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This story was originally published back in 2020 on RU. It was one of my first attempts at a Screenplay format. The story has been edited for formatting purposes, since every board is different.
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Title of the Story
“CCPD: LESSONS IN BADASSITUDE”
By
Lt. Broccoli
FADE IN:
INT. CAPT. JENKINS OFFICE - MORNING
A middle-aged light-skinned black woman, CAPT. JANELLA
JENKINS, sits behind a desk in a cramped office in the
Chester County Police Department. She is dressed in
business attire. On her desk sits a stack of papers to her
right, a laptop computer directly in front of her, a phone
to her left, and a nameplate that reads “CAPTAIN JANELLA
JENKINS” at the front of the desk.
All but one wall of the office has glass windows covered in
blinds. The wall behind her has various photos and awards
on it.
In front of her desk are two chairs, currently empty.
There is a KNOCK at the door.
JANELLA
Come.
The door opens. It is DETECTIVE GEORGE LEWIS. He is a
white, bald man in his late 40’s with a reddish mustache,
wearing a dress shirt and tie.
GEORGE
Cappy.
Janella rolls her eyes.
JANELLA
What is it, George?
George enters the office, carrying a few photos. He is
followed by his partner, DETECTIVE XAVIER ‘X’ HARRISON.
Xavier is a mountain of a man, standing at least 6’6” tall
and built like an NFL lineman. His dark black skin looks
even darker in his navy blue suit.
The two men enter and sit down in the chairs. George sits
on the left side, X on the right. George wants to sit on
X’s good side, the side he can mostly hear out of.
George hands the phots over to Janella. They are
surveillance pictures of a white man in his 20’s or 30’s.
JANELLA
What am I looking at?
GEORGE
The perp in the Stephanie Taylor home
invasion rape. I’m going to take the
newbie here over to sketch today to see if
we can get a composite.
Janella thumbs through the photos, paying close attention
to the man in them.
JANELLA
Go on.
GEORGE
X had a crazy theory that panned out. The
guy who attacked her wasn’t the same guy
who set it up. There was too much
weirdness with the events for it to be
someone she knew. He called it, what was
that X?
X
(Shouting)
Vicarious Rape!
GEORGE
Yeah, vicarious rape.
Janella looks at George with a look of confusion.
GEORGE
Think ‘Strangers on a Train’, but for
rape.
JANELLA
Got it. Walk me through what you’ve got.
GEORGE
You want this, X?
X
(Shouting)
No, thanks!
GEORGE
We went over the file, tracked down Ms.
Taylor at her old workplace. We’d walked
right past her on the way in. After
giving her manager my unlabeled card, I
received a call from Stephanie. We met
her at an MMA gym across the street.
JANELLA
MMA?
X
(Shouting)
She’s studying Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu for
self-defense!
GEORGE
After meeting with her, we got her story.
She came home on a Saturday night when she
didn’t have work or school and was
repeatedly raped by a man she didn’t
recognize. Stephanie lived on the top
floor of a three-story building with no
elevator and a secured door. The attacker
raped her several times over two hours and
filmed it, going as far as pointing out
the camera and performing for it.
JANELLA
He recorded this?
GEORGE
Yep. After the rape, he left her tied up
in her apartment to some furniture but
with ways of getting out nearby. He hid
her cell phone in the bathroom and left
her there, telling her to count to 100.
After she counted, she eventually freed
herself and spent the next couple days in
her apartment alone. One of the
neighbors, a Mrs. Harnaty...
X
(Shouting)
Hanraty, Edith Hanraty!
GEORGE
Right. Mrs. Hanraty called the police for
a welfare check when she didn’t see
Stephanie come out of her apartment for a
couple days. The building has a security
door and assigned parking spots. There
was no sign of forced entry on the door.
We discovered all of this when we visited
the building yesterday.
JANELLA
Now what about these pictures? These the
same man?
GEORGE
Same man. The building, Winter Garden
Apartments, has a secure door system and
some cameras in the parking lot and lobby.
One of the cameras in the lot is down and
has been for months. The owner didn’t
want to pay for keeping video on the cloud
so after 3 months we get 1 frame per
second. From talking to X’s cousin, we
found out...
JANELLA
Wait, what about your cousin?
X
(Shouting)
Marlene Huska, building manager! Turns
out we’re related; her brother married my
aunt!
GEORGE
From what Marlene told us, she worked that
day but only until noon. Stephanie came
home from work at 4:30PM, and the attack
lasted a couple hours. We narrowed our
search down from noon until Stephanie came
home. Around 2:30PM, we saw this man in
the pictures. In the first picture, he’s
dressed as a delivery driver. In the
second, he’s coming down after the attack.
In the last one, he’s outside facing away
from the camera lighting up a smoke. He
thought he was out of range so he took his
hat off. The hat is from a pizza shop
across town.
JANELLA
A pizza guy?
X
(Shouting)
A guy dressed as a pizza guy!
GEORGE
He knew where he was going. He had a key
made to get in. He had the building
access codes. He had a rape kit in his
own bag. Even with having all of the info
and a key, how does he just walk right
into a building without some nebby
neighbor getting suspicious?
JANELLA
Dress like a delivery man.
GEORGE
Exactly.
JANELLA
Why not someone else like a mailman or
Amazon guy?
GEORGE
They’d go to the office and leave. A
pizza delivery guy, or Uber Eats, or any
of those services would call at the door
but could easily get buzzed in, or be
given the code, or have some helpful
neighbor open the door for them.
Janella looks over the pictures again.
JANELLA
If he’s the attacker, who set her up?
How’d he get him to go along?
GEORGE
That’s the million-dollar question.
Stephanie gave us a list of creeps she
knows, and we’ll look into them. Most
were from her work at Beefy’s, and that’s
where we’re focusing on.
JANELLA
Why her co-workers? You said she went to
class, too.
GEORGE
She was working full time and going to
school full time. She didn’t have time.
Her work schedule was set up around her
school schedule. Also, whomever set her
up had access to her apartment key and
code box. He could have been a classmate,
or even some random stranger, but they
wouldn’t have as much access to her purse
and schedule. They’d need access to her
purse to get her apartment key. A pic
with a phone and they could use that to
make a copy. Get the room code or
building code from her, another room, or
online.
JANELLA
So, you now have two suspects, one of
which was obscuring his face from the
camera and, let me guess, wearing a mask
the whole time, and another that could be
a creepy co-worker or some random asshole.
How do they know each other?
George shrugged his shoulders.
GEORGE
Not a clue. They may not even know each
other. Or they could be best friends.
I’m leaning towards strangers on a train,
or some weird website. But it’s not a
complete dead end.
JANELLA
How so?
GEORGE
We’ve probably run into this guy before
but didn’t realize it. He was too
professional, too methodic for a rookie.
He waited in her apartment out of sight
until she pulled into a specific spot,
then moved behind her door with a stun gun
and a gag. He zip tied her and subdued
her before she knew what was going on. He
brought a fucking rape kit that had
everything he needed. Nothing was stolen.
He methodically cleaned up after himself.
This is Dexter for getting his dick wet.
There’s no way he hasn’t shown up before.
JANELLA
You’re going to go to Sketch and ask them
to make a composite, put this out there,
and see if we get lucky.
GEORGE
Pretty much. Also check with the pizza
place on the hat. Giorgio’s. I’m
guessing they sell merch online and in the
store. They’re located in Greenville, not
exactly near Cornwall. We can look
through previous cases, see if anything
pops up.
JANELLA
Do what you can here, but don’t fall
behind on the new cases, either.
Dismissed.
GEORGE
Got it Cappy.
Janella cringes.
X
(Shouting)
Thanks Cappy!
George and X stand up. Janella stares at X.
JANELLA
Detective Harrison.
Janella waits until she has X’s full, undivided attention.
JANELLA
Don’t. Ever. Call. Me. Cappy. Understood?
X looks like he’s about to speak.
JANELLA
Detective Lewis calls me Cappy because one
time I told him that hated being called
that 6 years ago, and he’s called me that
ever since. He does that on purpose to
get under my skin. He’s a jerk, but he’s
our jerk.
X showed some confusion.
JANELLA
Pay attention to how he works, what he
does to close cases, how he follows up on
leads, all of the stuff about being a cop.
But don’t do what he does when dealing
with other people. In fact, do the
opposite. There’s a reason he’s been in
this department for 14 years instead of
moving up the Chain of Command.
GEORGE
Because I don’t want your job.
JANELLA
Detective Harrison, pay attention to what
he does and why he does things, but see
also what he shouldn’t do. You’ll pick it
up over time. Now go, get out.
GEORGE
Sure thing, Cappy!
The men leave the office. Janella shakes her head.
INT. GRAPHICS DEPARTMENT – DAY
George and X enter a room that looks like a computer lab at
an Art College. Mac desktops, modeling clay, whiteboards
along every wall, the works. A few people sit at the 6
computer stations. One of them is KAT, a younger, bigger
woman dressed in all black with purple hair down to her
waist.
GEORGE
Hey Kat. Got a ball of yarn for ya.
Kat rolls her eyes, not moving them from the computer.
KAT
What now?
GEORGE
Wondering if you can put together a
composite sketch based on some video
stills and a witness statement?
KAT
Did you send me the pics?
GEORGE
Not yet. Also, wanted to show the newb
where to go.
KAT
Newb, what newb?
Kat turns to see the mountain of a man that is Xavier.
X
(Shouting)
Hello, Xavier Harrison!
X scares Kat with his yelling as he extends his hand. She
tentatively takes it and shakes it, his hand dwarfing hers.
KAT
H,Hi. I’m Kat.
GEORGE
We’ve got a perp for a rape case, a series
of surveillance pics and a witness
statement. He wore a mask during the
attack, but she said he had brown eyes.
George handed her the pics he was holding. She looked at
them.
KAT
Please tell me you have digital versions
of these?
GEORGE
Yes, Kat. I’m old, but I’m not that old.
KAT
Anything else? Not a lot to go on, here.
X
(Shouting)
Victim said he was taller than George, so
between 5’9” to 5’11” and was skinny but
fit, no tattoos!
KAT
I’m sorry, but what’s up with the
screaming?
Kat shied away from X as he talked, preventing him from
seeing her mouth. X looked to George. George mimicked a
screaming motion with his mouth. X nodded.
X
(Shouting)
Little deaf right now, ear is constantly
ringing! Sorry!
KAT
That-that’s okay.
Kat turns to George again.
KAT
Let me guess, you’d like this yesterday?
GEORGE
A few months ago when the attack happened,
but whenever you can. We’ve got him on
this case but the way he acted tells me
he’s done this before. Too professional
and calm for a first-timer.
KAT
What’s the case ID? I can get the pics
and info from the server.
GEORGE
Umm... X, you got the case ID?
X doesn’t pull out his notes or anything, but recites it
from memory.
X
(Shouting)
Sierra Michael Tango 0 7 6 2 3 7 Dash 1!
George nods in approval as he checks his notes he scribbled
down on a small notepad. Kat navigates around for a moment
until she finds the file.
KAT
There it is, Stephanie Taylor Home
Invasion Sexual Assualt. Got it, thanks.
I’ll see what I can do.
GEORGE
Thanks Kat.
X
(Shouting)
Nice to meet you!
KAT
You too.
The men turn and head to leave while Kat opens the various
flagged pictures in the case folder.
George turns to X as they walk.
GEORGE
I want to follow up on that hat today.
I’m wondering if they sell them to anyone
or if that’s only given to employees. And
why that store? Any specific reason or
just available?
X
(Shouting)
Might be a big fan of the food!
GEORGE
Another good point. That tells me he’s
either local to Giorgio’s in Greenville,
used to work there or is a fan, or went
out of his way to cover his trail. If
he’s as good as I think he is, the third
option is on the table. Feel like pizza
for lunch?
X
(Shouting)
I’m gonna get fat working with you!
GEORGE
That’s the spirit.
George slapped X on his back.
EXT. GIORGIO’S PIZZERIA – DAY
George and X pull the maroon Ford Police Interceptor SUV
into the parking lot of a small strip mall. There is a
Yoga studio, an Indian market, and Giorgio’s Pizzeria. The
two men, wearing their suit coats, walk up to the door and
open it.
INT. GIORGIO’S PIZZERIA – DAY
An older man with thin grey hair wearing a white t-shirt
and a white apron stands behind the counter. He wears a
nametag that says JOHNNY on it. Johnny is setting up the
prep station when the door opens. X and George enter the
restaurant.
JOHNNY
Sorry, not open yet, be about 15 minutes.
George pulls out his badge. X does the same.
GEORGE
That’s fine. We’ll order something after,
but mind if I ask some questions? George
Lewis, Chester County Police Department.
This is my partner, Xavier Harrison.
Johnny eyes the badges and gives the detectives a once
over.
JOHNNY
Sure, but I gotta get ready before the
shift starts.
GEORGE
That’s fine, I can talk while you get prep
done.
George takes a quick look around the restaurant. There’s a
menu board, some booths and tables, and a stack of pizza
boxes next to a Coke display fridge. He sees by the menu
board a collection of clothing. Shirts, hoodies, and hats,
all with the Giorgio’s name and logo on them.
GEORGE
I see you guys sell some clothing. Any of
that popular?
Johnny grabs some vegetables to slice and chop, answering
without raising his head.
JOHNNY
Not really. Might sell one or two shirts
a month, a hat maybe once a month, but
that’s mostly to a driver that forgot
theirs at home.
GEORGE
How long you been selling those for?
JOHNNY
A few years. These things are cheaper to
buy in bulk and last forever if you don’t
use them. Why you asking about our hats?
GEORGE
My partner and I are investigating a
potential break-in. There was a
suspicious person walking around, and the
statement said someone wearing one of your
hats was seen in the area. Normally I’d
say they were just delivering a pizza, but
I’m willing to bet you don’t deliver on
the other side of the city, all the way
out in Cornwall.
Johnny’s still chopping veggies.
JOHNNY
What’d they look like?
GEORGE
White guy, skinny but in good shape,
wearing a red jacket. Short dark hair,
maybe had brown eyes. They were a little
taller than me, so about 5’9” or so. Mid
to late 20’s, maybe early 30’s at the
most. He might be a smoker. Anyone work
here fitting that description?
Johnny’s still chopping veggies.
JOHNNY
Nope, not now. Doesn’t sound like anyone
that’s been here for a while.
GEORGE
How many people work here?
Johnny finally looks up.
JOHNNY
I’ve got maybe a dozen guys and gals that
work here. Almost all of us are older.
The youngest cook I’ve got is in his 40’s,
and he’s my cousin. I’ve got half a dozen
drivers that work throughout the week, and
a few that only work on weekends. None of
them fit that description.
GEORGE
Sound like anyone that used to work here?
JOHNNY
Not anymore. No one sticks out like that.
Look, Officer, this is a pizza shop. If
ya last here a week, ya end up working
here a year. There’s a lot of younger
people that burn through here, but most
don’t last and aren’t worth remembering.
It’s just the way it goes.
GEORGE
Makes sense. Used to work in a place like
this when I was younger, I know what you
mean.
George looks at the menu for a bit.
GEORGE
Too early to order something for lunch?
JOHNNY
Nah, it’ll be a few minutes, though. And
it has to be cash if you wanna pay before
10AM, card system is a pain in the ass and
I wait until my nephew comes in to set it
up.
GEORGE
Okay, two steak salads, one with ranch one
with light Italian. Two bottles of Coke.
JOHNNY
Fries on them or on the side?
GEORGE
On.
JOHNNY
Gimme a few.
George walked away from the counter to X.
GEORGE
Catch that?
X nodded.
EXT. GIORGIO’S PIZZERIA – DAY
George and X left the restaurant, carrying their salads and
drinks. They climb into the car and pull out of the
parking lot.
INT. POLICE INTERCEPTOR – DAY
George drives the Interceptor. The sound of the CB Radio
serves as background noise. X takes a drink of his soda.
GEORGE
Just like I thought, not getting much luck
here.
X
(Shouting)
Might have to come back when we get a
picture to show him.
GEORGE
Probably. Wouldn’t surprise me at all if
our perp just happened to be a customer.
George drives for a moment, looking like he’s trying
to think of something, but not sure how to say it.
GEORGE
That theory about the vicarious rapes, I
think it’s solid. Crazy, but solid. It
got me thinking, we might be in a
Strangers on a Train situation. Remember
that movie? It’s an old Hitchcock film.
X
(Shouting)
Nope! Never seen it!
GEORGE
It’s an old film. Two guys meet on a
train and start bitching about how much
the women in their lives are pissing them
off and they talk about killing them, but
they can’t because they would each be the
main suspect. The crazy one says “Hey, we
don’t know each other. I’ll kill your
bitch, you kill my bitch. That way the
cops won’t know what happened.” The first
guy thinks this is a joke until the woman
in his life dies, and this crazy fuck
shows up demanding that he hold up his end
of the bargain.
X
(Shouting)
Wait, that’s THROW MOMMA FROM THE TRAIN!
GEORGE
They mention the Hitchcock film in that
movie.
X
(Shouting)
Great movie, Danny DeVito directs some
funny shit! Death to Smoochie is one of
my favorites!
GEORGE
Back on target, X. So, I was thinking,
what if we’re looking at a similar
situation here? What if we’re dealing
with some kind of organized rape deal, and
that’s what they get out of it? Our
professional rapist is just more
experienced, and raped Stephanie Taylor
because someone made an offer for him?
X
(Shouting)
Like you rape my girl, I rape yours?!
GEORGE
Exactly. But then I get hung up on the
logistics of this. There’s no way that
both of these guys aren’t local. They
have to both be from nearby, or be able to
get to Harbor City quickly. Look at
Stephanie and her schedule. The setup man
had to know her schedule ahead of time,
and fast food joints are always changing
shit at the last minute. This couldn’t be
a text at 2PM saying “She’s off, can you
fly in from New York or drive in from
Humdinger?” He might have a week or two
notice, tops. Even that could change at
the last minute. What if she said at work
that she was going to her parent’s place
instead this weekend, or she was inviting
a few people over for a party?
X
(Shouting)
That’d kill the whole plan!
GEORGE
Exactly. Imagine how big of a shitshow
it’d become if she brought some guy home
and she gets tazed and attacked as soon as
she opened the door. Perp wouldn’t know
whether to scratch his watch or wind his
ass. Only way he gets to know when to
attack is that he’s fed info from someone
at the store. And what would they get out
of this, just a video to jerk off to?
Where’s the risk for the setup man? He
has none. You ever work undercover?
X
(Shouting)
Nope! Kind of hard to hide when you’re
this big and black!
GEORGE
Years ago, I did a little undercover
stuff, didn’t like it. Most of it was
more spying than anything else, but one
case was trying to do some undercover drug
deals. I’m too straight laced for that
kind of work, but even nerds do drugs.
The dealer gets all kinds of weird because
I wasn’t fucked up when I went to see him.
I told him it was because I ain’t got no
shit, that’s why I’m sober. He demands I
do a line with him, and I ask him why. He
said it was because his lawyer friend said
that cops aren’t allowed to do drugs, so
if I did some with him, I couldn’t be a
cop.
X
(Shouting)
What the fuck!?!
GEORGE
Exactly. Worst legal advice ever. But to
shut him up, I share a couple lines with
him. A few months later at his trial, he
loses his shit when I’m on the stand and
tell the jury about him making me do a
line of cocaine to assuage his fears.
Anyway, that got me thinking about this
deal. It’s probably two way, like
Strangers on a Train. What risk does the
perp have to rape a complete stranger if
the setup man doesn’t have a similar risk?
And aside from getting to rape a cute
girl, what’s in it for the perp? Nothing
but extra risk. This kind of skill and
precision doesn’t come cheap, and everyone
involved that's likely to set her up is
poor. What skin in the game does the
setup man have?
X thought for a moment, sipping on his Diet Coke.
X
(Shouting)
The risk is all one-sided! Unless the
setup man was recorded or the messages
tracked! But that’s bad op sec!
GEORGE
Exactly. Which brings up another
question? Where does someone order a rape
on demand? There’s bound to be some place
on the internet, but they’d have to be
local like I said. Chatting on phones and
texts is dangerous, and it’s easier than
people think to crack those apps like
Signal or Telegram, but the paranoia of
the way the perp acted by the cameras
makes me think that he wouldn’t just use
any old cell phone to text stuff out. Nor
could they use something like Facebook or
Craigslist to organize this.
X
(Shouting)
You think they’re friends?!
GEORGE
I don’t know. I don’t think so.
Stephanie was adamant that she didn’t know
who this guy was and never heard his voice
before. But if this perp has done this
before, and knew how to act, he would’ve
known something about her beforehand.
That’s where the setup man comes. But the
setup man and perp didn’t know each other,
at least not close friends. Some kind of
mutual acquaintance, or group they
belonged to, put them in touch.
X
(Shouting)
You think there’s more out there?!
GEORGE
I’m fucking betting on it. Problem is, we
may never hear about them. Think about
the stats. 1 out of 10 rapes get reported
to the cops. It’s not like a murder club
where bodies show up and people go
missing. Only reason we got called in for
Stephanie was her nosy neighbor and
Cornwall PD didn’t want to do the legwork.
We’d have to get real fucking lucky to get
another case like this. Still, let’s
check out the old files, and the rumors to
see if there were anything that fit the
bill.
George and X continue to drive.
EXT. CHESTER COUNTY POLICE DEPARTMENT – DAY
George and X pull their car into the parking lot and walk
into the building.
X
(Shouting)
What’s next?!
GEORGE
We look at some old cases. Looking for
anything that might fit this pattern.
Videotaped rape, home invasions, unknown
assailants hiding phones or pulling the
count to 100 game. Anything with similar
actions, or a similar perp.
George and X enter the building.
INT. SEX CRIMES BULLPEN - DAY
George and X sit in a windowless conference room large
enough to fit a dozen people around a rectangular table.
Along the walls are whiteboards. 4 filing cabinets line
the long wall opposite the door. 3 large whiteboards line
that wall, each with various names and dates written on
them. The boards say ‘FRESH & NEW’, ‘CURRENT’, ‘COLD &
TRANSFER’, indicating the type of cases on each board. A
projector hangs from the middle of the ceiling, facing one
end of the room. A rolling AV cart sits at the other end
of room.
George and X enter the bullpen.
GEORGE
3 boards, 4 cabinets. Fresh, Current,
Cold, and Rumors. Where do you want to
start?
X thought for a moment before responding.
X
(Shouting)
I’ll start new! I can check those on the
server while you dig through paper reports
like the old man you are!
GEORGE
Ouch. Start digging through the new cases
newbie. Remember, we’re not working them,
just looking for some keywords.
George walked over to the last filing cabinet. X pulled up
his laptop and logged into the server.
Time passes. What was once late morning has given way to
later in the afternoon, but it’s hard to tell with no
windows to track the changes of the sun.
Both men sit at the conference table. X stares at his
computer screen. George has a pile of folders set aside
and some random notebooks filled with interview details.
George looks like he’s ready smack his head off of the desk
just to stay awake. X raptly stares at his screen.
X
Hmm...
George looks to X.
GEORGE
Hmm? What’s hmm?
X
(Shouting)
One sec, let me project this.
X clicks a few buttons on his laptop, and the projector
comes to life. On the whiteboard at the end of the room,
the files that X saved spring to life.
George starts to read, then realizes he can’t see the
screen and stands up to move closer to get a better look.
GEORGE
What’s this?
X
(Shouting)
I started the search looking through cases
that came directly into us! That was a
waste, since almost nothing comes to us
except little towns with no local cops!
After expanding the search and going back
many years, I’ve found several that fit
this pattern!
GEORGE
What’s the pattern?
X
(Shouting)
Perp recorded a rape, home invasion with
no robbery, perp covering their face or
hiding their identities, perp hiding
phones or threatening the victims.
George strokes his chin.
GEORGE
That’s a lot of variables.
X
(Shouting)
I know. I got a couple thousand cases
over the last 20 years! But after
searching for a moment, I started
thinking, they’d have to hit more than one
of these to fit, and the video is the most
important part! I threw out anything from
the search that didn’t have some type of
recording! That narrowed the list! After
a while, a pattern showed up and I flagged
about 50 cases that fit what I was looking
for!
GEORGE
50?! Jesus tapdancing Christ.
X
(Shouting)
Some of them have got to be false
positives, so I looked through a few of
them! I ruled out the solved cases, cause
if they were in some kind of rape group
we’d have heard about it by now! I also
ruled out the cases where the victim was
taken somewhere else, like a kidnapping!
Not completely ruling them out, but that’s
not our pattern! I’m down to 20 over the
last decade!
George just stood there for a moment, looking that the
projected screen.
GEORGE
Fuck. Even at a best-case scenario, 20
reported cases probably means we’re
looking at 200 cases over the last decade,
at least. 20 a year. That’s too many for
one man.
X
(Shouting)
Try a couple dozen men and women! The
reports on the attackers range from 1 guy
or girl to several mixed together,
sometimes one victim other times
multiples, sometimes no violence,
sometimes a lot of beating, sometimes no
bondage or drugs, other times they find
out when they get a video sent to them.
It’s all over the place. But they all
have a rape being performed at their homes
on video with little to nothing being
stolen, and phones being hidden at the end
of the day!
GEORGE
Any patterns to locations, time of year,
day of the week?
X
(Shouting)
Not a big one! Seeing a lot of calls from
in and around Collegetown, but it’s spread
all around! Some fancy houses, some
apartments in Oakville, got a project from
Heartland, and some shit down in Veneto!
Some had a person of interest that was
known to the victim, but they always had
an alibi! A couple names showed up two or
three times, but they always checked out!
GEORGE
How so?
X
(Shouting)
Out of town, obvious alibi, didn’t fit the
description, just knew the victim a little
but gave them a creepy vibe! That kind of
stuff! Each time the local PD or even us
would investigate, there were never any
leads!
George looked at the screen for a moment while stroking his
chin.
GEORGE
Do we have descriptions of the witnesses
or interviewees that come up multiple
times?
X
You thinking what I think you’re
thinking?!
GEORGE
That the witnesses that come up multiple
times set these women up to raped, and did
so for the benefit of raping other women
around the same time frame. Like it was a
fantasy football trade.
X pulled up some of his records and looked through the
files for some names.
X
(Shouting)
I got 3 names! Raymond Hibberton, James
Lincoln, Colin Smith! Raymond is in his
late 50’s, early 60’s, professor at
Chester County Community College where a
few students and TA’s were raped! James
Lincoln is in his 40’s, now 50’s, was a
manager at a Walmart where two cashiers
were assaulted in their homes, and Colin
Smith is a white male in his late 30’s
that worked as a bartender at a few
different places around Collegetown!
GEORGE
So, we’ve got a professor, a store
manager, and a bartender. Any priors?
X pulled up another file on screen. This one showed the
face of an older man with a gray beard and mustache.
X
(Shouting)
The professor had a DUI a few years back
that was pleaded down in court to avoid
jailtime and let him keep his job! The
bartender had a couple traffic tickets and
one simple assault against a patron that
got a little rough! The Walmart manager
is clean!
GEORGE
The victims with the bartender, how well
did he know them?
X pulled the files up on screen and looked through them at
blazing speed.
X
(Shouting)
Barely! He shows up the most but each
time he was the last bartender to serve
them before they were attacked at home!
He never describes seeing anything strange
or out of the ordinary with them! He
shows up in 5 different files over 10
years, but never more than twice at the
same place! Never describes too much
about the women, acts like he barely
remembers them! Each attack had different
attackers, though!
GEORGE
He could be the set-up man. I’m not too
concerned about the 4 jobs in a decade,
but I wouldn’t put it past him that if we
had 5 reported rapes involving him then
there were a lot more, and he left when
the getting was good. Anything crazy
mentioned about the ID’s?
X
(Shouting)
Now, that you mention it, one of the women
said he had an issue with it earlier, said
he had to do some extra scanning with it
under the UV but nothing too crazy! What
you getting at?!
George stood silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
GEORGE
Look at all three of these men. They’re
in positions where they have access to
personal information. The professor can
pull up information from the registrar on
students such as addresses on and off
campus. The Walmart manager has access to
payroll and HR info, as well as schedules.
The bartender has access to ID’s when he
cards them. They all have access to info
to set up a rape for someone else in the
group. And each of them had a good alibi
or reason not to be involved in the
attacks. This matches up with some of the
stuff I found in the rumor notes.
George turns and grabs a notebook off of the table and
flips through it. He turns back to the screen.
GEORGE
Every so often I’d run across an attack
that fit these descriptions, but for some
reason or another they never pressed
charges. Usually out of fear of reprisal
or being labeled a victim or just wanting
to move on. Most of them were repeats of
Stephanie Taylor. Woman comes home, runs
into an invader or two who subdue her,
then tie her up and rapes her while
recording it. I’m seeing tales like this
going back to the late 90’s, but nothing
substantial. On the rare case the victim
pressed charges, it almost always went
nowhere.
George taps his notepad a couple times.
GEORGE
There’s a case here, X. A really big
case. Problem is, we’d have to get very
lucky to break it. Like, catch one of the
rapists in the middle of trying to pull
off an attack and get them to flip or make
them take us undercover. That’s our only
chance.
X
(Shouting)
How many people you think are involved?!
GEORGE
20 cases a year tells me this isn’t just a
couple people, but more. And the fact
that these are local cases tells me that
we’re dealing with at least 10 but less
than 50. Probably in the 20-30 range of
active members, but could be a lot more
cheering them on from the sidelines.
X
(Shouting)
How you get that number?
GEORGE
Mostly out of thin air, but let’s say a
serial rapist in this group performs once
every season. Any more and they risk
getting caught. It could be as few as 5,
but we’re seeing reports of multiple
people at some of these, right? That
tells me teams or friends taking part.
Plus, it takes a long time to get enough
info on a woman to set her up for this
kind of attack. Figure a lot of these
guys might be one and dones. Once they
set up a sister-in-law or cousin or
friend, everyone else in their friend
group would hear something and lock shit
down. Let’s say the average member sets
up one woman a year, partakes in one or
two attacks a year, with at least 20
attacks that puts us in the 20-30 range.
Could be more, could be less. And like I
said, doesn’t count for alumni of Club
Rape.
X
(Shouting)
Where do we go from here?!
GEORGE
Keep looking through the records, see if
anything comes in on a future case, talk
to IT about the infrastructure of this,
and talk to Stephanie about her co-
workers. I’ve got money riding on this
that one of them is a member of this
group. Remember the third rule of Fight
Club, if it’s your first time, you have to
fight.
X
(Shouting)
So everyone in this club is a rapist?!
GEORGE
That’s what I’m going to assume. How’s
someone gonna keep their mouth shut about
seeing this if they don’t have skin in the
game?
George activates the conference room phone and dials the IT
number from memory. The phone rings. A man that sounds
like he’s in his 30’s answers the phone.
ADAM (V.O.)
IT, this is Adam.
GEORGE
Adam, this is George up in the Sex Crimes
Unit.
ADAM (V.O.)
What did you break this time? Did you
turn it off and turn it back on again?
GEORGE
It’s not an IT issue like that. I’ve got
some questions. What would be needed for
someone to set up a hidden website to
share a bunch of videos with, say, 200
people and keep it quiet?
ADAM (V.O.)
A lot of storage, a secured server, VPN
connections, some type of kickass
security, and bandwidth. Also, I’m
assuming if you’re asking this is illegal,
so they’d have to stay pretty hidden so
they can’t advertise or use some web
hosting platform that they don’t have
control over. We talking 200 concurrent
users, or just people with access?
GEORGE
Not sure, just spitballing here. How much
would all that cost?
ADAM (V.O.)
It’s not cheap, but it’s doable.
Especially if this is a small operation
that maintains a tight lock on everything.
The most expensive part is the bandwidth,
followed by the equipment. Everything
else is relatively cheap.
GEORGE
How rich would someone have to be to pull
this off?
ADAM (V.O.)
They’d need money, but not like Bruce
Wayne rich. It all comes down to how much
they’re willing to spend, and how much
data they’re moving.
GEORGE
Let’s say, 2-hour videos.
ADAM (V.O.)
Depending on resolution, 20-30GB. Maybe
more. Storing the video on a web server
is the cheap part. Moving it is
expensive.
GEORGE
What kind of skills would be needed to set
this up?
ADAM (V.O.)
Anyone good with computers, knowledgeable
with computer security, and can either
pull together the funds for paying for the
bandwidth or has some other way of
generating money. It’s not like they
could host this from their home internet.
Well, not really with that many people.
Expensive, but doable.
GEORGE
Okay. Let’s say the site gets set up, how
would you get access to it?
ADAM (V.O.)
George, I can’t answer that question, I
need more info.
GEORGE
Let’s assume that you’re running this
website that hosts illegal videos of a
sexual nature. How would you go about
ensuring that new members don’t get
caught, and don’t rat you out?
ADAM (V.O.)
Hmmm... When you put it like that, I
would make sure that everyone was going
through a VPN, virtual private network.
Think of it like connecting a call through
another call. I’d VPN to a server in,
say, Turkey and that connection would then
route to the client. I’d set up some
scripts that would only allow logins if
they went through the VPN, and would keep
a strict whitelist of users. Nobody not
on the list gets access. It’s easy enough
I could walk you through the steps.
GEORGE
Gee, thanks.
ADAM (V.O.)
Anything else right now?
GEORGE
Nope, that’s it. Later.
ADAM (V.O.)
Bye.
George hangs up the phone. He sits down and looks at X.
X
(Shouting)
So, we think those men aren’t the web
hosts, but just members!
GEORGE
Exactly. I’m not ruling them out, but you
heard Adam. This is expensive enough that
a bartender, a part-time college
professor, and a Walmart manager couldn’t
afford to run this. I’m not discounting
any possible skill, but I’m leaning
towards them just being members.
X
(Shouting)
What’s the plan?!
George sat for a moment.
GEORGE
As soon as we can, we get you a hearing
aid. We put this on the back burner until
we get more information and work cases
where we can put bad people in jail. We
get those names from Stephanie to see if
we get lucky on any of them, and keep an
eye out for anything crazy that comes in.
I don’t know how long it’ll take, but
eventually someone will screw up. It’s
just a matter of time.
George and X stare at the screens for a while. Suddenly,
there is KNOCK at the door.
GEORGE
Who is it?
The door opens. A full-figured woman with long, blonde
hair enters. This is CAROLINE QUEENSTON. She’s wearing a
tight skirt that comes down below the knees, high heels,
and a floral pattern blouse. Her makeup is well done, and
her jewelry gives the impression that she cares about how
she looks.
Caroline sticks her head into the room and looks around,
tentatively.
CAROLINE
Excuse me, are you Detective George Lewis?
GEORGE
Yes, I’m George, that’s X. Who are you
and what do you want?
CAROLINE
I’m Caroline, Caroline Queenston. Captain
Jenkins asked me to find you, said she
wants you in Interrogation B ASAP.
GEORGE
Were those her exact words?
Caroline takes a breath.
CAROLINE
No. She said, and I quote “Tell that
prick to get his ass down to B 10 minutes
ago.”
GEORGE
That’s her. Let’s go. Come on X, you
ever been in the box?
George grabs his coat from a chair. X locks his computer,
both on the login screen and with a cable lock.
X
(Shouting)
No! Not yet!
Caroline jumps a little at X’s screaming. George moves
with surprising alacrity to the door.
GEORGE
First time for everything, let’s roll.
Caroline, after you and fill us in.
Caroline stands still for a moment at George meets her at
the door. In her heels, she’s about as tall as George.
GEORGE
You do know where B’s at, right?
Caroline shakes her head.
CAROLINE
Sorry, this is my first day here.
George sighs. X stands behind George, towering over the
two.
GEORGE
Come on, newbs.
Caroline moves out of the way, allowing George and X to
leave the bullpen.
INT. CCPD HALLWAY – DAY
George, X, and Caroline walk down the hallway. George
takes the lead, putting on his coat. X is behind him to
his right while Caroline walks next to X. George starts
off at a quick pace. X, due to his size, has no problem
keeping up. Caroline, on the other hand, struggles to keep
pace with the detectives.
GEORGE
What do we know?
No one says anything.
GEORGE
Caroline, that’s you.
CAROLINE
Sorry. Attempted 288 on a train.
X
(Shouting)
On a train?!
CAROLINE
Yes, on a train, why are you screaming?
GEORGE
He’s deaf. Like the Amtrack train?
CAROLINE
No, that subway train downtown.
George looks over his shoulder to Caroline quickly before
rounding a corner to the left. The other two follow.
GEORGE
Where’re you from? No one from Harbor
City calls the T the subway or the train.
CAROLINE
I just moved down from Humdinger.
X
(Shouting)
Humdinger? What the hell brings you down
here?!
CAROLINE
My boss took a job here and I transferred
down with him to be his new admin here.
He wanted someone he could trust.
GEORGE
And who’s that?
CAROLINE
Captain, sorry. Deputy Chief Cartier.
George stops in his tracks. The other two nearly barrel
into him.
GEORGE
Wait, you’re the new DC’s secretary?
CAROLINE
Yes. Captain Cartier, sorry, Deputy Chief
Cartier was just hired on to Chester
County last week. Part of his deal was to
bring some people with him, people that he
could trust. I’m one of them. Another officer in this division is the other.
GEORGE
Okay. We’ll go into details later. In
the meantime, let’s go to the box.
George turns around and walks swiftly down the hall.
Caroline and X follow.
GEORGE
You said a 288 on a train? What happened?
CAROINE
Not exactly sure. Perp started molesting
a woman that looked underaged, got a
little too handsy and was arrested on the
train. Sorry, T. Perp resisted arrest,
but the officer subdued them long enough
for backup to arrive. Officer was wearing
street clothes and off duty during the
incident.
George turns another corner and stops in front of a door
with a sign that says “INTERROGATION ROOM B” on it. Beside
that is another door. George knocks on the unmarked door
twice it opens. George scans the room quickly before
walking in.
INT. OBSERVATION ROOM – DAY
George enters the Observation Room. It is dark, with a
two-way security mirror that looks into the interrogation
room. Three people already occupy this room.
Captain Jenkins stands close to the mirror, looking through
it at a chunky white man with a short brown beard and a
brown crew cut as he sits, handcuffed at a table bolted to
the floor. He’s a big man with some cuts and bruises on
his hands and face. He sits stoic.
Two other people stand in the back of the room. One is a
man, wearing blue jeans and a blue ‘Harbor City Whalers’
jacket. He looks like he’s in late 20’s with a high &
tight haircut and a clean-shaven face. He stands about 6
feet tall and has a police badge on a chain around his
neck.
The other person in the back of the room is a petite woman
wearing a green and yellow ‘Humdinger Darts’ hoodie, very
short shorts, and white tennis shoes. Her pale skin and
blue eyes are flushed, red from exertion and tears. Her
brown hair is wavy and long enough to go past her
shoulders. Her makeup was very lightly applied. Her small
stature, skinny legs and hips, and short height of barely 5
feet tall make her look like she’s a young teenager at the
most.
George walks over to Janella Jenkins, staring at the man in
the other room.
GEORGE
What’s going on, Cappy?
JANELLA
Suspect is Charles Reed, age 44. He was
caught molesting a female on the T.
Victim is behind us, named Carly. Charles
couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and
Carly confronted him. Undercover from
Transit Police saw the whole thing, too.
GEORGE
Transit had someone undercover on the T
this morning?
The man at the back of the room, DEREK ANDERSON, spoke up.
DEREK
We’ve had our eyes on him for a while, but
never caught him in the act. He was
always just out of reach or kept his face
out of camera view just well enough to not
identify him. He’s been groping young
women on the train for a long time. Most
of the time we’re lucky if we get a
description, always seems to go after
young women on their own, usually tweens
to late teens, but we’ve received reports
on both sides of that range. Usually
feels an ass or two, maybe squeezes a boob
here and there, but a few times he’s gone
42farther, when he’s feeling extra brave
like he did today.
George takes in what Derek said.
GEORGE
Did he have anything on him?
DEREK
Had a pocketknife and a small concealed
pistol, an HK UPS 9mm compact.
George nods, then turns to Janella.
GEORGE
What happened today?
JANELLA
Ask Carly.
George turned to the young woman standing behind them,
walking closer to her. She leaned against the back wall,
face down. Her cheeks and eyes were red from crying and
her hands, shaking, held a bottle of water.
George walked over to Carly and stood next to her. He
stood there, letting Carly get used to his presence before
talking.
GEORGE
You okay?
Carly doesn’t look towards George, just stares forward.
CARLY
No. No, I’m not okay.
GEORGE
You want to tell us what happened?
CARLY
Not really.
Carly takes a sip of water.
A beat.
Silence fills the room. George stands next to Carly, not
saying anything. He can tell that she’s getting her nerves
up to talk about what happened.
FLASHBACK TO:
INT. SUBWAY TRAIN – DAY
People stand and sit shoulder to shoulder on a crowded
subway train, called the “T”. Carly stands on the T,
holding on to one of the handhold bars. Her young-looking
face stares out the window, aimlessly. She has white
earbuds in her ears, playing music to drown out the
background noise of the crowded subway train.
CARLY (V.O)
I was riding the subway, I guess you call
it the T here in Harbor City. I wanted to
get around the city, check out some shops,
maybe go to a museum, when I feel someone
bump into me.
A robust man bumps into Carly. She shifts her balance, but
holds on to the bar with her left hand. Her right hand is
in her hoodie pouch, holding her phone.
The train goes around another corner, balancing out the
move from earlier. This time, Carly bumps into the man.
Her eyes go wide as she feels something on her butt. It’s
a hand.
The hand rests on Carly’s butt, palm on her right asscheek.
It rests there for a moment.
CARLY (V.O.)
All of a sudden, I feel this hand on my
butt. I try to move away, but it follows
me. The train was crowded, so I didn’t
have anywhere to go.
Carly tries to move, but the passengers are packed in like
sardines.
The hand slowly rubs Carly’s butt for a moment, before it
starts creeping around...
To the front of Carly’s shorts. The large, calloused hand
strokes the front of her jean shorts, petting her privates
over her shorts.
CARLY (V.O.)
This hand moves from my butt to the front
of my jeans, and starts rubbing my pussy.
Then, he pulls me back into him, and I can
feel him against my back. He then tries
to undo my shorts before giving up on the
button.
Carly gets pulled back into this larger man. She can smell
his breath on her neck and feel his hard-on press against
her back. He places his left hand over her left hand on
the grab bar.
The man spends a moment trying to undo the button on her
shorts before giving up on undoing them and instead slides
his large, calloused hand into her underwear.
She looks like she’s about to panic, but then she takes a
deep breath.
CARLY (V.O.)
It didn’t take him long because within a
moment he was finger fucking me.
The man’s hand moves around her pussy, covered from view of
others on the train by her shorts and his girth.
Carly can’t move her head to identify the man. She stares
at the window in front of her, and can make out a distorted
face. The face of Charles Reed.
CARLY (V.O.)
I couldn’t do anything, not there anyway.
I couldn’t fight him off, I couldn’t run,
I couldn’t scream, as much as I wanted to.
All I could do was sit there, wait for
this asshole to finish fingering me, and
try to get out of there in one piece.
INT. OBSERVATION ROOM – DAY
Back in the observation room, Carly’s on the verge of
tears. George puts his hand on her shoulder to console
her. She stands there, not rebuffing him but not
encouraging him either.
GEORGE
You gonna be okay to continue? Need
anything? Want us to call your parents or
guardian?
Carly steps back from George and gives him a look that
could kill. Caroline, on the other side of the room, puts
her hand over her mouth to stifle any laughter. Janella
just grins like a Cheshire cat.
CARLY
Parents?
GEORGE
Yes, parents. Guardian. Who is legally
responsible for you?
Carly looks at him like she’s ready to lose her shit on
him.
CARLY
How old do you think I am? Seriously, how
old do you think I am? What do you think
I do?
George wasn’t exactly sure where this was going. He looked
her up and down one more time.
GEORGE
Honestly, you look like you’re between
12-15. You look young enough that if my
son brought you home, I’d ask why he
brought home a girl this young.
CARLY
You. Mother. Fucker.
GEORGE
I’m sorry. 16 then?
Caroline can barely contain the laughter. Everyone but X
is either hiding a laugh or grinning ear to ear as George
digs his own grave.
CARLY
I’m 23. Fuck you, you fucking fossil!
GEORGE
23? On what planet, Mercury?
Janella steps forward just as Carly gets in George’s face
as she pulls a wallet out of her hoodie pouch.
CARLY
(Shouting)
Read this, Assaholus Rex! Or are you so
fucking old that your eyes don’t work?!
JANELLA
(Laughing)
Enough. Enough. It’s time for proper
introductions. Detective George Lewis,
Chester County Police Department, Sex
Crimes Unit. Meet. Meet Officer Carly
Graspper, Detective, Chester County Police
Department, Sex Crimes Unit.
George takes a good, hard look at Carly’s wallet. It’s a
badge holder. Her badge is just like his, but with a much
higher number.
GEORGE
Are you fucking kidding me? You’re the
transfer?
CARLY
Yeah.
George looked at the badge again, then turned to X.
GEORGE
X, what’s your badge number?
X
(Shouting)
3190
GEORGE
She’s 3189.
George turned to Janella.
GEORGE
Cappy?
JANELLA
And miss all this? Miss the look on your
face. Not on your life.
GEORGE
You can be a real dick sometimes.
JANELLA
Thank you.
GEORGE
You’re welcome.
JANELLA
Now, let’s get back to the matter at hand.
GEORGE
Right. You, transit cop, does what she
said line up with what you saw?
DEREK
Name is Derek Anderson, and I didn’t see
much until the next part.
George turned to Carly again, who was starting to calm down
a little.
GEORGE
Carly. Excuse me. Detective Graspper,
what happened next?
FLASHBACK TO:
INT. SUBWAY TRAIN – DAY
Carly is squished by Charles Reed, who is finger fucking
her under her shorts. People to the left and right of her
make escape impossible. She’s on the verge of a panic
attack, when her eyes go wide.
Carly takes a deep breath.
CARLY (V.O.)
At this point, I was at this man’s mercy.
I couldn’t go anywhere. I was trapped,
and this man was fingering me, forcing his
fat, disgusting fingers into me. Then, I
stopped and surveyed the situation.
Carly, on the verge of tears, looks around as best as she
can. She’s a few feet from the door, but can’t get to it
until the next train stop and after this man loses his
balance.
Carly looks closely at the reflection on the window,
studying his face in case they get separated. She looks to
her left and right. Mostly a business crowd, not a very
rough looking group.
CARLY (V.O.)
If this prick was this brazen with me,
he’s done this before. But I didn’t see
him having any friends. If he did, they
would have moved up beside me and joined
in. Instead I had a couple ideas, once I
calmed down. I could scream, but he might
try to muzzle me. The way he acted said
he’d like to rape me, but the opportunity
wasn’t there. Suddenly, the train came
around a corner and I knew what to do.
The train curved slightly. When it did, Charles Reed
shifted his weight to keep his balance. At that moment,
Carly saw where her head was, and moved it back as fast and
as hard as she could, hitting Charles right in in the chin
Charles was taken back by the assault and staggered.
Carly raised her right foot and stomped down on his right
toes as hard as she could.
CHARLES
FAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Charles spit blood from his mouth. He let go of Carly’s
hand on the pole and grabbed his mouth.
Carly seized this moment and spun to her right as hard and
as fast as she could. Charles’s hand was still in her
pants. When she twisted, his arm twisted with it, putting
a lot of strain on his wrist and elbow.
Before he could get his bearings, Carly raised her right
leg as hard as she could right between his legs, crushing
him in the nuts.
CHARLES
AAAAHHHH!!!
Carly, who still had Charles’s hand stuck in her shorts,
grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him as hard as she
could forward, smacking his head off of the grab pole. His
head made a loud THUD as it rocked against the metal.
Thinking quickly, Carly placed her right leg behind
Charles’s feet and swept his legs, dropping him to the
ground. As soon as he was on the ground, she dropped her
knee into his throat and pushed down on the pressure point
at the back of jaw where it meets the neck with all of her
might.
CARLY
(Screaming)
Hands on your chest! Hands on your chest
or this will end real fucking bad for you!
The nearby passengers squeeze out of the way, giving these
two some space.
Charles looked around, like he was going to try to fight
out of this. Carly pushed down harder on his neck.
CARLY
(Screaming)
Don’t even fucking think about it! Hands
on your chest or you’ll never use them
again.
Charles relented. He placed his left hand on his chest.
His right hand was still awkwardly, and painfully, stuck in
Carly’s shorts and underwear.
Through the crowd, Officer Derek Anderson approaches, gun
drawn and badge hanging around his neck.
DEREK
(Screaming)
Harbor City Rail Police! Put your hands
up!
CARLY
(Screaming)
Chester County Police Department, I need a
hand with this!
Derek hesitates for a moment.
CARLY
My badge is in my pouch, I’ll show you
after you handcuff this prick and we get
his fingers out of my twat. Today!
Derek comes over and helps remove Charles’s hand from
Carly’s pants and slaps a handcuff around it. They work to
get the cuffs around the other arm.
CARLY
Mind telling him his rights? I’m off
duty, not sure if that would make it legal
here or not.
Derek and Carly bring Charles to a sitting position by the
door.
DEREK
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law. You have
the right to an attorney. If you cannot
afford an attorney, one will be provided
for you. Do you understand these rights I
have just read to you?
Charles says and does nothing.
CARLY
You understand him?
Charles nods.
CARLY
Good. Now, for you officer. I’m slowly
reaching into hoodie to pull out my wallet
with my ID.
Carly does as she said, slowly reaching into her hoodie to
pull out her wallet with her badge and ID card. She
unfolds it and shows it to Derek.
DEREK
Wow, Sergeant.
(To Charles)
Damn, you done fucked up now.
(To Carly)
Is this gonna turn into a pissing contest
on where to take him?
CARLY
Not as long as we take him to county.
Derek is about to say something but Carly interrupts him.
CARLY
Look, I know the trains are your
jurisdiction, but he was caught sexually
assaulting a county officer. Plus, you’ll
get in good with the new Chief.
DEREK
New Chief? What, that Carter guy?
CARLY
Cartier. Car. Tee. Eh. It’s French.
Anyway, Christopher is a good friend of
mine, and you guys do this one for us and
you’ll have his gratitude.
DEREK
I’m coming along. I want to be there.
CARLY
Deal.
The two shake hands. The train has long since stopped, but
the door near them finally opens. Several uniformed police
officers stand by the door as Derek and Carly pull Charles
to his feet and drag him out.
GEORGE (V.O.)
Are you fucking kidding me?!
INT. OBSERVATION ROOM – DAY
Back in the Observation Room, everyone stands, raptly
listening to Carly describe a lesson in badassitude. Carly
is still shaking, but less so now that she’s coming down
from the adrenaline rush.
GEORGE
Holy fucking shit, are you fucking kidding
me?
(To Derek)
Derek, you vouch for that?
Derek nods.
DEREK
I can’t tell you what I didn’t see, but
from my vantage point, she disappeared out
of view. Then his head flew back, he
dropped, then fell. People started moving
around, and by the time I got to him,
Carly had her knee on his neck.
George laughed.
GEORGE
That’s amazing! Our newest team member,
who is small enough that she could sleep
in a shoebox, just beat the shit out of
that heavyweight pedophile jarhead.
Carly looked at George with a ‘fuck you’ look on her face.
Derek sat stunned. George saw Carly’s look first.
GEORGE
That’s a compliment, Graspper. You’re
about 65 pounds soaking wet wearing boots
and you just Carpe Diem’ed his ass all the
way to the state pen.
DEREK
Wait, how did you know he was a Marine?
Did you read his file already?
GEORGE
No. I looked at him for a few seconds,
watched how he sat, saw how he took care
of himself. My guess is he served more
than a couple tours in Afghanistan and
Iraq. He’s 44, probably retired a few
years ago after reaching 20 years.
Might’ve been a Gunny, but something tells
me that he was an E-6 when he left as a
First Sergeant. His hair and beard look
like he’s maintained them the same ever
since he got out 5 or 6 years ago. I
didn’t see a wedding ring on his finger,
54but I’d need to get closer to see if he
ever had one. Doubt it, though. Might be
divorced but he doesn’t have anyone in his
life right now. He does physical work a
few months a year to supplement his
income. Carly mentioned callouses on his
hands, I’m guessing construction of some
kind. Since he’s riding the T during a
weekday downtown during a school day in
March, he’s in between jobs or just does
whatever he wants, working when he needs
to. She also said he smelled bad. Was it
a chemical smell or some other smell?
CARLY
Chemical, like he bathed in insect spray.
GEORGE
Then he probably does plumbing or septic
work, but likely only when he needs the
money, and works for someone who’s known
him since he got out.
DEREK
But I don’t get how you went to Marine
right away?
George turns to Derek, still standing at the back of the
room. George faces Derek, his back to the window and
Charles.
GEORGE
Everyone, take a good look at how Mr.
Charles Reed sits in that chair. Go on,
get a good view.
Carly, Derek, X, and Caroline move closer to the window,
each getting a good look at the man in the Interrogation
room. He sits upright, stiff, head straight ahead but his
eyes took account of everything. His clothes are a little
snug for a man his size, but show off his thick muscles.
There are no tattoos on Charles’s arms, and they’re easily
visible with his black t-shirt with a Punisher skull on it.
Janella takes a step back, looking back and forth between
the group looking at Charles and George, who is facing the
far wall.
GEORGE
Clue number one that he is a former
marine. He has military discipline. This
should be the single most stressful moment
of a person’s life, but he sits there
calm, cool, collected. He’s not biting
his fingers, he’s not smirking or crying.
He’s sitting, completely motionless. But
he’s not motionless. He’s paying
attention to every movement and noise he
perceives. He’s used to stress. The fact
that he’s in his 40’s and he’s this used
to stress tells me that he’s spent a long
time as either a first responder or
military, or had a very rough upbringing.
Possibly all three. Now, look at his
wounds. He’s not rubbing them, he’s not
asking for medical attention, he’s not
even acknowledging them. Why?
X
Because he’s the crazy tough and stupid
brave.
GEORGE
Exactly. Those wounds are an
embarrassment to him. He got bested. Not
just by a girl, but by a tiny little girl
that beat him at his own game. He’s mad
because he should’ve anticipated this, but
he won’t ever let the outside world how
mad he is. He’ll bury all of that anger
and hate, not let anyone see it until he’s
alone. But he’s alone best when he’s
hunting. Which begs the next question. Go
ahead, ask.
DEREK
How’d you know he was a Marine?
GEORGE
We’re building to that, but that’s not the
next question. He’s a hunter. Think
about it?
CAROLINE
Why now?
GEORGE
Exactly. Why now? Why this time of day?
Why is he out hunting prey on the T during
rush hour on a weekday and a school day?
Because he knows that his victims are
supposed to be somewhere else, or that
there’s no one around to care for them.
How many young kids and teens are riding
the subway by themselves in rush hour?
They’re not going to school, which is
where they should be. Either they’re
skipping school, or they’re parents don’t
give a fuck. Either way, what does that
mean?
CARLY
That his victims have no one to turn to.
GEORGE
2 points for Gryffindor. Sgt. Charles
Reed is a hunter. He’ll hunt deer or
turkey, but at some point, probably when
he was younger, he developed a taste for
young women. Very young women. He
learned how to hunt them, how to take
them, how to make them his, and how to
break them. Carly, when he was attacking
you, before you kicked his ass, how would
you describe his actions?
Carly thought for a moment, staring at Charles through the
window.
GEORGE
One word.
CARLY
Methodical.
GEORGE
That’s what I was thinking. His actions
were methodical, and he had two, maybe
three exit strategies. He’d play with you
a little by the door and watch as you ran
off at the first chance, or he’d take you
to the end of the line to a safe spot he
knows of and he’d rape you there.
Depending on whether or not he had enough
fun on the train or if he felt some
problem show up, that would decide what he
did with you at the end. Since he smelled
like chemicals, my guess of doing septic
work might be wrong, but he lives near the
end of the T line, within a few blocks of
the sewage processing plant. The smell
permeates everything for several blocks.
Plus, he has a quick threat that if any of
the girls ever talked, he could make them
disappear. I’ve got a feeling that if we
can get a warrant for his house and
computer, we’ll find a few souvenirs and
some crazy shit on it. Probably the
workvan he uses, too.
DEREK
Okay, but I’m still confused on the Marine
thing.
GEORGE
Think about it. Hunter, disciplined, and
has a taste for young flesh. He might
have developed that taste later on in
life, but let’s assume that he wants to
get out of his little town and join the
military. Which branch did he join? Not
the Air Force, the only sights they see
are the strip malls of Kansas and the ice
plains of North Dakota. Could be Army,
but the way he hunts sounds like he craves
action, like he’s only calm when things
are on fire. That’s possible for the
Army, pretty likely, but he’s stuck in his
ways too much. He’s reached a failure to
analyze and adapt. Plus, if he’s Army, he
can’t engage in his little past time of
fucking girls without drawing too much
suspicion. And really, who joins the
Coast Guard? That leaves the Navy or
Marines. He’s comfortable in an enclosed
room in high stress situations, but one
thing told me Marines. What was it, X?
X
(Trying to not yell)
That he looks like he eats crayons for
breakfast?
GEORGE
Got it in one, X. Hoo rah. Also, it was
a coin toss guess and Derek confirmed it
when I made those Marine jokes.
JANELLA
Okay George. You done showing off yet?
GEORGE
Almost. He has a type, girls aged 11-14,
preferably white but he’ll take what he
can get. At least with white girls they
look like they might be his when he’s
standing near them, but he also knows that
most white people don’t give a fuck if
they see some guy his size molesting a
black girl that aged. Hell, they’d
probably blame the girl. He likes to do
his hunting in the later part of rush
hour. This gives him time to find his
prey, take them back to his place, fuck
them, and get rid of them before the end
of school. He doesn’t like to dispose of
them after, but he’s killed before.
Definitely in war, probably at least one
or two times when he partied a little too
hard in Afghanistan and in Southeast Asia.
He tries not to shit near where he lives,
but if things go sideways he has methods
of getting rid of a girl, and having a
body decompose near the sewage plant might
make the place smell better. He’ll take
on a job somewhere to either install a
septic tank or fix one, and he’ll use that
as a time to install some tool that turns
out to be his victim. But he prefers to
just scare the hell out of them to keep
them alive.
The rest of the room was speechless, staring at the man in
other room. Eventually, Carly broke the silence.
CARLY
Wait, you got all that from looking at him
for a minute?
GEORGE
About a minute, yeah.
JANELLA
What’s your play, George?
Everyone in the room turned to George, who was still
looking at the back wall.
GEORGE
I heard someone mention records from
transit. Is that correct?
DEREK
That’s correct, sir.
GEORGE
Please tell me those are reports of
previous molestation attacks or rapes that
originated on the train, and the suspect
bears a striking resemblance to Sgt.
Charles Reed.
DEREK
Yes. Yes, they are records of other
attacks, and yes, the attacks mentioned a
man that met his description that operated
around this time of day during weekdays.
GEORGE
How long until they get here?
DEREK
Should be any moment now.
GEORGE
Did someone swab down his hands before
printing him? Maybe check under his
finger nails for skin cells?
CARLY
Yes, and I had someone swab me down to get
my DNA and take some photos of the damage.
GEORGE
Good. Not good good, but needed to be
done good. Has he lawyered up yet?
JANELLA
Yeah, one of them Lionel Hutz types, but
not as funny. Should be here very soon.
George sat for a moment, staring at the wall.
GEORGE
Once those records get here, we need to
confirm that the descriptions match Sgt.
Reed close enough for us to show that he’s
a serial molester and should not receive
bail. We’ll also use that to execute a
search warrant at his house. Call Judge
Kovalev, he’ll authorize the warrant in 20
minutes. Let’s get the DA to send someone
over, see if they want to make a deal, I
want at least 10 and registration for
life. This is before we see anything at
his house or in his priors. Anything
crazy and the deal’s off. I’m taking
point on the questioning. X, you’re with
me. Carly, Caroline, Derek, stay in here
and coordinate with whomever you need to.
We go in there 31 minutes after the lawyer
gets here. That’ll give them enough time
to pow wow and us to look over the records
and get the ball rolling. Transit and
County will work with City on executing
the warrant. County or City could do this
by ourselves, but this started as
Transit’s case. Let’s have this be one
big ole party. Unless they’re going
tonight and we’re in the box, I’d like to
be there when they knock on his door.
CARLY
Wait, why 31 minutes?
GEORGE
That way when we nail the prick in court,
we can tell the judge that we gave them
more than a half hour to talk before we
entered the room.
As George faced the wall, there was a KNOCK at the door.
JANELLA
Come.
The door opens, and a skinny CLERK enters, carrying a
tablet for the Captain.
CLERK
Ma’am, we just received some files from
Harbor City Transit Police. Here you go.
The clerk hands Captain Jenkins the tablet.
JANELLA
Thank you. Dismissed.
The clerk leaves. Janella starts reading the tablet.
Everyone but George looks to her as she speaks. George
stares at the back wall.
JANELLA
Charles Reed, 44, lives in Manningham in
an apartment building right near the
sewage processing plant. Retired from the
Marines five years ago as a Gunnery
Sergeant, not a First Sergeant but it
looks like his promotion happened less
than a year before he retired, so he
barely made grade. Never married, no
kids, was stationed on a couple carriers,
served a few tours in Iraq and
Afghanistan, was stationed in Southeast
Asia quite a bit. In the last couple
years, he’s worked on and off for a
plumbing and septic company run by his
cousin, though most of his money comes
from his pension. As far as priors go,
he’s had a couple run-ins for assault and
a DUI from his time in the service but he
was on leave when that was handled. He’s
been questioned by Transit once before for
lewd behavior on a train, but not enough
evidence to make anything stick. City
cops paid him a visit a while back when
they were canvassing the area for a
missing 12-year-old girl that later showed
up on the opposite end of the train line.
She claimed that he molested her, took her
to an abandoned lot, pushed her into his
van and raped her, but her parents didn’t
want to put her through a trial. There
are about a half dozen cases here where
girls and young women describe being
molested on a train or worse by a man
matching his description.
Janella walks over to George and hands him the tablet.
JANELLA
You were wrong about his rank, but only as
a technicality. Getting a little sloppy
there?
GEORGE
I hedged that one, but not enough.
George starts to read the tablet.
Through the window, Caroline sees the door open to the
Interrogation Room. A man in his 50’s wearing a suit and
carrying a briefcase enters. He has a tablet, identical to
the one George holds. That man is ALEX STEIDL, Sgt. Reed’s
attorney.
CAROLINE
Looks like the lawyer’s here.
GEORGE
Start the clock, 31 minutes. X, come on
over and read this, look for anything out
of the ordinary. I took a quick look but
a second set of eyes on these matters is
always good. Read quietly.
George holds the tablet out with his left hand. X walks
over and takes it from George, then starts reading.
Carly starts to walk over to George, but Janella stops her.
JANELLA
(Quietly)
He’s...preparing for battle. I’ve seen
this a hundred times and it never gets
old. He’ll spend most of the next half-
hour in complete silence, formulating the
proper questions, analyzing the variables,
going all Sherlock Holmes on this
situation. He’s going to play through
every question and variable he can come up
with, and throw a few out that he’s never
seen before, just to make sure he has a
response to everything and doesn’t get
spun around. He’s going to war in that
box, and his mission is to put a bad man
in jail for a long time.
Carly looks at Janella, then George and X, then back to
Janella.
CARLY
(Whispering)
How? How did he do that so quick? He
profiled that perp by looking at him,
taking pieces of a story, and somehow
figured out he’s a serial child rapist in
the time it takes to make popcorn. How?
GEORGE
About 20 years of experience, and a PhD in
Criminal Psychology helps. If you’re
curious, my dissertation was on the
physical cues of lying and how people in
the dark triad of Narcissism,
Machiavellianism, and Sociopathy react
when confronted with objective facts that
do not fit their pre-ordained beliefs, and
how their physiological response differs
from normal people. Helps that most of
the perps fall somewhere in that triangle.
DEREK
He’s just gonna stare at the wall?
GEORGE
We’re waiting for the ADA to arrive to
sign off on what we’ll offer before the
search warrant arrives. 10 years and
lifetime registration as a sex offender
for what he did to Officer Graspper. If
he balks, we drop the hammer on him with
every other case. That deal is moot if
the search warrant brings up anything
worse, which I’m almost certain it will.
But 10 years should be enough to rubber
stamp a confession and avoid a trial from
both sides. Also, I’d like an update on
how things are coming along with the
search warrant.
JANELLA
Caroline, we need an update on those. If
they’re not happening, make them happen.
CAROLINE
On it.
Caroline leaves the room.
Time passes, about 20 minutes. Sgt. Reed and his lawyer
are discussing the case in the observation room. X is
going over the files. George just stands there, apparently
staring at the back wall. Carly and Derek are chit-
chatting and Janella is responding to texts on her phone.
Caroline returns, knocking on the door as she opens it and
walks in.
JANELLA
Any news?
CAROLINE
Just got the judge to sign off on a search
warrant, ADA is on their way up. Sounds
like they’re planning on executing the
warrant either later on tonight or early
in the morning.
JANELLA
Good. Who’s running the search?
CAROLINE
Sounded like a mix of us and city, with
Transit mixed in as well.
JANELLA
Thanks, Miss Queesnston. George, X, you
two ready?
GEORGE
X, you see anything in there?
X
Got something weird. According to his
military record, he was stationed in
Singapore for a couple years when his
career stalled out. This was back when he
just made First Sergeant. He was on the
normal track, but something happened
discipline wise to short circuit his
career. Didn’t see anything mentioned,
but this sounds like he got into some hot
water. The fact that nothing’s mentioned
here, and how his career slowed to a crawl
after that suggests he got caught doing
something we wasn’t supposed to. After
that he was sent back to Afghanistan,
Uzbekistan, You-Pick-A-Stan, all of them.
Nothing bad there, but he’d always cycle
back to Southeast Asia. After he got out,
he spent some time in Thailand before
coming back to the states. That’s a
little fishy right there.
CARLY
Why’s that?
X
Looks shady as all hell. Here’s a jarhead
going out of his way to cycle back to the
Mecca of pedophiles, who’s been overseas
for years, and when given a free flight
home, skips it so he can spend a month in
the Red-Light district of Bangkok. If he
wanted whores he could go to literally any
port in the world, but why Bangkok? Young
whores. The only thing missing is getting
stopped by airport security with a
suitcase full of candy and Viagra.
There is a KNOCK at the door. A younger man wearing a suit
walks into the room. It is COLIN HOUSTON, the Assistant
District Attorney.
COLIN
Captain Jenkins? Hi, I’m Colin Houston, I
think we worked together a few months ago.
Colin approaches Janella, and the two shake hands.
JANELLA
Good to see you again, Colin. You up to
speed?
COLIN
Think so. Perp is a former Marine who got
busted sexually assaulting an off-duty
police officer who looks like a young
teenage girl while Transit police was on
the prowl for a serial molester that’s a
suspect in a couple suspicious cases, and
a search warrant was getting signed off on
for his apartment, vehicle, and computers.
I heard Detective Lewis was taking point
on the interrogation?
JANELLA
That’s correct.
COLIN
I’m assuming that no one has talked to the
suspect yet.
JANELLA
Also correct.
COLIN
From what it I’ve heard so far, we should
be able to offer a plea deal to avoid
trial. 3 years plus registration.
George continues to look at the back wall.
GEORGE
Serves 10.
COLIN
Excuse me?
GEORGE
Serves 10. Plus lifetime registration as
a sex offender, assuming we don’t find
even worse stuff when we search his place.
He’s a hunter, and girls are his prey.
There are half a dozen reports of his T
molestations, along with at least one
filed child rape. 3 years would be a slap
on the wrist. His lifestyle could easily
fit around any restrictions placed on him.
In 3 years, he’d be back at it. 10 years,
he’ll be in AARP.
COLIN
You really think you get him to agree to
10 years, with his lawyer present?
Tonight, before he makes bail?
GEORGE
I think I’m going to walk his ass into a
god damned hole in the ground and leave
him there. And he’s not making bail, not
tonight, not with a search warrant being
executed on his apartment while he’s in
court.
George’s watch BEEPS. He looks at it and turns off the
alarm.
GEORGE
31 minutes. Ready X?
Xavier nods. X walks past everyone to the door. George
follows, but stops right in front of Colin
GEORGE
I’ll give you 10 years in ten minutes.
George walks out the door. In one continuous motion, he
leaves the Observation room and through the hallway to the
next room over. He KNOCKS twice, then opens the door into
Interrogation Room B
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM B – DAY
The Interrogation room is poorly furnished, with only 4
steel desk chairs and a steel table. The walls are a beige
color, and a large mirror occupies most of one wall.
At the table sit two men, CHARLES REED and ALEX STEIDL.
Charles sat with his hands cuffed and still connected to
the table. Alex, wearing a nice gray suit, turns to the
approaching officers.
George walks past the table, barely giving the two men a
glance as he walks. X stops at the desk and pulls out the
empty chair. He sits in it. X stares down Charles, who
barely moves.
George walks to the far corner of the room and looks up.
In his peripheral vision, he can see the mirror. The
lawyer’s gaze followed George, but Charles’s stayed on X.
GEORGE
I’m required by state law to inform you
that this session is being recorded.
No one at the table moves. George leaves the corner and
turns to his right, heading around the back of the room,
walking towards Charles and Alex. He maintains a steady
tone as he walks and talks.
GEORGE
I’m Detective George Lewis, the man at the
table in front of you is Detective Xavier
Harrison.
Alex keeps his eyes on George as the detective walks behind
the table.
ALEX
Alex Steidl, attorney at law. My
client...
George abruptly cuts him off while rounding the table, not
even bothering to maintain eye contact.
GEORGE
20 years.
ALEX
(Flabbergasted)
Excuse me?!
George pulls the steel chair back, letting it screech
loudly and unnecessarily on the floor.
GEORGE
20 years, he’s out in 10 with good
behavior, and he has to register as a sex
offender for the rest of his days. That
offer is on the table until I leave the
room in 9 minutes.
George sat down. Alex looks like he was punched in the
face, but then regains his composure.
ALEX
20 years? That’s absurd. My client was a
victim of...
GEORGE
Of police brutality? You want to play
that card? Okay.
George pulls his seat in, purposefully letting it screech
on the floor again. He makes eye contact with the lawyer
for a moment, paying close attention to how the lawyer is
trying to maintain his calm.
GEORGE
Mr. Steidl, mind if I call you Alex?
George doesn’t wait for a response.
GEORGE
Alex, let me tell you exactly how fucked
your client is. By the way, what should I
call him?
George shifts his gaze to Charles, looking for any
reaction.
GEORGE
Chuck? Chuckie? Charles? Fuckchuckle?
Gunnery Sergeant Charles Reed? Jarhead?
Baz bacha?
Charles flinches at the last name.
CHARLES
(Under his breath)
Hanzeer.
GEORGE
I was right, you do know a little Pashto.
Or was that from hearing the locals call
you baz bacha all the time? You know,
child molester. Picked that up in
Khandahar.
Alex shakes his head slightly then leans over to Charles
and whispers in his ear.
GEORGE
You should listen to him and stay quiet.
You should also listen to him when he
tells you to take this deal.
ALEX
We are not, under any circumstances...
George holds up his hand in, then lowers it quietly palm
down to quiet them. George looks at Charles the entire
time, focusing on a spot right underneath Charles’s right
eye.
GEORGE
I’ve barely begun, Mr. Steidl. I was
about to tell your client how fucked he
was. Gunny here was caught red handed, in
full view of over 50 people, molesting a
very young-looking woman. He struggled
against the police when they took him into
custody, and he was caught with a
concealed gun and a knife in his
possession. He’s looking at assault,
sexual assault, attempted rape, attempted
kidnapping for that little stunt he pulled
when he trapped her and confined her,
possessing weapons during the execution of
a felony, public lewd behavior, and
resisting arrest. The weapons charges
alone are a couple years each, but throw
in the fact that your client was caught
trying to rape a cop, and that won’t go
well. And we’re not up to the really bad
parts yet.
Charles sits as stoic as he can, acting like he’s ignoring
George. The detective keeps talking, keeping his focus
squarely under Charles’s right eye.
GEORGE
How many times have you asked yourself
‘how did the cops get there so fast?’ Let
me answer that. They were waiting for
you. You got sloppy. Predictable. The
hunter became the hunted. Mr. Steidl,
you’ve had more than a half-hour to go
over those records on the tablet in front
of you, what did you see?
ALEX
I saw a bunch of straws you’re grasping at
to get my client to not press charges for
brutality.
George laughed.
GEORGE
That’s a good one. Chuckie, how much you
weigh, 280, 290? That young woman is
maybe 100 pounds soaking wet wearing
boots, and she kicked your ass.
Charles flinched.
GEORGE
That’s what you’re so upset about. That’s
why you haven’t even acknowledged your
wounds, haven’t rubbed your lip or
massaged your hands. They embarrass you.
Those marks remind you how your prey
kicked the shit out of you.
Charles tried to lunge at George, but his hands were
connected to the table. Alex put his hands on Charles’s
shoulders to try to get him to calm down and stay seated.
GEORGE
You’re pissed because you got your ass
kicked by some little slut. She fucking
teased you, let you do what you wanted,
them BAM!
George slapped the table on BAM! Everyone flinched.
GEORGE
While you’re finger fucking this little
slut, she fights back, and effectively.
None of the others ever fought like that,
did they?
Charles is fuming with rage.
GEORGE
Did they? Did they?!
CHARLES
NO!
GEORGE
No what?
CHARLES
They didn’t fight!
GEORGE
They got what they deserved?
CHARLES
They knew their place!
X kept as straight of a face as possible. Alex shook his
head and facepalmed.
GEORGE
They knew their place?
CHARLES
They knew their place. They knew their
worth.
GEORGE
And what was that worth?
CHARLES
Nothing but holes to serve. Nothing but
whores.
George glanced quickly at Alex, who was trying to get
Charles’s attention.
GEORGE
That’s why you went on the train when you
did, after school started.
CHARLES
They shouldn’t be there. If they’re not
in school, they’re breaking the rules.
GEORGE
And break one rule and they’re gonna break
them all? So why not break them all now?
CHARLES
I’m not wrong, they shouldn’t be there.
I’m taking what’s mine!
GEORGE
And what was yours?
Charles breathed a sigh and relaxed his shoulders. A smirk
came across his face.
CHARLES
All of it. Sometimes a feel, sometimes a
rub, sometimes we’d go and have some fun.
GEORGE
Back of your van?
CHARLES
Yeah. Didn’t take much. A strong hand, a
grab, a shove, show them the gun, then
walk them to the van.
GEORGE
Then it was party time?
CHARLES
You have no idea. Once there, they’re
mine. I can spend all day with them
there, fuck’em until they lose their
minds, then drop them off anywhere else in
the city, or just throw their asses back
on the train.
GEORGE
That’s why you always picked right after
rush hour. If things went right, you’d
have all day to make them scream, regret
what they’ve done.
Charles snorted. Alex hung his head and shook it.
CHARLES
Yeah.
GEORGE
You learned that lesson the hard way? A
couple years back, you picked up a girl,
young blonde, took her back to the van for
some fun, but it was later in the day and
she didn’t get home before the end of
school. Cops came looking for her.
Remember that?
Charles nodded.
GEORGE
Where you fucked up this time was you
misread your target. What you thought was
a panicked fawn reaction, a deer in the
headlights, turned into a fighter. That’s
where you failed.
George looked at Alex.
GEORGE
Mr. Steidl, you have 3 minutes to convince
your client to take the deal, or take his
chances with a jury trial. There, they’ll
bring all of this info, come after him for
all of the other assaults as well, and use
whatever they gain from the search warrant
that will be executed later tonight.
ALEX
A search warrant?
George nodded.
ALEX
Tonight?
GEORGE
Yes.
ALEX
10, he serves 5.
GEORGE
20, serves 10, plus lifetime registration.
Alex looked at his client. Charles showed a mix of
smugness and relief.
ALEX
Okay. We accept.
GEORGE
Someone from the DA’s office will be
around soon to put the deal in writing.
George stood up, quietly moving the chair. Once standing,
he never directly looked back at the table. In the mirror,
he saw Charles sit deflated, shoulders slumped as the
reality of what just happened hit him. Alex sat there,
dumbfounded.
George and X left the Interrogation Room and returned to
the Observation Room
INT. OBSERVATION ROOM – DAY
George and X returned to the Observation room. Carly,
Caroline, Colin, and Derrick all look wide-eyed at the two
detectives. George turned to Colin, the Assistant District
Attorney.
GEORGE
Let him talk. He wants to talk. He wants
to brag about all of it. Just record it
all and let him sign the confession.
COLIN
Got it.
Colin left the room. Janella comes over and shakes George
and X’s hands. Derek slaps George on the back of the
shoulder.
CARLY
I can’t believe that just fucking
happened. Like, not even ten minutes and
he’s spilling his guts.
GEORGE
Thanks. But big shout out to X, first
time in the box and he walks off with a
win.
George claps, and keeps going until others join in.
X
I, didn’t really do anything.
GEORGE
You didn’t fuck up, and that’s the
important part.
JANELLA
Enough with the celebrations, let’s wrap
this up and go home.
Janella opens the door for everyone. One by one, they
leave. Caroline, followed by Derek, then X. As George is
about to leave, Carly stops him.
CARLY
Hey. Um, thanks. For taking that fucker
down.
GEORGE
It’s the job.
CARLY
Also, sorry about calling you a fossil.
GEORGE
No problem. I’m sorry for calling you a
little kid. I’m having a barbecue on
Saturday, some drinking afterwards.
You’re welcome to come if you want.
CARLY
Accepted...Grandpa.
Carly lightly punches George in the shoulder as they walk
into the hallway.
FADE OUT:
THE END
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