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To Save A Child
Rob Turbovsky
robturbo@gmail.com
January 3, 2008
OPEN ON:
EXT. A ROW OF SUBURBAN HOUSES -- EVENING
Three perfectly, identically decorated McMansions bask in
the bliss of suburban fortress America, with tiny American
flags by the doors, picturesque snow-covered lawns out front,
and little paper bags aglow with candles curbside. A van,
with a cartoon general and the words "Gen. Eric Services"
sits in the driveway of the middle house.
ZOOM IN:
EXT. THE DECOY HOUSE -- EVENING
A slow zoom-in begins on that house in the middle, as a deadly
serious newsman voice intones:
ROD (O.S.)
Bucks County, Pennsylvania. A good
place to raise your kids. And, for
child molesters, a bleeding ground.
Bleeding?
JEFF (O.S.)
Keep rolling.
CUT TO:
INT. THE DECOY HOUSE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
A six-man, three-camera team crowds a spacious kitchen. We
see ROD SINCLAIR, a 40ish, All-American looking reporter in
a business suit, through one of the cameras. The time stamp,
"8:56 PM. 12/24/07," is on the screen.
ROD
Fuck!
(To himself)
You can do this! Peter Pedophile
put his prick in Precocious Paulie's
precious pants. Peter Pedophile put
his prick -
Slick 20-something producer JEFF WOLFSON steps into the frame.
JEFF
Hey, don't worry about it. We've
got two coming tonight, and at least
ten minutes until the first one.
ROD
Jesus, who wrote this shit? How
about you throw in some other
impossible phrases?
JEFF
I - I'm sorry, you're right. Say
whatever you think is appropriate.
Ready and...go.
2.
Jeff exits the frame.
ROD
Child predators! Where could they
be lurking?
(Dramatically opens
and closes a cabinet)
Anywhere! Right now, in this affluent
Philadelphia suburb, a 40-year-old
middle school teacher named William
Brockman is on his way to meet who
he believes to be a young teenage
girl. For what happens, keep watching
television's hottest proactive news
program - Rod Sinclair presents: Rod
Sinclair's To Save A Child.
JEFF (O.S.)
Poetry!
ROD
This fucking guy better show.
JEFF (O.S.)
He will.
ROD
Berleman would love an excuse to
replace us with more of that hard
news bullshit. Another Where The In
The World is Osama Bin Laden special.
Christ! I'd rather watch public
television.
CUT TO:
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN IN DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS
ROSS and MATT, two young A/V geeks watch Rod live on monitors
in the crowded, wire-filled van. Ross, typing furiously,
sighs audibly and shakes his head.
ROSS
He gets more out of rape than the
rapists.
MATT
I like the scent of desperation. Or
is that chocolate?
ROSS
You want desperate? Check this guy
out.
MATT
Where are you?
ROSS
The Lord of the Rings chatroom.
(MORE)
3.
ROSS (CONT'D)
I'm a 13-year-old elf princess.
"Wally" is 56. We've only been
chatting an hour. Look at these.
Matt reacts with disgust to off-screen nude photos.
ROSS (CONT'D)
He calls it Gandalf the Grey. I'm
guessing those are the Two Towers.
The best part is that his IP puts
him in the neighborhood. What luck.
MATT
That reminds me, you'll love this.
Do you know what Sinclair was doing
ten years ago?
ROSS
Some game show, right?
MATT
It was the revival of Press Your
Luck. Found this on YouTube.
On the monitors, the two watch a disastrous clip featuring
Rod amid the obnoxious blinking lights and 70s pastel colors
of the old Press Your Luck set, with two contestants, one an
over-excited housewife and the other a flannel-clad GRUNGE
KID.
GRUNGE KID
No whammy. No whammy. No whammy.
Ah, [Bleep] it. This show sucks
balls.
The kid walks off the set as the camera lingers on Rod's
stunned face. Matt and Ross laugh hysterically.
CUT TO:
EXT. SURVEILLANCE VAN IN DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS
The door to the van slides open and two men look into the
van as the A/V guys clam up. The first man is the short,
paunchy town sheriff JACOB YOUNG, 59. Behind him is the
towering ROBERT BUCHARSON, 60, dressed in dark pants and a
black shirt with a fire-colored dragon silhouette on one
sleeve. He is the head of Shameless Justice; on his chest
is their fire-colored, block letter logo.
ROBERT
Gentlemen, I hope we're still on
task.
MATT AND ROSS
Yes, sir.
4.
MATT
Ross and I think there are some issues
with lighting the angle in front of
the garage.
Staring down Matt and Ross, Robert addresses the Sheriff.
ROBERT
Well, Sheriff, make sure you give us
enough time to set up a spotlight
after you take this guy down.
SHERIFF YOUNG
We'll do our best, sir.
He looks over at an unmarked police car parked halfway down
the street and gives two big thumbs up.
CUT TO:
INT. POLICE CAR - CONTINUOUS
Two suburban cops, OFFICER TELL and OFFICER JOSEPHS, with
nothing to do. They sit there, sipping coffee.
OFFICER TELL
Merry fucking Christmas.
OFFICER JOSEPHS
You ever think that maybe Santa is
into kids?
OFFICER TELL
That'd explain the gifts.
OFFICER JOSEPHS
Pervert.
INT. THE DECOY HOUSE KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS
Jeff, Rod, and the camera crew sit in the gorgeous kitchen,
its expansive marble countertops and wood paneling sparkling
under the lights, killing time. Jeff's Blackberry plays a
muzak version of "I Saw Her Standing There," and he takes it
out of its holster to look.
JEFF
Oooh! The new opening is finished.
ROD
You got it on there?
JEFF
Yeah.
ROD
Let's see it.
5.
Rod and Jeff gather around the tiny screen.
CUT TO:
THE BLACKBERRY SCREEN -- CONTINUOUS
A montage set to dramatic orchestral music announcing an
important television program.
In a green tint, a split-screen shows three different internet
sex offenders entering three different homes, as though we
are watching them through a night-vision rifle scope. James
Bond-type elements, with dancing silhouettes and floating
balls of lava lamp fluid, fill the screen. The silhouette
of a smallish child, holding his face in his hands, is in
the middle of the screen; another silhouetted figure swings
on a rope and scoops the child up to safety.
One man, with a mustache and a dirty white t-shirt stands in
an empty kitchen. A haze of smoke (from a small smoke bomb)
begins to form next to him. Rod leaps out of the smoke,
frightening him with an exclamation of "I'm Rod Sinclair!"
A Latino man in a button-down shirt looks around another
empty kitchen, as Rod rises up into the frame as though on
an invisible lift, repeating his line.
Next, a third sex offender, fat and bald, sits at a kitchen
table. The door of the oven to his side opens and Rod climbs
out, wearing an apron, holding a roast, and again yelling
"I'm Rod Sinclair!"
The screen goes black, then Rod appears against the bare
background, arms folded and all-business, as he holds a stamp
and slams it directly into the camera. The text reads "Rod
Sinclair Presents: Rod Sinclair's To Save A Child: EXTREME
EDITION."
CUT TO:
INT. THE DECOY HOUSE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
ROD
If that doesn't boost the ratings, I
don't know what will.
JEFF
A salute to the troops?
Rod pauses, appearing to actually consider the idea. He
looks up.
ROD
Can we do something with that
skylight?
Before Jeff can answer, ANNA LOGAN, a beautiful, 18 year-old
wanna be actress whose first major gig is as bait tonight,
anxiously walks over.
6.
ANNA
Mr. Wolfson?
JEFF
You can call me, Jeff, Anna.
ROD
And me, Rod.
Rod places his elbow on the counter, feigning casual. It
slips off and hits the edge. He cradles it, while trying to
act cool.
ANNA
I was just wondering if we could go
over my lines again.
JEFF
Sure! Sure...sit down.
ROD
Sit here.
Jeff points to a chair next to him, while Rod points to the
countertop directly in front of him. Anna pulls up a chair
from the kitchen table instead.
ANNA
I've been working on them a couple
different ways.
(Clears her throat.)
"I'll be right down! I made some
punch for you!" "I just got out of
the shower! Have some fresh cookies!"
"Oooh, I'm all wet. Nibble on my
treats before I come."
ROD AND JEFF
(answering immediately
in unison)
The last one.
CUT TO:
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN IN DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS
The Sheriff and Robert sit behind Matt and Ross, going over
some last minute details. On the monitors behind Matt and
Ross, Rod is practicing repelling down from the skylight.
SHERIFF YOUNG
You got that chat transcript there?
ROBERT
Of course - Matt, could you?
Matt, irritated, begins to read the transcript in an
unenthusiastic monotone.
7.
MATT
HARDASABROCK - that's him: "Oh.
Baby. I want to fuck you so hard.
Right in the fuckhole. And then
other places." FOXYFOURTEEN - that's
us -
SHERIFF YOUNG
Your screen name is FoxyFourteen?
MATT
FuckMeFourteen was taken, and
FoxyRodSinclair seemed a bit obvious.
And also was taken.
ROBERT
Ross, could you do the other part?
I want the Sheriff to understand the
depth of what we're dealing with.
Ross clears his throat and quickly closes his eyes, a mock
"getting into character" moment.
ROSS
Ahem...line?
MATT
HARDASABROCK: Right in the fuckhole.
And then other places.
Ross does his part in a high-pitched shriek. Robert closes
his eyes, salivating slightly during the exchange.
ROSS
FOXYFOURTEEN: You really want me
bad?
MATT
HARDASABROCK: That's right.
ROSS
FOXYFOURTEEN: Really?
MATT
HARDASABROCK: Really.
ROSS
FOXYFOURTEEN: Really?
MATT
HARDASABROCK: Really.
Robert sucks in his saliva and snaps back to reality, a second
too slow.
ROBERT
Scumbag.
The Sheriff straightens up, brushing crumbs off of his shirt.
8.
SHERIFF YOUNG
This is heavy stuff. Be front page
news for weeks. We haven't seen
anything like this here. Not ever.
ROBERT
Well, today's your lucky day, Sheriff.
Today you're the hero.
SHERIFF YOUNG
I was wondering when I'd be the hero!
ROBERT
Uh huh.
The Sheriff, excited, goes on, oblivious.
SHERIFF YOUNG
Matter of fact, last arrest we had
was for trespassing. Jim Peterson
over there on Spider Street snuck
onto his neighbor's yard to watch
the paint on his house dry. That
was back in, lemme see, '98, I
believe. Man, that was some paint.
Awkward silence.
SHERIFF YOUNG (CONT'D)
Hell, my gun's filled with Gatorade.
(Shakes it to
demonstrate)
Matt notices some movement on the monitor showing the angle
on the street. He elbows Ross and points to it.
MATT
(to Ross)
Ross - check that out.
ROSS
We've got incoming.
SHERIFF YOUNG
Shit.
(On his walkie-talkie)
Positions.
The Sheriff quietly squirts some Gatorade into his mouth
with his gun.
CUT TO:
INT. THE DECOY HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
JEFF
He's here!
ANNA
Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.
9.
ROD
(pumping himself up)
No whammy, no whammy, no whammy,
child molester!
CUT TO:
INT. POLICE CAR - CONTINUOUS
OFFICER TELL
Uh, Jake...
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN IN DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS
MATT
Oh, fuck.
FADE TO BLACK:
FADE IN:
INT. THE DECOY HOUSE KITCHEN -- LATER
There is a crisis. Rod, Jeff, the Sheriff, Robert, Anna and
the camera crew are gathered in the kitchen.
ROD
What made you think that a 14 year
old girl would be sexually interested
in you?
He addresses the question not to the 40-year-old man they
thought they were going to nail, but to a 14-year-old boy,
the chubby, slightly nebbish JOEY BROCKMAN. He sits, eating
cookies as he speaks.
JOEY
I just figured...you
know...like...those shows...
ROBERT
But what they - those men - what
they are doing is wrong, Joey.
Morally reprehensible and wrong.
JOEY
She seemed impressed on the internet.
Really impressed. And then she left
me that voicemail...I thought maybe
if I showed up and I wasn't 40, she'd
still like me.
Silence.
JOEY (CONT'D)
So, that's why I rode my bike. Did
she really make these cookies?
They're delicious!
10.
ROD
Jesus Christ, kid. Jesus Christ.
SHERIFF YOUNG
Does your dad know you signed him up
for AOL to go into those chat rooms?
Underneath this conversation, Rod and Jeff quietly scheme.
ROD
(whispering)
How many cameras are there tonight?
JEFF
Our three, plus Bucharson's 2.
ROD
We need to get the tapes.
JEFF
What?
ROD
Can you imagine if those vultures at
Dateline see this? That dickless
slab of concrete Stone Phillips? We
need to destroy the tapes.
JEFF
I can get ours. What about Shameless
Justice?
ROD
It's our money.
(to Robert)
Robert, can I talk to you privately?
JOEY
Um, Mr. Sinclair, I just want to
say, I'm a big fan. Do you think
you could sign this for me?
Joey holds out a vinyl record cover. In bright colors, it
reads: "The Host of PRESS YOUR LUCK Rod Sinclair Presents:
Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita as Read by Rod Sinclair."
CUT TO:
INT. THE DECOY HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Rod and Robert stand stiffly, each man staring down the other.
ROD
We pay for all of this. The tapes
are mine. Give them to me.
ROBERT
I can't give those up.
(MORE)
11.
ROBERT (CONT'D)
We owe these to the world - to show
the public how victimized these
children are, exploited once by
godless, sex-crazed fiends and
exploited again by the media.
ROD
The media? That's rich. This is a
two-way street. Without me, you'd
still be hurling Bibles at Democrats.
ROBERT
And without me - without Shameless
Justice - you'd still be hosting Try
Your Luck. At 4 am.
ROD
It's prime-time in Guam! And it's
Press Your Luck, you fascist!
ROBERT
Give my best to Chuck Woolery.
Rod adjusts his tie, fixes his hair, and then lunges for
him. They roll on the ground in a pathetic wrestling match.
ROD
Give me the tapes you son of a bitch!
ROBERT
Over my cold, dead body.
EXT. POLICE CAR - CONTINUOUS
OFFICER JOSEPHS
How old was that kid, you think?
12? 13?
OFFICER TELL
Something like that.
OFFICER JOSEPHS
(sighs)
God. A 13-year-old child molester.
Really makes you think.
INT. THE DECOY HOUSE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
The Sheriff paces back and forth while Jeff and Joey talk.
Anna sits next to Joey, comfortingly.
JEFF
Is this what we're talking about?
Is this something you're planning to
go forward with, Joey?
JOEY
It's all I can do. I have to. My
friends have all -
12.
The Sheriff stops pacing.
SHERIFF YOUNG
(to Jeff)
You son of a bitch. You pick towns
where we'd rather be ticketing
teenagers who roll through stop signs,
and then you draft us into
these...clusterfucks.
JEFF
Excuse me, Sheriff, you were free to
say "No" at any time.
SHERIFF YOUNG
And tell the county supervisor what?
That we don't care about sex
offenders? That we just gave up a
chance to show where all that tax
money for new equipment went? You
know what happened when that Native
American fellow filmed one of the
deleted scenes of "The Village" here?
Tourism tripled!
Jeff stands and takes a deep breath. He motions to the
Sheriff to go to the other room.
JEFF
(gesturing towards
Joey)
Anna, could you...
ANNA
Could I - what?
JEFF
Well, just talk to him.
Jeff and Sheriff Young exit the room. Anna looks nervously
at Joey.
ANNA
So, um, do you like reality shows,
Joey?
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN IN DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS
Ross continues his chatroom work; Matt bounces a tennis ball.
ROSS
What's better? Moist or wet?
MATT
What's the context?
ROSS
My 13-year-old vagina.
13.
MATT
Moist. It's classier.
ROSS
Thought so.
(Pauses for a moment)
What's another word for clitoris?
INT. THE DECOY HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
In their wrestling match, Robert now has Rod in a headlock.
ROBERT
From here, you look like Mike
Wallace's colon.
ROD
I'll kill you!
Jeff and Sheriff Young enter and break it up.
JEFF
Whoa! What the hell is going on
here, Rod? I expect this shit out
of Diane Sawyer but not you.
ROD
You're right. I'm sorry.
JEFF
Listen, forget the tapes. We've got
a bigger situation on our hands.
ROBERT
What are you talking about?
SHERIFF YOUNG
The kid's gonna go public.
Rod lets out a high-pitched gasp. Jeff tries to hold him.
SHERIFF YOUNG (CONT'D)
What the hell do you people get paid
for? You couldn't have figured out
you were luring in a goddamn teenager?
This is not what I was promised!
You showed me a surveillance van!
ROBERT
Back off, Sheriff. I'll snap my
fingers and have this town brimming
with so many protesters you'd think
queers were performing abortions on
Easter.
SHERIFF YOUNG
But, but.
(He composes himself)
Listen, he's done the math.
(MORE)
14.
SHERIFF YOUNG (CONT'D)
He's 14, Anna's 18, we're all older
than that.
ROBERT
I don't understand.
SHERIFF YOUNG
Under state law, part of what it is
included in felony attempted lewd or
lascivious battery is setting up
meetings or using sexually explicit
language with a minor...
ROBERT
I know that - it's the law these
freaks get charged with.
JEFF
Yeah, and it's the law we broke when
Joey entered this house. And he
knows it.
ROBERT
So, in other words...
ROD
We're fucked.
CUT TO:
INT. POLICE CAR - CONTINUOUS
OFFICER JOSEPHS
What do you think they're doing in
there?
OFFICER TELL
Well, they sure as hell ain't playing
cards.
INT. THE DECOY HOUSE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Joey and Anna are playing "War," as the camera crew drink
themselves into a stupor.
JOEY
1, 2, 3, War.
ANNA
Oh! You win again!
Their eyes connect.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Joey, I'm really sorry you got caught
up in this.
JOEY
Me too.
15.
ANNA
But, don't you think you could be a
little easier on Rod and everyone?
They were just trying to do what
they thought was right.
JOEY
I know. It's like, all the boys in
school have already had girlfriends
and made out with them and some got
all the way to 3rd base. I haven't
even kissed a girl.
ANNA
Everyone develops at their own pace.
I didn't go on a date until I was
15.
JOEY
Oh, that can't be true. Look at
you. And all those important people
on TV, like Jamie-Lynn Spears and
her boyfriend. Look at them. And
look at me.
ANNA
Well, but, still...
Rod storms into the room, with Jeff, Robert and the Sheriff
close behind him.
ROD
You don't blackmail me, you piece of
shit. Do you understand me? You're
not in my demographic. You don't
matter to me, not one fucking bit.
ANNA
Whoa!
ROD
Get out of here. Go home. Take
your fucking bike. Here's $1000, go
get ten more. Just leave.
JOEY
I can't.
JEFF
Listen, son, it's alright. You can
leave, we can pretend this thing
never happened.
JOEY
I told all the guys in my class. I
was going to lose my virginity
tonight.
CUT TO:
16.
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN IN DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS
Matt and Ross watch the monitors. They both stifle laughs.
Then Ross notices the progress of his chat.
ROSS
Ah, Wally signed off!
CUT TO
INT. THE DECOY HOUSE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
JOEY
They'll know if I'm lying. I can't
go back unless it happens. And, you
can't send me back. I'm sorry, but
I know how this works. This could
be really bad for you. My dad is a
lawyer, I understand the law here.
SHERIFF YOUNG
Alright, alright, let's calm down.
It's a little premature to be talking
about lawyers.
JOEY
And, and, I'm in love.
All the heads turn to Anna.
ANNA
What?
JOEY
I love you.
CUT TO:
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN IN DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS
Matt continues to watch the live feed from the house.
MATT
This is some fucked up shit here.
ROSS
Hell yes.
The camera reveals that Ross is watching a dog pageant.
CUT TO:
INT. THE DECOY HOUSE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
JEFF
Joey, what would it take for you to
go home and keep quiet about this?
ANNA
Is EIB offering to bribe this kid?
17.
ROD
Absolutely not. The views and
opinions expressed by Jeff, myself,
and the fine crew of To Save A Child -
The camera crew, thoroughly drunk, burp in acknowledgement.
ROD (CONT'D)
Do not in any way represent or reflect
the positions or policies of the
Excellence in Broadcasting Network.
JOEY
Her. I want her.
Jeff looks from Anna to Joey a few times; an idea is brewing.
JEFF
Anna?
ANNA
Forget it.
Joey looks down, hurt.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Joey, I'm sorry. You're a really
nice kid, but -
SHERIFF YOUNG
But she's 18, and you're 14, and
that's a felony.
ANNA
But I have a boyfriend.
Now, all the older men look down and curse under their breath.
ROD
Can I say something? As some of you
may know, I used to host a little
show called Press Your Luck. And,
we had an incident after one of our
first shows...the buzzer malfunctioned
for one of the contestants. It was
a blow-out. Only, we didn't realize
the problem until after the show.
Well, we couldn't revoke the prize,
I mean, the guy won his extended
stay in Atlantic City and he was
damn well determined to enjoy his 4
days and 3 nights, not to mention
the set of stainless steel cookware
with built-in clock radio. But, the
other contestant was really upset.
She was going to talk to Entertainment
Tonight! We'd only been on a week!
It would've killed us.
18.
JEFF
So?
ROD
So...so we gave them both trips to
Atlantic City.
JOEY
I don't want to go to Atlantic City.
The casinos smell like my grandpa
and one time I found a needle on the
beach.
ANNA
And I don't want any cookware.
ROD
No, I would think not. But what do
you want, Anna?
ANNA
I don't know. To be an actress.
ROD
An actress? Like the ones on a show
called Lawyers and Cops?
ANNA
Oh my god, yes.
SHERIFF YOUNG
Man, I love that show. That sound
effect. You know the one, bum bum.
Bum bum.
ROD
(to Joey and Anna)
Why don't you two come with me?
Suddenly, the door to the outside opens. WALLY, a fifty-
year-old man with a tight t-shirt, too-short shorts, and big
square glasses, enters. He holds a box of chocolates, a box
of condoms, handcuffs, and the Lord of the Rings DVDs. The
kitchen falls to a hush as he looks across the room.
WALLY
Oh...is there a line?
A beat. The Sheriff tackles him.
WALLY (CONT'D)
I just wanted to meet Rod!
On the sound of Wally getting whacked in the head we -
FADE TO BLACK.
19.
FADE IN:
EXT. A DIFFERENT ROW OF SUBURBAN MCMANSIONS - TWILIGHT
It is the end of winter; trees are beginning to grow leaves
again. Outside the middle house in this row of three, there
is a basketball net in the driveway, a bicycle next to it
and a black Lexus SUV with license plate "BROKHRD" parked
against the garage.
JASON (O.S.)
Tell us about it again.
GEORGE (O.S.)
Yeah! Come on!
CUT TO:
INT. THE BROCKMAN RESIDENCE BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS
Misfits JASON and GEORGE, both 14 and nerdy enough to be
Joey's friends, sit in his basement with him, watching
television. They pester him for details about his big score.
JOEY
Well, she said "I love you."
GEORGE
Right at the beginning?!
JASON
Then what?
JOEY
You know, nothing, we were making
out, and then she took my hand and
moved it under her shirt. No big
deal.
GEORGE
No way!
JASON
And then?!
JOEY
And then - wait, I want to see this.
All attention turns toward the television in front of them.
The show's title - Lawyers and Cops - bold red and blue
lettering on black background flashes on the screen. The
camera moves in on the action, framed within the TV screen.
CUT TO:
EXT. SHIPPING YARD - DAYTIME -- AFTERNOON
Two grizzled, worn detectives, YAWLEY and McLEAN, are led
through a crime scene by the shift supervisor, a bald, older
Polish man named POLARSKI. It is a rainy, miserable day.
20.
POLARSKI
One of da guys found her after he
clocked in. She fell out of a crate.
YAWLEY
Think she could've come in off a
ship?
POLARSKI
Doubt it. We take the lids off before
we unload 'em, make sure the goddamn
Greeks ain't cheatin' us.
YAWLEY
Any idea how long she could-a been
inside?
POLARSKI
Sure as hell wasn't here when I
clocked out last night.
MCLEAN
Yeah, they tend to show up after
closing time. Who found her?
POLARSKI
Hey, Czerwinski, come here, deese
guys are NYPD.
CZERWINSKI shuffles over, played (poorly) by Sheriff Young.
CZERWINSKI
I come in around 9. 9:15 maybe. I
see crate not where belong. I pick
up with lift and girl fall out. I
don't know, dead, not dead, I call
police.
MCLEAN
Yeah, well, she's dead now.
YAWLEY
And it wasn't seasickness that killed
her either.
The camera pans down to the girl. Though her body is bruised
and bloody and the clothes she is wearing are torn, the
actress playing her is unmistakable - it is Anna Logan. On
the blaring sounds of the show's distinctive "Bum bum," we -
CUT TO BLACK.
THE END.