New Herald (Working Title) pt 3
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lanatilHere's is Part 3. 1 and 2 below.
EXT. VACANT LOT - MORNING
26. Jake is woken up by a homeless man complaining he’s in
his spot. To Jake, the man turns into Tom warning him Lana
is in danger. Jake runs for Lana. Whispers and phantoms
following his trail.
INT. LANA'S OFFICE - MORNING
Jake throws the door open in his haste to get to his sister.
He almost overbalances as he tries to stop short his entry
at what he sees. Lana is in the middle of the room holding
Sam at gun point near the window. Sam does not appear to be
concerned one bit.
SAM
'Ello, Jake!
Jake let's out a strained, held breath, looking between his
sister and Sam. He slowly straitens, closing the door behind
him.
JAKE
Lana? Are you all right?
LANA
It's him!
JAKE
Lana. It's only Sam. Lower the gun.
He is edging closer to her, cautiously watching.
LANA
No! It is him, Jake! He killed
Charlie, and Jane...Tom. Oh, God,
He killed Tom.
JAKE
Everything's fine, Lan. Give me the
gun and you can explain all this to
me, you know Sam wouldn't-
SAM
Sam would. Did. Will do again.
Jake stops immediately moving toward his sister to face a
calm, controlled Sam.
JAKE
...Again?
SAM
Ta-dah! I'm the man behind the
curtain! Surprise!
JAKE
Stop it. Not now, Sam.
SAM
(Serious)
You should really pay attention to
your big sis, Jake.
Jake, shaking his head in disbelief, looks back to Lana who
still has the gun trained on Sam.
JAKE
How?
LANA
Charlie figured it out.
She is beginning to shake a bit as her grip tightens on the
gun.
LANA
You killed him to cover up the
video he found. The video showing
you in the park, murdering Jane.
JAKE
What video? Sam, what is she
talking about?
SAM
Well, I had to kill the geek
anyway. It seemed appropriate to
let him get that far, add a bit
more motive for me. I liked
Charlie.
LANA
You son-of-a-bitch!
SAM
Nope, sorry. My mother was a
wonderful woman. What I can
remember of her anyway. It was
centuries ago the last I saw her.
JAKE
Hold on! None of this is making
sense. I've known you for years,
Sam.
Sam smiles fondly.
SAM
And all those years, I was watching
over you. Even before we officially
met. I was there. Getting you
ready.
JAKE
Ready. For what?
LANA
He's the Herald, Jake. Gran was
right. My research was right.
There is a beat of silence as Jake studies a smiling Sam.
Jake, again, shakes his head in disbelief.
JAKE
You're my best friend. I don't,
can't, believe all of this is you.
Sam rolls his eyes and sighs.
SAM
You know, this stubborn streak of
yours I used to think cute. Now?
Not so much. Just accept what's in
front of you, Jake. For once. For
me?
He leans over to Lana's desk picking up a framed photo. He
studies it a moment with another fond smile.
SAM
Those horrible headaches of yours.
They started after Lisa died.
Didn't they? All part of the plan.
Jake, jaw clenched, stares at Sam waiting for him to
continue. He draws a surprised breath as he sees the photo
Sam is now displaying to him. It's the full version of the
damaged one he's carried with him. In it, Jake is with Lisa.
Sam, Lana and Tom are with them, all five are posing for a
friendly picture.
SAM (CONT'D)
All part of the plan. I let you
have a few years with her. Felt I
could give you at least that. Let
you be happy before I needed to
take everything away.
Close to tears, Jake struggles for words. He steps closer to
Sam, leaving Lana's side.
JAKE
You. You...the fire! The fire was
you?
Sam nods solemnly as he looks back at the photo. He runs his
fingers over the glass of the frame.
SAM
Had to. I could see how in love you
two were. Then came Tom and Jane,
followed by Charlie. Well, Jane
wasn't that important to you. I
just needed to keep you interested.
Keep you where you belonged.
JAKE
And that's with you, is it?
SAM
I wish, but I'm not that important.
Each one of their deaths had to
happen to unlock your abilities.
You've noticed it. The auras?
Phantoms? ...The ghosts last night?
Jake swallows hard. Looks up to the ceiling as if searching
it for answers. He's still shaking his head as he visibly
tries to process all of this information. He snaps his
attention back to Sam, steel in his eyes.
JAKE
Sam Harrington, I'm placing you
under arrest for the murders of-
SAM
Oh, this is so beyond simple human
laws.
JAKE
I don't care what you think you
are, you still don't have the right
to end people's lives!
SAM
(Calm)
I am the Herald. It is my job, and
when the moment comes, you, Jake,
have to be a man with nothing left.
That's the way this works. One more
and I'll be done.
Sam's eyes flash with a green light as if to prove his point
to Jake. In the BG Lana is lowering the gun slowly. Her eyes
are wide. She swallows, looking at the floor for a moment
before silently walking back into the clean-room adjacent to
her office.
JAKE
This is crazy!
SAM
(Angry)
You're not listening!
JAKE
You killed my wife! You killed
Lana's husband!
SAM
When you ascend to herald in the
forgotten Ancients, none of this
will matter anymore! You will be
their right hand. Powerful! My job
will be done.
Sam tosses the framed photo without a care behind him,
shattering the glass.
SAM (CONT'D)
I'm doing all of this for you! It's
a start over! Isn't that what
you've been crying for all this
time?
JAKE
Not at this cost! For fuck's sake,
Sam! I'm not ascending, or
whatever. You've lost your mind!
CLICK. HISS! Jake starts, turns to the noise to see Lana
standing in the middle of the clean room, framed by the
large glass window. Tears are streaming down her face. Her
body is visibly trembling as she contemplates the gun in her
hand.
JAKE
What are you doing!?
He bolts across the room to the door. It's locked.
LANA
I'm the fifth. I can end it. I can
stop all of this.
SAM
Oh this should be good.
JAKE
By shooting yourself?
LANA
Yes.
Jake is pulling on the door furiously. It won't budge. Lana
shakes her head in refusal. She seems to be fighting herself
to place the gun under her chin. Jake looks at the keypad
adjacent to the door.
JAKE
Give me your keycode.
LANA
I can't let you stop me and I need
to explain before...I'm taking
myself out of the equation.
SAM
You think that will work?
JAKE
Shut it, Sam! Lana-
LANA
Listen! This is the only way. I've
figured it out. I'm the fifth, but
I don't have to be.
Jake is beating at the door.
JAKE
This is stupid. Lana! Unlock the
door!
LANA
If I take my own life I won't
count.
She's trembling even harder now, but the gun is firmly
tucked into the underside of her chin. Sam is watching
intently in the BG. He's completely focused on Lana.
JAKE
No! No!
She smiles sadly at him. Swallows her sob before replying.
LANA
It's the right thing to do.
He beats on the glass in panic. His eyes brighten with a hot
blue energy as he gets more emotional. A crack appears in
the glass from Jake's fist's impact.
BAM!
Dark, vivid blood sprays against the back wall of the
sterile room. Jake is frozen into silence, horror etched
into his face as he stares at Lana's dead body. Sam slowly
approaches from behind. He quietly, sadly wraps his arms
around Jake.
SAM
That makes five. I'm sorry. I'm so
very sorry.
Jake drops his head down, chocking on a sob as Sam holds
him. His hands splayed across the window's surface bunch
into shaking fists. His head snaps up, body going rigid as
his eyes brighten with that same hot, white-blue energy. In
an instant it's as if a huge concussive force explodes from
him.
The clean room glass shatters.
Sam is ejected through the wall window out of sight.
Jake turns and makes his way over to the destroyed window,
looking down for Sam. There is a car directly below crushed
in by Sam's body draped across the roof. Jake is about to
turn away when he sees a misty, green energy collecting
around Sam. Sam's arm moves pulling his hand across his
face, fingers pinching between his eyes. He slowly rolls
himself off the car, glass tinkles as it pours off him.
SAM
(Calling up to Jake)
You're upset. I get it.
Sam finishes dusting himself clean, flicking a piece of
glass off his shoulder before offering up a brilliant smile
to Jake.
SAM
We're cutting it close, but I'll
give you one day, that's the
absolute most I can give you to
grieve before...well, end of the
world.
Jake is silent, broken, as he watches Sam raise his hand as
if calling for a taxi. There is a crackle of energy before a
phantom beast, roughly humanoid, materialzes offering its
hand to Sam. They're gone the next instant.
Jake returns to Lana's side. He makes his way to her,
dropping to his knees. He carefully, renewed tears flowing
down his face, cradles her body to his, and sobs.
INT. JAKE'S APARTMENT - DAY
31. Jake, still covered in Lana’s blood arrives home. He
takes a moment to look at his packed away life before
storing Lisa’s photo in a box. His restart wasn’t mean to
be. At least he could finally get closure with Lisa’s death.
He changes his clothes and leaves without another look.
CONTINUED
EXT. VACANT LOT - MORNING
26. Jake is woken up by a homeless man complaining he’s in
his spot. To Jake, the man turns into Tom warning him Lana
is in danger. Jake runs for Lana. Whispers and phantoms
following his trail.
INT. LANA'S OFFICE - MORNING
Jake throws the door open in his haste to get to his sister.
He almost overbalances as he tries to stop short his entry
at what he sees. Lana is in the middle of the room holding
Sam at gun point near the window. Sam does not appear to be
concerned one bit.
SAM
'Ello, Jake!
Jake let's out a strained, held breath, looking between his
sister and Sam. He slowly straitens, closing the door behind
him.
JAKE
Lana? Are you all right?
LANA
It's him!
JAKE
Lana. It's only Sam. Lower the gun.
He is edging closer to her, cautiously watching.
LANA
No! It is him, Jake! He killed
Charlie, and Jane...Tom. Oh, God,
He killed Tom.
JAKE
Everything's fine, Lan. Give me the
gun and you can explain all this to
me, you know Sam wouldn't-
SAM
Sam would. Did. Will do again.
Jake stops immediately moving toward his sister to face a
calm, controlled Sam.
JAKE
...Again?
SAM
Ta-dah! I'm the man behind the
curtain! Surprise!
JAKE
Stop it. Not now, Sam.
SAM
(Serious)
You should really pay attention to
your big sis, Jake.
Jake, shaking his head in disbelief, looks back to Lana who
still has the gun trained on Sam.
JAKE
How?
LANA
Charlie figured it out.
She is beginning to shake a bit as her grip tightens on the
gun.
LANA
You killed him to cover up the
video he found. The video showing
you in the park, murdering Jane.
JAKE
What video? Sam, what is she
talking about?
SAM
Well, I had to kill the geek
anyway. It seemed appropriate to
let him get that far, add a bit
more motive for me. I liked
Charlie.
LANA
You son-of-a-bitch!
SAM
Nope, sorry. My mother was a
wonderful woman. What I can
remember of her anyway. It was
centuries ago the last I saw her.
JAKE
Hold on! None of this is making
sense. I've known you for years,
Sam.
Sam smiles fondly.
SAM
And all those years, I was watching
over you. Even before we officially
met. I was there. Getting you
ready.
JAKE
Ready. For what?
LANA
He's the Herald, Jake. Gran was
right. My research was right.
There is a beat of silence as Jake studies a smiling Sam.
Jake, again, shakes his head in disbelief.
JAKE
You're my best friend. I don't,
can't, believe all of this is you.
Sam rolls his eyes and sighs.
SAM
You know, this stubborn streak of
yours I used to think cute. Now?
Not so much. Just accept what's in
front of you, Jake. For once. For
me?
He leans over to Lana's desk picking up a framed photo. He
studies it a moment with another fond smile.
SAM
Those horrible headaches of yours.
They started after Lisa died.
Didn't they? All part of the plan.
Jake, jaw clenched, stares at Sam waiting for him to
continue. He draws a surprised breath as he sees the photo
Sam is now displaying to him. It's the full version of the
damaged one he's carried with him. In it, Jake is with Lisa.
Sam, Lana and Tom are with them, all five are posing for a
friendly picture.
SAM (CONT'D)
All part of the plan. I let you
have a few years with her. Felt I
could give you at least that. Let
you be happy before I needed to
take everything away.
Close to tears, Jake struggles for words. He steps closer to
Sam, leaving Lana's side.
JAKE
You. You...the fire! The fire was
you?
Sam nods solemnly as he looks back at the photo. He runs his
fingers over the glass of the frame.
SAM
Had to. I could see how in love you
two were. Then came Tom and Jane,
followed by Charlie. Well, Jane
wasn't that important to you. I
just needed to keep you interested.
Keep you where you belonged.
JAKE
And that's with you, is it?
SAM
I wish, but I'm not that important.
Each one of their deaths had to
happen to unlock your abilities.
You've noticed it. The auras?
Phantoms? ...The ghosts last night?
Jake swallows hard. Looks up to the ceiling as if searching
it for answers. He's still shaking his head as he visibly
tries to process all of this information. He snaps his
attention back to Sam, steel in his eyes.
JAKE
Sam Harrington, I'm placing you
under arrest for the murders of-
SAM
Oh, this is so beyond simple human
laws.
JAKE
I don't care what you think you
are, you still don't have the right
to end people's lives!
SAM
(Calm)
I am the Herald. It is my job, and
when the moment comes, you, Jake,
have to be a man with nothing left.
That's the way this works. One more
and I'll be done.
Sam's eyes flash with a green light as if to prove his point
to Jake. In the BG Lana is lowering the gun slowly. Her eyes
are wide. She swallows, looking at the floor for a moment
before silently walking back into the clean-room adjacent to
her office.
JAKE
This is crazy!
SAM
(Angry)
You're not listening!
JAKE
You killed my wife! You killed
Lana's husband!
SAM
When you ascend to herald in the
forgotten Ancients, none of this
will matter anymore! You will be
their right hand. Powerful! My job
will be done.
Sam tosses the framed photo without a care behind him,
shattering the glass.
SAM (CONT'D)
I'm doing all of this for you! It's
a start over! Isn't that what
you've been crying for all this
time?
JAKE
Not at this cost! For fuck's sake,
Sam! I'm not ascending, or
whatever. You've lost your mind!
CLICK. HISS! Jake starts, turns to the noise to see Lana
standing in the middle of the clean room, framed by the
large glass window. Tears are streaming down her face. Her
body is visibly trembling as she contemplates the gun in her
hand.
JAKE
What are you doing!?
He bolts across the room to the door. It's locked.
LANA
I'm the fifth. I can end it. I can
stop all of this.
SAM
Oh this should be good.
JAKE
By shooting yourself?
LANA
Yes.
Jake is pulling on the door furiously. It won't budge. Lana
shakes her head in refusal. She seems to be fighting herself
to place the gun under her chin. Jake looks at the keypad
adjacent to the door.
JAKE
Give me your keycode.
LANA
I can't let you stop me and I need
to explain before...I'm taking
myself out of the equation.
SAM
You think that will work?
JAKE
Shut it, Sam! Lana-
LANA
Listen! This is the only way. I've
figured it out. I'm the fifth, but
I don't have to be.
Jake is beating at the door.
JAKE
This is stupid. Lana! Unlock the
door!
LANA
If I take my own life I won't
count.
She's trembling even harder now, but the gun is firmly
tucked into the underside of her chin. Sam is watching
intently in the BG. He's completely focused on Lana.
JAKE
No! No!
She smiles sadly at him. Swallows her sob before replying.
LANA
It's the right thing to do.
He beats on the glass in panic. His eyes brighten with a hot
blue energy as he gets more emotional. A crack appears in
the glass from Jake's fist's impact.
BAM!
Dark, vivid blood sprays against the back wall of the
sterile room. Jake is frozen into silence, horror etched
into his face as he stares at Lana's dead body. Sam slowly
approaches from behind. He quietly, sadly wraps his arms
around Jake.
SAM
That makes five. I'm sorry. I'm so
very sorry.
Jake drops his head down, chocking on a sob as Sam holds
him. His hands splayed across the window's surface bunch
into shaking fists. His head snaps up, body going rigid as
his eyes brighten with that same hot, white-blue energy. In
an instant it's as if a huge concussive force explodes from
him.
The clean room glass shatters.
Sam is ejected through the wall window out of sight.
Jake turns and makes his way over to the destroyed window,
looking down for Sam. There is a car directly below crushed
in by Sam's body draped across the roof. Jake is about to
turn away when he sees a misty, green energy collecting
around Sam. Sam's arm moves pulling his hand across his
face, fingers pinching between his eyes. He slowly rolls
himself off the car, glass tinkles as it pours off him.
SAM
(Calling up to Jake)
You're upset. I get it.
Sam finishes dusting himself clean, flicking a piece of
glass off his shoulder before offering up a brilliant smile
to Jake.
SAM
We're cutting it close, but I'll
give you one day, that's the
absolute most I can give you to
grieve before...well, end of the
world.
Jake is silent, broken, as he watches Sam raise his hand as
if calling for a taxi. There is a crackle of energy before a
phantom beast, roughly humanoid, materialzes offering its
hand to Sam. They're gone the next instant.
Jake returns to Lana's side. He makes his way to her,
dropping to his knees. He carefully, renewed tears flowing
down his face, cradles her body to his, and sobs.
INT. JAKE'S APARTMENT - DAY
31. Jake, still covered in Lana’s blood arrives home. He
takes a moment to look at his packed away life before
storing Lisa’s photo in a box. His restart wasn’t mean to
be. At least he could finally get closure with Lisa’s death.
He changes his clothes and leaves without another look.
CONTINUED
