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EXTRACT FROM 5:34
by Peter Devonald and Mike Nirenberg
COPYRIGHT 2004-2009: Contact pdevonald@hotmail.com for more details
FADE IN:
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - GROUND FLOOR CORRIDOR - DUSK
Loud, high-pitched, monotonous squeal.
DAVID stands in a daze by the building's front door. He is
rough looking, 28, with much stubble and dark hair. He wears
a big, black coat. He has a jagged scar on one side of his
forehead.
Every movement is slowed down.
He turns, looks around.
The corridor is dirty, grimy, run-down.
He notices something, stares. At the end of the corridor, on
the floor, near the elevator, rests...
A MOUND of dirty clothing and tattered dark-colored blankets,
in the size and shape of a body.
David walks slowly toward it, anxious, his breathing ragged.
He glances back at the front door of the apartment block.
The bright setting sun shines, blinding. The world outside
can't be seen.
David turns back to the corridor, walks, his breathing loud
and irregular.
He reaches the Mound. Flies swarm around a gap in the
blankets. David leans toward the gap, sees two male eyes,
their lids shut.
The high-pitched sound continues.
The eyes suddenly open. The body sits up, revealing LOU, a
derelict man, 55, covered in filth, hair a mess.
Lou grabs David's right hand.
David jumps, steps backward, away from Lou, 'til he's against
the wall with the elevator. His hand slides across the wall
to the "UP" button. He presses it.
Lou slowly stands, his blackened clothes clinging to him.
David urgently presses the "UP" button.
The elevator emits a mechanical GROAN.
Lou slowly moves toward David.
The elevator doors open to reveal a run-down elevator.
David quickly gets in.
ELEVATOR
David presses button "28," stares at Lou as he moves closer.
David repeatedly presses button "28."
Lou reaches to grab David. High-pitched sound intensifies.
The doors close.
FADE TO BLACK:
Loud KNOCKING on a wooden door.
DAVID (O.S.)
Open the door!
David SIGHS.
A FOOTSTEP.
Sound of a door KICKED OPEN.
Three GUNSHOTS.
SOUND of a gun as it falls to the floor.
David MOANS.
INT. RUNDOWN APARTMENT - NIGHT
David stands in pain, holds his stomach. He looks down - his
hand is covered with blood.
Thunder CRACKS O.S.
EXT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT
Lightning arcs across the sky.
INT. HOSPITAL - INTENSIVE CARE UNIT - DAVID'S ROOM - NIGHT
Outside, a thunderstorm RAGES.
David lies in bed, eyes closed, weak. A big bandage covers
his abdomen.
The EKG monitor BEEPS.
DETECTIVE JACK FREEMAN, 48 and African-American, walks in,
looks at David, grimaces.
Freeman drags a chair to the bed, sits down.
David opens his eyes.
Freeman smiles warmly.
David stares at him, unhappy. He shakes his head, looks at
the ceiling.
FREEMAN
Looking good, buddy.
David exhales.
FREEMAN
Let's get the bastard who did this.
David leans his head back, closes his eyes.
FREEMAN
Would you rather talk to Vasquez?
The EKG beeps erratically.
FREEMAN
C'mon, Dave.
David looks at him.
DAVID
How's my wife and girl?
Freeman shakes his head, keeps eye contact.
DAVID
Where are they?
Freeman shrugs.
David tightens, shuts his eyes.
DAVID
He has them.
FREEMAN
Do you know his name?
David's eyes stay shut.
FREEMAN
What does he look like?
David is perfectly still.
Freeman pales as --
BEEEEP.
The EKG flatlines.
Freeman stands up, starts toward the door.
Nurse MARY, 23, enters, hurries to David.
MARY
(to Freeman)
You have to leave.
Mary checks the leads to the EKG, jabs the intercom.
MARY
Code Blue, room seven.
Mary runs out. She returns seconds later wheeling in the
crash cart. She turns it on - charges the paddles.
DR. MORGAN, 60 years old and African-American, runs in,
followed by NURSE #1 and NURSE #2.
Morgan starts CPR.
Mary notices Freeman.
MARY
(to Freeman)
Go to the waiting room.
Freeman stares at David's face.
MARY
Detective, you can't be in here.
Freeman's eyes never leave David -- one of David's eyelids
quivers.
The EKG BEEP intensifies.
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - ELEVATOR - NIGHT
David presses button "28" repeatedly, eyes --
CORRIDOR
Lou grins at David, moves closer. High-pitched sound.
The doors close.
ELEVATOR
Silence.
David leans against the back of the elevator, breathes out
deeply.
He looks at the numbers above the door.
1, 2, 3 - each number lit as the elevator rises.
He lifts his right hand up, stares at it as it shakes.
Something catches his eyes --
He jumps, startled. Stares, shakes his head.
To the side of the elevator, a dirty, broken mirror throws a
distorted reflection of David back at himself.
DAVID
Calm down... Focus.
He reaches in his coat pocket, pulls out a gun, checks that
it's loaded.
He looks at the elevator numbers - 7, 8, 9 -
The elevator stops on 10.
David quickly puts the gun inside the top of his trousers,
puts his coat over it.
The elevator doors open.
David nervously looks forward.
PAUL, 10, scruffy-looking kid, stands at the entrance of the
elevator.
David stares at him.
DAVID
You going up?
Paul nods.
DAVID
Come on in.
Paul stands still.
DAVID
I'm not going to hurt you.
Paul's eyes never leave David.
DAVID
What floor do you want?
Paul doesn't move.
David sighs, presses 28. Nothing happens. He presses it
repeatedly. The doors close. Paul stays outside, watches.
The doors closed, David breathes out deeply, leans back.
The doors open again, Paul still there.
DAVID
Listen, kid, get in or stay out.
PAUL
Don't call me kid. You know my
name.
DAVID
I don't have time for this.
David presses button "28."
PAUL
Some friend you are.
DAVID
I'm not your friend.
David jabs on button "28." The doors close as --
PAUL
You're right. Not anymore.
The doors stay shut a moment, then open again. Paul still
there, eyes never leaving David.
David glares at him.
DAVID
Stop pressing the button.
David watches him, eventually shakes his head, presses 28.
The doors close.
Open again.
DAVID
That's it, you little --
GUS stands in the corridor. He is African-American, kind
looking, 73, with stubble and gray hair. No sign of Paul.
DAVID
Sorry, I -
GUS
I need your help.
Gus quickly gets into the elevator, presses 16.
The doors close, the elevator rises.
David looks at him, worried.
DAVID
What's the matter?
Gus looks at David.
GUS
You'll see.
David looks at Gus, scrutinizes him.
Gus stares back, smiles faintly.
David looks up at the numbers as they light up - 13, 14, 15.
GUS
It's David, right?
DAVID
Do we know each other?
The elevator shudders to a halt. The panel shows "16."
The doors open. Dim lighting. Walls streaked with urine.
Litter covers the floor. Gus quickly gets out.
GUS
Follow me.
David looks nervous, hesitates.
DAVID
I can't.
Gus stops walking, doesn't look back.
DAVID
I have to meet someone.
GUS
You've got time.
David, puzzled, nods.
Gus turns around, gestures for David to follow.
David peers down the corridor - leaves swirl around.
The DRONE of the EKG flatline.
David very slowly gets out the elevator, anxious.
SIXTEENTH FLOOR CORRIDOR
The EKG DRONE gets louder, louder.
David follows Gus, confused.
Gus reaches an open apartment door, gestures David inside.
David looks at Gus, then at Gus' hand, then at the open
apartment.
MORGAN (O.S.)
Clear!
ELECTRICITY PUMPED INTO A BODY O.S.
David's movements are slowed right down.
He walks toward the open door.
He turns, confused.
MORGAN (O.S.)
Clear!
ELECTRICITY PUMPED INTO A BODY O.S.
David slowly moves into the apartment.
TEENAGE GIRL'S APARTMENT ROOM
David walks, his movements pained, slow.
He stops, open mouthed as he sees -
TEENAGE GIRL
She's 16, gorgeous and has long brown hair. She lies on the
floor, her neck black and blue. She's not moving.
David kneels, leans down, puts his ear just over her mouth.
He eyes her chest, feels her neck for a pulse.
DAVID
(to Gus)
Call 9-1-1.
Gus peers around the room - no phone.
DAVID
Here.
David hands him his cellphone. Gus dials as David presses
Teenage Girl's nostrils closed with two fingers, locks his
lips over hers, breathes in - once, twice, three times.
MORGAN (O.S.)
Clear!
Teenage Girl coughs, opens her eyes.
ELECTRICITY PUMPED INTO A BODY O.S.
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