red flag on your mothers' photo, some place in
Delaware.
Jarod: Delaware?
Susan: Mean anything to you?
Jarod: It used to.
Susan: Well someone picked up the
global scan on the net that we sent out and we got an anonymous phone call.
Whoever it was recognised the woman in the picture and has a name, but they're
adamant about not sending anything over the computer system or the phone lines.
I mean it seems strange. Do you want to go forward with this?
Jarod:
(He's deeply troubled by the risk but finally makes a decision.) Yes.
Susan: Okay. They're spending the information by special courier.
I'll call you the second it gets here.
Jarod: Thank you. (He hangs
up but looks worried.)
The Centre
(A female technician
talks to Broots.)
Tech: We've found Jarod.
Broots:
Where?
Tech: A missing person's agency in Miami. But we've also
monitored a response signal emanating from inside the Centre.
Broots:
Someone on the inside made contact with this agency? Well what kind of
information was breached?
Tech: We're not, we're not sure.
Broots: Has anyone alerted Miss Parker?
Tech: We thought
you'd want to. (She walks away. Broots sinks into a chair looking very worried.)
Broots: I'd rather stick my head in a bear trap.
Park
(Boys play baseball in the park behind the three men.)
Bishop: (To the baseball players.) Yeah!
Jarod: How many
of these jobs have you pulled?
Bishop: What difference does it make
Jarod, we're throwing you a rope. The question is are you smart enough to grab
it?
Jarod: Why do you need a third guy?
Bishop: Because we
had problems the last time round. We need a third guy to plug up the leak.
Jarod: How does it work?
Meyers: Ah, we use security codes
to access the stores.
Bishop: Low risk. High reward.
Meyers: Oh yeah.
Jarod: What if something goes wrong?
Bishop: It won't.
Jarod: Humour me. What if somebody walks
in?
Meyers: We're in blue, we're the good guys. They're not going to
suspect us of a crime. Hell they think we're responding to 'em.
Jarod: What if they pull a gun?
Bishop: Then we take 'em
down and we're free. I mean, we just make it look like we stopped a robbery in
progress.
Jarod: Is that what happened with Marvin Kembook?
Meyers: What do you know about that?
Jarod: Come on. I
read your files too. What I don't understand is - how did you tamper with the
ballistic report?
Meyers: What?
Jarod: They never made a
match to the weapon that killed Kembrook. Internal Affairs always checks the
weapons of the first officers that arrive at the scene of a homicide.
Bishop: I think I was wrong about you Jarod. Let's go Frank.
(They start to walk away but Jarod grans Bishop by the elbow and pulls
him back.)
Jarod: Whoa whoa whoa! Wait a minute. You're asking me
to risk everything. All I'm asking is if something goes wrong do I have a way
out?
Bishop: (Bishop looks to Meyers, finally makes up his
mind.) Throw away. Ankle holster. (Meyers looks uncomfortable with this
revelation.) Unregistered. If something goes down we use it, put it in the
trunk of my car and wait for the heat to blow over.
Meyers: Look are
you in or what?
Jarod: I'm in.
Meyers: Okay.
Bishop: (Shaking Jarod's hand.) I'm glad you're on the team
Starr but if you cross me I'll put a bullet in your heart. (The children
finish practice and come running over. Bishop turns to them, changing from
threatening crooked cop to loving father instantly.)
Children:
Dad! Dad!
Bishop: Let's go Tommy. That a boy. (He lifts Tommy into
his arms.) Want an ice cream?
Tommy: Yeah! (Jarod watches
Bishop walk away.)
Jail
(Miss Parker is out of the
cell, signing a form on the Sheriff's desk.)
Parker: I plan on
suing this entire dirtwater town for every penny it's worth.
Henry:
My card. (Parker takes it and starts to follow Sydney out the exit. Behind
them the Sheriff answers his phone.)
Sheriff: Denton.
Parker: Let's get out of here.
Sheriff: Oh Miss Parker do
you know a man by the name of Broots?
Parker: Take a message. (She
shuts the door behind her. The Sheriff yells, undaunted.)
Sheriff: He says he's located the target! (The door opens and Miss
Parker stands there, waiting.)
Cafe (Jarod sits at a
Café's outdoor table. A waitress pours him coffee.)
Jarod:
Grazios (He stirs the coffee thoughtfully. When he looks down at what he's
doing he's stirring it the same way Mr Kembrook had in the meeting. He looks at
the other people sitting at tables and he sees that they're all stirring their
beverages the same way. He hears Mr Kembrook's voice again.)
Mr
Kembrook: The way he stirred his coffee. (Jarod looks at the faces of the
people. One of the people sitting there is facing the other way, but the hair is
long and flowing and it looks familiar. Jarod gets up, walks to the woman, and
touches her on the shoulder. She turns and smiles up at him; it's his
mother.)
Jarod: Mum? (A tray of spoons is dropped noisily
nearby and startles Jarod out of the illusion. He's still sitting at his table
and the chair he imagined seeing his mother in is empty. As he's getting over it
his cell phone rings.)
Jarod: Starr here.
Susan: It's
Susan Granger. Your envelope is here.
Jarod: I'm on my way.
In a Car
(Parker sits with Sam in the back of a limousine.
Sam is readying his gun. Sydney sits opposite Parker, who's looking decidedly
smug.)
Parker: You know Syd, I ought to hand it to him. He almost
kept me out of the picture long enough.
Sydney: He wants to know the
truth.
Parker: He can't and you know it.
Sydney: Hm. It's
only because of his heart.
Parker: What?
Sydney: That we
are this close Miss Parker. (He holds his two index fingers closely
together.) Jarod knew that if sent that photograph on line we'd find him.
He's willing to risk everything for an identity, for a life.
Parker:
(She smiles.) That's what I'm counting on.
Susan's
Office
(Outside Parker's car pulls up and they hurry out of it. Inside
Susan hands Jarod a large overnight delivery envelop.)
Susan: I
thought you should be the one to open it.
Jarod: I'm so nervous.
Susan: It isn't every day you find out who you are. (There are
sounds of Susan's assistant trying to stop someone barging past her. Susan
leaves Jarod and confronts Parker, Sydney and Sam outside her office.)
Susan: What's going on? Who are you people?
Parker: Where
is he? (Susan obstinately stays quiet and Parker points her gun in Susan's
face.) I won't ask again. (She catches a glimpse of Jarod climbing a
ladder through the window.) Sam. Sam, he's going for the roof! (They run
outside. Jarod is well above them, still climbing the fire escape ladder with
the envelope in his right hand. Parker takes a firing stance and yells up to
him.)
Parker: Stop! Or I swear, I'll shoot you in the back!
(Jarod stops, looks down at her then starts to climb again. Parker fires and
hits the envelope from Jarod's hand. Jarod stops again, distressed to lose the
envelope. He reluctantly gives up on it and resumes climbing as Sydney catches
it. Parker yells again.) Jarod! (Jarod ignores her.) Sam, Get him.
(Sydney smiles as he watches Jarod getting away. Parker takes the envelope
from Sydney.) You sent this didn't you?
Sydney: I was with you
Miss Parker.
Parker: So close and yet so far. (She holds the
envelope up in one hand and sets it on fire with her lighter. It falls to the
ground, burning.)
The Sting
Jarod's Lair(Jarod
works at his desk.
Target Range
(He practices his
marksmanship, expertly making more 10:19's in paper targets.)
Police Department
Locker Room
(Jarod opens Bishop's
police locker and disassembles his pistol, removes the firing pin before
reassembling it and returning it to the locker. )
Jarod's
Lair
(Jarod writes out an envelope addressed to "Detective Swindell".
His room still contains piles of donuts and on the glass coffee table are bent
pellets arranged to read "10:19". He makes a phone call.)
Jarod:
Hi. This is officer Starr. I was wondering if you could do me a favour?
Outside Jewellery Store (A police car glides to a stop as the
lights are extinguished. Bishop is at the wheel, Meyers beside him and Jarod is
in the back.)
Bishop: All right we have fifteen minutes before the
security car comes back around. You've got the alarm code right Frank?
Meyers: Yeah I'll shut off the juice and then clip the video lines to
the surveillance cameras.
Bishop: Good now once we're inside, Frank's
going to go to the manager's office and get the gems. You hit the gold cases and
I'll keep an eye on the front door.
Jarod: What if the security guard
is early?
Bishop: He won't be.
Jarod: What if you're
wrong?
Bishop: If I'm wrong they're dead. Now the clock is running
gentlemen, let's do this thing. (They get out of the car and move inside the
jewellery store. It's dark but they all carry flashlights.)
Bishop: Alright guys, let's do this. Frank you're alright?
Meyers: I've got the manager's office.
Bishop: Starr.
Coins, rings and chains alright? Stay away from the stupid costume crap. Do it.
(He starts walking away but Jarod shines his flashlight into Bishop's head
and Bishop turns.) What are you doing?
Jarod: I was just
wondering how Marvin Kembrook felt the night he died. (He drops the light
from Bishop's face.)
Bishop: Alright, alright. We'll talk about
that later okay?
Jarod: He answers an alarm. His heart is pounding at
the potential danger. He is afraid, with good reason. He just got his life back.
He'd just figured out who he was. He had just rediscovered his family. Imagine
his relief when he gets here and he finds two police officers on the scene. The
good guys. His relief didn't last very long did it? (He puts his flashlight
down.)You're under arrest for the murder of Marvin Kembrook.
Bishop: (He draws his weapon and points it at Jarod.) But I
don't want to be arrested. (Bishop tries to fire but nothing happens. Jarod
pulls his own weapon and aims.)
Jarod: You're going to jail. You
and Meyers.
Bishop: Alright Starr. I'm going to put the gun down.
(He slowly lowers the weapon to the ground. Meyers enters behind him.)
Meyers: Hey! What the hell is going on? (Meyers shines his own
flashlight in Jarod's face, blinding him. Bishop grabs his other weapon from his
ankle holster and shoots Jarod. Jarod falls back against a glass display case
then falls to the ground and lays motionless.)
Bishop: Sorry
about that Jarod. I don't do jail. Too many mouths to feed.
Meyers:
Oh my god.
Bishop: Call it in Frank.
Meyers: What am I
supposed to tell em?
Bishop: Tell them the truth. Tell them that one
of our finest was gunned down trying to prevent a robbery.
Outside
(There are more police cars and officers on the
scene. Bishop and Meyers are giving their statements to Detective Swindell.)
Bishop: We turned up the alley here and we saw somebody running out
the back door. Frank and I went inside and identified ourselves as officers of
the law. The place was empty except for the body.
Swindell: The body?
Bishop: Officer Starr. Apparently he was the first one on the scene.
We came back outside and searched the adjacent area but the shooter was long
gone.
Swindell: (She looks to Meyers, who's distracted.) Is
that the way it happened? Meyers, is that the way it happened?
Meyers: (He hesitates, looks to Bishop, then back to
Swindell.) Yeah. Yeah, that's how it happened.
Swindell: Show me.
Bishop: Yes Maam. Inside (Bishop leads Swindell inside. When they
reach the broken glass where Jarod's body had fallen there's nothing there
except for an envelope addressed to "Detective Swindell" and a bullet proof
vest. She takes it and opens it.)
Swindell: Let's get the lab
boys down here to check out that slug. Officer: Right away detective.
Swindell: Care to revise your story Officer Bishop?
Bishop: The body was lying right here, I swear, I saw it myself.
Swindell: Keys.
Bishop: Keys?
Swindell: To have
a look in the trunk of your car. (Somewhere nearby outside Jarod climbs onto
Millie's trike behind her.)
Jarod: Let's roll!
Millie:
Hold on tight. (She taps her new glasses.) I'm legal! (The trike
surges forward.)
Bishop's Cruiser(Swindell carefully
unwraps Bishop's pistol from the cloth covering it. She lifts the gun with a
pencil through the trigger guard and looks to Bishop and Meyers.)
Swindell: You're under arrest for the murder of Marvin Kembrook. You
have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent
anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have
the right to speak with an attorney . . . (Bishop and Meyers are handcuffed.
Bishop sees Millie's trike drive past the alley with Jarod on back. Jarod mimes
shooting Bishop with his fingers, then blows imaginary smoke from his finger
before rolling out of sight.) It's another day. Mr. Kembrook stirs his
coffee and reads a headline from his newspaper: "Officer Indicted for Murder and
Robbery, Marvin Kembrook Cleared". There is a large photo of Bishop accompanying
the article, and also a smaller one of Kembrook and his son Marvin. He looks up,
nods and smiles in satisfaction.
The Centre
Sydney's Office
Sydney: Jarod was in your sights, you could have killed him. What
made you change your mind?
Parker: I just missed Sydney. No more, no
less.
Sydney: (Sydney's phone rings and he answers it.) Hello.
Jarod!
Jarod: (He is calling from a public phone.) I told you
when I was 11 years old that I would never give up, and I never will.
Sydney: I know you won't Jarod. Miss Parker won't either.
Jarod: Goodbye Sydney.
Sydney: Hold it. Just tell me one
thing Jarod - what do the numbers mean?
Jarod: What?
Sydney: 10:19.
Jarod: It's who I am Sydney. It's what you
made me. (He hangs up. Sydney picks up the Criminology and Law Enforcement
volume Jarod had left them earlier. He finds the section he's after and smiles,
then hands it to Parker. "10:19…..Missing Person" is highlighted.)
Sydney: Where will he go now?
Parker: South.
Sydney: What makes you so sure?
Parker: Instinct.
(Jarod adjusts his hat and urges his horse forward. He's in a Canadian
Mounties uniform.)