Militia Page #13

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He rips off the back cover of the book. He takes a pen out

of his pocket and writes on the inside cover.

GANNON (CONT'D)

Everyone knows the names of the

shooters. Everyone knows their

manifestos.

Hubbel and Olsen watch as Gannon finishes his note. He turns

around and walks to Keating. He shows it to Keating, as he

reads what it says:

'I did it. Because I wanted the world to know my name.

Gannon'

Gannon then puts it in his own chest pocket.

GANNON (CONT'D)

All of you just wanting to be heard...

Gannon then removes the revolver from his jeans. Keating

looks down at it, wondering just how broken Gannon has

become...

GANNON (CONT'D)

To be known.

When Gannon opens the revolver's cylinder. Empties the

chambers. Six bullets rattle on the floor under neath him.

GANNON (CONT'D)

What happens if I take that from

you, Keating?

Keating's eyes, for the first time, look threatened. As if

Gannon has stumbled by chance into a guarded territory.

Gannon sits in the chair in front of Keating. Picks one bullet

up from the floor. Puts it into a cylinder in the revolver.

Gannon spins the cylinder. Slams it shut. Puts it to his own

head. Olsen and Hubbel watch.

72.

OLSEN:

Gannon, what the f*** are you doing?

Keating eyes him. Gauging his sincerity.

KEATING:

Bullshit. You won't-

CLICK. Gannon pulls the trigger.

Keating watches Gannon, his eyes pried open in shock.

GANNON:

You asked me a question, Keating.

Let me answer it for you.

Gannon lowers the gun and opens up the gun's cylinder...

GANNON (CONT'D)

Five years in as a cop. Working my

way up by dismantling gangs. Militias.

Any and every group they needed. I

join them, plant enough evidence on

'em, then call in a raid. Me and

another cop, Richmond, we'd been

undercover in a KKK cell for eight

months. We're about a week away from

the calling in the raid.

(beat)

Then one night I get a call from my

superior...

Gannon reaches down, and takes another bullet off the floor...

FLASHBACK:

INT. GANNON'S TRUCK - NIGHT

Years ago. Gannon's clean shaven. Short hair. The

quintessential cop. Driving down a lone forest road at night.

GANNON (V.O.)

Said he needed to meet me for

something out in the middle of

nowhere.

He flicks the truck's turn indicator, and as he turns down a

forest road,

INT. GANNON'S TRUCK - NIGHT

Gannon squints into the distance...

73.

GANNON (V.O.)

That's when I saw him...

EXT. FOREST - NIGHT

Far down the road Gannon's truck lights outline the SILHOUETTE

of...a MAN. Leaned up against a truck. Waiting for Gannon.

BACK TO WAREHOUSE:

Gannon drops the second bullet into the revolver's cylinder.

Keating watches...

FLASHCUT:

Gannon's truck pulls up and stops. His lights turn off and

put us back in the MOONLIT WOODS. Gannon gets out. Walks to

the waiting man.

GANNON:

What are we doin' out here?

ROMAN(55). Hollow cheeks. Tall and thin, reaper like. A

revolver in hand. Gannon looks at the gun. Concern in his

eyes.

GANNON (CONT'D)

I said-

Then Gannon sees on the road next to him. Movement. Another

SILHOUETTE of a man emerges from the woods.

GANNON (V.O.) (CONT'D)

Then the rest of them came out...

Then ANOTHER SILHOUETTE. And another. And another. Eleven

COPS surround Roman.

BACK TO WAREHOUSE:

GANNON (CONT'D)

Eleven of them.

Gannon spins the revolver's cylinder and puts the gun to his

head. Two bullets in it. Four empty cylinders.

GANNON (CONT'D)

Out there waiting with him. Watching

him...

His eyes locked on Keating. He pulls the trigger.

CLICK.

74.

Keating's eyes visibly flinch this time. Gannon lowers the

gun, picks up a third bullet...

GANNON (CONT'D)

I went out there for a meeting about

the Klan cell...

FLASHCUT-

Gannon sees the other cops faces. Staring at him in the night.

Haunted looking.

GANNON (V.O.) (CONT'D)

But then he starts in about loyalty.

Loving the force. Being part of it.

One of Gannon's feet inches back toward his truck. Roman

sees him moving out the corner of his eye.

Roman opens the loaded revolver's cylinder. He pulls out ONE

BULLET, tosses it to Gannon's feet.

GANNON (V.O.) (CONT'D)

He starts tossing bullets to my feet.

Like tacks to measure if I'd moved.

BACK TO WAREHOUSE:

Gannon loads the THIRD BULLET in the revolver's cylinder...

Three loaded. Three empty.

FLASHCUT-

Roman tosses the SECOND BULLET to Gannon's feet. Gannon

doesn't move an inch. The THIRD...

BACK TO WAREHOUSE:

Gannon spins the cylinder in the gun.

Keating, Hubbel and Olsen watching...

FLASHCUT-

Roman tosses out The FOURTH bullet. The FIFTH.

The eleven cops watch Roman as if at the control panel of

his psyche. Supervising. Regulating every movement and word.

GANNON (V.O.) (CONT'D)

He said I had to prove myself. My

loyalty to them.

Roman flicks the revolver's cylinder back in.

75.

ONE bullet left in the gun.

BACK TO WAREHOUSE:

CLICK. The revolver pressed against Gannon's own head.

OLSEN:

Gannon, that's enough.

Gannon picks up a FOURTH bullet off the ground...

GANNON:

Then he told me what we were doin'

out there.

FLASHCUT-

Roman looks up at Gannon, moonlight reflecting in his eyes

like a villain in some woodland ghost story.

ROMAN:

If we do this and blame the Klan

cell you're in, we can raid them and

any other groups they're working

with by Ricoh law, tonight. You're

out.

Gannon looks around in the dark woods.

GANNON:

If we do what?

Beat. Roman reaches into his pick-up truck window and flicks

on his HEAD LIGHTS. They shine into the woods...

Gannon's attention shifts to what the headlights illuminate.

His expression goes cold. We see it down the road:

A MAN. On the ground. Tied to a tree. Hands bound. Mouth

taped. Beaten. Bloodied. In a blue police officer's uniform.

Salt and pepper hair. RICHMOND(35).

GANNON (V.O.) (CONT'D)

They'd tied him there in his officer's

clothes. Made it look like a torture.

Gannon stares at Richmond. Tied there. Helpless.

ROMAN:

We've been sending him threats from

the Klan cell for the past three

months. Got finger prints from Klan

members left at his house.

(MORE)

76.

ROMAN (CONT'D)

And we can place three of their key

leaders near this scene tonight. So

now all you need to do...

Gannon looks back at Roman. His eyes certain and studied.

His hand offering the gun out to Gannon...

GANNON:

But why him?

Roman's eyes change. Almost pleading with Gannon.

ROMAN:

Because we need a body, and the only

other person who we can place prints

on, is you.

Gannon looks back at the cops. Surrounding Roman. Their eyes

reflecting the headlights like wraiths in the night...

BACK TO WAREHOUSE:

CLICK. Gannon pulls the trigger. Nothing. Gannon opens the

cylinder. Two bullets left.

He loads one in.

FLASHCUT-

Roman holds the revolver out for Gannon.

ROMAN (CONT'D)

Do it, Gannon. We get all we need

from this.

Gannon stares down at the revolver.

GANNON (V.O.)

Kill your friend for the lie, or let

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