A Spec Film Script that is right for the times.
GOODBYE USA
Copyright Registration Number: TXu002476743
Written by Larry Croft
Cotocachi, Ecuador
Copyrighted material. Reproduction in any form for any purpose without written permission from Larry Croft is prohibited.
Except for these names, any resemblance between names used herein and names of actual people, living or dead, is unintentional:
D.B. Cooper Jesus Christ John Gotti Douglas MacArthur
George Patton Pete Rose George Herman (Babe) Ruth
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LOGLINE
A bitter ostracized U.S. Senator and her unbalanced brother, believing himself to be the second coming of Hitler, push the country into a civil war.
SYNOPSIS
During the latter years of the twentieth century, the great United States of America was virtually destroyed by vengeful siblings Wilma Riser and her ne'er-do-well brother, Wilmer., a man who believes he is the second coming of Hitler.
At 11:00 am, four unexpected ear-splitting explosions rock New York, Washington D.C., and Atlanta reducing the U.S. Capitol and three media outlets to ashes. Days later, eight post office buildings are reduced to ashes. Other events occur throughout the country lead to full-blown civil war.
Two years prior to the devastation, Wilma Riser, a United States Senator, turns dark, resigns from Congress and travels the world with her friend for life, U.S. Army Major Wally Downey. During her travels, she works secretly and diligently with her plan to “make a difference.”
As she packs her belongings for leaving Washington, she learns of Senator Tommy Tracker's suicide. The media theorizes Wilma's resignation, Tracker's suicide and Billy Victor's unexpected job loss are connected, suggesting foul play. Victor is a childhood nemesis obsessed with Wilma and follows her to Washinton.
A disguised Billy Victor is always nearby. Billy, still bitter because Wilma rebuffed him in high school stalks her daily. Wilma recognizes Billy's voice as she and Wally enjoy eating pizza. At the counter, when Wally pays for the food, Wilma rams a knee squarely in Billy's groin. The pain is intense. Billy threatens to kill Wilma.
Wilma returns from her travels and, with brother Wilmer, implements her plan to make a difference.
After the explosions, the USA citizens are in a sorry state. The unemployment rate is extremely high. Kids yell and shove, grown men engage in fisticuffs, stay-a-home moms scream at other’s kids. Murders, burglaries, robberies, and thefts, including shoplifting, are at all-time highs. Many businesses, even grocery stores and pharmacies are closed for business. Everyone is mean-spirited.
Wilma, when learning the FBI suspects her involvement in the terroristic acts, fakes a publicly televised death and flees to a country without a USA extradition treaty.
Wilma’s brother continues the mayhem using the alias Chester Nojester. He has everything money can buy but he focuses on achieving what money cannot buy: anonymously recruiting a million men who, like he, has an extreme hatred for the government, to destroy the country’s infrastructure. Nojester easily roundups an unhinged army of ragtag malcontents that grows to five million men and women by word of mouth.
Wilmer crashes his airplane and is captured. With Wilma beyond reach, Wilmer, in his perceived glory, faces swift justice alone.
FADE IN:
INT. AERIAL VIEW INDIANAPOLIS - DAY SUPER: "INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA"
SERIES OF SHOTS - INDIANAPOLIS ATTRACTIONS
-- Indianapolis Motor Speedway
-- Soldiers' and Sailors' Monument
-- Children's Museum of Indianapolis
-- Indiana Statehouse
-- Indiana World War Memorial Plaza
EXT. AN INDIANAPOLIS HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
Senior WILMA RISER and her friends ITSY and BITSY are walking home from school.
Pesky BILLY VICTOR, on roller skates, feigns an accidental bump into Wilma then does a backflip.
BILLY
Impressive huh? Oh, hi Wilma.
WILMA
Hi Billy.
ITSY
Hey, Billy. We are here too. How about a hi for us?
BILLY
Oh yeah. Hi girls. Well, gotta go.
Billy rolls onward with repeated backflips as the girls laugh.
BITSY
You know, Wilma, he has a crush on you.
WILMA
Yeah, yeah. He just wants my dad's money.
All giggle.
BITSY
He wants more than that.
WILMA
What's that supposed to mean?
BITSY
Guess.
ITSY
He tells everyone he is going to marry you someday.
WILMA
Have you heard him?
ITSY
Well....
BITSY
I have. He told me he'll love you 'til he dies. He said he will follow you everywhere you go.
Wilma's smile suggests she enjoys Bitsy's comment.
BITSY (CONT’D)
And, if you reject him, he will get revenge. Then he hummed some country music song.
WILMA
Get outa here.
BITSY
Why do you not like him? Is it because of his missing eye?
WILMA
I don't dislike him. I avoid him because he is too full of himself.
The girls kick rocks down the street before parting company, laughing on the way to their homes.
Wilma looks back at Itsy and Bitsy when she hears them sing the song Billy hummed.
EXT. THE RISER HOME - DAY
A beautiful three-story Victorian-era house located on a well- groomed two-acre lot in an upper-class Indianapolis neighborhood.
Behind the house is a separate structure with an indoor swimming pool, a two-lane bowling alley and a single basketball goal.
An outdoor tennis court is next to the separate structure.
INT. THE RISER HOME - MOMENTS LATER
Wilma's mother JANICE RISER greets Wilma with a pleasant surprise.
MOM
Hey, sunshine. Got good news in the mail. I opened it. Just as anxious as you.
Mom hands Wilma an envelope. Wilma reads the first few lines.
WILMA
Oh my gosh. I'm in. I'm going to be a West Point Cadet.
MOM
Shouldn't surprise you. With your four-point grade average and a member of Mensa International, did you expect rejection?
WILMA
No. But you never know.
Wilma and her mom hug.
Wilma's father, STEPHEN RISER, comes home.
He removes his jacket, drapes it over a chair and sets his briefcase next to the chair.
DAD
How are the girls?
WILMA
Fine. Look at this. West Point accepted me. Proud of me?
Dad raises his eyebrows, lowers his head, and looks straight at Wilma in a teasing way.
DAD
Sure, but prouder if it were from Annapolis. Like mine was back in the day.
All laugh.
Grump.
WILMA
INT. WEST POINT MILITARY ACADEMY - DAY GYMNASIUM
Cadets are performing demanding push-ups, sit-ups, squats, chin-ups and sit-ups.
AN INSTRUCTOR approaches Wilma.
INSTRUCTOR
We have been doing various calisthenics during the previous three weeks. You are not meeting physical fitness requirements.
The normally talkative Wilma merely nods her head in agreement without speaking.
INSTRUCTOR (CONT’D)
I will send my assessment of your physical skills to my superior along with my recommendation that you are separated from the academy.
Wilma shows disappointment but composes herself and addresses the instructor with proper military protocol.
WILMA
Thank you, sir.
LOCKER ROOM
She refreshes herself, gathers her belongings and leaves the building.
EXT. PARK BENCH - DAY
Wilma views the Hudson River crying and holding a tissue. Cadet WALLY DOWNEY sees her.
Smiling, he walks quickly to her.
They talk and leave together holding hands.
EXT. ALONG THE HUDSON RIVER - DAY
WILMA
I'm deeply troubled. I wonder if I will achieve success during my life.
(MORE)
WILMA (CONT’D)
Not measuring up during Beast has taken a toll. A big disappointment.
WALLY
You can and you will. I know you very well. I love you too.
WILMA
Somehow, this doesn't seem like the time to talk about love.
They face each other and kiss while holding hands. Wally's hat falls from his head.
Wilma picks it up and, more relaxed, she intentionally places it cockeyed on his head.
They look at each other, smile, kiss again, and keep walking.
WALLY
Remember this. I will always stand beside you. No matter how far apart we live, no matter the years that go by, and no matter the issue.
INT. WILMA'S PARENT'S HOME - DAY
Phone rings.
Hello.
MOM
WILMA (V.O.)
Hi mom. It's me.
MOM
Why are you calling? Aren't you in class?
WILMA (V.O.)
No. I washed out. I'm at the airport. Be home in an hour. I'll explain then.
Wilma disconnects the line.
Mom rolls her eyes, turns off the vacuum sweeper, sits on the sofa leaning forward, and places her chin on both hands.
MOM
Whoa.
INT. PARENT'S HOME - EVENING DINING ROOM
Wilma, her parents, and her older brother of two years, WILMER RISER, gather at the dinner table.
The normal rhythm of passing dishes around the table is gone. Uptightness abounds.
WILMER
Green beans, Dad?
Dad doesn't respond. He stares at his plate.
WILMER (CONT’D)
Dad, this dish is getting heavy.
DAD
Oh, yeah. Sorry Wil. Thank you.
Similar lapses by all doom the meal. Dad spills iced tea on his dress shirt. Wilma and Mom rush to help Dad.
Wilmer scoffs food in his usual gung-ho way.
MOM
We are sorry to hear West Point didn't work out for you, Wilma.
DAD
Yeah, but don't let it get you down. You have everything going for you.
All clumsily pass food dishes around the table.
DAD (CONT’D)
Transitioning from high school to an elite military academy is tough for everyone. Annapolis was tough for me.
WILMA
Oh. I know. I don't know why I didn't realize the academy is different than civilian schools.
Embarrassed, Wilma studies the faces of Mom and Dad.
WILMA (CONT’D)
I didn't measure up during Beast. I never thought it would --
WILMER
-- What's Beast?
WILMA
Another word for Cadet Basic Training.
The famished Wilmer puts food scoffing on hold, jerks a smiling face toward Wilma.
WILMER
So, they booted your ass --
Mom jumps up abruptly and points her fork toward Wilmer. She holds it to his face.
MOM
-- Wilmer. Watch your mouth. Show respect.
Startled, Wilmer bolts upright in his chair. Mom sits down.
MOM (CONT’D)
She is an all-American girl. World class. The girl next door. And you?
Mom looks at Wilmer showing contempt. Wilmer looks at Wilma.
WILMER
Whatever. With your black belt know- how, you should have shoved a knee into somebody's undercarriage.
MOM
That's enough.
WILMER
Anyway, those generals always gas up the elevators. Not with laughing gas either.
Dad slaps his hand on the table. Raises his voice.
DAD
Listen to your mother.
WILMA
No general had anything to do with me leaving.
WILMER
Whatever. Gotta go. Good dinner, Mom. Thanks for the parenting exercise too.
Wilmer folds his napkin and leaves the room with an earsplitting horselaugh.
Wilma giggles, Dad chuckles, and Mom sits red-faced.
WILMA
Where is he going?
DAD
Who knows?
MOM
You know he will be out somewhere tearing up jack.
DAD
I know. Hope I don't have to get him out of jail again.
Dad stares at the wall. FLASHBACK
EXT. MARION COUNTY INDIANA JAIL - NIGHT PARKING LOT
DAD
Damn you Wilmer. Don't you ever pull this stunt again. I'm a son of a bitch if I come here again because of your doings.
WILMER
I bet you did some bad things when you were young.
DAD
We are talking about you, not me. Now, get in the car and shut up. You got that?
Wilmer pouts, doesn't look at Dad.
WILMER
Yes sir.
DAD
Besides, I never pissed on a police car.
They drive home in silence. BACK TO SCENE
MOM
That year at the reform school didn't make him a bit better person.
DAD
And he still has those recurring dreams about Wilma's life cut short because of her own doings.
WILMA
And the reform school psychologist says Wilmer wants to be the next Adolph Hitler.
DAD
Well, I hope he turns his life around while we are alive.
Dad looks at Mom.
DAD (CONT’D)
I don't want either of us going to our urns with him on the FBI ten most wanted list. It could happen too.
MOM
I worry about him all the time. I often cry myself to sleep. Anyway, I have heard enough.
Abruptly, Mom leaves the table.
DAD
Well, I'm done too.
WILMA
Me too. Sorry that I caused this. Even more sorry my brother is elevator gas himself.
Dad laughs, Wilma grins, and Mom glares at both.
Wilma and Mom begin cleaning the dining area. Dad goes to the
LIVING ROOM
and plops down in his easy chair with a book. He closes his eyes, falls asleep.
KITCHEN
MOM
What are your plans now?
WILMA
I'll apply to other schools. I'll recover. Hey, I have something to show you. Excuse me.
Wilma leaves the kitchen and returns with a framed picture.
WILMA (CONT’D)
This is Wally. He might be my future.
Mom studies the picture.
MOM
I'm impressed. I hope it works out as you want.
WILMA
We'll see. I'm afraid he'll be sent to a war zone. He helped me through this mess and all. I feel better knowing him.
MOM
That's good. I'm happy for you.
WILMA
I'm still bothered.
MOM
The Army isn't everything, you know.
WILMA
That's not the point. The point is I had a misstep on the first rung of the ladder.
MOM
You haven't failed. And you won't. It's like Dad said. You have a lot going for you.
INT. TOPS UNIVERSITY SCHOOL OF LAW - NIGHT
Within an auditorium of about two-thousand attendees, TOPS School of Law DEAN HENRY STONE honors Wilma for her outstanding achievements.
HENRY STONE
And now we wish to acknowledge Wilma Riser, a young lady who has excelled here at TOPS Law School.
WILMA
Thank you Dean Stone. Distinguished guests, beloved faculty, cherished family, friends and my esteemed fellow graduates.
Wilma pauses, gazes the audience.
WILMA (CONT’D)
As we assemble under the banner of accomplishment and anticipation, I am profoundly honored to address you as the valedictorian of this graduating class.
Wilma pauses for a few seconds smiling at the audience.
WILMA (CONT’D)
As we close this chapter and begin anew, let us step forward with hope, determination, and the unyielding spirit of a graduate ready to make a difference.
Wilma brushes her hand over her hair.
WILMA (CONT’D)
Congratulations, classmates. Our adventure is just beginning.
INT. THE STOCKYARD RESTAURANT - NIGHT
The Riser family dines at Indianapolis' most upscale restaurant celebrating Wilma's graduation from law school.
As Mom, Dad, Wilmer, and Wilma raise their champagne glasses, Dad proposes the toast.
DAD
To the world's oyster upon her graduation from law school, her third graduation from a school of higher learning.
WILMER
Don't you mean the world is her oyster?
DAD
Well, that too. But I meant what I said. She is here for the whole wide world.
Dad looks into Wilma's eyes.
DAD (CONT’D)
We are proud of you, Wilma.
WILMER
Uh-oh sis. Here comes your longtime nemesis.
Wilma looks up startled. She recognizes the right eye patch before realizing it is Billy Victor.
WILMA
My gosh! Billy. Billy Victor. It has been years. How have you been?
BILLY
I've been fine. Congratulations on your many achievements. Let's step over there. I want to talk to you.
Wilma and Billy walk a few steps from the Riser table.
BILLY (CONT’D)
I just want to tell you I will get your pompous Mensan ass someday for giving me the cold shoulder all those years growing up. And, don't you forget it!
WILMA
Billy, you should be --
BILLY
-- I have a long memory.
Billy walks off in a huff.
Unperturbed, Wilma returns to the table.
MOM
Was nice of Billy to stop by.
WILMA
Not really. Billy wasn't nice at all. He was just being Billy.
MOM
Oh. Sounds like we should change the subject.
WILMA
Please.
The festive evening continues into the wee hours with unexpected well-wishers dropping by.
Mom sits taking it all in with a smile on her face and a twinkle in each eye.
INT. WILMA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Excited, Wilma hums a lively tune while decorating her newly acquired apartment.
She selects clothing in preparation for an employment interview tomorrow with JACK THOMAS, managing partner with the law firm Thomas, Lynch and Ward.
She falls asleep while holding Wally's photograph.
INT. LAW OFFICE OF THOMAS LYNCH AND WARD - DAY
RECEPTIONIST
(using the intercom)
Mister Thomas, Wilma Riser is here for her interview.
JACK THOMAS (V.O.)
Thank you. Please bring her in.
RECEPTIONIST
Please follow me Ms. Riser.
The receptionist escorts Wilma to Jack Thomas' very impressive office.
Paintings adorn the walls.
Thomas' desk, the office chairs and sofa are made of African Blackwood.
JACK THOMAS' OFFICE
JACK
Would you like coffee or tea?
WILMA
Tea please.
Thomas hands her a cup of tea. Wilma adds sugar.
JACK
You have an impressive resume, Wilma.
WILMA
Thank you.
JACK
Three college degrees. And three perfect grade point averages. I don't see much of that. Never actually.
WILMA
Thank you, Mister Thomas.
JACK
I have never met your father, but I've always admired his business skills. Self-made billionaires are rare - very rare. I dare say you are a chip off the old block.
Wilma smiles.
JACK (CONT’D)
And his military achievements too. Many men would have given five years of their lives to be a heroic wartime submarine commander as was he and become a retired admiral.
WILMA
Yes, my mother, brother and I admire him too.
JACK
I would say you have inherited much from your father.
Jack opens a folder placed in the center of his well- organized desk decorated with two Yogi Berra bobblehead dolls.
He brushes one of the dolls as he opens the folder. Yogi nods a few times.
JACK (CONT’D)
You have excellent credentials. I know from my experience that law school can drive you nutty.
Chemistry and political science can't be easy either.
Jack silently reads the letter he takes from the folder. Wilma sees it is from the U.S. Army.
JACK (CONT’D)
West Point training is quite grueling. Well, you obviously didn't let it hinder your future. To tell the truth, I washed out of flight training.
WILMA
Failing at West Point has been my only real disappointment.
JACK
Judging from what I learned about you, I don't think you will have many disappointments during your life.
Jack rises from his chair and motions to Wilma.
JACK (CONT’D)
Come with me. I want you to meet the team.
OFFICE BULLPEN
Jack shows Wilma around and introduces her to his partners, MARVIN LYNCH, and DAVID WARD.
Wilma nods expressing satisfaction.
As they leave the bullpen, Wilma notices and appreciates looks of acceptance.
JACK THOMAS' OFFICE
JACK (CONT’D)
Wilma, I am pleased to offer you an entry-level position in our personal injury division.
Wilma's facial expression encourages Thomas.
JACK (CONT’D)
Think it over. Please call me tomorrow. We can talk about job duties, salary, benefits, and other matters.
WILMA
Thank you so much, Mr. Thomas.
Jack Thomas escorts Wilma to the ground-level entrance. Wilma extends her hand.
They shake hands in a business-like way.
INT. WILMA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
As Wilma enters her apartment, she sees a sealed envelope addressed to PMA just inside the door.
Wilma opens the envelope and reads the very short message. “I'm watching you.”
Worried, she goes to bed around midnight, leaving the television on. She has a restless night tossing and turning.
EXT. LOS ANGELES - DAY
A strong early morning earthquake jolts the city causing minor structural damage of cracking walls.
Heavy rocks falling from a canyon wall severely damage a major roadway, causing a nine car pileup.
Twenty people are killed with no survivors.
INT. WILMA'S APARTMENT - DAY
Wilma screams loudly and uncontrollably.
A elderly male neighbor breaks down her locked apartment door and provides comfort to Wilma who is speaking incoherently.
WILMA
I saw on the news a story about a California earthquake. I saw a car. I recognized its license plate.
It's my parent’s car. There are no survivors.
Wilma stops screaming but experiences hyperventilation. The neighbor calls 911.
An ambulance takes Wilma to a hospital.
INT. COMMUNITY HOSPITAL - DAY
A crew rolls Wilma on a stretcher to the EMERGENCY ROOM
where triage personnel evaluate Wilma's condition.
When her breathing returns to normal, she is transported to a PRIVATE ROOM
Doctor ROGER BOBAL attends to Wilma.
DOCTOR BOBAL
You are much better than when I first saw you. Your vital signs are strong. How do you feel?
WILMA
Good now. When may I go home?
DOCTOR BOBAL
Right now if you are ready.
WILMA
Yes, I'm ready. Thank you so much.
DOCTOR BOBAL
You will be fine. Here are two prescriptions. Use the medication if you feel the need to do so.
She gathers her belongings and leaves the room.
INT. MARION COUNTY INDIANA JAIL - DAY
Wilma enters the main entrance as another person leaves.
He holds the door open for Wilma.
She is escorted to the visitor's room.
WILMER
Good of you to come.
WILMA
I didn't come to be good. I came with bad news. Mom and Dad were killed yesterday during a California earthquake.
WILMER
Huh? How? Did Billy Victor send a hitman? He always said he would get us all.
WILMA
In your line of work, you know all about hit men, don't you? No, they were hit by an earthquake, not by an earthman.
Wilma emphasizes the syllables quake and man. Wilmer sits motionless pondering.
WILMER
Only you and I remain. And you might bite the dust before me.
WILMA
Why do you say that?
WILMER
You yourself once said Billy is out to do you in for giving him the cold shoulder. He wanted to marry you.
WILMA
That was just an expression.
Wilmer raises his eyebrows, looks her in the eyes, turns his palms up, and shrugs his shoulders.
Wilma gives him the evil eye.
WILMA (CONT’D)
You should care but you don't even though you just inherited more money than you have ever earned legally.
Wilma shows disgust.
WILMA (CONT’D)
How long are you here this time? What is this, number three?
WILMER
Don't know.
WILMA
Why are you here?
Wilmer responds in his usual nonchalant way.
WILMER
They say spitting on the sidewalk. But they don't have evidence.
Wilma ignores his cockiness.
WILMA
Are you guilty?
WILMER
Innocent 'til proven guilty. With that law degree, don't you know these things?
WILMA
Someday I might be your friend. Until then, I'm only your sister. And, not by choice.
WILMER
Yeah, boy. Until you need my help. Right?
WILMA
That's it. I'm outa here.
Wilma calls the guard.
He opens the door for her exit. She doesn't look back.
INT. LAW OFFICE OF THOMAS LYNCH AND WARD - DAY SUPER: "TEN YEARS LATER"
JACK THOMAS' OFFICE
JACK
Wilma, you have exceeded our highest expectations. My partners and I believe you have much more to offer society than you can here.
WILMA
Thank you, Mr. Thomas. I have been entertaining thoughts of entering politics. I know I can benefit the community if I were to serve as a member of the city council.
JACK
No. No. Set your sights higher. Think about the United States Senate.
Wilma’s facial expression shows awe.
JACK (CONT’D)
Employment here has brought you a wealth of publicity and popularity. You are respected throughout the entire state of Indiana.
WILMA
Thank you, Mr. Thomas. I will do as you suggest. Please accept my resignation effective two weeks from today.
JACK
You are very welcome. Resignation accepted. My partners and I have thought long and hard about this.
WILMA
I won’t disappoint. I’ll make a difference. You’ll see. Wow. This a chance of a lifetime. A real turning point. A new direction.
Wilma leaves Jack Thomas’ office with more than the usual pep in her step.
INT. TLW CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
Attorneys and staff assemble in a large conference room. A catering service brings food and drinks.
The mood quickly becomes festive.
JACK
It's the thing to say at going away parties but we sincerely mean it, Wilma. We hate to see you go. You are a remarkable person. Top notch, like everyone here.
Applause.
Thomas shifts his gaze from Wilma to the group.
JACK (CONT’D)
Now, Mr. Lynch and Mr. Ward have a couple of words. I told the two marathon talkers to keep it short and that this party is for Wilma, not for them.
Laughter all around.
MARVIN LYNCH
Thanks a lot, Mister Boombox.
More laughter
MARVIN LYNCH (CONT’D)
Yes, and I will keep it short. Wilma has done wonders.
As he speaks, Lynch walks over to a large window.
He views gorgeous Indianapolis from the fortieth floor. Lynch turns around and winks toward Wilma.
MARVIN LYNCH (CONT’D)
And now, she is off to campaign to be one of our two senators. Please join me in giving Wilma the best advice she will ever have.
Lynch looks at Wilma.
MARVIN LYNCH (CONT’D)
Wilma, if you become our senator, don't be a typical politician. Be a honorable human. Best wishes.
WILMA
Thank you, Mr. Lynch. I have a year of campaigning ahead and I will be victorious.
(MORE)
WILMA (CONT’D)
With great respect, it is when, not if, I become your senator.
Laughter all around. Applause from all except Jack Thomas who, grinning from ear to ear, proudly shows two thumbs up.
David Ward steps up to the podium.
DAVID WARD
And I will keep it short as well. I am too polished to call our distinguished senior partner some kind of a jerk as he called me.
Laughter from all but especially loud from Jack Thomas.
DAVID WARD (CONT’D)
We are a diverse company. As I look around, I see every color of the rainbow. Wilma has always accepted and respected us for what we are inside. That's how it should be.
Applause and kudos from all.
DAVID WARD (CONT’D)
My partners and I, all Black men, greatly appreciate the respect we get from Wilma. We know that once we would have announced visitors to her home and served coffee.
More applause.
DAVID WARD (CONT’D)
We love you, Wilma. Be sure to come back and visit. Best of luck. This is for you from all of us.
Ward hands Wilma a gift-wrapped box.
She opens the box and sees expensive jewelry. She tears up.
The party ends an hour later with the employees personally wishing everything good for Wilma.
WILMA
Thank you all so much. I'm looking forward to another utopia. Just like the utopia of working here.
Lights go out.
Everyone leaves.
The enthusiastic chatter is indistinguishable. INT. INDIANAPOLIS CONVENTION CENTER - NIGHT
SUPER: "ONE YEAR LATER"
Banners dominate the large ballroom room. Balloons hang from the ceiling.
A band playing patriotic music stops when Wilma steps up to the microphone.
A jubilant Wilma Riser stands at the lectern as the crowd’s robust applause continues.
Wilma signals for quietness and begins her acceptance speech.
WILMA
Thank you so very much for your support. I am honored to become your next United States senator.
Wilma pauses during a renewed wave of applause.
She smiles when she sees the Wilma Riser for Senator buttons on every lapel in sight.
The applause stops.
WILMA (CONT’D)
You can count on me coming through as I promised during the campaign. So now, it's time to celebrate.
The attendees mingle and share small talk until dawn.
INT. WILMA'S APARTMENT - DAY
As Wilma enters after returning from her acceptance speech, she sees a large piece of paper just inside the door showing only a hand drawn middle finger.
WILMA
Probably just Billy Victor. No big deal.
She squeezes the insult, tosses it in the waste can, readies herself for bed and enjoys a well-needed sleep.
INT. RUSSELL SENATE OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
A man knocks at Wilma's open office door. It is Senator TOMMY TRACKER.
SENATOR TRACKER
Good morning, Senator. I'm Tommy Tracker. I want to welcome you to the United States Senate.
Wilma rises from her chair and walks around her desk. They shake hands.
She motions toward a leather chair.
WILMA
Thank you for coming. Please be seated.
Wilma sizes up the clean-shaven Tracker as he walks to the chair nearest her desk.
Standing about five feet and eight inches, she estimates his weight at a chubby two hundred and fifty pounds.
SENATOR TRACKER
Allow me to tell you about me. I'm in my 33rd year as a senator. Notre Dame alumnus. Medical Doctor and Doctor of Philosophy.
WILMA
Very impressive.
SENATOR TRACKER
Yes. My wife passed away last year. Very beautiful. Very charming. Much like you. I sure do get lonely.
Wilma sees Tracker as a pompous bore.
WILMA
Excuse me, please.
She turns her back to Tracker to conceal her disgust and retrieves a box of tissues from a table. She then returns to face him.
She smiles.
WILMA (CONT’D)
Much like me? You don't know me.
SENATOR TRACKER
I will. Besides, we will see a lot of each other. My office is next to yours. Well, got to go. Meetings, you know.
WILMA
May I tell you about my background?
SENATOR TRACKER
You bet. I hear you are remarkable. We'll use your background as a topic of discussion at a fine restaurant in a few days.
Tracker leaves.
Wilma stares at her desk and shakes her head.
INT. WILMA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Telephone rings.
WILMA
Good evening. This is Wilma.
SENATOR TRACKER (V.O.)
Senator Riser, Tommy Tracker here. I would like you to be my guest for dinner and a stage play Friday.
WILMA
That's very nice of you. Thank you for the invitation but --
SENATOR TRACKER (V.O.)
-- Ah, no buts accepted.
WILMA
Well, I learned many years ago to avoid socializing one-on-one with male work colleagues.
SENATOR TRACKER (V.O.)
Why on Earth would you do that?
WILMA
Doing so often leads to resentment among others in a way that impedes progress. I'm sorry.
SENATOR TRACKER (V.O.)
First-year senators learn very early they have to color between the lines to get along.
Wilma loses interest in the conversation, rolls her eyes, shakes her head, and flips the telephone speaker switch on.
She folds laundry.
She smiles while looking at Wally's picture.
WILMA
Are you threatening me, Senator?
SENATOR TRACKER (V.O.)
No, of course not. I'm sorry I sounded threatening.
WILMA
OK. Again, thank you for calling and thank you for the invitation.
Tracker disconnects with no further comment.
Wilma slowly disconnects while still admiring Wally's picture.
INT. RUSSELL SENATE OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
Wilma unlocks her office door.
Before entering she screams at the sight of two mice eating on her desk.
Tracker hears and rushes in, closes the door and summons help.
The maintenance crew removes the mice and sterilize the room. Tracker leaves.
Wilma returns to work. TRACKER'S OFFICE
Tracker closes the door, raises his arm and pumps his fist above his head.
SENATOR TRACKER
Yeah boy! That'll teach her.
EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. STREET - DAY
As Wilma walks alone after shopping, she is startled by a reflection of a man wearing dark-lens glasses following her.
She recognizes the stalker as Billy Victor.
She attempts to lose Billy by stepping inside a store.
EXT. THE SLEEP PLACE - DAY
Wilma browses about ten minutes while looking for the stalker.
She purchases two large pillows and a queen-size comforter.
Wilma cautiously looks up and down the street and, believing Billy is gone, she leaves the store.
EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY
Wilma window shops ten minutes, expecting to see Billy Victor watching.
She enters a gym for her daily workout.
INT. JIM'S GYM - DAY
About fifteen minutes into her workout, Wilma sees Billy. Her eyebrows raise and her eyes dilate.
He paces the sidewalk, peers in the gym window intermittently during Wilma's entire workout.
As Wilma changes equipment, Billy pretends he doesn't see her.
He turns his back to the gym, reaches inside his coat pocket, takes out a cell phone and places a call.
BILLY
Yeah, she knows I'm tailing her. No, she can't hear me. She is trying to ditch me. Do you want me to take care of her?
SENATOR TRACKER (V.O.)
No, she owes me this. No woman rebuffs me.
BILLY
She's finishing up now. Should be on the street in ten minutes.
SENATOR TRACKER (V.O.)
OK Bill. Good job.
Wilma changes from workout attire to casual attire.
She scans the room, doesn't see Billy and exits the gym.
EXT. THE STREET AT JIM'S GYM - CONTINUOUS
When leaving, she unknowingly walks within six feet of Billy holding a magazine hiding his face from her view as he leans against a light post.
She begins crossing the street. A car peels out from the curb leaving a cloud of smoke from burning rubber.
Wilma screams.
The car is soon out of sight.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
Wilma awakens to the smile of a nurse.
NURSE
You are doing very well. Do you feel any pain?
WILMA
Thank you. No, no pain. Please tell me why I am here.
NURSE
A car struck you as you crossed the street. You were in the crosswalk. A witness said you were walking with the walk light.
WILMA
Now I remember. What is my condition?
NURSE
Vital signs are good. No broken bones. No bruises. Your shopping bag protected you. The doctor will probably release you tomorrow.
WILMA
Were other people hit?
NURSE
Only you. Several witnesses believe you were hit on purpose. The police are investigating.
WILMA
What does the driver say?
NURSE
The driver left the scene. Was a hit-and-run. I'll check on you later. Ring if you need me.
The nurse leaves and greets two uniformed police officers, Hank and Molly.
They enter Wilma's room.
HANK
The nurse tells us you are in good condition, Senator. What can you tell us about the accident?
WILMA
I don't really know what happened other than a car sideswiped me.
HANK
Could you see the car?
WILMA
Not good. I can't describe it. It came from behind. I hardly saw it. I jumped back but not far enough. I was busy protecting myself.
MOLLY
We have reason to believe the act was intentional. Do you have any enemies that could have done this?
WILMA
As a politician, I have had many disagreements. But with nobody that would do this.
Wilma's facial expression suggests otherwise.
WILMA (CONT’D)
Well, Senator Tommy Tracker has been quite caustic since I refused a social invitation from him five years ago. Even now, he never lets up.
MOLLY
Anybody else?
WILMA
Yes. Billy Victor, the newsman. He has been harassing me since high school.
Molly makes notes in a small notepad.
HANK
Thank you, Senator. We'll investigate further and be in touch as needed.
Thank you.
WILMA
Hank and Molly smile and leave.
INT. WILMA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT BEDROOM
Wilma awakes from a sound sleep at the sound of a knock at the apartment door.
She throws on a robe and enters the LIVING ROOM
where she finds a typewritten note inserted under the door. She reads the note.
"Wilma, look over your shoulder everywhere you go. I'm always nearby."
She spends a restless night upright in a chair trying to watch television.
EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. SIDEWALK CAFÉ - DAY
Wilma and colleague, DONNA JEANNE MARION, begin discussing senatorial issues.
Wilma suddenly interrupts with an uncharacteristic outburst.
WILMA
It has to stop!
She bangs her fist on the table.
WILMA (CONT’D)
I'm sorry. But I have to know. I’ve been stalked night and day. All the men senators hate me. What's going on?
DONNA JEANNE
They resent those who show them up. You do that with class.
Donna Jeanne waves to a colleague, BARBARA, who waves back.
DONNA JEANNE (CONT’D)
Hi Barbara.
Barbara approaches.
DONNA JEANNE (CONT’D)
Barbara, this is Senator Wilma Riser.
Wilma and Barbara exchange pleasantries.
BARBARA
I’ve heard about you, Wilma.
Barbara quickly looks at Donna Jeanne.
DONNA JEANNE
How is everything on your side of the aisle, Barbara?
BARBARA
Just another day in paradise. Tracker is riding with a burr on the saddle. Complaining about some woman.
Wilma looks at Donna Jeanne
DONNA JEANNE
Oh?
BARBARA
You don't want to know. Wilma looks at Donna Jeanne again.
BARBARA (CONT’D)
Well, I better get back.
Barbara smiles at Wilma and leaves.
DONNA JEANNE
So, Senator Tracker has a burr on the saddle. Something to do with a woman.
WILMA
Probably about me. That might be her way of sending me a veiled warning.
DONNA JEANNE
Does Tracker have a reason to think of you in bad light?
WILMA
No, but I think he believes he does. Senator Tracker pesters me nonstop. So does Billy Victor, the newsman.
DONNA JEANNE
You're not alone with Tracker. We all avoid him when we can. Everyone calls him Senator Tactless. What about Billy Victor?
WILMA
He is a childhood acquaintance. It's interesting. Both he and Tracker tried to date me. I turned both away.
Donna Jeanne's face shows surprise.
WILMA (CONT’D)
One male senator told me I'm the only woman he knows that doesn't know which fork to use. Have I met my Waterloo?
DONNA JEANNE
Probably not. You are proper and professional. Your approval ratings have always been high.
WILMA
Everyone is so vicious. When I ask what would Jesus do, others ask what would John Gotti do.
DONNA JEANNE
Do you know the big thing peers resent about you?
WILMA
No. Tell me.
DONNA JEANNE
your
To them, you come across goody-goody.
WILMA
as a rich
Why?
DONNA JEANNE
Jealously. You are a wholesome achieving woman. Men don't like women one-upping them.
WILMA
What should I do?
DONNA JEANNE
Stay just as you are. They your work has merit.
know
Donna Jeanne starts to talk but hesitates.
WILMA
Go on.
DONNA JEANNE
The men still laugh about Tracker telling you it would be easier for you to urinate up a rope than drain the swamp.
WILMA
Well, the swamp needs draining. Most members think Congress is for their personal enrichment. Not for the people's enrichment.
Wilma emphasizes slowly.
the word personal while shaking her head
Donna Jeanne looks at the check and takes money from her purse.
WILMA (CONT’D)
Anything else I should know?
DONNA JEANNE
Yes. Billy Victor. Be careful. He and Tracker are as thick as thieves.
WILMA
I wish I knew why. Then, maybe I could fix things. Does anyone know why?
DONNA JEANNE
I don't know but let me guess. They might think if they can't have you, nobody can.
Wilma's facial expression clearly show impending defeat.
DONNA JEANNE (CONT’D)
They have most of the men senators calling you the rich bitch.
WILMA
Excuse me. I want to think.
Wilma steps a few feet from their table. Donna Jeanne watches.
Wilma dabs her eyes with a tissue.
As Wilma returns, Donna Jeanne shakes her head and dabs her eyes too.
DONNA JEANNE
Victor looks for dirt on you. He only gets made-up stories. He knows it but prints them anyway.
Wilma drums her fingers on the table while Donna Jeanne talks.
DONNA JEANNE (CONT’D)
People love reading about shady politicians you know. Victor milks it for all it's worth.
WILMA
How does he keep his job?
DONNA JEANNE
He kisses up to his boss.
WILMA
It figures.
DONNA JEANNE
Also, many around here believe he has an underworld connection which might intimidate his boss.
WILMA
Thank you for telling me what others won't.
As they leave, Donna Jeanne gives up talking to the spaced- out Wilma.
She attempts humor by waving her hand across Wilma's face.
DONNA JEANNE
Hey, are you in there?
Wilma doesn't reply.
EXT. STEPS OF THE U.S. CAPITOL - DAY
Speaking to large number of television personalities and a small number of curious passersby, Wilma shocks the country.
WILMA
When I came here, I wanted so much to make the United States a better place. I failed.
Media personnel, with writing tools in hand, quickly turn on recorders.
WILMA (CONT’D)
I am extremely discouraged and ashamed of the deception used by the House and Senate members.
The growing number of curious passersby gasp in unison when hearing a high-ranking public official publicly trash all colleagues.
Wilma then denigrates the people.
WILMA (CONT’D)
And to the voters, I ask for what do you use your heads? Hat racks? You elect the scummiest to represent you.
Wilma senses crowd anger building to a fever pitch. She takes a deep breath.
WILMA (CONT’D)
I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to help return the country to what the founders envisioned.
Wilma fields streams of invectives.
WILMA (CONT’D)
You people and your elected officials are mere pimples on the butt of progress.
People spit on her.
She uses a tissue to clean her face and arms, composes herself and attempts to finish.
WILMA (CONT’D)
A few minutes ago, I submitted my resignation letter, effective today. I will continue working hard from the outside to make a difference.
People storm the steps to have at it with her.
Capitol police officers rush to rescue her, they place barricades separating her and the spectators.
WILMA (CONT’D)
I will provide a way for the people to come together in the spirit of one for all and all for one.
Wilma becomes rattled.
With trembling hands, a shaky voice, and a red face, she manages to finish.
WILMA (CONT’D)
I've been stalked. I've been harassed day and night. I've been hit by a car, a hit the police say was intentional.
Spectators throw personal items at Wilma.
WILMA (CONT’D)
I have a plan and this time I will not fail to achieve my goal. This is not the end of me.
A woman throws an orange, hitting her left elbow.
WILMA (CONT’D)
I've been called all the spiteful names imaginable. Even a bitch.
The angry crowd continues its out-of-control tongue-lashing.
WILMA (CONT’D)
Believe me, I have much more work to do. In the words of my hero, the famous General Douglas MacArthur, I shall return.
With a raised voice, Wilma concludes.
WILMA (CONT’D)
I will make a difference. Mark my words. If I must wear the name, I’ll play the game!
She storms off not looking back.
Reporters clamor with unanswered questions.
INT. THE WASHINGTON NEWS OFFICE - DAY
At the farthest corner of a large room, Billy Victor bangs on a keyboard inside a
TRASHY CUBICAL
A dusty photo of Wilma with a hand drawn middle finger pointing to her nose hangs crookedly on the wall.
Billy hands an article about Wilma's resignation address to his boss, CASH TUBBS.
TUBBS
Sure you want us to go with this?
BILLY
You bet. Why not?
TUBBS
Suggesting she is a lesbian because she never married? The country is long past such bullshit ideas.
Tubbs hands the article back to Billy.
TUBBS (CONT’D)
We'll lose all our readers. Change it.
Billy changes the wording, pulls the revised copy from the printer and hands it to TUBBS.
BILLY
How's this?
TUBBS
Damn you. You have never genuinely praised her. Do it this one time. You seem to have a personal grudge against your childhood chum.
Tubbs leans into Billy's face, rips the article, tosses it on the floor.
Tubbs leaves Billy's cubical in a profanity rage.
Heads pop up over cubicles. Many smile. Some laugh. Most shake their heads.
A man, nicknamed TROUBLE, raises his fist above his head as a symbol of victory.
TROUBLE
Right on, boss. We're on your side. Hot dog. Life is good.
INT. THE WASHINGTON NEWS OFFICE - DAY CASH TUBBS’ OFFICE
Billy and Tubbs sit at opposite sides of Tubbs’ desk facing each other.
TUBBS
Mister Victor, I am letting you go on your goddamned way.
Billy becomes angry with visible hostility brewing.
TUBBS (CONT’D)
You have put more effort into trashing Wilma Riser than you have to satisfying me and to serving our readers.
Billy stands and slams his chair against the wall.
TUBBS (CONT’D)
You can pick up your final paycheck tomorrow at Human Resources. But, for now, pack your personal belongings and leave.
Billy refuses to leave.
BILLY
I'll call my friends. You won't be the tough guy with them. They break bones, you know.
Tubbs jerks his right thumb up hitchhiking style.
TUBBS
Your underworld cronies be damned. Up in five seconds or I'll have security cart your broken bones out of here.
Tubbs presses a button inside his desk drawer.
Security responds quickly and escorts Billy out of the building.
INT. WILMA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
While packing to leave Washington and head back to Indianapolis, television news presenter JOHNNY ONSPOT distracts Wilma.
She stops packing and watches.
JOHNNY ONSPOT
Today, four days after Wilma Riser resigned from her senatorial position, she has not been seen in public. Police suspect foul play.
Wilma gasps.
JOHNNY ONSPOT (CONT’D)
In a possible related manner, the body of Senator Tommy Tracker was found today in his Washington apartment.
Wilma screams and staggers to her sofa.
JOHNNY ONSPOT (CONT’D)
Early reports from the police indicate the senator died from a self-inflicted gunshot.
Wilma reaches for Wally Downey's picture.
WILMA
I wish you were with me, Wally.
JOHNNY ONSPOT
The senator left a handwritten note expressing deep remorse about attempting to kill Senator Wilma Riser with his car.
Telephone rings.
Yes.
WILMA
An UNIDENTIFIED MAN responds.
UNIDENTIFIED MAN (V.O.)
Have you heard about Tommy?
WILMA
Senator Tracker?
UNIDENTIFIED MAN (V.O.)
Uh-huh.
WILMA
FLASHBACK
Yes, I heard. Who are you?
UNIDENTIFIED MAN (V.O.)
Doesn't matter. He was my best friend. I've known you and have followed you for years. Here is a warning. Someday, I'll get you.
Until then --
WILMA
-- Tell me who are or I'll hang up and call the police.
UNIDENTIFIED MAN (V.O.)
Until then, I'll follow you wherever you go. You won't know me. My disguises are foolproof. I promise to get your pompous Mensan ass.
INT. THE STOCKYARD RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Wilma looks up startled. She recognizes the right eye patch before realizing it is Billy Victor.
WILMA
My gosh! Billy. Billy Victor. It has been years. How have you been?
BILLY
I've been fine. Congratulations on your many achievements. Let's step over there. I want to talk to you.
Wilma and Billy walk a few steps from the Riser table.
BILLY (CONT’D)
I just want to tell you I will get your pompous Mensan ass someday for giving me the cold shoulder all those years growing up. And, don't you forget it!
WILMA
Billy, you should be --
BILLY
-- I have a long memory.
Billy walks off in a huff.
Unperturbed, Wilma returns to the table. BACK TO SCENE
WILMA
I know who you are. Only one person has ever called me a pompous Mensan. You are Billy Victor. You have been stalking me, haven't you? Billy? Billy? Billy?
Caller disconnects.
INT. WILMA'S APARTMENT - DAY
Wilma eats breakfast while packing for an upcoming flight. She hears a familiar voice while watching the television.
JOHNNY ONSPOT
We have learned Billy Victor, the newsman assigned to cover the events of our U.S. Congress, has not been seen in public since leaving The Washington News.
Shocked, Wilma spills hot tea on her toast.
She cleans the tea from the table, and tosses the toast in the trash.
JOHNNY ONSPOT (CONT’D)
Because Victor has been critical of the missing Wilma Riser and is a friend of the deceased Senator Tommy Tracker, the speculation is these events are darkly connected.
Wilma picks up her newly acquired dog, ZEUS. Wilma kisses Zeus.
She places a call to her travel agent, NORA BROWN.
NORA (V.O.)
Quick Travel. How may I help you?
WILMA
Hi. This is Wilma Riser. Please cancel my trip to Indianapolis today. My plans changed.
NORA (VO)
OK. Ms Riser. All taken care of.
WILMA
Thank you.
She places a call to a friend named EDDIE.
WILMA (CONT’D)
Hi, Eddie. Can you fix me to travel throughout the world incognito for two years? No questions asked?
EDDIE
Sure. I have enough of your personal information that I can take care of it yet today.
WILMA
Than you. You are my hero.
INT. RONALD REAGAN WASHINGTON NATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY
Two people, Wilma and EDDIE stand at the coffee shop entrance.
EDDIE
Here are all the documents you need to travel the world without being apprehended. You are travelling as Myra James. Your flight leaves in four hours. Then you can relax.
WILMA
What about Wilma Riser?
EDDIE
Your friends in high places are leaking the word right now that you have committed suicide and are deep in the Gulf of Mexico.
WILMA
Thank you so much.
Wilma plants a smacker on the Eddie’s cheek
INT. AIRCRAFT - DAY
Wilma takes her first-class seat next to a man.
A U.S. ARMY STAFF SERGEANT spots the man seated next to Wilma.
SERGEANT
Good Morning, Major Downey.
The man seated next to Wilma, wearing civilian clothing, nods.
EXT. SUBURBAN INDIANAPOLIS AIRPORT - DAY
Deputy Sheriff CHARLEY SMALL approaches Wilmer washing his plane.
CHARLEY
Gotta ask some questions about Wilma. Everyone is looking for her. Where is she?
WILMER
(Sarcastically)
Somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico.
CHARLEY
You best level with me Wilmer. Don't be the same wise guy you were in high school.
WILMER
OK. I'm different than I was during my troublemaking high school days.
CHARLEY
Ha. Rumor is you are a hired killer and run drugs from South America.
Yeah boy. That's different.
WILMER
Not so. I'm a business consultant specializing in computer fraud. I travel all over the country.
CHARLEY
Don’t give me that bullshit?
WILMER
I'm an expert in solving complex communication systems hacking.
Check it out.
CHARLEY
Anyway, tell me all you know about Wilma.
Wilmer shows his unique sideways grin.
WILMER
She was gone without a trail after she told us all to stick it.
CHARLEY
That's not what I want to hear.
WILMER
I don't give a good goddamn what you want.
Looking more like an over-the-hill rent-a-cop than a carefully chosen deputy, Charley scribbles on a tobacco stained notepad.
WILMER (CONT’D)
Could be that perverted politician had her killed and dumped in the Gulf of Mexico before shooting himself. That's what I hear over the backyard fence.
CHARLEY
(mocks Wilmer's grin) Bullshit, you are her only known living blood relative. You know more than anyone else.
Wilmer shrugs his shoulders and resumes washing his plane.
CHARLEY (CONT’D)
OK, have it your way while you can.
WILMER
While I can? What's that supposed to mean?
CHARLEY
The FBI is in town. The boys asked us what we know. They will be around to see you. Guaranteed.
Frustrated, Charley throws up both arms, drops his notepad, picks it up, spits a pressurized stream of tobacco juice between his teeth, and leaves in anger.
Wilmer watches Charley, cups his hands around his mouth, and lets loose with a loud guffaw.
WILMER
See you in church, Hoss.
Wilmer raises a can of German beer while laughing to further frustrate Charley.
He resumes polishing the left engine nacelle of his immaculate Cessna Citation.
INT. CONRAD BORA BORA NUI - DAY
Super: “Bora Bora, French Polynesia” WILMA’S ROOM
Telephone rings. Wilma holding Zeus.
WILMA
Hello. This is Wilma.
BILLY
I know who you are.
WILMA
Who are you?
BILLY
I’m your old high school buddy. You know. The one you shit canned.
WILMA
Billy Victor? Where are you. How did you know I’m here?
BILLY
I always know where you are. I’ll always be just a few steps behind you. Don’t look over your shoulder because you won’t see me. My disguises are foolproof.
WILMA
Why do you stalk me after all these years?
BILLY
I’m wearing you down psychologically. Wanna know why?
WILMA
Yes, why?
BILLY
I lost my job because of you. It’s your fault. Give me enough time and I’ll drive you to putting a bullet in your head.
WILMA
I’m calling the police.
BILLY
In a pigs eye. They are looking for you all over the world. They don’t believe that Gulf of Mexico story. They don’t believe it a tall.
WILMA
I don’t believe a word of what you say. You are probably calling from some dingy bar in Washington.
BILLY
Ha. Look out from your window. See anybody you know? Look for a man next to the ice cream vendor.
Wilma looks and sees a man of Billy’s size wearing dark glasses waving.
BILLY (CONT’D)
You better spend as much of the little time you have left enjoying that little dog and your paratrooper husband.
INT. MUSEUM - DAY Super: "NAPLES, ITALY” ARTWORK DISPLAYS
Wilma and Wally stroll each of the floors holding hands. They point and comment about various pieces of art.
A well dressed man wearing sunglasses appears to view the artwork while watching Wilma and Wally.
Wilma and Wally leave. The unnoticed man follows them. RESTAURANT
The hostess seats Wilma and Wally at a table.
Minutes later, the hostess seats a man at a table next to Wally and Wilma.
Wilma recognizes the man seated at the next table. It's Billy Victor. Her jaw drops. She cups her hand around her mouth and whispers.
WILMA
Oh, my gosh. It's Billy Victor.
WALLY
The stalker?
WILMA
Yes.
WALLY
Four thousand miles from home?
WILMA
Yes. I saw him in Paris too I didn't recognize him then. And just this morning he called me on my room phone. He waved as I watched from the picture window. It’s him.
WALLY
(Jokingly)
He must really like you. Should I worry about him stealing you away from me?
WILMA
No. I used to think he is harmless but now I wonder.
(MORE)
WILMA (CONT’D)
Back home, he was just a nuisance. But, now I wonder if I should worry. He was very threatening.
WALLY
Do you want me to talk to him?
WILMA
No, I don't want to risk the government learning about me.
WALLY
Good point.
WILMA
I want the government to think I am dead so I won't be nabbed at some boarding gate and taken to the pokey. But, I’m so mad with anger right now, that I don’t care.
The three, Wilma, Wally and Billy arrive at the counter at the same time to pay their bills.
FLASHBACK
INT. PARENT'S HOME - EVENING DINING ROOM
WILMER
Whatever. With your black belt know- how, you should have shoved a knee into somebody's undercarriage.
BACK TO SCENE
Billy pays first, turns to leave and finds himself looking squarely into Wilma’s eyes while Wally steps to the counter to pay.
The always modest Wilma immodestly raises her skirt to her waist and, quicker than the speed of light, rams her knee into Billy’s groin, and lowers her skirt.
Wilma and Wally, among may others, hear Billy’s piercing cry from pain. Billy, with labored breathing, can only speak with broken words.
BILLY
Godamn you, Bitch. Forget what I said earlier.
(MORE)
BILLY (CONT’D)
By Jesus Christ, I will personally put a bullet in your head. That’s a threat.
Wilma looks at Wally.
WILMA
I changed my mind. Let the government think what it wants. Let’s go.
FADE TO BLACK.
SUPER: "TWO YEARS LATER."
FADE IN:
INT. JORGE CHÁVEZ INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT LIMA, PERU - DAY
Wilma and Wally embrace near the ticket counter.
WILMA
Thank you for the wonderful time, Wally. I loved visiting all those places around the world. Memories of those cruises will always stay with me too.
WALLY
You are welcome. It has been wonderful for me too. Remember, I'm always on your side. You were always too good of a person for living the life of a politician.
They kiss.
Wilma walks toward her gate.
A flight attendant escorts Billy Victor, disguised as a shaggy dressed blind traveler, to his seat at the rear of the plane.
Wilma and Wally wave goodbye just before losing sight of each other.
Wilma's plane lifts off the runway.
EXT. PHOENIX SKY HARBOR INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY
Wilma's plane sets down on the runway and taxis to the arrival gate.
Wilma sees Wilmer.
They greet each other, load her luggage in a car and drive away.
Unnoticed, Billy Victor records identifying information of the car Wilma and Wilmer drive.
PARKING LOT
Billy hot wires the ignition of an older model red pickup truck. He drives around looking for the Risers, finds them and follows.
INT. ALONG A HIGHWAY - DAY
PAPPY, a Phoenix radio personality captures the attention of Wilma and Wilmer.
PAPPY (V.O.)
We have just received word that the search for former U.S. Senator Wilma Riser has ended.
Wilmer ups the volume.
PAPPY (V.O.)
With no new leads and with only unfounded rumors, authorities said today her remains are believed to be in the Gulf of Mexico.
In silence, Wilma and Wilmer glance at each other. Thumbs up by each.
They pull into a burger joint parking spot.
Unobserved by Wilma and Wally, Billy Victor parks the red truck across the street.
INT. EATUP FAST FOOD JOINT - DAY
Wilma and Wilmer sit at a table with coffee, burgers, and fries.
Facing a mirror, Wilmer sees a PROWLER around Wilma's car.
Excuse | WILMER me. I'll be | right | back. | |||||||||||||
From | her | seat, | Wilma | watches | Wilmer | in | the | |||||||||
PARKING | LOT | |||||||||||||||
Wilmer | sees | the | man | crawling | under | Wilma's | car. | |||||||||
As Wilmer closes in and looks under pepper spray from an aerosol can. | the | car, | PROWLER | releases | ||||||||||||
That'll | PROWLER teach you, | dipshit. | ||||||||||||||
Prowler | runs. | |||||||||||||||
Wilmer | recovers | his | eyesight | and | returns | to | Wilma | in | the | |||||||
DINING | ROOM | |||||||||||||||
What's | WILMA that all about? | |||||||||||||||
WILMER Some man prowling around your car. Don't know who. Got away. I pulled his eye patch and saw he has no right eye. | ||||||||||||||||
WILMA Huh? That's Billy Victor. Remember? He was hit hard by a baseball in the eighth grade and lost his eye. | ||||||||||||||||
Yeah. | I | WILMER remember. | Served | him | right. | |||||||||||
WILMA He is still after me. Only God knows my hatred for him. He stalked Wally and I two years. Didn’t say anything. Didn’t do anything. Just stalked. | ||||||||||||||||
WILMER Still after you? After years? Why? | all | these | ||||||||||||||
I don't since I | WILMA know. He left the | has stalked senate. | me | |||||||||||||
WILMER
(jokingly)
He still loves you. Wants to marry you.
WILMA
No. He just wants to harass me. Drive me insane. He made up stories about me and circulated them to my collogues. All lies.
Wilma looks at Wilmer.
WILMA (CONT’D)
He didn't just go to Washington like everybody else. His grudge took him there. As an adult, he never had good feelings toward me. Only a deep-seated hate.
INT. ALONG THE HIGHWAY - DAY
WILMER
Your new home is 15 miles from Clyde. Quite a project too. Glad you asked me to develop it.
WILMA
While I was travelling the world, you were working for me. You are a swell brother.
WILMER
You’ll love it. All upscale too. It’s 8,000 square foot underground structure with luxury you won't believe. In the middle of three square miles too.
Wilmer hesitates. His facial expression concerns Wilma.
WILMA
Something wrong?
WILMER
Maybe. You won't like what I say next.
WILMA
You better tell me. I don't want surprises.
Wilmer glances at Zeus.
WILMER
OK. Better let me take your dog. Someone might recognize him as Wilma Riser's.
WILMA
Never. Only in death will we part.
WILMER
OK. Whatever. By the way, use the name GERTIE ANDERSON from this day forward.
WILMA
Gertie? Why? I like Myra James better.
WILMER
No, use Gertie. A name you haven't used is safer.
EXT. WILMA'S PROPERTY - DAY
They drive through the one-mile lighted tunnel with a hidden entrance and into Wilma's bunker garage.
A graveled road leading to Wilma's dwelling runs above ground and parallel to the tunnel.
The sight of a rusted-out fifty-year-old flatbed truck alongside an ugly double-wide appalls Wilma.
WILMA
Is this what I thanked you for? You said I would be living in an upscale home.
WILMER
Relax, relax dear sister. What you see is a deception. We want people to think you are dirt poor.
Remember? Inside you will see luxury like you have never seen.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE DOUBLE-WIDE - DAY
WILMER
Just what you want. You can live incognito until the cows come home. Like?
Wilma views as much of the three-square miles as the eyes allow.
WILMA
Sure do. Let's go inside. I want to see for myself if it is as upscale as you say.
INT. DOUBLE WIDE INTERIOR - DAY
They enter. Using a handheld remote control, Wilmer exposes a hidden elevator.
They descend one level.
WILMER
Use the elevator if you need to get upstairs quickly. Like answering the door. Otherwise, use the garage for coming and going.
They exit the elevator in the LIVING QUARTERS
where Wilmer leads Wilma through the well-furnished house except for one room. Then, that room. The
COMMAND CENTER
WILMER (CONT’D)
This is the command center. Equipped with state-of-the-art electronics. You can view every square inch of your 1,940 acres with the wall-mounted monitors.
WILMA
I'm impressed.
WILMER
I'll give you the grand tour later. Property bills are not your responsibility. Call me if you need maintenance.
WILMA
You really did well.
WILMER
Remember, play the part of the eccentric woman who can't find her butt with both hands.
Laughter from Wilma.
WILMA
That's not me, but whatever you say.
WILMER
With your fertile mind, nobody will connect you with anything nefarious. Not even the FBI.
WILMA
You are a swell brother. Tomorrow we will get down to business. I have some ideas. Gotta keep my promise, you know.
WILMER
Promise? What promise?
WILMA
My promise to the people. To make a difference.
WILMER
Let's.
EXT. DOUBLE WIDE PORCH - DAY
Wilma with iced tea, Zeus with water, and Wilmer with a mixed drink.
WILMER
Shoot sister.
Wilma gives Wilmer an overview of her vicious plan.
WILMA
Here is what I want to do.
She looks at Wilmer. His smile says it all.
WILMER
Suits me. I want to blow up the swamp as much as you.It's getting dark I'm going home now.
WILMA
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
Want me to drive you to your plane?
WILMER
No. I'll hitchhike.
Wilmer puts a latex glove on each hand.
WILMA
Why the gloves?
WILMER
I wear them when I don't know who I'll see. Leave no prints. Good protection, you know.
WILMA
I suppose so.
EXT. ON THE ROAD - NIGHT
Wilmer, standing on the road, sees a stopped pickup truck. He makes out a raised hood against the moonlit background. The driver closes the hood.
He gets in the truck and speeds toward Wilmer.
The red pickup screeches to a halt slightly beyond Wilmer and backs up.
TRUCK DRIVER
Where to?
WILMER
Clyde airport. Drop me off anywhere in town if that works for you.
Wilmer sees what looks like a patch covering the driver's right eye.
TRUCK DRIVER
Sure thing. I'm headed to Clyde. I'll take you to the airport. Toss your stuff in the back.
INT. RED PICKUP TRUCK - NIGHT
Wilmer holds the Glock in his jacket's right pocket.
TRUCK DRIVER
What's with the gloves?
Wilmer gives the driver a what's-it-to-you look.
WILMER
I pick my nose and scratch my privates a lot. Don't want to get my fingers messy.
Driver squints his eye and gives Wilmer a sorry-I-asked look.
WILMER (CONT’D)
I'm surprised you picked me up. I could be a hitman.
TRUCK DRIVER
Naw. No hit man. Just like that old joke. It's unlikely two hitmen would be in the same truck.
The driver laughs with gusto. Wilmer looks worried.
The mileage sign shows Clyde 14 miles.
TRUCK DRIVER (CONT’D)
On second thought, maybe I am.
The driver pulls a handgun from inside his jacket. Points it squarely at Wilmer's face.
Wilmer disarms the driver with a karate-like chop. The driver brakes the truck to a stop.
Wilmer slams three quick dynamite punches in the driver's face.
WILMER
I'm going to be here with questions 'til you breath your last. Who are you?
Driver gasps with labored breathing.
WILMER (CONT’D)
Talk asswipe. Who are you?
TRUCK DRIVER
I forget.
Driver's labored breathing worsens.
WILMER
Why are you here?
To off
TRUCK DRIVER
your sister.
WILMER
Why? What's your name?
TRUCK DRIVER
I forget.
Wilmer coldcocks driver. The driver passes out.
Wilmer waits a minute or two. Driver regains consciousness.
WILMER
We're going through this until talk or die. On a scale of one ten, how do you feel?
TRUCK DRIVER
you to
Go to All I
hell. I don't have to talk. have to do is breath and die.
WILMER
Have it your way. One last question before you meet the grim reaper.
How did you find me?
TRUCK DRIVER
You are one dumb careless bitch. You'll never know.
WILMER
OK. That's it.
EXT. ROADSIDE - NIGHT
son of a
Wilmer yanks the eye patch off the drivers head, sees a empty eye socket.
WILMER
Well, hello Mr. Victor. Are here to propose to Wilma?
Wilmer doesn't wait for a reply.
you
He drags Victor from the his heavy cowboy boot on
truck, repeatedly stomps Victor's head.
the heel of
Using Victor's gun, Wilmer puts two bullets in Victor's head, one in the right eye socket.
He wraps Victor in a tarpaulin from the truck bed. He tosses the body in the bed of the truck.
He talks to the corpse.
WILMER (CONT’D)
Who is the careless dumb son of a bitch now?
A train's diesel horn sounds not far away.
WILMER (CONT’D)
Let's head to the train, pal.
EXT. THE TRACKS - NIGHT
Wilmer drives the truck across the railroad tracks and stops near the tracks.
He drags Victor's body to shrubbery next to the tracks and out of the train crew's view.
WILMER
OK, friend. They will have to use dental records to identify your sorry ass.
Just as the train reaches the highway intersection, Wilmer tosses Victor in front of the engine.
Wilmer salutes toward the train engine.
WILMER (CONT’D)
Thank you, guys.
INT. THE DIESEL ENGINE - NIGHT
ENGINEER
Jesus Christ and Babe Ruth. What's that?
The engineer quickly brakes to a jolting stop and locks the brakes.
The engineer and crew members bolt from the train. Wilmer sprints to the red truck.
EXT. RAILROAD TRACK BED - NIGHT
The crew sprints back to the point of impact. They see only blood and shattered bones.
ENGINEER
Somebody didn’t like him or her. There is nothing we can do. I’ll report this to our dispatcher.
INT. RED PICKUP TRUCK - NIGHT
Wilmer drives to Clyde.
About five miles before reaching Clyde, oncoming police cars, sporting flashing red and blue lights and with sirens blaring, pass Wilmer.
EXT. MOTEL PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Wilmer ditches the latex gloves and puts on another pair. He takes his luggage along with the truck license plate.
He walks about fifty feet to a pay phone and calls for a taxi.
INT. TAXI - NIGHT
Wilmer opens the back door, hops in and greets the CABBIE.
WILMER
Take me to the airport please.
CABBIE
Sure will, friend.
EXT. CLYDE AIRPORT RAMP - NIGHT
When performing a thorough preflight, a surprised Wilmer finds an exterior-mounted tracking device under the plane's baggage compartment.
He disables the device and tosses it into the plane. He pulls on fresh gloves.
INT. TAXI - NIGHT
Wilmer sees the same driver who drove him to the airport. He slides into the back seat.
CABBIE
Where to friend?
WILMER
The Happy Night Motel.
CABBIE
You got it. Hey, didn't I just bring you to the airport?
WILMER
Yeah, forgot something.
CABBIE
Know why I remembered you?
WILMER
Why? Small tip. Oh.
CABBIE WILMER
EXT. MOTEL PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Wilmer pays the driver without a tip.
CABBIE
Hey, what did I just teach you?
WILMER
To tip big. You taught but I didn't learn.
Cabbie stares at Wilmer, mutters something unintelligible.
WILMER (CONT’D)
Here's your tip.
Wilmer gives the cabbie a middle finger salute. Wilmer opens the familiar red pickup truck door. He throws his luggage in the truck bed.
He reinstalls the license plate. He hops in and drives off.
EXT. WILMA'S PATIO - NIGHT
Wilmer knocks loud on the door. Zeus barks.
Coyotes howl.
A sleepy Wilma views the front door via a camera. She opens the door.
WILMA
What in God's name --
WILMER
-- Forget God. Get a flashlight and your car keys. Follow me.
INT. BUNKER GARAGE - NIGHT
Wilmer finds a tracker mounted under the car.
WILMER
Now I know how he did it.
Wilmer disables the device.
WILMA
Did what?
WILMER
Found me.
WILMA
You got me up from a sound sleep with this cock-and-bull story. You owe me an explanation. Big time.
WILMER
I found a tracking device on my plane. That guy at the EatUp fast food joint must have put this tracking device on your car.
WILMA
Is there more you want to tell me?
WILMER
Yeah. My guess is I was tracked from home to the Clyde airport and then we were tracked to your place.
WILMA
How did someone get to your plane and put the tracker on it?
WILMER
Don't know. Someone probably walked to the plane on the ramp and did the job. No security during the day.
WILMA
You got me out of a sound sleep. There is more to this. You owe me an explanation.
WILMER
The driver was Billy Victor, He intended to kill you. I killed him. Threw him in front of a fast moving freight train.
WILMA
This is good news. Calls for a celebration.
WILMER
Some other time. I'm tired.
WILMA
Me too. What about my plane? Is it trackable?
WILMER
You're good. Nobody knows about your plane. It's still in Orlando for your requested customization. Here, take my Glock. You might need it.
WILMA
What will you do without it? You might need it too.
WILMER
I'll be fine.
EXT. ROADWAY - NIGHT
A five-mile marker points to the Clyde airport.
Wilmer thoroughly wipes all traces of his being at the truck.
He gathers his belongings and the truck license plate, abandons the truck and walks to the airport.
EXT. CLYDE AIRPORT RAMP - NIGHT
Wilmer climbs into the cockpit, taxies to the runway, speeds down the runway and departs.
EXT. ORLANDO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT RAMP - DAY
Wilma accepts delivery of her customized twin-engine Citation from the Cessna dealer, JULES GRAY.
GRAY
Here are the ownership papers and the keys. You got the best of the best. Happy flying.
Wilmer arrives and parks his identical Cessna next to Wilma's.
WILMA
Got something I want you to see, brother.
She proudly shows Zeus' custom-made bathroom inside her plane.
Wilmer rolls his eyes when viewing the doggie door, artificial green grass and yellow fire hydrant.
Like it?
Yeah boy.
WILMA (CONT’D) WILMER
Wilmer turns his head to conceal his facial expression.
INT. HOTEL DINING ROOM - EVENING
They discuss details of Wilma's plans over a tasty meal of loin of lamb and all the trimmings.
WILMA
OK. Tell me the rest about Billy.
WILMER
of the story
He faked a broken-down truck. My guess is he waited for me to leave your place. Maybe he would have gone back for you after he offed me.
WILMA
He could have driven to my quarters and taken us both. Why didn't he?
WILMER
Probably feared what he would encounter so far from the highway.
WILMA
How did bothers
he know where me.
WILMER
I live? That
He didn't at first. I now know it was him I saw prowling around your car at the burger joint.
WILMA
Sure?
WILMER
Yes. He put a tracking device on your car and followed us to your home.
Ok. Here about
WILMA
is what I came to talk
FADE TO BLACK.
Wilma presents the details of her plan.
WILMA (CONT’D)
FADE IN:
Are you game?
WILMER
If you are sure you want this, I'll help. I can arrange for everything to be in place in one month.
WILMA
Are you sure? How will you do that?
WILMER
Money and threats. A million dollars cash to each participant and death to all participants and their families if word leaks from any source.
EXT. ORLANDO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT RAMP - DAY
WILMER
This has been a good trip.
Wilmer hands Wilma a cell phone.
WILMER (CONT’D)
We will only use burner phones. Repeat what I just said.
WILMA
We will only use burner phones.
WILMER
Don't get careless with it. The law can trace burners to the purchaser. Stay with it joined at your hip.
WILMA
I'll be careful.
WILMER
Good. I'm heading home.
EXT. U.S. CAPITOL - DAY SUPER: "WASHINGTON D.C."
A violent explosion disrupts the normal activities of businesses and residences.
News helicopters circle the damage. SERIES OF SHOTS - DAMAGE
-- Smoldering Capitol building completely demolished
-- Uncounted number of overturned vehicles
-- Hundreds of bodies lying in the street
-- Towering dust
-- First responders in action
INT. WWPH TELEVISION NEWS STUDIO - DAY
Newsman Jay Anders reports from the anchor desk.
JAY ANDERS
At 11 am, the District of Columbia was shaken. Our nation's Capitol building was completely destroyed with all members of the House and Senate present for a historic vote.
An employee hands Anders a document.
JAY ANDERS (CONT’D)
Authorities are investigating nonstop, assuming foreign terrorists are responsible.
Another employee hands Anders a document.
JAY ANDERS (CONT’D)
And, we now have learned media outlets in Atlanta and New York have also been destroyed. Stay tuned for more developments.
INT. WHITE HOUSE - DAY OVAL OFFICE
United States President Joel Nogo sits as his desk, without his usual smile for the cameras, and addresses the people of the United States.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
As we recover from the heinous destruction of the Capitol and three media outlets, we believe the terrorists have more destruction planned.
The President glances at his prepared speech, removes his glasses.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO (CONT’D)
Today, I ordered our military leaders to place all military members based in the United States on ready alert.
An image of four United States fighter aircraft is displayed on the wall behind President Nogo.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO (CONT’D)
Private, commercial, and military aircraft pilots have been instructed to report suspicious aircraft.
President Nogo pauses for a drink of water.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO (CONT’D)
If those aircraft are deemed to be a national security threat they will be forced down. Equipment will be examined and pilots will be interrogated.
President Nogo looks upward.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO (CONT’D)
Thank you and God bless America.
INT. BISCUITS AND GRAVY RESTAURANT - DAY
Wilmer sits on a stool at the counter waiting for his breakfast order.
On a large television mounted on the wall, Wilmer watches as the morning news is interrupted by breaking news reporter BARBARA LUTZ.
LUTZ
This just in. The mayhem continues. Officials have confirmed post office buildings in eight cities have been destroyed without advanced warnings.
Video images show crushed cars, fallen debris, sky-high dust, disabled people, bodies of the deceased, and damaged postal delivery trucks.
LUTZ (CONT’D)
These images show demolished post offices at Nashville, Wilmington, Phoenix, Denver, Miami, South Bend, Seattle, and Baton Rouge.
Lutz pauses, drinks from a convenience store cup and wipes her brow.
LUTZ (CONT’D)
We expect to have more information during the noon news.
INT. WILMER'S VAN - DAY
At his desk inside a plush small van, Wilmer listens to Los Angeles radio personality, JANIE.
JANIE (V.O.)
We have another disturbing situation brewing. A man named CHESTER NOJESTER has hacked into every television set in the country.
Broadcasting from his windowless van, Wilmer wears a full black hood and speaks using an electronic voice-altering device.
WILMER
Hello friends. CHESTER NOJESTER here with you. The United States will be fixed. Our citizen-driven militia consists of one-half million red-blooded Americans.
Wilmer plays patriotic background music.
WILMER (CONT’D)
This leaderless word-of mouth approach will get the job done. Some of you might call this an attempt to overthrow the government. I call it progress.
Wilmer sips from a water glass.
WILMER (CONT’D)
Polls tell us that 85% of you want control of what was once a land of the free and home of the brave with a government of, by, and for the people.
Wilmer plays a second clip of patriotic music.
WILMER (CONT’D)
There is enough government bullshit to go around for all of us. Keep up the good work troops. We will take this country back from those corrupt Washington misfits.
With a hoarse voice brought on by Wilmer's militaristic evangelical zeal, he ends his plea.
WILMER (CONT’D)
That's all for now. I'm Chester NoJester saying let's make ourselves proud. I invite you to join me on the next Chester NoJester hack fest.
Wilmer's pep talk stirs up the people in ways he could not have imagined.
By dusk the next day, lawns across the country are planted with anti-government signs.
As a revolt mushrooms across the fruited plain, every man, woman, and child are anxious.
INT. WILMA'S BUNKER - DAY
Wilma puts on baggy pants and other hick clothing to appear as an eccentric and uneducated frump.
To further the façade, she rubs some of Zeus' poop on her vest, baseball hat, and worn-out cowboy boots.
She kisses Zeus.
WILMA
I love you my little man. Let’s go to town for vanilla ice cream and groceries and a leisurely stroll.
ZEUS
(barks; subtitled)
I like the way you talk, Mama Wilma.
They leave through the underground garage and get in Patton for a trip to Clyde.
INT. CLYDE WALMART - DAY
Wilma enters the store with Zeus.
She fills the shopping cart with various food items, including two one-gallon containers of vanilla ice cream.
They exit the store.
EXT. MAIN STREET - MOMENTS LATER
A troublemaking TEEN approaches.
TEEN
Hey, is that pip-squeak of a dog battery operated?
Wilma swings her cane toward the kid.
WILMA
Listen, you piece of trash. Your parents would be better off with a dog than with you.
TEEN
Why do you say that, Stinky?
WILMA
You are a troublemaker. You must be a disgrace to your parents. When dogs get to your age, they are nice and still lick their owner's face.
TEEN
Like this?
The kid comes toward Wilma wagging his tongue.
WILMA
You best scram or my little pooch will rip out all four of your cheeks.
TEEN
Four? Where did you go to school?
Wilma wields her cane in a no-nonsense manner. The kid scrams.
EXT. MAIN STREET - CONTINUOUS
Further along, DAISY and MAE, sitting on a bench, stare disapprovingly at Wilma passing by.
DAISY
Hey. Old woman. Take a bath and clean those smelly clothes. Comb your hair.
MAE
Yeah. And toss those baggy pants too. Jesus.
They laugh.
Wilma gives both the finger and continues walking to Patton. She loads her groceries in Patton.
She continues walking and enters a restaurant with Zeus.
INT. THE PRIDE OF CLYDE - DAY
Patrons sniff, see Wilma and move to other tables.
Just when she finishes her meal, Wilma glances at the television. She becomes visibly shaken.
WILMA
Holy Hell. Can't be.
Wilma pays the bill.
She and Zeus race out of the restaurant.
Patrons look, roll their eyes, shrug shoulders, and laugh.
INT. INSIDE PATTON - CONTINUOUS
WILMA
Gotta talk to Wilmer.
Still shaken, Wilma drops the burner. Picks it up, redials, and connects.
Wilmer answers. He senses something is wrong.
WILMER (V.O.)
Sup?
WILMA
I'll tell you what's up. An FBI agent is being interviewed on television right now.
WILMER (V.O.)
And?
WILMA
He says they have reopened the case and I am the suspected terrorist.
WILMER (V.O.)
How does the FBI know?
WILMA
It says new evidence strongly suggests I'm the mastermind. That's all I know.
WILMER
Betcha Billy Victor mouthed off just before he bit the dust.
WILMA
Whatever, I want you to use your hacking skills and put me on television.
WILMER (V.O.)
How and why?
WILMA
Hook me up to every television set in the country tomorrow at noon sharp, Eastern Standard Time.
Wilma dries her eyes as she starts to explain.
WILMA (CONT’D)
They have the goods on me. Might as well be red-handed goods. I'm going to confess.
WILMER (V.O.)
Not so fast. Don't do that. Wait until they come. Confess then. They might not come at all.
WILMA
I'm at my wits end. I have to get it off my chest. Even Zeus knows something is wrong.
Seconds pass with neither talking.
WILMA (CONT’D)
I'm so exhausted with worry. I feel it's time to confess. I'm just a passenger on this planet, not a participant.
WILMER (V.O.)
Huh? Nonsense. Look what you have done. From sea to shining sea. The people are uniting. Give our plan a chance.
Wilma wipes her teary cheeks.
WILMER (V.O.)
We have hundreds of workers. We will get more. We will have our leaders following, not leading.
WILMA
Whatever. I'm just hanging around waiting to die.
WILMER (V.O.)
Ok. I'll do it but this could land you in the pokey with only a very short rest of your life if you know what I mean.
WILMA
I do and it won't. I promise.
WILMER (V.O.)
And by the way, keep my name out of it. If I have to carry the torch, I don't want trouble.
WILMA
Goodbye.
WILMER (V.O.)
What do you mean, goodbye? I'll visit you in the pokey like you visited me back in...
Wilmer hears only a dial tone.
INT. WILMA'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Wilma sits holding Zeus.
A photo of Wally Downey is next to Wilma.
Viewers across nation see an expensive plaque on the wall behind Wilma with the inscription "Today's Friends are Tomorrow's Enemies."
Appearing as Gertie, Wilma addresses the nation via Wilmer's hack job.
WILMA
I am the person responsible for the destruction of your country. I have a statement of explanation in my handwriting that I will leave on this desk.
Wilma feeds ice cream to Zeus and kisses him.
Wilma pauses, chokes with tears gushing from her eyes.
Viewers see Wilma's hand reach over to a table but cannot see the object now in her hand.
The screens of all viewers go dark.
Gunshot.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
INT. CLYDE FRIENDS CHURCH - DAY
A closed casket is in place.
A jittery MINISTER does not speak well of Gertie and finishes his delivery.
MINISTER
Still, she was a human being. It is not our place to judge. She is with the Lord now. He will administer justice. Now, let us pray.
A large number of people leave as the minister begins the prayer.
One ANGRY MAN's feelings speak for all. He whispers to the man seated beside him.
ANGRY MAN
I could have been making money working the farm today, but I came to this damn thing to see for myself that the bitch is dead.
Angry man's SEATMATE nods.
SEATMATE
You still don't know. She must have made a mess with her head. They covered it for some reason.
INT. NEW YORK FBI OFFICE - DAY
Wilma's former work colleague, Donna Jeanne Marion, enters and asks to speak to an agent.
The receptionist pages an agent.
A snappy dresser enters. Age around thirty-five, clean shaven, about 6 feet tall, and 200 pounds.
The agent leads Ms. Marion to his OFFICE
Agent closes the door and identifies himself as DREXEL ROCKWELL.
DONNA JEANNE
Thank you for seeing me. I’m Donna Jeanne Marion.
ROCKWELL
Ms. Marion. How may I help you?
DONNA JEANNE
There is more about Wilma Riser that you should know.
ROCKWELL
Do you mind if I record our conversation?
DONNA JEANNE
Please do.
Rockwell presses the record switch.
ROCKWELL
Let us start at the beginning, Ms. Marion.
DONNA JEANNE
Wilma Riser is alive. I worked with her in the Senate. We were good friends. I know she is alive.
ROCKWELL
Why do you think she is alive?
DONNA JEANNE
I saw this Gertie lady say goodbye to us on television. There is no proof she is dead. We didn't see her shoot herself. We only heard a shot. Gertie was Wilma Riser.
ROCKWELL
Do you have new information?
DONNA JEANNE
Yes. She had Zeus, her beloved dog, in her lap. She would never go anywhere without him, especially leaving him alone in this world.
ROCKWELL
Interesting.
DONNA JEANNE
I have this photo of her, a photo I took when giving her Zeus just before she resigned her senate position.
She shows Rockwell the photo.
DONNA JEANNE (CONT’D)
You may keep it. It shows the real Wilma, not a doctored official image from her senatorial days.
Rockwell takes the photo.
DONNA JEANNE (CONT’D)
Notice the writing on the back. It's identical to the framed inscription on the wall that the world saw during her so-called farewell address.
Rockwell turns the photo over and reads the writing.
ROCKWELL
Today's Friends are Tomorrow's Enemies.
DONNA JEANNE
That is her handwriting. That should convince everyone the shaggy woman we saw on television was a disguised Wilma Riser.
ROCKWELL
This is an unexpected development.
Rockwell takes Ms. Marion's contact info and writes detailed notes.
ROCKWELL (CONT’D)
I'll get a press release out with the photo after we verify the authenticity of the signatures.
They shake hands and she leaves.
A rejuvenated Rockwell gets on the phone.
INT. CLYDE COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE - DAY
Well-respected resident and attorney BEAUMONT PICKENS walks to the reception desk.
He asks to speak to Deputy MAX MAXWELL. They proceed to
MAXWELL's OFFICE
PICKENS
I know the terrorist. You do too.
MAXWELL
Huh? The whole town knows. She’s dead now anyway.
PICKENS
Naw. She just smelled that way. She duped us into believing she was a mentally disturbed eccentric.
Pickens shows an article from the morning newspaper.
PICKENS (CONT’D)
The FBI slapped this photo in newspapers around the country. Looks like our shabby friend is Wilma Riser, the former United States senator, alive and well.
Maxwell studies the picture.
MAXWELL
Naw.
PICKENS
Naw, hell. Look at the dog she holds. Don't you recognize the fat ugly mutt? She one-upped all of us.
MAXWELL
I don't believe it. I was at her funeral.
Pickens lowers his head and raises his eyebrows.
PICKENS
Sure?
Maxwell studies the picture.
MAXWELL
If this s true, how did this whole town miss the dog in the picture?
PICKENS
Yeah. And why did the whole town assume an unseen gunshot means death?
MAXWELL
I wonder.
PICKENS
I don't. We were happy to think of her dead. We didn't want to investigate. It’s the let sleeping dogs lie thing.
MAXWELL
Then, who did we bury?
PICKENS
Good question. A mighty good question. Looks like you guys have some work to do.
MAXWELL
I wish I called in sick this morning. Sheriff won't like this. No sir. Not one damn bit. Anyway, I'll put the monkey on the big guy's back.
Both men rise from their chairs. Pickens leaves.
The now hyperactive Maxwell stumbles on his way to the big guy's office.
INT. UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE - DAY
Twenty-five members of the United States Department of Justice plus two high ranking military officers, General HENRY MARCHEM and Admiral JOHNNY SWABIE, enter a large conference room.
JOY SITKA, an elderly lady and an assistant to the Deputy Attorney General of the Justice Department, leads the meeting along with CHASE PLANT, her right hand man.
Plant is 45 years old, is a well-educated and a no-nonsense 15-year public servant.
Sitka presses the start button on a recording device.
SITKA
Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon. Are there any objections to audio and video recordings of this and future meetings?
There are none.
SITKA (CONT’D)
Without objections, let us continue. We have been designated the Awareness Team. This is our first meeting of hopefully only a few.
Except for the general and the admiral, all attendees know one another.
SITKA (CONT’D)
First, I want to introduce two distinguished gentlemen. General Henry Marchem on your left and Admiral Johnny Swabie on your right.
Both stand, face the team with a wave and take their seats on either side of Joy Sitka.
SITKA (CONT’D)
We will have meetings in this room, designated the Awareness Room, to assist in the capture of
Wilmer Riser.
The distinguished group begins taking notes.
SITKA (CONT’D)
Our role is defined as submitting our findings up the chain of command. We will not recommend action.
Sitka pauses. She gazes the room to judge body language.
SITKA (CONT’D)
I ask you now to raise your right hand if you commit to participating in the best interest of the United States of America.
All in attendance affirm.
SITKA (CONT’D)
Our analysts in this room have assembled a wealth of information regarding Wilmer Riser and his sister, Wilma. Mr. Plant and I will summarize our findings.
Sitka nods to Plant.
PLANT
One, we know Wilma Riser orchestrated the destruction of the United States Capitol Building, three buildings housing media outlets and eight post offices.
SITKA
Two, we also know she intended to destroy more federal buildings located on U.S. soil.
PLANT
Three, we know she intended to bring the wheels of commerce to a stop by rendering all major roads across the nation ineffective.
SITKA
Fourth, We know that her brother, Wilmer, assisted her by doing the heavy lifting.
PLANT
Fifth, we know Wilma now lives in a country with which we do not an extradition treaty.
SITKA
Sixth, we know our State Department is pursuing bringing her here to face charges.
A WELL-GROOMED MAN with a cart of pastries and drinks enters.
WELL-GROOMED MAN
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'll be quick.
SITKA
Therefore, our focus is on Wilmer. We strongly believe he is in the United States. We are not concerned with their minions for now. That will come later.
Sitka pauses. She assesses the participant's expressions.
SITKA (CONT’D)
Once Wilmer is removed, his millions will be unavailable for funding further destruction.
Authorities can then deal with the minions.
Well groomed-man leaves the room.
SITKA (CONT’D)
Mr. Plant will now present an assessment of the state of the country.
PLANT
The Wall Street Journal reports our people are more demoralized than during the Great Depression.
Plant pauses for a drink of water. Others eat pastry.
PLANT (CONT’D)
Suicides are spiking. Home invasions are common.
(MORE)
PLANT (CONT’D)
Shoplifting is out of control. The wealthy are taking their money and leaving the country.
SITKA
The country is caving fast. Rumors abound. Today, we will bring you up to date with the latest information about Wilmer Riser.
Sitka stands.
SITKA (CONT’D)
Mr. Riser is dangerous. It is widely believed he makes a killing from killing. Word is as much as a quarter million dollars per hit.
Likely, two or three hits per week.
PLANT
Nobody knows his worth, but rest assured it is from illegal sources. He owns and operates a modern twin engine jet plane and a helicopter.
SITKA
He is physically snake-quick and just as slick. There is reliable evidence suggesting he has been a malcontent since childhood.
Anything else to add? Anyone?
There is no response from the team.
PLANT
He is a human junkyard dog. Bitter as hell about everything. He is the most irreligious man you will ever have the misfortune of meeting.
MARCHEM
He served six years in the Army. A top-notch sniper. Resorting to terroristic tactics is his modus operandi. He is a survivalist.
PLANT
The unofficial word is that he is organizing a group for overthrowing our government because he doesn't like the direction the country is going.
SITKA
Any comments?
SWABBIE
I'm convinced a civil war is brewing from the hostility growing by word-of-mouth. There will be no leaders, only unhinged malcontents. All this thanks to Wilmer Riser.
The team expresses unimaginable shock both verbally and visually.
The group creates loud indistinguishable discussions. Sitka bangs the table with a ruler.
SITKA
Please. Let's have order. You'll have plenty of time for yelling. Just not in this room.
Order is restored.
The people compose themselves by taking a drink of water, shaking their heads, wiping their foreheads, and performing breathing exercises.
SITKA (CONT’D)
Thank you. I understand your anger. That's all for today. Exercise extreme care. If Riser learns our identities, we could become his targets.
PLANT
Good idea. Be sure to promise your family every morning that you will be home for dinner.
EXT. DENVER, COLORADO STREET - DAY
RONNIE, a homeless man finds a newspaper.
RONNIE
Hey, look at this. Picture of that guy that blew the guts out of the country. They're looking high and low for him.
Wilmer, a disheveled an intentionally scroungy man responds.
WILMER
Never find him.
RONNIE
Why not?
WILMER
Too smart for them.
INT. THE WHITE HOUSE – DAY
Telephone rings. RUBY RUBIOUS answers.
RUBY
Office of the President. How may I direct your call?
Wilmer speaks word salad with a ridiculously laughable disguised voice throughout the conversation.
WILMER (V.O.)
To anyone with President Mogo's ear.
RUBY
Do you mean President Nogo?
WILMER (V.O.)
Yeah. Yeah. That’s it.
RUBY
Your name, please.
WILMER (V.O.)
Chester, Chester NoJester.
RUBY
Certainly, Mr. NoJester. One moment.
Ruby puts Wilmer on hold. Transfers call to SARA, the president's secretary.
SARA'S DESK
SARA
Hi. Ruby.
RUBY (V.O.)
Got some word salad speaking weirdo wanting President Nogo. Says his name is Chester NoJester.
Sara accepts the call.
SARA
Mr. NoJester, the president isn't available. I will be happy to take your information.
WILMER (V.O.)
Tell him I called with enough terabytes of information about the country's destruction to fill a shoebox.
SARA
I'm sorry. Can you repeat that please?
WILMER (V.O.)
No. I was only given a fixed number of words at birth. I don't want to use my remaining words talking to you.
Sara is dumbfounded, her eyes get big, her jaw drops.
SARA
I beg your pardon.
WILMER (V.O.)
Tell him I'll call tomorrow at this time. If he refuses to talk to me, I'll continue the mayhem.
Wilmer disconnects.
Sara holds her forefinger and thumb at her head. She pulls an imaginary trigger.
She races pell-mell to Nogo.
INT. OVAL OFFICE - DAY
Wilmer, alias Chester NoJester, phones President Nogo.
Nogo puts a vintage Captain Marvel comic book aside and parks his feet on his desk.
He presses the record button on his recorder.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
Yes, Mr. NoJester. I am honored to talk to you.
WILMER (V.O.)
I doubt that you are honored.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
Oh, but I am.
WILMER (V.O.)
Whatever. If you wanna keep living in government housing with all the perks, you gotta meet eight no- nonsense conditions.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
Oh my. What if I don't?
WILMER (V.O.)
I know where you live.
Wilmer sounds off his horselaugh.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
OK. Go on.
Wilmer makes demands as he reads from his list of talking points.
The President begins clipping his fingernails.
WILMER (V.O.)
Answer I understand after I give each one.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
Sure, sure. No sweat.
WILMER (V.O.)
First, return the government to one of, by and for the people living in the land of the free and home of the brave.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
I understand.
WILMER (V.O.)
Second, send all illegals back to where they came from.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
I understand.
WILMER (V.O.)
Third, don't let any more illegals in.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
I understand.
WILMER (V.O.)
Fourth, limit all members of Congress to one four-year term. Them guys start slacking way too soon as it is now.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
I understand.
WILMER (V.O.)
Fifth, cut the national deficit by ten percent each year you are in office.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
I understand.
WILMER (V.O.)
Six, pay the national debt down twenty per-cent each year until the country doesn’t owe any country a goddamn penny.
PRESDENT JOEL NOJO
I understand.
WILMER (V.O.)
Seven, bring all United States companies operating abroad back to the United States.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
I understand.
WILMER (V.O.)
Eight, establish a rape policy for all Congressional men and women.
Nogo tries to take a bite from his sandwich, misses his mouth.
WILMER (V.O.)
There you have it, Hoss. Do you understand all eight?
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
That's an impossible order, friend.
WILMER (V.O.)
Why?
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
A rape policy? I don't think I should touch such a subject with the proverbial ten foot pole.
WILMER (V.O.)
Get them all out by age fifty-five. Rape all men and women over fifty- four.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
My gosh, man. I could go to jail.
WILMER (V.O.)
You don't get it. Rape is an acronym for Retire All Politicians Early.
PRESIDENT JOEL NOGO
Oh. Something like fart is an acronym for Foul Air from the Rectum Tunnel.
WILMER (V.O.)
Yes, you have 60 days to get the job done. Otherwise, I'll bring mayhem ad nauseam. You will be more confused than Hogan's two peckered goat.
Wilmer ends the call.
Nogo reaches for Captain Marvel. He falls asleep in his chair.
EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY 25 - DAY
A small number of locals sit on folding lawn chairs watching the activity.
Earthmoving equipment line the entrance ramp. A refueling truck stands by.
Two men armed with shotguns alternate walking each direction.
Two bulldozers alternate scooping full buckets of soil from the median and dumping the soil, blocking the entrance.
Refueling truck moves into position next to a bulldozer and fills the bulldozer’s fuel tank.
INT. HIGH STREET - NIGHT
Doorbell rings at a home in a wealthy neighborhood. Owner looks at a security monitor, doesn't open door. Male INTRUDER picks lock, opens the door, walks in.
INTRUDER
Goddamn. Someone is here!
Two accomplices enter. Intruder looks at the owner.
INTRUDER (CONT’D)
Anyone else here?
OWNER
Yes, my wife and children.
INTRUDER
Bring them here.
A frightened wife and three frightened children come downstairs. The youngest holds the mother's hand.
One man points his gun toward the five people.
Two minutes later, the other two return with the loot.
INTRUDER (CONT’D)
You have seen our faces. Bye, bye.
The intruders, using silencers, fire ten shots and run out the front door.
I/E. GROCERY STORE - DAY
Homeless men and women sit on the ground at the store entrance.
Unruly young people charge the store.
Two men, with handguns, stand at the entrance.
Man and woman bind, gag, handcuff the security guard and strap him standing upright facing the standup cola cooler.
Two looters empty all cash registers.
Two looters fill six fifty-gallon garbage bags with merchandise.
Looters escape in a pickup truck.
INT. AWARENESS ROOM - DAY
SITKA
As Mr. Riser spits in our faces, he has made demands to the President. Chaos, fear and anger permeates the country.
Plant turns on a projector.
PLANT
This is an image of overturned vehicles on a large city downtown street.
Plant pauses for reactions before projecting the next image. Only blank faces look at Plant.
PLANT (CONT’D)
This image shows earth moving equipment near the shoulder of each direction and two men with binoculars and shotguns.
Plant advances the next slide.
PLANT (CONT’D)
This image and the following ten images show only a fraction of an estimated 500 lootings of retail stores daily throughout the country.
Plant pauses while the team writes notes.
PLANT (CONT’D)
We have overturned ambulances, suicides, and a large number of domestic violence increases. And, home invasions, the most serious of all.
Howard raises his arm.
SITKA
Yes, Howard.
HOWARD
Everyone, many with no job to go to, are home worrying how they can feed the family, put shoes on the kids, and protect their properties.
PLANT
True. And there are a large number of home invasions because of the close proximity of houses.
JUDY raises her arm.
SITKA
Yes, Judy.
JUDY
Do those men at the interstate with shotguns really think they can fend off the police?
PLANT
It depends. Many law enforcement members are among the workers.
Upper levels of law enforcement understand the situation and often turn a sympathetic blind eye.
ADMIRAL SWABBIE
The same for the military. Further, with much of our communication infrastructure shot to hell, our commanders can only contact a handful throughout the country.
Plant projects a slide.
PLANT
Here is a man leaping to his death from a window at the top of a twenty-story building. He is only one of many.
Sitka nods her head.
PLANT (CONT’D)
I have an additional two-hundred similar gruesome images showing every abhorrent condition imaginable.
SITKA
Commerce has slowed from a crawl to a near-stop. We could be doomed.
Apathy and violence rule the country. Nothing, including superpowers, lives forever.
Sitka describes a never-to-be-expected fact of American life.
SITKA (CONT’D)
Elected incumbents are resigning. New candidates are nonexistent. Our state governors have dispatched citizens to Washington to run the government.
Faces in the room clearly show torment.
SITKA (CONT’D)
Word is they are in over their heads and are feuding. Our future is bleak. Complacency got us here. The people's let-George-do-it attitude has come home to roost.
The audience nods in unison.
ADMIRAL SWABBIE
We have stopped minding the store. We have given politicians the key to the mint.
PLANT
Wilmer Riser has done his homework well. He isn't acting alone. His volunteer army of like-minded people has wreaked havoc in every state, including Hawaii and Alaska.
SITKA
His leaderless ragtag army continues at breakneck speed with no sign of slowing. Our military is severely weakened. City and county law enforcement --
General Marchem, breaches protocol, defends his troops with a booming voice.
GENERAL MARCHEM
-- Hold on. Our troops are a microcosm of the entire population. They aren't the problem. The state of the nation is the problem.
Marchem slaps the table with his hand.
GENERAL MARCHEM (CONT’D)
Our leaders thumb their fannies at us. They expect us subjects, and I do mean subjects, to kiss their asses at every turn.
PLANT
Well said, General. Everybody in this room understands as do many of our citizens that our military is vastly outnumbered.
SITKA
Yes. The people understand very well.
PLANT
Apprehending Riser will take the wind from their sails. If we don't bring results soon his army will win.
Sitka recognizes JIMMY.
JIMMY
How close are we to capturing Riser?
SITKA
We ae progressing. My contacts tell me the data we have analyzed has been valuable. Riser's days are numbered.
PLANT
And, there is good news today. Our people on the ground have developed advanced tracking technology. We expect to apprehend him the next time he is on the move.
EXT. RURAL AIRPORT - DAY
Wilmer lands and taxies his plane next to a helicopter at a remote uncontrolled airport.
He moves a body from the plane, places it in the helicopter. The helicopter lifts off.
FADE TO BLACK.
SUPER: Wilmer Riser is apprehended in Arizona following a short but fierce firefight.
FADE IN:
EXT. APACHE COUNTY ARIZONA - DAY SERIES OF SHOTS - WILMER'S CAPTURE
-- Wilmer's helicopter falls from the sky.
-- Wilmer scrambles carrying two high-powered rifles, RPG equipment and clips of ammo strapped to his body.
-- Robust firefight ensues.
-- Marshals service marksman disables Wilmer's RPG equipment with a single shot.
-- Wilmer fires his last round, crawls to marshal, and surrenders.
INT. APACHE COUNTY SHERIFF'S HEADQUARTERS - DAY
Deputy DEWEY GLASSHOUSE reports to his just-appointed supervisor, Captain BERT WILENT.
GLASSHOUSE
It happened at Burning Tree on Choke Road last --
WILENT
-- Hey. Slow down. Give me a chance. I just got here, you know.
GLASSHOUSE
Oh, sure, Bert. I --
WILENT
-- Hold on. I'm Captain Wilent until we get to know one another. Then, you can call me Bert if I like you.
Glasshouse and Wilent share stares for a few seconds.
GLASSHOUSE
Don't talk down to me you son of a bitch. I've been here thirty years. Done it all. Retire next month. You need me more than I need you. Okey dokey?
Glasshouse relights his cigar.
He takes the do not smoke placard from Wilent's desk, tosses it in the circular file as a basketball-style hook shot.
GLASSHOUSE (CONT’D)
Ah. Three points.
Glasshouse smiles showing victory. Wilent smiles showing appreciation.
WILENT
Okey dokey. I was just testing your mettle. You know what? I like you. Call me Bert. Okey dokey?
Glasshouse gives a thumbs-up.
WILENT (CONT’D)
Where is Burning Tree? Where is Choke Road?
GLASSHOUSE
It's Apache County Road N8604. Story is a man died violently next to a tree that just got hit by lightning. His wife was driving the man home from the dentist.
Wilent leans back in his chair. Closes his eyes. Sighs.
WILENT
Sorry I asked but go on.
GLASSHOUSE
He had a new lower denture in his mouth and a forty-four-ounce drink in his hand. He choked and died on the spot.
Glasshouse puffs on the cigar. Blows smoke Wilent's direction.
Wilent waves a paper at the smoke.
WILENT
Are you finished?
GLASSHOUSE
Almost. Bad news is he lost his life and the drink. Good news is he saved the denture.
WILENT
C'mon, spit it out.
GLASSHOUSE
Locals swear the spot is haunted by thirsty man’s ghost. Some say they have seen dozens of ghosts rise from below the ground and float over the spot.
WILENT
Cut to the chase, please.
GLASSHOUSE
Nearly everyone agrees it is the location of Wilmer's victim's eternal home. Teenagers have stopped partying there.
Wilent's irritation shows. He becomes fidgety.
WILENT
Thank you for the education. OK. What happened?
GLASSHOUSE
Well, Riser comes swooping down trying to escape the marshals.
Got a bit too low and just as he opened the door sporting a rifle, a body fell from the bird.
WILENT
Interesting.
GLASSHOUSE
A United States marshal sat him down, ask him questions, but Riser only wisecracked through the corner of his mouth.
Vigorous cigar chomping by Glasshouse.
GLASSHOUSE (CONT’D)
I figure Riser was taking the man to Burning Tree.
WILENT
Did you say a United States marshal?
GLASSHOUSE
Yes, sir.
WILENT
How did we get involved with the Marshals service?
GLASSHOUSE
Two of our deputies responded to an unrelated call. They saw all the lights flashing and about a dozen marshals. Naturally they stopped and asked questions.
WILENT
And?
GLASSHOUSE
Riser was flying a helicopter along Interstate Forty. Riser turned south toward Burning Tree like he knew exactly what he was doing.
WILENT
How did the shoot-out come about?
GLASSHOUSE
It started in the air. It ended after Riser crashed his copter into a marshals' car followed by a twenty-second shoot-out. Riser ran out of ammo.
WILENT
Any deaths?
GLASSHOUSE
None. Two marshals survived with injuries. They were admitted to the hospital. Nothing life threatening.
WILENT
Was Riser injured?
GLASSHOUSE
No. Get this. One of the marshals saw Riser put on Kevlar KM2 armor while in the air. Must have learned about it during his army days.
WILENT
Anything else?
GLASSHOUSE
A lot. Other things have happened over the years at Burning Tree.
Eight bodies were dumped there just last year.
WILENT
Did the Marshals Service investigate?
GLASSHOUSE
Don't know. Word came for us to keep out of it. My guess now is that there is a Riser connection. If I'm right, everybody will be investigating.
WILENT
Suppose so. Who are the expired?
GLASSHOUSE
Don't know their names. All the dead are believed to be victims of Riser's contract killings. All are from back East. Go figure.
WILENT
I will. Keep me informed.
As Glasshouse exits, Wilent calls him back.
WILENT (CONT’D)
Glasshouse.
GLASSHOUSE
Yes?
WILENT
Okey dokey?
GLASSHOUSE
Okey dokey, Bart.
Wilent peers over his glasses.
WILENT
It's Bert.
GLASSHOUSE
Sorry, Bert. Okey dokey.
Glasshouse turns to the door wearing an almost invisible gotcha smile.
INT. FEDERAL PRISON - DAY VISITOR'S ROOM
Separated by a glass partition, DREW BONES sits facing Wilmer.
DREW
It's a lost cause. I'll not continue serving as your attorney.
WILMER
You'll get your money. Don't sweat it.
DREW
This isn't about money.
Wilmer responds with his usual stick-it-in-your-ear style.
WILMER
What's it about? My survival? My dignity?
DREW
No. Mine. When you and I appear in court together, I might as well migrate to the North Pole and work for Santa Claus.
WILMER
You are funny today.
DREW
Anyway. Down to brass tacks. Your fate rests with the United States Supreme Court.
WILMER
Aw, get outa here. The Supreme Court doesn't have original jurisdiction in criminal cases.
DREW
It can. We'll see. Article III, Section 2 of the U.S. Constitution is clear but in your case the Court might break the rules.
WILMER
Those dullards are a joke. If the Court were meaningful, all opinions would be unanimous. They all studied the same Constitution and they all have the same facts.
DREW
I'm outa here.
WILMER
What do mean, outa here?
DREW
I'm done with you. Resigning. Get another attorney. Understand?
WILMER
No. Years ago you said you would represent me through thick and thin. Remember? Are you representing me?
DREW
Yes and no.
WILMER
Yes and no? Take your ass off your shoulders and put your head back on. Level with me.
DREW
Yes, I remember and no I'm not representing you. I've changed my mind.
WILMER
Where is your sense of justice?
DREW
Justice? Talk to Pete Rose about justice.
Wilmer bolts from the chair. Breaks the glass barrier with his right hand.
WILMER
Listen to me, you piece of shit. If you leave me, I'll make up a story and tell the world you pulled off the D.B. Cooper caper.
DREW
You are as full of shit as a Christmas turkey. Always have been. Always will be.
WILMER
You don't know shit from Shinola. Never have. Never will.
Wilmer uses both hands to shatter the glass barrier. His voice explodes.
WILMER (CONT’D)
Fat ass.
The guard escorts Drew out of the visitors' area. Another guard escorts Wilmer to the
DISPENSARY
where a doctor inspects and treats Wilmer's broken fingers. A guard escorts Wilmer back to his
Cell
Wilmer attempts to joke with his guard escort.
WILMER (CONT’D)
Did you hear the one about --
GUARD
-- Get in. You're persona non grata with me.
WILMER
It works both ways, Hoss.
GUARD
What's with the Hoss bullshit?
WILMER
Nothing. Nothing at all, Sunshine. Or is it Sourpuss?
GUARD
Jesus Christ. If I didn't need a job, I would...
WILMER
...quit?
The guard rolls his eyes, slams the cell door and leaves.
WILMER (CONT’D)
Hey, did you hear the one about the woman flying an airplane upside down?
No answer from the guard.
Wilmer lets go with his unique earsplitting horselaugh. He yells down the hall toward the guard.
WILMER (CONT’D)
She had a crackup.
Wilmer continues laughing as he repeatedly slaps his knee.
EXT. UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT BUILDING - DAY
National cable television reporter GUY BIGGS makes a major announcement from the steps of the U.S. Supreme Court building.
BIGGS
In a unanimous decision, the Supreme Court today released its opinion that Wilmer Riser is guilty of the many heinous assaults upon the people of the United States.
Biggs takes two quick breaths.
BIGGS (CONT’D)
Mr. Riser will be transported to the United States Penitentiary at Terre Haute, Indiana where he will be executed within sixty days.
EXT. UNITED STATES PENITENTIARY - NIGHT
BIGGS
Wilmer Riser was executed minutes ago in this building behind me.
Riser refused communication with any religious authority and the press...
Biggs shows disbelief. Scratches his head.
BIGGS (CONT’D)
...He refused a last meal giving the reason because, quote, I'm on a diet, unquote.
INT. HILTON GARDEN INN, TANGIER, MOROCCO - DAY
Two people, a man, and a woman, sit in the lounge talking while sipping drinks.
They leave the lounge. Their faces become clear as they step into the
ELEVATOR
Alone, they kiss holding the other's hands, reminiscent of their last day together at West Point.
WALLY
It's so nice being together again.
FLASHBACK
EXT. ALONG THE HUDSON RIVER - DAY
WALLY
I know you very well. I love you too.
WILMA
Somehow, this doesn't seem like the time to talk about love.
BACK TO PRESENT DAY
They face each other and kiss while holding hands.
WILMA (CONT’D)
This is the right time to talk about love too.
They kiss again. The door closes.
SUPER: "Three years later"
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
SUPER: "The United States continues its long rebuilding process."
SUPER: "The citizens of the United States have put their petty crusades and greed aside. People now live in the spirit of one for all and all for one."
SUPER: "Wilma Riser Downey enjoys a reclusive life with her retired husband, Lt. Colonel Wally Downey, at an unknown location believed to be in Morocco."
SUPER: "The events surrounding Wilma's so-called death were investigated, the coffin was exhumed, revealing a mannequin."
SUPER: "Beaumont Pickens became the county sheriff upon Sheriff Rudy Wills’ forced resignation."
SUPER: "No part of Billy Victor's remains have been identified."
SUPER: "WILMA RISER MADE A DIFFERENCE."