Act 1(?) - Hospital FADE IN: INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY ELENA SAINTCLAIRE, (26) places her hand on Parks's shoulder. ELENA Dave, I know this is a lot to take in- Parks chuckles. PARKS You're a lot to take in. The room goes silent. JACK NELSON (mid-40s) holds a briefcase and walks through the door. PARKS (CONT’D) You know, sweetheart. I'm not really in the mood for pranks, you get that right? Nelson reaches for the TV remote next to Parks and turns it on. JONATHAN STANTON, (mid-50s) approaches a podium. LIEUTENANT STANTON Thank you all for coming out this morning. I am Lieutenant Jonathan Stanton with the Phoenix Police Department. IND REPORTER 1 (O.S.) Is this an act of terrorism? IND REPORTER 2 (O.S.) Were these two officers specifically targeted? IND REPORTER 3 (O.S.) Do we have any idea at this time who did this? LIEUTENANT STANTON (on TV) At this time I will not be taking questions. The reporters hush. Stanton takes out a paper and glances down at it with an anxious sigh. LIEUTENANT STANTON (CONT’D) It is with a heavy heart that I announce that we lost one of our own tonight. Officer Lance Hawkins was pronounced dead on scene... His field training officer, Officer Parks had been struck by four rounds, two hitting his vest. Parks buries his head in his hands. Tears run down his eyes. LIEUTENANT STANTON (CONT’D) (on tv) ...It is thanks to two armed bystanders that Officer Parks can live to fight another day- PARKS He- He's joking. That's bullshit. He's gotta be joking, this is a sick god damn joke and everyone's laughing at me! A moment of silence between all three. NELSON Officer Parks, I'm sorry to tell you. Elena has a look of concern as she places her hand on Parks's back. PARKS Did he... Feel any of it? Nelson shakes his head. PARKS (CONT’D) What about his wife? Who- Who's gonna take care of her? His kid, come on am I not being fucking understood here?! NELSON His daughter will receive a pension, however it will be up to you whether you'd like to speak to his wife. He wipes off another tear and tries to mouth something, then stops and takes a deep breath. PARKS He's dead because of me, I should've been the contact- He knocks over the table next to him and begins to sob. PARKS (CONT’D) FUCK! NELSON There's nothing you could've done about it, the reason you're alive is because two people happened to see what was going on and stopped it. Parks reaches for the trash can next to him and vomits into it. PARKS God damn it. I could've done more. I could've done more. I should've done more. He stops for a moment as a group of shadows form behind the covered observation room. The door opens as SERGEANT STEELE, (mid-30s) comes in. He wears an "Internal Affairs" badge. Parks spits into the trash can. STEELE Run me through it again, Parks. Piece by piece. He throws a file folder at his feet. Parks stands up. PARKS Fu- Nelson stands up and almost blocks Steele. He looks back at Parks. NELSON Not a word. Get it together. He glares at Steele. NELSON (CONT’D) NELSON (CONT’D) Sergeant, you make another move like that again, I will make your life hell. Parks nods. PARKS I want to go home. He reaches for the change of clothes with his badge and gun still on them. FADE OUT. INT. WAITING ROOM - DAY JAMES O'REILLY, (28) argues with two police officers. JAMES He knows me. Look, I served with him. Can I have a reason for being kicked out? IND POLICE OFFICER 1 Security reasons, never said anything about you. JAMES Look, ask him yoursel- Parks bursts out the door, a cast in his left arm. Next to him is Elena. ELENA David, you've just been shot, let's just go home first... Parks just looks at the scene in front of him. PARKS James? Both of the officers take a step back and look at James. JAMES Dave? PARKS Should've probably told them you were coming. Sorry 'bout that. Dave just nods at the officers and waves them off. They nod. JAMES Grab a drink then? Do some catching up? Dave nods. PARKS Haven't seen you since... JAMES ...Convoy. PARKS Time flies, fuck. James's eyes widen as he takes a sigh. JAMES Yeah, it does. You okay man? Parks takes a sigh and looks at James. He opens his mouth to something, but nothing manages to come out. His phone vibrates. A text appears. The contact reads, "Interested Party". A photo of him with James and Elena coming through the doors with James talking to the police. INTERESTED PARTY (TEXT) Officer Parks, we have a proposition for you. Please meet us on the third floor of the parking garage. Come alone. Parks glances at Elena. PARKS Hey sweetheart, this is James. You guys get to know each other, I'm gonna go for a walk- ELENA Didn't you say you wanted to go home? PARKS Lemme get some air first. James cocks an eyebrow at this. Parks walks off, INT. ELEVATOR - DAY Parks checks takes his Glock 19 out of his right hand inner waistband holster and does a one handed press check using his belt to check for a round. A round is chambered. He takes a deep breath as he looks at the floors. "1" "2" He takes a breath. "3" The doors open as Parks inches out, gun in his hand. EXT. GARAGE - DAY He checks the outside. Nothing. The ramp going to the third floor materializes as he peers over. He makes his way over. A group of black suburbans are parked there. In the middle of it, a group of men in suits. The one in the middle JASON WHITE, (43) rolls his eyes. WHITE Come on now Officer, there were other ways we could've dealt with you. At least listen to us before you start shooting. Those around him reach for their weapons. WHITE (CONT’D) Gentlemen, he has one arm and there's six of you. It wouldn't be a fair fight now would it? Parks lowers his weapon. PARKS What? The fuck you want? You feds? He's clearly nervous. WHITE Officer- Or do you want it to be Detective, Parks? PARKS Cut the shit. He looks behind him at another individual in a suit. He beckons over ANTHONY, (mid-20s) WHITE Anthony, get my case please. ANTHONY Yes sir. Anthony walks to the back of a suburban and comes back. He carries a briefcase. WHITE Price of admission is ignorance. That man was on bath salts and some modified form of PCP. White opens the briefcase. WHITE (CONT’D) He's being healed up in a known Sinaloa Cartel safehouse. Do we have a deal? Parks just slowly nods. He closes the briefcase and passes it to Parks. PARKS Deal. White's side packs up and leaves Parks alone with a metallic briefcase. Parks stands there, briefcase in hand. FADE TO BLACK. EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY Parks walks back with a briefcase. James cocks an eyebrow. JAMES The fuck is that? Parks shrugs. JAMES (CONT’D) The feds give you that? Parks shrugs. PARKS It's information for a case. That's all I know. JAMES If it's on me, I don't have any god damn dogs. Parks rolls his eyes. PARKS If it was on you, I'd have thrown you in cuffs. JAMES Not if there was already an IED planted on your car. PARKS James... James smiles, though it looks nervous. JAMES I'm just joking. I swear. Parks nods. PARKS Right... Follow us, we're headed home. I got a small cabinet there. INT. PARKS'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON The briefcase sits on Parks's wooden kitchen table. James pokes the case with a screwdriver. Elena crouches behind a couch. ELENA Why did you want me back here again? And why didn't you call the bomb squad? PARKS So if it goes off, there's not pieces of me inside of you. Plus, they're not gonna come out here because someone gave me a briefcase. ELENA But I already get pieces of you inside me. PARKS Fuck, walked int- James slams his hand against the top of the case. PARKS (CONT’D) ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US ALL?! JAMES Well we know it's not pressure activated if it is a bomb. PARKS YOU FUCKING IDIOT! ELENA You just gave me a fucking heart attack! James just shrugs. Parks and Elena takes a deep breath. PARKS (CONT’D) You were EOD right? JAMES I was half the reason EOD came to talk to us back then, yeah. Parks unlatches the case and takes out a flashlight. PARKS How'd they set these things up? JAMES Damn things were rigged for a few inches, you pulled up and boom. Just look under it for wires. Parks glances under it, opening the case just a crack. He shines the light around inside of it. JAMES (CONT’D) Anything? PARKS Negative, any clear string would've made a shadow too. Fuck it, I'm going for it. He opens the case all the way. The files are stacked neatly. Elena emerges from behind Parks's couch. ELENA What is it? Anything solid on Lance? Parks takes the case, turns it upside down, and dumps its contents on the table. He starts to spread its contents, across the table. PARKS Help me out with this you two. Elena makes her way over and the three start placing folders right side up. David opens a file, on its cover reads, "DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY". PARKS (CONT’D) Holy fuck. He flips through it. A few clusters of mugshots here and there, a few assorted file- PARKS (CONT’D) I found him. The fucker who stabbed me. He pulls a file out. The top of the dossier reads "Enrique Torrez". Gang Affiliation: "The Sentinel Cartel". Parks's expression changes to that of anger. PARKS (CONT’D) I have to make some phone calls. EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT Four police cruisers and a SWAT van pull up to a warehouse. The streetlights illuminate the grungy grafiti covered area. Gang logos cover some houses, a few dumpsters are knocked over, some of the trash flying around. Outside, the small amount passerbys, whisper to each other as the cruisers pull up with the team. Two cruisers peel off and start cordoning off the area from the front of the warehouse. A perimeter is set up, the area is cleared of any passerbys. INT. POLICE CRUISER - NIGHT Parks sits there and watches all of this. Stanton drives. LIEUTENANT STANTON Four days. Someone tipped us off too when you put the pieces together. Parks just looks out the window. He's got a leather jacket on. Stanton looks over at Parks. LIEUTENANT STANTON (CONT’D) Should feel good though if you are right. Even if you're not it's a dent in the fuck up that was the ATF's schtick. Parks continues to watch as police MRAP stops. PARKS Won't do anything for Lance. LIEUTENANT STANTON We're gonna get these guys, kid. He steps out of the cruiser. Parks opens the door and watches as SWAT stacks on the door. EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT One of the cruisers pulls behind the building, two others set up a perimeter and block the street. From inside the cruiser, Parks turns the police radio up. Stanton lights up a cigarette. The radio comes to life. IND SWAT OFFICER 1 (O.S.) Team one, team two, prepare to breach. IND SWAT OFFICER 2 (O.S.) Team one, ready. IND SWAT OFFICER 1 (O.S.) Team two, ready. On my mark. Parks watches this. IND SWAT OFFICER 1 (O.S.) (CONT’D) Mark. The SWAT team busts the door down. An officer throws in a flashbang. Parks places his hand on his holster. More gunfire rings out from the inside of the warehouse. PARKS That doesn't sound good. IND SWAT OFFICER 2 (O.S.) Team two, one suspect down. IND OFFICER 2 (O.S.) Team two has an officer down! Fucker used a table leg! The radio goes silent for a moment. IND SWAT OFFICER 2 Stay the fuck down! Stanton takes a sigh, throws his cigarette on the ground, and gets on his radio. STANTON 1015, requesting additional units and a bus to the warehouse on 19th and McDowell, code three, one officer down. DISPATCHER (O.S.) 10-4, 1015. Any available units, 1015 requesting assistance at 19th and McDowell, multiple officers down. The sound of sirens in the distance. More gunfire breaks out. IND SWAT OFFICER 2 Multiple assailants with ARs, requesting additional! Fuck! IND SWAT OFFICER 1 Hey we got a suspect- ENRIQUE TORRES, (30) jumps out of a window, rolls, and runs toward Stanton and Parks. He's covered in gang tattoos. Torres just keeps moving, his arms are covered in tempered glass. He charges forward toward Stanton. PARKS Holy fuck. Stanton draws his tazer and fires into Torres. The barbs connect and Torres is unfazed as he charges forward and pushes Stanton aside. Parks tries to draw down, only get pushed aside by a sprinting Torres. STANTON Parks! Parks keeps his weapon pointed downward as he runs after Torres. He struggles to keep up. Torres glances back, sees Parks, and makes a turn. Parks runs forward and tries to turn the corner. Two bullets pass his face. PARKS Fucker! Parks peers out of cover and takes two shots into Torres's back. He just keeps running. PARKS (CONT’D) WHAT THE FUCK?! Parks continues to run forward, chasing him into an intersection. Torres stops to assess the area and glances back seeing Parks. Before anything else, a hatchback runs over Torres, knocking him to the ground. Parks sees this and clutches his arm. He keeps his gun out and sprints to the scene. James gets out of the car. PARKS (CONT’D) What the fuck... Torres isn't getting back up, but he's still breathing. James is pointing wildly at Torres. TORRES Fuck... JAMES He knows where they are! Parks holsters his weapon and takes out his hand cuffs. He presses his knee against his ass. PARKS Grab his other arm. James helps him out and he manages to get them on him. TORRES You... JAMES WHERE ARE THEY?! He flips Torres on his back. PARKS You fucking recognize me? TORRES Yeah, you should be dead. JAMES You'll be fucking dead if you don't tell me where they keep the cat girls! Parks watches a cruiser a few blocks away close in. PARKS Back off, James! Parks glares at him. PARKS (CONT’D) I want answers. Where's your partner? He takes out his badge and keeps it in the direction of the approaching cruiser. TORRES Fuck you cabron, I don't need to tell you shit. Besides, my ride's on its way here. A cruiser pulls up with two officers. They get out of their cruiser. One runs over to James. IND OFFICER 3 Sir, step back. James goes to his car and watches this. JAMES He knows where the cat girls are, don't let him get away with that knowledge! IND OFFICER 1 We won't sir, just stand back. A small army of cruisers shows up behind them. TORRES Don't leave me down here, I can fucking stand, if I didn't have these cuffs I could probably beat the shit out of you, wey! Parks just watches this. PARKS You never answered my question. TORRES My answer is, "Fuck you." Parks rolls his eyes. His hands shake in anger. Another cruiser rolls up with Stanton in it. STANTON You good, Parks? He gives an "okay" hand symbol. STANTON (CONT’D) The hell happened? Parks points at James. JAMES Army buddy happened to be driving through- Retard ran into traffic, got hit. Stanton nods. STANTON Better hope he doesn't sue. James just stands there with the officer. Stanton thumbs his radio. STANTON (CONT’D) (into radio) Dispatch, requesting an additional ambulance to 23rd and McDowell. Parks watches as three suburbans with lights and sirens start advancing on their location. PARKS Who the hell are these guys? Stanton steps in front of Parks and watches all of this. The three suburbans stop and surround the officers. One man in particular, SMITH, (late-30s) steps out holding out a badge. Their uniforms read, "DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY". STANTON Who might you folks be? You weren't on our channels. SMITH Just call me Smith. This individual is of importance to national security, you see. Stanton adjusts his glasses. STANTON He shot one of my men. SMITH I'm sorry to hear that- STANTON I'm sorry ain't exactly going to cut it. Smith glances at Parks. SMITH How's the arm doing? My associate White was asking earlier. Two of the agents walk over to where Torres is detained. Stanton takes out his phone. Smith just patiently waits for him. STANTON (into phone) Colin? Yeah, waiting out here with one of your guys- Agent Smith? Stanton eyes's widen. He motions toward the officer to move away from Torres. SMITH Thank you for your cooperation, Lieutenant. We'll take it from here. Two agents pick up Torres. He spits in the direction of Parks and glares at Stanton. PARKS I'LL FUCK YOU UP! Stanton grabs Parks. STANTON Don't do this, not here. Smith looks back at him. SMITH These feelings are normal, officer. Anger is a normal emotion in the grieving process. Parks watches as the agents get into their vehicles and drive off. A few tears roll down his eyes. PARKS I was so close, I was this close and the feds fucked it up, like they do everything fucking else! Fuck! Parks kicks a can next to him in anger. STANTON PARKS! He pulls Parks aside. STANTON (CONT’D) Look, I get it. This ain't easy by any stretch, but you gotta keep your shit together. At least until that arm of yours heals. I'm recommending for a promotion. Parks puts his head down. STANTON (CONT’D) Just keep it together until you get put on desk duty for that. A tear rolls down his eye. James sees this and looks down. Another car pulls up. Someone jumps out of the driver's seat. NELSON WHAT THE FUCK, PARKS?! PARKS My arm's feeling better! His eyes widened. NELSON Are you looking for IA to fire you? Hell, worse they get you for faking your injuries. PARKS But- Nelson massages his eyes. NELSON Please get better Parks. Go home. PARKS Fine. INT. CAR - NIGHT PARKS James. James watches the road in silence. PARKS (CONT’D) What the fuck is wrong with you? Parks looks at the police scanner in the backseat of his car. JAMES I need to know, Dave. PARKS About shit that exists in Japanese cartoons? If it's fucking real?