THE RUNE-BEARER
ACT ONE

By DragonWriter17
 

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer/Spoilers/Pairings: Not applicable.  This is an all-original piece.

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Authorís Notes: This story is in screenplay format, not in fiction format.  NOTE: This screenplay is protected by registration with the Writers Guild of America, East: R14442-00.

Number of Chapters: 7

Complete: Yes

Summary: The Rune-Bearer is a two-hour Movie-of-the-Week that can also serve as the pilot for a one-hour weekly fantasy/drama series.  It features a female private detective who is suddenly bestowed with supernatural powers after a chance encounter with the dying victim of a serial killer.  She uses her skills and her new powers to fight evil and to solve mysteries in Memphis, Tennessee.  It's like Witchblade, only lighter and funnier.

 


ACT ONE      ACT TWO       ACT THREE       ACT FOUR

ACT FIVE       ACT SIX        ACT SEVEN       SERIES PROPOSAL

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ACT ONE

EXT. MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE - NIGHT

The moon is completely full.  It shines down brightly on the city below, reflecting in the sides of The Pyramid and lighting the Mississippi River below.

EXT. JACK'S GYM - THE ROOF - NIGHT

A large blade reflects the moon.  The knife is twisted back and forth several times and then lowered.  As the blade is moved down, JACK's face becomes visible.

His hair is rusty colored, long and scraggly, pulled into a rough pony tail.  A few escaping strands are plastered to his sweaty forehead.  His dark and piercing eyes stare out from a rugged face.  A bushy beard frames his mouth.  He grins ferally.

Jack is large and stocky, dressed in a v-neck t-shirt, a kilt (yes, a kilt), long and thick knee-high socks, and boots.  Except for the t-shirt, he looks like he came straight out of Highlander or Braveheart.  He is in his early fifties and fit.

Jack circles, stalking, then lunges forward suddenly, bringing the knife down in a vicious arc.

Jack's arm is caught mid-strike by CASEY CALLAHAN.  She is wearing a tank top and bicycle shorts with work boots.  In her late twenties, she is fit and strong and is only a little shorter than Jack, but she lacks his stockiness and brute strength.

Casey wrenches Jack's arm behind his back and grips his wrist tightly.  She holds the knife safely away from herself and wraps Jack into a strangle hold.  Casey's face and body are sweaty, and she grimaces as she attempts to hold her larger and stronger opponent and force him to drop the knife.  She allows a tiny smile to touch her lips as Jack drops the knife and it clinks to the floor.

Casey quickly loses her smile when Jack roars and stands to his full height, lifting her off her feet.  Then he throws his body back, hitting the floor with a whump, crushing Casey beneath him.

Casey attempts to regain her breath and crawl away.  Jack scrambles for the knife.

Once he has the knife, Jack grabs Casey's leg.  She kicks his face, but he doesn't release her leg.  He pulls Casey towards himself, flips her over, and straddles her legs.  He uses one arm to hold her down and the other to raise the knife to strike.  Casey clamps both hands on his wrist, determined to hold off the knife.

Her determination gives way to fear, and her arms begin to shake.  The blade is only inches from her body.  She closes her eyes.

                        CASEY
            Stop!  Stop.

Jack looks confused a moment, then pained.  He pulls back and gets off Casey.  Kneeling, he puts his knife back in its leather sheath on his belt.

Casey drapes her arm over her eyes and stays on the floor.

                        CASEY
            Damn it!

                        JACK
                  (in a Scottish accent)
            I dunna believe this is a good idea, lass.

Casey rolls to her side and sits up.  She wipes her face with the back of her hand.

                        CASEY
            It is.  I've just gotta keep at it, that's all.

                        JACK
            Damn it, girl!  You're forcin' yourself to re-live
            it ev'ry time, and --

                        CASEY
            Jack.  It's my decision.

Jack stands.  His kilt is crooked, but he doesn't know it.  He starts walking off.

                        JACK
            Ehhh...suit yourself.  You hard-headed little...

                        CASEY
            Your kilt's crooked.

Jack doesn't turn around.  He simply growls and waves his hand at Casey in dismissal.  But after a few steps, he does adjust his kilt and then continues on.

EXT. JACK'S GYM - THE STOOP - NIGHT

The sign over the door is painted with a Scottish theme and reads "Jack's Gym."

Casey walks out of the front door.  She is now wearing an old pair of jeans and an old blue-denim shirt over her bicycle shorts and tank top.  She also carries a small duffle bag over her shoulder.  She pauses on the stoop and takes a deep breath.  Then she walks down the street, her eyes alert.

EXT. STANLEY-WILSON-HUGHES BUILDING - NIGHT

Casey comes up the sidewalk to the old multi-story building where her office is located.  The large sign on the building wall reads "The Stanley-Wilson-Hughes Building." Casey looks around warily, punches the code to unlock the door, and goes inside.

INT. STANLEY-WILSON-HUGHES BUILDING - NIGHT

Casey goes to the elevator and punches the up button.  The sign next to the elevator lists various offices on the different floors.  The top floor has only one business listed: "Wilson Investigations."  The elevator opens.  Casey enters and punches the button.  The elevator closes.

EXT. WILSON INVESTIGATIONS - NIGHT

When the elevator opens, Casey walks out and goes to an opaque glass office door with "Wilson Investigations" painted on it in large letters.  Beneath it are the names "Henry Wilson" and "Casey Callahan."  Casey unlocks the door and goes inside.

INT. WILSON INVESTIGATIONS - NIGHT

Casey locks the glass door behind herself.  She turns on the lights and checks out the foyer.  Then she goes into each room separately, turning on the lights, checking the room, then turning off the lights again.  She does all of the rooms, except her own office and the large office in the back.  She stops in front of the doorway of the large office.

INT. WILSON INVESTIGATIONS - HENRY'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Casey stands in front of the doorway as if afraid to enter Henry's office.  She reaches inside and flips on the lights.  She examines the room but doesn't go inside.  Then she closes her eyes as if remembering something bad.

After a moment, she shakes her head to clear the bad memory, then opens her eyes.  Saddened, she looks around the office once more, then turns off the light.

INT. WILSON INVESTIGATIONS - CASEY'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Casey turns on the lights and goes to her desk.  She puts her duffle bag on the floor beside her desk.  Reaching behind her back under her shirt tail, she pulls her Glock 9mm out of her belt holster.  She sets the gun on the desk within easy reach.  Then she plops into her desk chair.

Casey glances about the office.  A stack of folders is on her desk.  Several photos sit in a cluster in the corner, one of them of Casey and Jack outside the gym.  Casey ends up peering into a small fish tank on her desk; a large, bug-eyed fish peers back.

                        CASEY
            Hey, Bug.  Want some food?

Casey feeds the fish.  Then she looks at the folders on her desk, all with a tired look on her face.  She picks up a pen and one of the folders, opens it, and starts reading.

INT. WILSON INVESTIGATIONS - CASEY'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Casey looks at the clock, which reads 11:10.  Sighing, she closes up her folders.

She stands up and stretches, grimacing a little as some soreness from her earlier session with Jack makes itself known.  She grabs her duffle bag and sets it on the desk.  She picks up her gun, checks it carefully before putting it back in the holster under her shirt tail.  Then she slings her bag over her shoulder.

She turns off the lights in her office and stands in the hallway.  She looks back once at Henry's office, then heads for the glass door.

EXT. STANLEY-WILSON-HUGHES BUILDING - NIGHT

Casey exits, making sure the door seals securely.  After pulling her duffle bag more firmly onto her shoulder, Casey glances about, then starts walking purposefully from her building.

EXT. THE FRONT OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

Casey walks down the sidewalk in front of the alley next to the Emporium.  She hears a trash can crash, then bodies struggling.  She whips around defensively and looks down the alley.

EXT. THE BACK OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

MITZI HOWARD and FREDERIC JOHAN are struggling with each other.  Frederic is attacking Mitzi, and Mitzi is attempting to defend herself.

Mitzi is white, young, and in her early twenties; she's a prostitute and dressed accordingly: short skirt, wispy top, tall boots, hair dyed an outlandish neon color.

Frederic is middle-aged, handsome, blonde hair and blue eyes (very Aryan), hair cut short, beard and moustache, dressed in all black except for his shirt which is light gray.  He is wearing a long black raincoat.  He has a DAGGER in his right hand.

EXT. THE FRONT OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

Casey sees the flash of Frederic's dagger.  She drops her duffle bag, pulls her gun, and sprints down the alley.

                        CASEY
            Hey!  Hey!

EXT. THE BACK OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

Frederic gets the advantage and stabs Mitzi viciously in the stomach, wrenching the dagger in her gut.  She crumples to the ground at his feet.  He kicks her over, squats beside her, then rips her shirt at her left shoulder to expose the area above her heart.  He raises the dagger to strike.

Casey arrives, gun pointed and ready.

                        CASEY
            Get the hell away from her!

Frederic freezes momentarily.  He looks up and meets Casey's eyes in a cold stare.  She holds her ground, never letting him out of the sights of her gun.  Frederic glances back at Mitzi and brings the dagger down hard.

Casey reacts instantly at his movement, pulling off one shot, then another, then another, all right in his chest, each shot forcing him further away from Mitzi.  He finally topples into a stairwell leading to the basement of the building behind them.

Casey approaches cautiously.  She looks down the stairwell.

Frederic is lying on his back at the bottom, his shirt covered in blood.  He looks dead.

A gurgle draws Casey from Frederic to Mitzi.  Casey kneels beside her.  Mitzi is bleeding badly and struggling to breathe.  Casey puts her gun back in her belt holster and pulls her cell phone out of her jeans pocket.  She quickly dials 911.

                        911 OPERATOR (V.O.)
            911.  What is your emergency?

                        CASEY
            A woman has been stabbed, and a man has been
            shot.  It's the alley next to The Emporium.

                        911 OPERATOR (V.O.)
            An ambulance is on the way, ma'am.  Can you--

                        CASEY
            I gotta go.

Casey doesn't hang up, but she does put the phone down, on the ground about a foot away.

                        911 OPERATOR (V.O.)
            Ma'am, please stay on the line.  Ma'am?

Casey turns back to Mitzi.  She looks at the wound in the woman's stomach.  Casey pulls her outer shirt off, balls it up, and puts it on the wound, applying pressure.  Then she looks Mitzi in the eyes and squeezes her shoulder comfortingly.

                        MITZI
            He...gurk...son of a bitch!

                        CASEY
            He can't hurt you anymore.  He's dead.
            Just relax.  Help's on the way.  Hang in there.

                        MITZI
            Can't.  Too late.

                        CASEY
            No!  Not too late.  You just hang on.  They'll
            be here any second now.

Mitzi smiles softly.  She reaches to her shoulder and covers Casey's hand with her own.  She looks Casey directly in the eyes.

                        MITZI
            Thanks.

                        CASEY
            Sure.  No problem.

Mitzi guides Casey's hand to a position right over her heart.  She squeezes Casey's hand.

                        MITZI
            I'm sorry.

                        CASEY
            For what?

                        MITZI
            This.

Casey opens her mouth as if to say "huh?" but then her body is hit with a tremendous power surge.  Golden energy envelopes the two women.  Casey's body jerks as if she is being electrocuted, but the contact between Casey and Mitzi is not broken.

SERIES OF SHOTS (CASEY'S VISION)

Interspersed between images of the convulsing Casey are quick flashes of an Ancient Scandinavian ritual:

-- A rocky clearing and a circle of stones 
-- White-robed women in the circle 
-- The Goddess Nerthus cutting her wrist with the dagger 
-- A finger painting a Rune in blood on a woman's chest 
-- A pyre burning big and hot 
-- The white-robed women falling to their knees screaming

EXT. THE BACK OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

Casey is screaming like the white-robed women.  When the power surge ends, Casey's scream fades, and she falls forward slightly, breathing hard, holding herself up with both hands, one on each side of Mitzi.  Casey looks around in confusion as if thinking, "What the hell just happened?"  Then she looks at Mitzi, who is now clearly dead: eyes frozen, body still.

An approaching siren wails.

EXT. THE FRONT OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

The siren gets louder, then stops as a police car screeches to a halt at the entrance to the alley.  Two police officers, MAURY BECKER and AARON TEDFORD, jump out and creep into the alley, hands on their guns. Becker is a middle-aged black man who is already graying.  Tedford is a young white male who looks like he moonlights as a pro-wrestler.

EXT. THE BACK OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

Casey looks up briefly at the sound of the screeching tires, then looks once more at Mitzi.  Casey stands and goes to the stairwell.  She looks down at where Frederic had been lying.  He is no longer there.

                        CASEY
            Oh god!

Casey whips out her gun and looks frantically around her.

At that very moment, Tedford and Becker come up the alley, hands poised on their guns.  When they see Casey armed and next to the body, they draw their weapons.

                        TEDFORD
            Freeze!  Police!

                        BECKER
            Drop the weapon, now!

                        CASEY
            He's getting away!  Hurry!  I shot him,
            he can't be far.

                        BECKER
            Ma'am, we're not doing anything until you
            put your weapon down, nice and slow.

                        CASEY
            But, he's close, he has to be!  You've got to --

                        TEDFORD
            Drop the gun, now!

                        CASEY
            Fine.
                  (to herself)
            Morons.

Casey slowly holds out her weapon, kneels, then places it gingerly on the ground.  Tedford and Becker move in closer.  Casey holds her hands up emphatically.

                        CASEY
            Happy?

                        TEDFORD
            On the ground, face down!

                        CASEY
            Okay!

Casey lies down as instructed.  Tedford moves behind Casey.  He kicks her gun out of her reach.  He pulls her arms behind her and cuffs her.

Becker moves over to Mitzi and checks her for a pulse.  He looks up at Tedford and shakes his head.

Tedford pulls Casey to her feet and leads her away.

                        TEDFORD
            You have the right to remain silent.  Anything
            you say...

                        CASEY
            But, I'm the one who called 911!

EXT. THE FRONT OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

Tedford leans Casey against the police car.  An ambulance and another police car arrive.

Two new police officers, FELICIA FERNANDO and CARSON BINGHAM, get out and come over.  Fernando is a young black woman.  Bingham is a young black man.  They speak with Becker for a moment.  Then they return to their car and get a roll of yellow "police line" tape out of their trunk and string it across the entrance of the alley.

Carrying their gear, the paramedics approach Becker.

                        BECKER
            It's clear.  Come on down.

The paramedics duck under the police tape and accompany Becker down the alley.  After a minute, the paramedics come back out and wait by the ambulance.

An unmarked police car arrives on the scene.  The homicide detectives, LIZ MCMAHON and PETE PETERSON, get out of the car.

Liz is a black woman in her late forties.  She is dressed in a neatly pressed black pants suit.  Her hair is short but stylish; she wears some makeup but doesn't look overly made up.  She wears a pair of unobtrusive eye glasses.

Pete is a white man in his late thirties.  He is dressed in a rumpled dark blue suit.  His dark hair is short on the sides and back, but longer and wavy on top, somewhat unruly.  His face is slightly unshaven.

Liz and Pete head for the opening of the alley.  Fernando is now manning the entrance.

                        LIZ
            Hey, Felicia.  Who was first on the scene?

                        FERNANDO
                  (pointing)
            Becker...

Pete and Liz glance down the alley.

                        FERNANDO
                  (pointing)
            ...and Tedford over there with the suspect.

Pete and Liz both turn and look at Casey for a long moment.  Casey is clearly striking: tall, trim, muscular, long hair.  Their eyes widen.  Liz peeks appreciatively over her glasses.  Pete half-grins.  Liz recovers quickly and clears her throat.

                        LIZ
                  (to Fernando)
            Thanks.
                  (to a grinning Pete)
            C'mon, Pete.  Let's go.

Liz pulls out a pen and notepad as she and Pete duck under the police tape.

EXT. THE MIDDLE OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

Liz and Pete walk down the alley.  When they reach Casey's duffle bag, Becker meets them a few feet away; he's wearing rubber gloves.

                        BECKER
            Hey, Liz.  Pete.

                        LIZ
            Becker.  What's the story?

                        BECKER
            We get the radio from dispatch.  A woman
            called 911, said there was a woman stabbed
            and a man shot at this location.  We arrived
            a few minutes later.

Liz takes notes as Becker talks.  Pete is listening, but not taking notes; he's examining the scene around the bag.

                        LIZ
            Is that the caller back there at the car?

                        BECKER
            Yeah.

                        LIZ
            What happened when you got here?

                        BECKER
            We come down the alley.  The caller's waving her
            gun around.  The victim's on the ground behind her.

                        LIZ
            Where's the man who was shot?

Becker shrugs in response.

                        LIZ
            Then what happened?

                        BECKER
            We instruct the caller to disarm, which she does. 
            We cuff her and take her to the car.  Then we secure
            the area and wait for you.  We did let the paramedics
            come down, but the victim was already dead, so they
            went back out.

                        LIZ
            Has the caller said anything?

Pete returns from his examination of the dropped bag.

                        BECKER
            Well, when we first got here, she kept going on
            about "he's getting away" and "he can't be far"
            since she shot him and all.

                        PETE
            So she admitted that she shot someone?

                        BECKER
            Yeah, a male someone--who's now missing.

                        LIZ
            Okay.  Let's take a look.

EXT. THE BACK OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

Becker leads Liz and Pete toward Mitzi's body.  About twelve feet away, Becker points out the three shell casings.  They proceed to the body.  They see the cell phone on the ground.

Pete dons some rubber gloves.  He nudges the balled-up, bloody denim shirt, then looks at Mitzi's stomach.  Liz peers over Pete's shoulder.

                        PETE
            Can't really tell for sure, but it does
            look like a stab wound there in the abdomen.

                        LIZ
            She's got a couple of slices on her arms
            there, too.

                        PETE
            Yeah, sure does.

                        LIZ
                  (to Becker)
            Any sign of the murder weapon?

                        BECKER
            Nope.  My guess is he took it with him.

                        LIZ
                  (to Becker)
            Any I.D. on the victim?

                        BECKER
            Don't know.  We didn't look to see.

                        PETE
                  (standing)
            What about the duffle bag up the alley?

                        BECKER
            It's the caller's.  I checked the wallet inside.

Becker points out the stairwell and the wall behind it.

                        BECKER
            There're three bullet holes in the wall back
            there.  And there's a bunch of blood in the
            stairwell.

Pete and Liz take a look.

                        PETE
            If she did shoot somebody, that may be where
            he fell.

Pete stands in front of the stairwell.

                        LIZ
            Pete, you stay there.  I'll go stand by the
            shell casings.

Liz goes to the shell casings and pretends she's holding a gun.  Pete stands where the shot man might have been.

                        PETE
            Looks like they line up.  She shoots him,
            he tumbles into the stairwell.

Pete and Liz go down the stairs.  They step carefully around the blood.

                        PETE
            She must've nailed him good.  That's a lot
            of blood.

Liz examines the door, which has been quite forcibly broken into.  It has blood on it.

                        LIZ
            Damn!  If she did shoot him, then how the
            hell did he get up and then tear this door open?

Pete just shrugs in response.

EXT. THE FRONT OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

Pete and Liz return to where Casey is leaning against the police car.  Liz nods at Tedford, who uncuffs Casey and then leaves.  Casey rubs her wrists.  Liz stands official-like in front of Casey.  Pete lingers to the side of Liz, watching Casey while Liz leads the interview.

                        LIZ
            Hi, I'm Detective McMahon.  This is Detective
            Peterson.  Could I get your name please?

                        CASEY
            Casey Callahan.

                        LIZ
            Ms. Callahan, I need you to tell us what
            happened here.

                        CASEY
            Well, I was walking home from work and --

                        LIZ
            You live near here?

                        CASEY
            Yeah, just down the road.

                        LIZ
            Where do you work?

                        CASEY
            Wilson Investigations.

                        PETE
                  (smiling)
            Private investigator?

                        CASEY
                  (returning his smile)
            Yeah.

                        LIZ
            Go on, Ms. Callahan.  What time was it
            when you got here?

                        CASEY
            Ummm...maybe 11:15.  I looked at the clock
            around 11:10 before I left the office, and
            it's less than a block to here.

                        LIZ
            What happened next?

                        CASEY
            When I got to the front of the alley, I heard
            a crash, you know, like someone had banged into
            some trash cans.  Then I heard people struggling. 
            I looked down the alley.  And I saw a woman
            trying to fight off a man.

                        PETE
            Did you recognize the man and woman?

                        CASEY
            No.  Never seen 'em before.

                        LIZ
            Okay.  Go on.

                        CASEY
            The man had a knife of some kind.  I saw the
            blade flash in the light.  I pulled my gun,
            dropped my bag, yelled in their direction,
            and ran down the alley.

                        LIZ
            Then what?

                        CASEY
            When I got to the end of the alley, I saw
            the man...stab the woman in the stomach. 
            She went down and...

Casey hesitates.  She won't meet their eyes.  Then she takes a deep breath.  Liz still has on her business face, but Pete's is creased with a frown.

                        CASEY
            ...he went to stab her again.  I yelled at
            the guy, and he stopped and looked at me.  
            Right at me.

                        LIZ
            So, you could describe the man?

                        CASEY
            Definitely.

                        LIZ
            So what happened then?

                        CASEY
            He turned right back to the woman.  He
            raised the knife and started down with it. 
            That's when I shot him.

                        LIZ
            How many times did you shoot?

                        CASEY
            Three times.  They all hit him, right in the
            chest.  He stumbled back and then fell into
            the stairwell behind him.  I looked down the
            stairs.  He wasn't moving, so I thought he was
            dead. I called 911 and went to check on the woman. 
            I tried to stop the bleeding, but I couldn't.

                        LIZ
            Then what happened?

Casey pauses.  She briefly looks away and closes her eyes.

SERIES OF SHOTS (CASEY'S MEMORY)

Casey sees a series of quick flashes of what happened when Mitzi died:

-- Mitzi moving Casey's hand to her heart 
-- The power surge and Casey's convulsing body 
-- The golden energy surrounding the two women

EXT. THE FRONT OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

Casey shakes her head and looks back up at Pete and Liz.

                        CASEY
            Uhhh, nothing.  She just...died.

Liz looks at Casey skeptically for a moment before continuing.

                        LIZ
            Did the victim say anything to you before
            she died?

                        CASEY
            She thanked me.  For trying to help, I guess.

                        LIZ
            The man who attacked her, any idea what
            happened to him?

                        CASEY
            Not a clue.  I swear to god, I hit him
            square in the chest.

                        PETE
            What did he look like?

                        CASEY
            Tallish, around six feet.  Stocky but not
            heavy, maybe a hundred and seventy pounds. 
            Early forties probably.  Short blonde hair. 
            Not crew-cut short, but short.  Beard and
            moustache, well trimmed.  His eyes were...

Liz looks up from her note-taking as Casey pauses.  Casey's face is troubled.

                        PETE
                  (gently)
            His eyes were what?

                        CASEY
            Cold.  Creepy.

                        PETE
            How was he dressed?

                        CASEY
            Mostly black.  Except for his shirt.  It
            was a light gray, I think.  A pullover. 
            Maybe a sweater of some kind.  Pants were
            black, his coat was black.  It was long, like
            a rain coat or maybe leather.  I'm not sure
            about that part.

                        PETE
            What about the knife?  Can you tell us
            anything about it?

                        CASEY
            Ummm...I don't know...it was...I'm not sure
            how to describe it.

                        PETE
            Just tell us what you can.  Was it like a
            kitchen knife or an army knife or a hunting
            knife?

                        CASEY
            It wasn't a kitchen knife.  At least I don't
            think so.

                        PETE
            How big was it?

                        CASEY
            It was bigger than a steak knife...ummm...maybe
            about the size of a butcher knife?

                        PETE
            Was it double-edged?  Did it have a hilt?

                        CASEY
            Sorry.  I don't know.

Liz looks at Pete, but neither has any more questions.

                        LIZ
            Thanks.  I think we have all we need for right
            now.  Give us just a minute.

Liz leads Pete to the side.

                        LIZ
            I'm gonna get the guys and dolls out
            canvassing the neighborhood.  You keep an
            eye on Miss Vigilante here until we can
            get her downtown.

Pete nods.  Liz leaves.  Pete goes back to Casey.

                        PETE
            Ms. Callahan --

                        CASEY
            Call me "Casey," please.

                        PETE
                  (running his hand through his hair)
            Okay.  Casey.  We need you to come with us downtown.

                        CASEY
            Am I under arrest?

                        PETE
            Yes.

                        CASEY
            I did not kill that woman!  I was trying to
            save her!

                        PETE
            Then help us prove it.

                        CASEY
            Okay.

SERIES OF SHOTS (CASEY'S PROCESSING AT THE POLICE STATION)

We see a series of short shots reflecting the tedious process of Casey's booking at the station:

-- Casey's mug shot taken
-- Casey's fingerprints taken
-- Swabs taken from Casey's hands
-- Pictures taken of Casey's hands, arms, face, and neck
-- Saliva and hair samples taken from Casey
-- Casey being led down a hallway past a "Police Officers   
   Are Your Friends" poster which she rolls her eyes at
-- Casey pacing in an interrogation room

INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT

Casey is still pacing.  She also occasionally scratches at the area above her heart.  She jumps when the door opens.

Liz and another officer, PATRICE JACKSON, come in and shut the door.  Liz is carrying a large evidence bag.  Jackson is carrying a fluorescent orange jumpsuit and some slip-on shoes.

                        LIZ
            We're going to be taking your clothes
            and shoes from you now.

                        CASEY
                  (pointing at suit)
            Is that what I gotta wear?

                        JACKSON
            I'm afraid so.

                        CASEY
            Cruel and unusual punishment.

                        LIZ
            Yeah.  Look, I know this is uncomfortable,
            but we have to --

                        CASEY
            Watch.  I figured.  Protect the chain of
            evidence.  So how much do you have to take? 
            All of it, or do I get to keep my underwear?

                        LIZ
            Just your outer clothing will do.  And your shoes.

Casey takes off her boots and hands them over to Liz, who places them in the bottom of the large bag.  Casey pulls off her tank top and hands it over.  Then Casey removes her jeans and hands them over.  She's left in her sports bra and underwear.

Jackson hands Casey the jumpsuit and slip-on shoes.  Casey pulls the jumpsuit over her legs and puts on the shoes.  Casey goes to pull the jumpsuit up, but gets distracted by that spot above her heart.  She leaves the jumpsuit at her waist and scratches at the spot angrily.

                        CASEY
            Damn!  What is that?

Casey looks down at the spot.

                        LIZ
            What?

                        CASEY
            This spot.  It's been itching me like crazy!

Liz adjusts her glasses and looks at the spot carefully.  Then she notices that Casey has old scars on her chest and abdomen.

Casey realizes that Liz has seen the scars.  She pulls the jumpsuit up quickly and zips it up.  She crosses her arms tightly across her chest.

                        CASEY
            Are we done here?

                        LIZ
            Yeah.  All done.  Officer Jackson will take
            you to lock-up.

Jackson leads Casey out.  Liz stands still a moment, thinking, then exits with the evidence bag.

INT. POLICE STATION - HOMICIDE DIVISION - NIGHT

Pete is on the phone.  His desk is extremely messy.  Liz's desk, which is directly across from his, is perfectly neat.

Liz walks up and shows Pete the evidence bag.  Pete holds up a finger as if to say "just a minute." Liz puts the bag on her desk.  Then she leans against the edge of her desk, grabs a tissue from the box, and starts cleaning her glasses.

                        PETE
            So she was definitely stabbed then, no
            gun shot wounds whatsoever?
                  (listening)
            I know, I know.  Just a preliminary.  Give
            us a buzz when you're done, okay?

Pete hangs up the phone.  Liz finishes cleaning her glasses, tosses the used tissue into the trash can, and puts her glasses back on.

                        LIZ
            Sounds like Callahan was telling the truth. 
            We'll have to release her then.

                        PETE
            I guess so.  Oh.  Becker called.

While talking, Pete starts looking through a stack of papers on his desk.  He knocks some of his desk debris over onto Liz's desk.  He tries to clear it off.

                        PETE
            He followed the blood trail through the
            door.  The trail led through the basement
            of that building, up the stairs to the roof,
            then it disappeared.

Liz sighs as Pete only manages to make matters worse on her desk.

                        LIZ
            You know, for someone who doesn't take notes,
            you sure got a lot of paper on your desk.

Liz motions Pete away and begins cleaning off her own desk, putting the fallen items back into Pete's disaster area.

                        PETE
            Sorry.  Anyway, so far, no sign of the attacker
            in the area, and no murder weapon either.  The
            local ER's have had no gun shot victims come in,
            and neither has the morgue.

                        LIZ
            So he's still out there somewhere.

                        PETE
            Yep.

EXT. A BUILDING NEAR EMPORIUM ALLEY - NIGHT

ON THE ROOF:

Frederic is breathing hard.  He groans in pain.  He takes off his coat.  Then he pulls off his gray shirt and throws it aside.

His bare chest is marked with an intricate Rune seemingly branded into the skin above his heart; his chest is also marked with three bleeding bullet holes.

Frederic puts his hand over the Rune and concentrates.  His chest starts to glow.  Then the bullet holes close up and heal.  His face shows relief.

Once he's caught his breath, he stands and puts his long coat back on.  Then he moves to the edge of the roof.  He looks down at the street below.  He steps off the roof and falls.

ON THE STREET:

Frederic lands unhurt in a crouch on the sidewalk beside the building.  He stands up straight and then narrows his eyes evilly.
 

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