THE RUNE-BEARER
ACT TWO

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 TWO

INT. POLICE STATION - THE LOBBY - NIGHT

Pete holds the door open, and Casey walks through.  Casey is dressed in street clothes: a pair of sweat pants, a college t-shirt with a University of Memphis law school logo on it, tennis shoes.  Her duffle bag is on her shoulder.  She is carrying her cell phone.

                        CASEY
            Thanks.  God, it feels good to be in my own
            clothes.  Do y'all order those jumpsuits
            extra scratchy or something?

                        PETE
            Yes, we do.  We get 'em from Scratchy Suits
            'R' Us.

                        CASEY
            I figured.  It's a good thing I had some spare
            clothes in my bag.

                        PETE
            Yeah.

                        CASEY
            I like to be prepared.  My job kinda takes me
            to some strange places.

                        PETE
            I'll bet.

Pete and Casey stand silently and awkwardly for a moment.

                        CASEY
            Any idea when I'll get my gun back?

                        PETE
            No, not really.  Sorry.

                        CASEY
            That's okay.  I've got a backup.

                        PETE
            That's good.  Best to be prepared.  Like
            you said.

Once again, the conversation lags, and Casey and Pete fidget nervously.

                        PETE
            Are you sure you don't want a ride?

                        CASEY
            No.  Thanks.
                  (holding up cell phone)
            I'll just call a cab.

                        PETE
            Oh.  Okay.  Well, I better get back to
            it then.

                        CASEY
            Okay.

                        PETE
            Get some sleep, and I'll see you in a
            few hours.

                        CASEY
                  (doing a thumbs-up)
            Check.  Sketch artist.  Got it.

EXT. CASEY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Casey gets out of a cab and walks up her driveway.  A fairly new SUV sits in the drive.  Casey goes to her front door and quickly and efficiently opens the three locks, never forgetting to look cautiously around as she does so.

INT. CASEY'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Casey comes in her house.  She systematically sets the three locks on the door.  She sighs and drops her bag, her keys, and her cell phone on the table beside the door.  She runs her hand through her hair nervously.  Then she hugs herself tightly.

She goes into the kitchen and comes out with a stiff drink.  She drinks half of it in one gulp.

She returns to the front door and checks the locks again.  She reaches to turn the lights off, but doesn't.  She heads down the hall toward the bedroom.

INT. CASEY'S HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

Casey sets her drink on the night stand then enters the closet.  She gets a box off the top shelf and carries it to the bed.  She sits on the bed with the box in her lap.

The box top has an engraved plate with the initials "HW" on it.  Casey touches the plate briefly then opens the box.  She pulls out a gun, an old snub-nosed .38 revolver.  She checks to see if it's loaded then sets it on the night stand.  She finishes off her drink.

She opens a very neat dresser drawer.  She gets out a low-cut silky top with matching shorts.  She takes her pajamas and goes into the bathroom.

INT. CASEY'S HOUSE - MASTER BATHROOM - NIGHT

Casey takes off her shoes and clothes and lays them aside.  Then she gets in the shower.

LATER

Casey gets out of the shower, wraps a towel around her head and another around her body.  Then she moves to the mirror.  She pulls the towel off her head and begins drying her hair with it.  She stops and looks at her reflection in the mirror.  She examines the red patch above her heart again.  It seems to have developed ridges, raised areas of the skin.  She touches the area, her forehead creased with puzzlement.

                        CASEY
            What the hell is that?  Hives or something?

Casey gets out some lotion and applies it to the patch before returning to her hair drying.

INT. CASEY'S HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

Now in her pajamas, Casey crawls into bed and pulls up the covers.  She reaches over and touches her gun on the night stand.  Then she turns off the lamp.

The bedroom is illuminated by soft moonlight peeking through the window blinds.  Casey lies back down.  She sighs heavily and closes her eyes.  In the darkness, the patch above her heart starts to glow faintly.  The raised edges begin to pulse and shimmer.

INT. POLICE STATION - HOMICIDE DIVISION - NIGHT

Liz is working on the computer.  She is doing a search on Casey in the police records.  She is searching for Casey under "Arrests." She gets a hit, simple trespassing.

Pete walks up; then he holds up a cassette tape.  Liz doesn't look up from her computer screen.

                        PETE
            Got the 911 tape.

                        LIZ
            Good.

Pete gets out a tape player and pops the tape in.

                        PETE
            You ready to listen to it?

                        LIZ
            In a minute.  I got a hit on Callahan.

                        PETE
            Really?

                        LIZ
            Yeah.  Just simple trespassing.  Probably
            part of her professional snooping.

                        PETE
            Probably.

                        LIZ
            Whoa!

                        PETE
            What?

                        LIZ
            She just showed up under Victims.

                        PETE
            Victim of what?

                        LIZ
            Attempted murder.  She nearly got stabbed
            to death.

Pete joins Liz at her computer and looks at her screen.

                        LIZ
            The Victor Rimes case.  Damn!  I should
            have remembered.

INT. CASEY'S HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

Casey tosses and turns in her sleep, clearly suffering a nightmare.  The patch glows more brightly now, its edges forming into the shape of a Rune.

INT. WILSON INVESTIGATIONS - NIGHT (CASEY'S NIGHTMARE)

AT THE FRONT OF THE OFFICE:

Casey enters through the glass door of the office.  Her hair is styled differently.  She is smiling and carrying some folders.

                        CASEY
            Hey Henry, guess what?  I got a solid
            lead on the Jamison case.

Casey continues on toward her office.

IN CASEY'S OFFICE:

Casey enters and puts down her stuff.  She is expecting Henry to respond, but he doesn't.

                        CASEY
            Henry?  Henry?

Casey leaves her office.

IN HENRY'S OFFICE:

Casey goes in.  Her face shows complete horror as she sees what's inside.

                        CASEY
            Oh my god, Henry!

HENRY WILSON's body is crumpled in front of his desk.  Blood is everywhere.  Henry has been stabbed to death.  Casey rushes to Henry's side, touches him, cries.

Then she rises to go to the phone.  Before she can even pick up the receiver, she is attacked from behind by VICTOR RIMES, a young white male with a sparse beard and moustache and unkempt hair who's wearing a ragged t-shirt and jeans.  He stabs her in the back with a large hunting knife.  She falls forward, knocking the phone off its cradle.  Victor stabs her again, and she slips to the floor.

Casey tries to crawl away, but he grabs her leg and pulls her back towards him.  He flips her over and holds her down with his hand.  He has the knife poised over her body, ready to strike.  Casey struggles uselessly against his grip.

                        VICTOR
            This is what you get...

The image of Victor with the hunting knife is replaced by the image of Frederic with the dagger.  Frederic holds the dagger over Casey's body.

                        FREDERIC
                  (in a German accent)
            ...when you interfere in my affairs.

Frederic brings the dagger down.  Casey screams as the dagger is plunged into her.

INT. CASEY'S HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

Casey wakes screaming.  She pants with fear and clutches her pillow to her chest.

INT. CASEY'S HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - DAY

Casey awakens in a very crumpled bed.  She looks at her alarm clock groggily.  She groans, then closes her eyes once again.  She blinks her eyes sleepily several times then groans again.  She finally drags herself out of bed.

                        CASEY
                  (mumbling)
            I gotta make the donuts...

Repeating her mumbling, Casey shuffles toward the bathroom without really opening her eyes.

INT. CASEY'S HOUSE - MASTER BATHROOM - DAY

Casey trudges in.  She turns on the water in the sink, then splashes water onto her face.  She grabs the towel to dry her face. 

She looks at her reflection in the mirror, blinking slowly.

When she moves the towel from her face, she sees the Rune sticking out from under her pajama top.  Her eyes widen.

She pulls the pajama top down until the Rune is fully exposed, and she leans closer to the mirror.

                        CASEY
            What the hell?

INT. CASEY'S HOUSE - MASTER BATHROOM - DAY

Casey stares at the Rune in amazement.  She touches the Rune.  It gives her a slight shock, so she pulls back quickly, startled by the jolt.

                        CASEY
            Damn!

Casey touches the Rune again, but doesn't pull back when she feels the mild surge of energy.  The Rune shimmers as she is touching it.  Casey frowns in confusion.

EXT. CASEY'S HOUSE - DAY

Casey walks out the front door.  She is wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt over a tank top tucked into her jeans, much like she wore the night before.  Her long hair is pulled back in a ponytail.  She touches the outside of her shirt where the Rune lies beneath.  Then she heads to her SUV and gets in and cranks it up.

EXT. THE FRONT OF EMPORIUM ALLEY - DAY

While driving to the police station, Casey approaches The Emporium.  She slows as she passes it.  Then she stops her SUV and looks down the alley next door.

Yellow police tape is still draped across the entrance.  A figure stands directly behind the tape.  It is Mitzi.  She is wearing the same clothes she had on when she died, but without the wounds and blood.

Casey does a double-take and looks again.  Mitzi motions towards Casey's SUV.  Casey looks at Mitzi in shock.  Then Casey closes her eyes and shakes her head.  She looks again.  Mitzi is gone.  The police tape ripples in the wind.

A loud honk startles Casey.  She waves in apology and continues down the street, shaking her head in bewilderment.

EXT. POLICE STATION - THE LOBBY - DAY

Casey walks to the elevator where several people are waiting for the car to arrive.

Casey waits impatiently, shifting her weight, fidgeting, repeatedly touching the front of her shirt where the Rune rests below.

The elevator shows that it's moving down the levels.

Casey's hand fiddles with the edge of her shirt.

The elevator is one floor away. 

Casey's hand slips inside her shirt, and she touches the Rune.

SERIES OF SHOTS (CASEY'S VISION)

The moment her hand touches the Rune, Casey is hit with a vision about the elevator:

-- Casey getting on with the small group and jamming in 
-- The elevator moving up and then stalling loudly 
-- The passengers groaning, cursing, one panicking 
-- The elevator alarm going off

EXT. POLICE STATION - THE LOBBY - DAY

When Casey's vision ends, she jerks her hand back out of her shirt, breathing heavily.

                        LAWYER
            Hey, lady!

Casey looks up, surprised that she hadn't noticed the open elevator in front of her.  Dressed in a nice suit, the LAWYER glares and then motions at Casey.

                        LAWYER
            You getting on or not?

With all eyes on her, Casey studies the elevator a moment, then backs away, shaking her head.  The Lawyer rolls his eyes, then punches the button sharply.

Casey looks confused as she watches the elevator doors close.  She shakes her head as if to clear away the thoughts.  Then she starts towards the stairwell.

Not two moments later, Casey hears a mechanical thud, then the elevator alarm ringing.  She hurries up the stairs.

INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY

Pete leads Casey into an interrogation room.  It contains a metal table and three chairs, all of which have seen better days.  A small box of tissue sits on the table.

                        PETE
            Thanks for coming in.  I know you had a
            short night.

                        CASEY
            Sure.  No problem.

Pete puts a folder on the table.  While Pete gets set up, Casey leans back in her chair and tries to relax.  She puts on a cheery smile.

                        CASEY
            So...Detective Peterson...where's your
            partner in crime?
                  (off Pete's raising his eyebrows)
            Okay, crime-fighting.

                        PETE
            She's down at the morgue.  And call me
            "Pete."

When Casey shows surprise, Pete just shrugs.

                        PETE
            It's only fair.  You asked me to call you
            "Casey."

                        CASEY
                  (smiling genuinely)
            That's true.  Okay.  "Pete" it is.  So, Pete,
            what can I do for ya today?

                        PETE
                  (smiling too)
            I'd like to go through your story again
            and ask you a few more questions.  Then I
            need you to work with the sketch artist.
            I'll try not to keep you too long.

Casey continues smiling and then nods.

INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY

Casey is sitting at the table.  Pete is closing the door as if he's just come in.  He holds the now completed sketch.  He sits down and places the sketch on the table.

                        PETE
            You did a great job with the sketch artist. 
            Terri said you have really sharp eyes.

                        CASEY
            Thanks.

Casey starts to fidget, her eyes drawn repeatedly to the sketch.

                        PETE
            You doing okay?  You seem a little nervous.

                        CASEY
            Yeah.  I'm fine.  Really.  It's just so
            creepy...seeing his face.

Casey picks up the sketch and looks at it.

The sketch shows a very detailed and accurate drawing of Frederic, complete with the coldly evil eyes.

Casey shivers and puts down the sketch.  Then she wraps her arms tightly about her chest. 

Pete gets up and walks to stand beside Casey.  He squats beside Casey's chair.

                        PETE
            I understand how difficult this must be
            for you.  I...ummm...saw your file from
            two years ago.

                        CASEY
            Oh.

Pete squeezes Casey's shoulder sympathetically. Casey turns and looks at Pete.  Pete returns her gaze.  They smile and hold eye contact for several seconds.  Then they both jump as Liz bursts into the room.

                        LIZ
            Pete!  I need to see you and Callahan
            in the conference room, now!

Both Pete and Casey look surprised, but immediately comply, following Liz out of the interrogation room.

INT. POLICE STATION - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Casey and Pete are seated in front of the TV/VCR.  Liz is standing in front with the remote.

                        LIZ
            You ready?

                        CASEY
            What am I watching?

                        LIZ
            A security tape from the morgue.

Liz moves to stand behind Casey, then punches the remote to start the tape.  Casey's eyes are on the TV.

ON THE SCREEN:

A security camera angle shows the entrance to the morgue examination room.  The Medical Examiner comes out and walks down the hall.  Moments later, another man, with blonde hair, comes from the opposite direction and stands outside the entrance.

BACK TO CASEY:

Both Pete and Casey sit up straight in their chairs.  Casey leans forward to look more closely.

ON THE SCREEN:

The blonde man enters the examination room.  Shortly after, he bursts out, clearly angry.  Then he looks straight at the security camera.  It's Frederic.  The image is frozen as Liz pauses the VCR.

BACK TO CASEY:

Casey stands abruptly, fear on her face.  She points at the screen.

                        CASEY
            Th-That's him!  That's the guy who stabbed
            the woman!

                        LIZ
            Are you sure?

                        CASEY
            Definitely.  His clothes are different,
            but that's him.

Pete and Liz smile at each other with a "gotcha" look, then turn back to the screen.

INT. POLICE STATION - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Pete walks Casey to the doorway of the conference room.

Liz goes to the TV/VCR and begins to rewind the video tape.  She sneaks glances at Pete and Casey.

Pete and Casey are both a little awkward.

                        PETE
            Thanks again for coming in.  You've
            been a tremendous help.

                        CASEY
            You're welcome.  I'm glad I could help. 
            I just wish...

Casey drops her gaze to her hands.

                        PETE
            Yeah.  I know.  Don't worry, though. 
            We'll get this guy.

                        CASEY
            I'm sure you will.  I'm just glad I'm not
            a suspect anymore.  That was a new twist.

                        PETE
            I'll bet.

They both look nervously at their feet, then up again.  Pete runs his hand through his hair.

                        PETE
            So...uhhh...what's a private eye like you
            do for fun?

                        CASEY
            Ummm...I don't know...I...work a lot...not
            much time for...fun.

                        PETE
            Well, maybe...when this whole thing is over,
            we could...get a cup of coffee and...ummm...
            talk shop or something.

                        CASEY
            Yeah...maybe.  Hey, Pete, look, I gotta go. 
            I have a...ummm...lunch meeting.

                        PETE
            Oh.  Okay.  Sure.  I'll...uhhh...call you if
            we need anything else.

                        CASEY
            Okay.  Bye.

                        PETE
            Bye.

Casey leaves the conference room and walks down the hallway and doesn't look back.

Pete watches Casey walk away, then he turns to Liz.  Liz is standing only a few feet away from him.  She has her arms crossed tightly across her chest.

                        LIZ
            She's a witness in an ongoing investigation.

                        PETE
            I know.

INT. WILSON INVESTIGATIONS - CASEY'S OFFICE - DAY

Casey goes into her office.  She drops a fast food bag on her desk by the fish tank.

                        CASEY
            Hey, Bug.  Ready for our lunch meeting?

Casey feeds the fish, sits down, and opens her fast food bag.

INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HOMICIDE DIVISION - DAY

Liz and Pete are at their desks.  Pete is typing on the computer.  Liz is looking at a computer printout.

                        LIZ
            Mitzi Howard, 22.  Arrested several times
            for solicitation, prostitution, once for
            possession.  Not here, though, Little Rock.

Liz puts down the printout and starts looking through a stack of photos from the crime scene and the autopsy.  She pulls one out and holds it up.

                        LIZ
            Did you see the photo of this mark the ME
            found on her body?

Liz looks at the photo.  It is a close-up shot of the area above Mitzi's heart.  The photo was taken under special lighting, so the color is strange-looking.  The after-image of the Rune glows eerily on Mitzi's skin.

                        PETE
            Yeah.  Weird, huh?

INT. WILSON INVESTIGATIONS - CASEY'S OFFICE - DAY

A close-up of Casey's Rune reflects in the mirror stand that Casey has set on her desk.  Casey is holding her tank top back with one hand while she gingerly touches the Rune with the other.

Casey pulls away from the mirror and leans back in her chair.  Her outer shirt is draped on the back of her chair.  Casey opens her desk drawer and pulls out a legal pad and marker.  She pushes the remains of her lunch aside and sets the pad down.  She resumes her former position in front of the mirror and begins to sketch the Rune on the legal pad.

INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HOMICIDE DIVISION - DAY

Pete holds the photo of Mitzi's remnant mark and looks at it intently.  Liz is at her computer, typing.

                        LIZ
            The ME said it was kind of like a tattoo
            that had been removed, but not.

                        PETE
            What is it?  A tribal animal?  A letter or
            character of some kind?

                        LIZ
            I don't know.

                        PETE
            Want to go see Louie?  He might know what
            it is.

                        LIZ
            Sure.

Liz gives her computer monitor a good bang or two.

                        LIZ
            Soon as I can get this stupid computer to
            send my report to the F.B.I.

INT. THE PEABODY HOTEL - FREDERIC'S SUITE - DAY

Frederic is sitting at his desk.  He is wearing a thick expensive robe with three fancy ducks embroidered in a row on the front.  He is typing quickly but calmly on his laptop.  Then he smiles.

ON THE SCREEN:

Pages from the police department's internal web site display in rapid succession.

INT. WILSON INVESTIGATIONS - CASEY'S OFFICE - DAY

ON THE SCREEN:

Web pages on tattoos, brands, and other marks appear in succession on Casey's computer.

AT HER DESK:

Casey is sitting at her computer, her sketch of the Rune beside her.  Casey runs her free hand along the back of her neck, tilts her head, and closes her eyes.  She leans back in her chair and stretches her arms out over her head. She stands and twists to stretch her back.  When she twists toward the office door, she jumps suddenly.

Mitzi is standing in the doorway.  Casey closes her eyes tightly.

                        CASEY
            You are not real.  My eyes are tired, and
            I am just imagining things.

Casey shakes her head, then looks again.  Mitzi is gone.  Casey lets out a deep breath.
 

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