King and Maxwell: Summer Adventures Page #3

SEAN:

Stay away from Murdock.

MICHELLE:

Where are you going?

SEAN:

Thought I’d take a drive and see EdgarRoy.

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MEGAN:

You’re wasting your time.

Sean and Michelle both shoot her a look.

MEGAN (CONT’D)

He’s on 24-hour suicide watch. No

visitors.

SEAN:

I’ll figure something out.

MEGAN:

Even if they do let you in, it won’tmake any difference.

(beat)

Edgar Roy hasn’t uttered a single wordto anyone, including Mister Bergin,

since he was arrested six weeks ago.

Sean and Michelle exchange a look as they realize whatthey’re up against.

EXT. CORRECTIONAL FACILITY - NIGHT

An ugly concrete building wrapped in razor wire and bristlingwith cameras. A sedan slows to a stop at the main gate. APRISON GUARD steps out to the car. Sean lowers the window.

SEAN:

I’m here to see an inmate.

PRISON GUARD:

His name?

SEAN:

Edgar Roy.

PRISON GUARD:

And who are you?

SEAN:

His lawyer.

INT. WARDEN’S OFFICE - NIGHT

Sean sits opposite the WARDEN, CARLA DUKES, 40s. A bruiser in astarched shirt. Her name carved in wood and embossed in gold onthe nameplate on her desk. She’s referring to a file.

SEAN:

A personal greeting from the Warden.

That must make me or my client veryspecial. My money’s on Edgar.

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DUKES:

I heard his lawyer was dead. You don’tlook dead. Honest truth, you don’teven look like a lawyer.

SEAN:

I’m flattered. On both counts.

And you don’t look like a prisonwarden, either.

(beat)

Much.

Dukes holds his gaze, as tough as the men she incarcerates.

SEAN (CONT’D)

Ex-military?

DUKES:

Marine Corp. You serve your country,

Mister King?

SEAN:

Eleven years.

Dukes tries to hide her surprise - she hadn’t picked it.

SEAN (CONT’D)

For the Commander-in-Chief.

(off her frown)

Secret Service.

She’s just been one-upped.

DUKES:

And now you’re a lawyer.

SEAN:

Edgar Roy’s lawyer. Retained by TedBergin to work on the defense team.

(hands her his Bar Association ID)

With the death of Mister Bergin, Ineed to seek instruction from EdgarRoy as to how to proceed.

Dukes doesn’t like lawyers. Or former Secret Service agents.

SEAN (CONT'D)

Ma’am, if you deny him access to legalcounsel, you may be held in contemptby the State Attorney General.

(beat)

As I’m sure you’re aware.

DUKES:

You can talk to him.

(holds out his ID)

Just don’t expect him to talk back.

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Sean takes it, sensing that although he’s won the battle, hemight just have lost the war.

EXT. BERGIN’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Headlights sweep across the darkened house on the outskirtsof the city. Michelle parks her Landcruiser in the driveway,

gets out with her flashlight, heads for the house.

EXT. BERGIN’S HOUSE - PORCH - NIGHT

FBI CRIME SCENE TAPE criss-crosses the front door, sealingit.

MICHELLE:

Crap.

INT. CORRECTIONAL FACILITY - INTERVIEW ROOM - NIGHT

A PRISON GUARD shows Sean into a large gloomy room. In thecenter of the room is a small table and two chairs. One is a

simple, functional wooden kitchen chair. The other is made ofiron and sweat stained leather, bolted to the floor.

Sitting in the chair, his face in shadow, is an intimidating,

man-giant - EDGAR ROY, early 30s. His arms are locked intoheavy iron cuffs attached to the armrests, his legs chainedto a heavy hoop imbedded in the concrete floor.

Sean starts as the door is slammed behind him, multiple deadbolts rammed home with an ominous CLUNK

INT. BERGIN’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - SAME TIME

SCREECH - as a kitchen window is forced open. Michelle climbsthrough the window, crosses to the back door, hits a switch -

flooding the kitchen in light. A few dishes in the sink. An

open newspaper and an empty coffee cup on the table.

Several notes pinned by magnets to the fridge door. Nothingof interest. Michelle opens the fridge. Bachelor food. She

closes the fridge with a THUMP.

IN PRISON:

SCRAPE of the chair, Sean sits down opposite Edgar Roy.

SEAN:

My name’s Sean King. I’m a lawyer.

Among other things.

No response.

He studies Edgar Roy’s face, still in shadow. He opens hisbriefcase, sets down a legal pad and a pencil.

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SEAN (CONT’D)

I’m sorry to have to tell you this,

Mister Roy, but Ted Bergin was shotand killed last night.

No reaction.

Sean glances up at a security camera on the wall, then leanscloser, lowers his voice.

SEAN (CONT’D)

He was my friend.

(beat)

Do you know who killed him, Edgar?

Nothing.

Sean gazes at him a for a long moment, then, looking for someresponse, slowly raises his hand and SNAPS HIS FINGERS

IN BERGIN’S DEN

SNAP of a light switch, revealing the den. Computer cables onthe desk, but no computer. File drawers opened. A white

board on the wall, covered in letters and numbers. Papershaphazardly strewn about. Thoroughly searched rather thantrashed.

Michelle picks up a micro-cassette recorder, pops it open.

No cassette. She surveys the room, draws in a DEEP BREATH

IN PRISON:

Sean EXHALES, at a loss.

SEAN:

Is there anyone I can contact for you?

Family?

(no response)

Friends?

(nothing)

You know certain people might thinkyour refusal to speak is a sign ofguilt.

(nothing)

Just thought I’d point that out toyou. What I said before, about Tedbeing a friend... it’s true. Was true.

Sean twirls the pencil in his fingers. Remembering.

SEAN (CONT’D)

Few years back I worked for the SecretService. One day, something happened.

Worst possible thing that can happen.

Man I was in charge of protecting wasassassinated.

(MORE)

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SEAN (CONT’D)

(beat)

He was a Presidential candidate. Found

out later I was set up. But my careerwas over by then.

(beat)

Had a couple of rough years, not thatI remember much about them. Know what

the cheapest whiskey in the world is,

Edgar? Lao-Lao. Rice whiskey. Seventy-

five cents a bottle in Laos. Not much

more here if you know where to buy it.

(beat)

I did. Then I met Ted Bergin. He wasdoing some pro bono work and I was thenext guy to appear before the judge.

(beat)

He got me off the charges. Got mesober. Got me into law school.

(beat)

Got me back my life.

(leans forward)

You don’t want my help. Fine. But Ineed yours to find out who killed ourfriend.

A long moment, then Edgar almost imperceptibly moves hishead, catches Sean’s gaze. Holds it. Whispers...

EDGAR:

The wall.

IN BERGIN’S DEN

Michelle, reacting, c*cks her head. She’s gazing at the whiteboard, seeing it for what it is...a clue. She pulls out herCELLPHONE, lines up the white board. The shutter CLICKS

IN PRISON:

CLOSE on a SECURITY CAMERA lens.

Sean stares at it for a moment, then looks at a second camerafurther along the wall, both angled at he and Edgar Roy.

SEAN:

They may be watching us, but they’renot allowed to listen to us, Edgar.

Feel free to cut loose. Got all night.

No response. Sean pulls out a business card.

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