Militia Page #7

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(beat)

Why shouldn't a cop?

GANNON:

This is not your fault. You did what

any parent would do. And now it's

time for people to know.

(beat)

They started it, Morris.

Morris's mouth shakes, on the brink of confession...

MORRIS:

And I finished it. I killed the son

of a b*tch who watched my daughter

die.

(beat)

Then, I waited a week. And I came

back for the rest.

Gannon takes a deep breath of relief...

MORRIS (CONT'D)

So you want me to confess to doing

what needed to be done? All right.

(beat)

Bring the radio in.

Gannon stands. Pats Morris on the shoulder.

MORRIS (CONT'D)

Get your f***in' hand off me.

A beat as Gannon thinks.

GANNON:

What was his name?

MORRIS:

Who?

GANNON:

The cop you killed?

(MORE)

37.

GANNON (CONT'D)

The undercover cop who let it happen

to your daughter? What was his name?

Morris is silent. His eyes BARELY flicker...

MORRIS:

Michaels.

Gannon looks back and sees Olsen standing at the bottom of

the stairs. Watching. Gannon thinks a moment...

Then stands. Walks toward Olsen. Tells him, hushed...

GANNON:

We got our man.

OLSEN:

He's lying.

Beat.

GANNON:

Sounded like a confession to me.

OLSEN:

And I'm telling you that confession's

a lie.

GANNON:

And you know this how?

OLSEN:

Radio just announced it, the funeral

was for a cop named Callahan. Not

Michaels.

Gannon taken aback by Olsen's knowledge.

GANNON:

Could be dis-information. Wouldn't

be the first name they released a

fake name to protect identity.

Olsen stares Gannon down. Gannon thinks long and hard as he

looks at Morris, then...

GANNON (CONT'D)

We use him anyway.

Olsen looks at Gannon, amazed by his audacity.

GANNON (CONT'D)

Hand him over as the one who did it

and the cops have their man.

38.

OLSEN:

Give up our location and the entire

group to hand over the wrong guy?

GANNON:

We're buying time here. And we don't

know that they'd break him.

OLSEN:

You really think they wouldn't?

GANNON:

Can't know for sure.

Olsen takes a REVOLVER out of his own back pocket. Opens the

cylinder. LOADED. Olsen walks back to Morris...

MORRIS:

Well? Where's the f***in' radio--

Olsen FLIPS THE GUN to its butt end, and PISTOL WHIPS Morris

right in the jaw. Hard. Morris looks up at Olsen, SPEWING

anger...

MORRIS (CONT'D)

LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW, YOU PIECE OF

SH*T. LET ME OUT RIGHT F***IN' NOW.

RIGHT F***IN' NOW--

Olsen C*CKS the hammer back on the revolver.

Morris stares down at it. Quieted. When...

Olsen places the revolver in MORRIS'S LAP.

Morris looks down at the gun. Then up at Olsen. Confused.

Gannon puts his hand on his back...

He gave his gun to Hubbel. HIS EYES WIDEN...

Olsen goes round the back of Morris...

AND UNTIES MORRIS'S HANDS.

Morris sits free.

Loaded gun in lap.

Olsen in front of him.

OLSEN:

Well. Have at it.

Morris looks down at his free hands.

39.

The GUN in his lap.

Gannon moves toward him slowly...

Close enough to stop him if he goes for it...

OLSEN (CONT'D)

You just wanted to give your daughter

some publicity.

(beat)

You didn't do sh*t, did you?

Morris, paralyzed from the shame. Coward. Liar. Fraud.

Olsen nods. Looks back at Gannon as...

The BASEMENT DOOR opens...

BECKMANN (O.S.)

I need you up here. Right now.

Olsen takes his gun off Morris's lap like a scolded child.

Walks away from him and passes Gannon...

OLSEN:

Still think they wouldn't break him?

Olsen ascends the stairs. Gannon holds a beat, staring out

at Morris, then follows behind.

We then push in slowly on Morris as he sits there.

CLOSER AND CLOSER.

THE TAPE RECORDER ON. Its crackling sound, still recording.

BECKMANN (V.O.)

It's spreading...

INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE COMMUNICATIONS ROOM - NIGHT

Gannon and Beckmann stand in the communications room. Olsen,

turned away from the desk and the CB, relays the information.

BECKMANN:

There were three more attacks on

cops. All by militias.

GANNON:

Where?

40.

BECKMANN:

One in South Dakota on a police

precinct, another in Utah on a

district court and another in

Pennsylvania on a cop car.

GANNON:

Funeral shooting gave the other

militias a green light.

BECKMANN:

I wasn't aware they were waiting for

one.

OLSEN:

How many cops down total?

BECKMANN:

Eighty, give or take.

OLSEN:

Give or take how many?

BECKMANN:

If I knew the answer to that I

wouldn't have said 'give or take.'

GANNON:

You talk to any of the leaders?

BECKMANN:

Two. Both are about to launch attacks.

GANNON:

Where?

BECKMANN:

Pennsylvania. And another six miles

from here planning to attack the

47th precinct-

Gannon's face drops. His eyes widen.

BECKMANN (CONT'D)

'Wipe out the last of 'em' they said.

Kept saying they were inspired-

GANNON:

Stop them from attacking the 47th.

No matter what.

Beckmann and Olsen notice Gannon's sudden change.

BECKMANN:

Did you bet on the 48th or something?

41.

GANNON:

If they attack the 47th, we're close

enough proximity wise. We'd be under

the same umbrella.

BECKMANN:

We're a different militia.

GANNON:

To who?

Olsen nods.

OLSEN:

Do it. Tell them we've got nothing

to do with any of this. It's not

some f***in example, so stop tryin'

to follow it.

Gannon turns back to Olsen.

GANNON:

I need to talk to Keating. Now.

HUBBEL (V.O.)

You talk to people?

INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN HALL - NIGHT

Keating sits in the aluminum chair. Hubbel LEANS against an

aisle's end. Hands in pockets like a shy kid in the hall.

HUBBEL:

Never seen you talk. Don't know if

you even ever spoke before.

Nothing back from Keating. We see in the DISTANCE: Gannon

and Olsen walking down the MAIN AISLE TOWARD THEM...

HUBBEL (CONT'D)

I lived out here eighteen years now,

so I don't hear many either.

Nothing. Hubbel looks over and notices a TRASH BIN nearby.

HUBBEL (CONT'D)

They got schools for kids like you?

Gannon and Olsen's footsteps GET CLOSER...

INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN AISLE - CONTINUOUS

Olsen and Gannon approach Keating and Hubbel...

42.

Olsen stares at how Hubbel talks to Keating in the distance.

No response from Keating whatsoever...

INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN HALL - CONTINUOUS

Hubbel still leans against the aisle. Keating obviously not

listening, but Hubbel goes on talking anyway...

HUBBEL:

I's a highway contractor. 'Til one

of my crew f***ed up a pour, used a

cheaper concrete than usual. Made a

pot hole so big a semi hit it and

capsized. Eighteen car pile up. Five

dead. I cover for the foreman, get

the crew to keep quiet.

INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN AISLE - CONTINUOUS

Olsen squints as he watches Hubbel talk to Keating, not even

a hint of understanding in Keating's eyes.

Olsen's brows furrow. Uncertainty in his eyes...

INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN HALL - CONTINUOUS

Hubbel PUSHES off the aisle. Now standing next to Keating,

waiting for Gannon and Olsen...

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