The Wonder Land

The Mad Hatter is a bank robber and Alice is mad. A young girl who travels to Wonderland isn't something that's new to you, in fact you've all read the story before. However, listen closer and in this tale you might find something rather different.

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1. Pilot

The Wonder Land

By

Born to be Free (K)

 

Episode #1

“Pilot”

Time Span

This episodes takes place during a night and one day

                              Teaser: The night before (Night 1)

                              Act One: Day 1

                              Act Two: Day 1

                              Act Three: Day 1, Night 2

 

The Wonder Land

“Pilot”

Teaser

FADE IN:

EXT: WHITTINGHAM HOUSE

Late night. The camera zooms in on a rusty old sign depicting the name of the asylum. We follow as the camera tracks through the gates and up the steps to the asylum. Through barely lit and abandoned hallways to a library. In the library a NURSE stands over a YOUNG GIRL (ALICE) who sits in a chair with a book rested on her lap.

(CROW CAWING) (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) (CAWING) (THUNDER CRACKING) (RAIN PELTING THE WINDOWS OF THE LIBRARY)

NURSE

                                                            (Commanding)

All right, you've had long enough in here.
Let's go; time for bed.

(Pause)
I'm not buying the catatonic act.
So don't think that I'm going to drop my guard.
I know you can hear me.

(Getting frustrated)
Look at me when I'm talking to you.
I said look at me!

 (BUZZING) (DOOR CREAKING) (DOOR CLOSES) (A MALE ASSISTANT ENTERS)

MALE ASSISTANT

(To the NURSE with a worried tint)

Is she all right?

NURSE

She's fine.

(Angry sigh)
It's all part of the act. She's just a good actress.

(Brushing a stray hair out of her face while crossing her arms)
I’ve had enough of her. Up the dosage to three mils.
She wants catatonic? Give it to her.
(DOOR RATTLING) (THE NURSE EXITS)

MALE ASSISTANT

 Sorry about her.
She doesn't have the gentlest bedside manner.
But I do.
I promise to be gentle with you.
(Positions a needle to her wrist and pushes down after a pause he withdraws it)
Sorry about that.
I couldn’t find a vein.
I'll have to try again.

(Tries again to place the needle into her wrist)
Hmm…
(SIGHS) I'll just have to find a bigger vein.
(SCREAMING) (GLASS SHATTERING) (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) (GATE BUZZES) (BUZZES) (THE TWO MEN GUARDING THE DOOR ARE KICKED DOWN BY THE YOUNG GIRL) (THE YOUNG GIRL RUNS THROUGH THE ASYLUM TO THE GATES) (THE MALE ASSISTANT CATCHES UP WITH HER AND GRABS ONTO HER HOSPITAL GOWN) (SHOUTING) (GRUNTING) (SCREAMING)

MALE ASSISTANT

Sorry, Alice
But your treatment's not done.
Not yet.
(THE YOUNG GIRL PUNCHES WEAKLY AT THE MALE ASSITANT) (GROANS FROM THE YOUNG GIRL) (SOBBING) Please, I have to tell them! They're going to die.
(THUNDER CRACKING)
Every single one of them is going to die.

(THE YOUNG GIRL SLUMPS ONTO THE WET GROUND)

(THE SCREEN FADES TO BLACK WITH THE SOUND OF RAIN ECHOING IN THE DISTANCE)

                                                                                                                                                                     SMASH CUT TO:

MAIN TITLES

End of Teaser

 

Act One

FADE IN:  POLICE FORCE OFFICE 1

In a POLICE FORCE OFFICE a man stands facing a board filled with photos and string. The table behind him is littered with old coffee cups and a stray tie placed haphazardly on a chair.

TAYLOR SHAW, a young man in this early twenties, lean and fit, an investigator for the town’s police force.

 

                                             TAYLOR

               Are they real? Oh yeah -- Absolutely.

He turns to face the camera and rubs a tired face over weary eyes

TAYLOR

Believe it or not that is one of my most asked questions because they always disappear like ghosts.

He smiles as he paws through a stack of photographs

TAYLOR

But we have the photos to prove it.

 

Someone turns off the lights in the police office for a dramatic effect. You can just about see the eerie outline of Taylor’s face. A screen lights up on a nearby wall to reveal a camera footage.

                                                                                                                                                                     CUT TO:

FADE IN:

EXT. SQUARE PLAZA NEAR CITY BANK

Early Morning. Just after seven. The plaza where people exit the train station. There is a small market in the middle of the plaza.

An ARMOURED CITY WORK TRUCK idles in front of the bank. The driver sits anxiously behind the wheel, taking wide sweeps of the morning scene. A bank worker walks down the steps of the bank and towards the car. Nodding to the driver, he removes a metal safety deposit box from the truck. We see a SIDEARM strapped to his right hip.

We track the BANK WORKER. He weaves through various PEDESTRIANS, TRAVELERS, AND KIDS. We get the sense that something must be about to happen. It doesn’t.  The Bank Worker sees a SUSPICIOUS PERSON, who swivels near hooded eyes this way and that. The Bank Worker passes him, nothing happens.

He walks up the steps and enters the bank. Still nothing happens.

INT: CHESHIRE CITY BANK

Bang! The bank worker is knocked back   by an extraordinary force. A small bomb had went off and the bank was shrouded in misty smoke. Through hazy eyes the bank worker sees a MAN (THE MAD HATTER) who wears a hat with a plain leather mask covering his face and is ARMED.

Three more men, in various different animal masks to the man enter the bank moving past him and shouting. A masked rabbit (White rabbit) takes the safety deposit box from the bank workers hands.

THE MAD HATTER

This is a robbery, if you didn’t know! Everybody stay calm and you won’t be killed.

Everyone in the bank drops to the ground, some of them cowering to the men.

THE MASKED MEN

Everybody empty your pockets! If you leave anything in them we will know!

The stunned employees are pushed back while the bandits swiftly rifle through theirs pockets for cell phones, which they then all throw in a container. They then tie the employee’s hands.

The masked dog (THE BLOODHOUND) jumps over the counter and goes after an employee in the back.

WHITE RABBIT zip ties the front doors.

A masked hare (MARCH HARE) holds a watch in his left hand and checks it anxiously.

THE MAD HATTER

(To the guard)

Give me the keys.

The guard hesitates for a moment. THE MAD HATTER knocks him out with a solid punch to the nose. He takes the keys.

INT: Behind the counter.

THE BLOODHOUND opens cash drawers, pulling out handfuls of cash and storing them in a bag. He discards the dye pack contained inside it.

INT: security room

The MARCH HARE stands on a counter pulling electronics from the rack while still checking the watch now placed around his throat.

INT: The safety deposit box vault

The MAD HATTER searches the safety deposit box panel. He opens them randomly, withdrawing their contents. Most of them yielded cash. They were not the ones that he was looking for.

INT: MAIN BANK ROOM – MOMENTS LATER

The employees are all gathered in the center of the room, kneeling with their hands tied behind their backs with zip ties. Their phones all sit in a bleached container to the left. The MAD HATTER enters with quick strides as the rest of the masked men assemble.

The MARCH HARE matches his strides and checks his watch.

MARCH HARE

Come on.

The men walk to the bank manager, DAVID HYDE (30) who is forced to rise. The MAD HATTER points a handgun to his forehead.

WHITE RABBIT walks behind him and kicks Hyde’s legs. It is not a violent move but a warning.

WHITE RABBIT

You’re going to do everything he says or you get a bullet in your brain and in every single one of your employees.

Hyde nods weakly as he is hauled down a corridor to a vault. The Mad hatter hoists him up to vault door.

MAD HATTER

What time is the timer set for?

HYDE

(With gritted teeth)

Three weeks from now to the second

The mad hatter positions the gun to Hyde’s heart this time.

MAD HATTER

If you don’t reset it for now then you’re going to die

HYDE

You don’t scare me

MAD HATTER

                                                            (With a wiry grin)

I should.

Hyde is pushed to the ground with a laptop forced into his hands. Hyde sees that it is set up to reset the timer for the vault. With a quick glance to the masked men, who all hold guns to him, he gets to work.

WHITE RABBIT

                                                                           (calm)

Once you start do not stop.

The only sound in the vault is the sound of laptop keys being pressed furiously and the drip drop of Hyde’s sweat dripping down onto the laptop. Once done Hyde puts the computer down. The masked men then direct him closer to the door to the dial. Reaching with a trembling hand, he turns the dial and overshoots the next number. Cursing the mad hatter pushes the gun into the hair on the back of Hyde’s head.

MAD HATTER

Do not even think about stalling or stopping.

Hyde nods and after the third sweep of the dial, there’s a clack. White rabbit spins the wheel of the vault and the door opens.

Suddenly, there is an ear piercing shriek of an alarm.

MARCH HARE

Dammit.

The mad hatter does not worry and searches for a specific deposit box, inserting the key into number 13 he retrieves it.

On his way out of the vault he shoots the bank manager in the head.

The masked men run out of the bank.

When they depart the street in a normal street cab, they notice the police cars pulling up to the bank.

The March Hare checks his watch

MARCH HARE

                                                                           (Proudly)

5 minutes – a new record.

The contents of the cab all smile in unison while keeping their eyes on safety deposit box number 13.

                                                                                                                                                                     CUT TO:

INT: POLICE OFFICE 1

The screen goes dark and the lights go back up in the office. Taylor stands there with his arms crossed.

TAYLOR

That is the group known as the THE MASKS who have terrorized several cities in the district with similar heists; robbing banks, taking people hostage and breaking up gang fights with maximum causalities.

                                                                           (Sighing with a pause)

Some people call them vigilantes; I call them criminals. It is our job to catch them and put them behind bars like they deserve.

The camera swivels to a chair at the other end of the table, at the other side of the room from Taylor, where a loan woman sits.

LYDIA DAVENPORT is a woman with strawberry blonde hair and a pair of black glasses perched on her nose. She is a trainee on the force with this being her first official case; therefore Taylor meets her with apprehension.

LYDIA

(Walking to the bulletin board at the front of the room and eyes flicking from one image to another)

These were Cecily Smith’s killers?

Cecily Smith was a young girl who was found dead and tied to a lamppost via police hand cuffs. The strange thing was that her face was painted in red and a paper crown was placed on her head.

TAYLOR

Yes. Labs confirmed the blood match yesterday night.

Lydia taps her fingers on her thigh in a nervous yet thinking manner.

LYDIA

Have you notified her parents?

TAYLOR

To notify them when we haven’t caught them would be disheartening to them, this is why you were put on this taskforce so that they would be caught faster.

                                             (Pulling out files from underneath a pile)

We need to take down these ‘vigilantes’ because otherwise the public will think it’s alright to take the law into their own hands. It would be anarchy otherwise.

Lydia begins to walk out of the room, her high heels clicking on the floor.

TAYLOR

And where are you going?

LYDIA

To the crime scene. I need to know more about the profile of these criminals to plot their next move.

(Turning back to face him)

You coming?

Taylor shakes his head but follows her anyway.

                                                                                                                                                                     CUT TO:

INT: CHESIRE CITY BANK

The bank is cornered off with police tape as Lydia and Taylor walk up the steps. There are two police cars out on the street with police men surveilling the area. Inside the bank there is a lot of energy, mostly due to the fired-up LIEUTENANT THOMAS MITCHELL. The LIEUTENANT stands in a defensive position and as he spots the two detectives coming in he walks to them with a fast stride.

LIEUTENANT

They left three victims – one dead, two critically injured. They were taken away two hours ago to the hospital. Roughly twenty witnesses with several slightly barmy.

The Lieutenant points a finger and motions the two to follow him. Lydia rolls her eyes at the man for his use of the word ‘barmy’.

TAYLOR

                                                                           (Questioning)

Do you know how they got away?

LIEUTENANT

Could’ve walked for all I care, still does nothing for us; they got away anyhow.

LYDIA

(Raising her glasses further up her nose while piping up)

For them to walk would be impractical, it’s been just under three hours with a walking foot speed of two point five miles per hour which rounds up to an eight mile radius. They wouldn’t get very far. Plus, it would be noticeable to any passersby. Due to that it’s more than likely that they stole a car that would blend in with morning traffic.

The Lieutenant and Taylor look at her, stopping for a moment before Taylor shakes his head and motions for the Lieutenant to carry on.

LIEUTENANT

The security footage wasn’t even tapped out, they must’ve wanted us to see everything. From the witnesses, they rounded up all of them in the middle, tied them up and raided the place. They then took the manager and shot him in the vault.

TAYLOR

What about the two injured?

LIEUTENANT

The security guard on the inside of the door and another patrolling the perimeter. The former is fine but the latter is critical. They shot him.

Lydia turns around and sweeps her eyes across the main room of the bank. Meanwhile, Taylor and the Lieutenant finish talking and the Lieutenant walks off to go talk to one of his officers near the door of the bank.

LYDIA

The Lieutenant have anything interesting to say?

TAYLOR

                                                                           (Crooking an eyebrow)

Just saying that we have the entire police department in our hands. That’s not a lot since Cheshire is a small town in the country. They’re set up on the border and in the main town just in case they crop up again. You got something against the man?

LYDIA

He’s taking this one personally, probably knew one of the victims or one of the witnesses. It hinders his judgement on the case.

She turns away just as Taylor rolls his eyes and mumbles something incoherent.

LYDIA (contin…)

We need to try and figure out what this group is going to do next, but from the file I know that you don’t know their motives or much about them really.

TAYLOR

And how are you going to do that with your magical crystal ball?

LYDIA

                                                                           (Nonchalantly)

No. With science and statistics.

She walks to the front door and points to wear a forensics marker documents where the security guard was.

LYDIA

They probably have a smart member that was able to hack into the systems to probably get the rough lay out and routine of the employees. They would probably then survey the area to figure out the opportune moment to break in while using a low level smoke bomb as a distraction. You can still slightly smell it in the air but getting one of those meant that they’re either in the field or they stole one. Next they probably shot the guard out front or waited until he did something to annoy them.

TAYLOR

And on their way they shot two people like spree killers.

LYDIA

They aren’t spree killers because otherwise we wouldn’t have as many witnesses alive. They would have been aggressive and shot as many as they could to eliminate information about them being spread. I think they know you don’t know a lot about them and so don’t really care.

(A pause as Lydia thinks)

They’re calculated; this was planned.

She turns a grim smile towards Taylor as his brow crinkles. It was not what he wanted to hear. He wanted to catch the criminals as soon as was remotely possible.

                                                                                                                                                                     CUT TO:

EXT: AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE

The Mad Hatter walks past a row of closed door on the outside of the warehouse. He holds a phone in his hand which starts to ring. As he lifts it to his ear he listens to the speaker on the line. The Mad Hatter smiles.

                                                                                                                                                                     CUT TO:

INT: THE BANK VAULT

Taylor and Lydia check out the Bank Vault. It is a wreck. Blood still remains on the floor when where the group shot the bank manager. Lydia grimaces as she steps over the pool.

LYDIA

                                                                           (Referring to the forensics team)

They couldn’t clean up, when they were done?

TAYLOR

                                                                           (Grinning)

That’s not their job to do.

(Pause)

They forced the manager to reset the timer for the vault to gain access. The bank systems record the timer being reset but an alarm going off due to it. The Masks would have had to bring a laptop or tablet with them for it to be done.

LYDIA

                                                                           (Nodding)

That could mean that the intelligent one would be the member that hung back without doing strenuous work. You don’t want your laptop breaking in the middle of a heist.

Stepping into the vault Lydia scans down the rows of safety deposit boxes and works out which one was missing.

LYDIA

Bank systems always record what each safety deposit holds in case of it being stolen. What was in box number thirteen?

TAYLOR

                                                                           (Looking at Lydia)

There’s only one way to find out.

                                                                                                                                                      FADE OUT:

End of Act One

 

Act Two

FADE IN:

INT: POLICE OFFICE 1

Lydia sits at the long table with a laptop perched on her knees. She taps aimlessly onto the table top as she ignores the two men in front of her. Taylor and the Lieutenant stand opposite to one another. The Lieutenant is angry.

LIEUTENANT

That security guard just flat lined. That puts it up to two.

TAYLOR

The security guard wasn’t meant to be killed. My guess was he was a liability on one of the member’s shoddy shot.

LIEUTENANT

                                                                           (Frustrated)

You’re saying that the security guard wasn’t meant to be touched?

TAYLOR

No. But yes.

LIEUTENANT

Come on.

TAYLOR

Trust me.

LIEUTENANT

This group is clearly psychotic. Going into banks and –

Lydia sighs and places the laptop onto the table while standing. She puts her chair in and stares at the Lieutenant, cutting him off mid sentence.

LYDIA

Who did you know in that bank?

LIEUTENANT

                                                                           (Spluttering in shock)

Excuse me?

LYDIA

You heard me perfectly. Answer the question.

LIEUTENANT

                                                                           (Disgusted)

My sister was in that bank today. One of the tools brushed her hair and harassed her while tying her up.

LYDIA

My condolences on your sister; however, your close relationship hinders this investigation.

Lydia puts a hand up to silence the Lieutenant as he goes to interrupt.

LYDIA (contin)

You believe that if you make them psychopaths it’ll be enough reason to gather in more forces from outside towns. That would result in either a standoff where the group would be defeated or the group running scared out of this town. Either way that would protect your sister from further harm.

LIEUTENANT

                                                                           (Extremely annoyed)

Who do you…?

The Lieutenant takes a step towards Lydia.

TAYLOR

                                                                           (Commanding)

 Mitchell, I would think otherwise before continuing to harass my colleague.

Taylor places a hand firmly on the other man’s shoulder.

TAYLOR (contin)

Otherwise I can say something to a buddy of mine and get you removed from this case.

The Lieutenant huffs but silences while taking a seat at the table. His arms are crossed and he visibly seethes. There is silence for a few moments. Taylor looks at some of the crime scene photos on the table.

TAYLOR

Look at the first safety deposit room.

He slides the photo across to the Lieutenant who looks at it.

LIEUTENANT

It’s a mess.

LYDIA

                                                                           (Hurrying to see the photograph)

It’s more than that. They were looking for something.

LIEUTENANT

Yeah. The safety deposit boxes.

LYDIA

No, if he was just going in there to just retrieve them it wouldn’t be so messy. It was like he thought the one he was looking for would be in there but it wasn’t. To at least get something from that room he removes different boxes randomly.

 The laptop then beeps alerting Lydia who goes back to it.

LYDIA

I haven’t found out about box number thirteen yet. But I have found something about the other box that was stolen today.

TAYLOR

Out with it, Genius.

Lydia smiles before projecting the laptops contents onto the wide screen at the front.

LYDIA

I think The Masks chose today to strike because a safety deposit box – number 127 – was arriving today via an armored truck. I tracked the directions of a truck to a house just outside of the city.

She then pointed to a map shown on the screen with the truck's route highlighted in red.

TAYLOR

Do we know what was in the box?

LYDIA

Not yet. The system has it classified to the sender.

Looking back to face Taylor, Lydia saw that he was smiling and he pulled his car keys out of his pocket.

The camera then zooms in on the map, more specifically to the house where the journey looped back.

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INT: NUMBER THREE AT HORNCASTLE DRIVE

The camera zooms in on a house which is made out of brick and surrounded by flowers. Lydia and Taylor knock and the door and wait for a while, Taylor grumbling and checking his watch.  We see the door open to reveal an old woman of about fifty years old, white long hair tied back in a ponytail. This is MEREDITH WALKER, the owner of the safety deposit box.

MEREDITH

                                                                           (Politely)

Can I help you, darlings?

Lydia smiles at the old woman, going to introduce themselves but Taylor beats her to it.

TAYLOR

Meredith Walker, I am Taylor Shaw, my associate here is Lydia Davenport and we are detectives investigating the local bank robbery. We have reason to believe that your safety deposit box was stolen.

MEREDITH

Oh my, I suppose that you should come in then.

Taylor turns to face Lydia with a crook of the eyebrow. They then both head into the house which is neatly furnished with various family photos hanging on the walls.

LYDIA

Excuse me asking but you don’t really sound shocked to hear about your possessions being stolen.

MEREDITH

                                                                           (Turning to face Lydia)

When I placed it in the banks care the man I gave it to told me that there was a chance of it being stolen even in a well policed city. He said these things just could happen.

(Pause)

Now, darlings, do you want some tea?

Taylor declined with a dismissive hand while Lydia nodded her head. They then both followed the old woman into the kitchen where she began to boil the kettle and set out cups.

TAYLOR

Did this man give you a number or any ways to contact him?

There is silence in the kitchen for a few moments. The pair are left somewhat dumbfounded as they ponder whether the old woman heard him or not. Taylor goes to repeat his question.

MEREDITH

He gave me an email address so that I could email any questions I had.

LYDIA

Miss Walker, banks don’t give out personal email addresses they usually ask to either phone or go directly to the bank. In a small town like this it is usually a direct meeting at the bank itself.

The kettle clicks at Meredith pours tea for herself and for Lydia. Handing Lydia her cup of tea and pointing at the milk and sugar at the table.

MEREDITH

 Darlings, I didn’t question and I didn’t email him, now you didn’t just come here to tell me that.

Lydia pours milk and sugar into her tea and stirs with a spoon Meredith offers from a draw.

TAYLOR

Did he write his email down anywhere?

MEREDITH

I still have it behind the clock on the mantelpiece in the living room.

Taylor thanks the old woman with a gesture and goes to retrieve the email. Meredith stares at Lydia for a few moments with a sharp gaze. It makes Lydia somewhat uncomfortable.

LYDIA

                                                                           (Clearing her throat)

We came to enquire why your safety deposit box caught the attention of the criminals.

MEREDITH

Darling, you want to know what was in the box.

Lydia nods and slurps at her tea.

MEREDITH (contin)

A family heirloom which has been passed down from generations in my family since the Victorian era. More specifically an elaborate lock and key mechanism.

LYDIA

                                                                           (Thinking aloud)

Why would some criminals want a lock and key so badly?

MEREDITH

It’s your job to find out; not mine darling.

Before Lydia could reply Taylor re-enters the room with a slip of paper.

TAYLOR

                                                                           (Reading aloud from the paper)

SeanMcCarthy@ChesireBank.co.uk

(Pause)

Banks don’t have personal employee addresses only for those that are general.

LYDIA

Can I have a look at the handwriting?

Taylor looks at her weirdly but hands over the slip of paper. Lydia places it on the coffee table ignoring how Taylor and Meredith huddle around her like birds hungry for bread.

LYDIA (contin)

Narrow spacing, pointed letters and the I is slashed.

TAYLOR

Does that mean anything?

LYDIA

Narrow spacing suggests that the writer can’t stand to be alone and is intrusive, while the pointed letters represent an intense but very intelligent writer. The slashed I could mean that the writer is overly self-critical with little patience for inadequacy. Although the writer could have changed his handwriting in order to alter his whole persona instead of just adopting a new name and wardrobe.

MEREDITH

                                                                           (Chuckling)

You’ve got a smart one on your hands here darling.

TAYLOR

Again, does all of that mean anything?

LYDIA

Have you not guessed?

Taylor stares at her blankly for a moment and Lydia carries on.

LYDIA (contin)

It means that one of the group has had to create a whole new identity to take up in order to carry out this heist. From the file the other heists were quick and straightforward with simple grabs. This attention to detail means that the group are focused about this bank. More specifically it shows us that the group is intelligent even maybe specially picked in order for the job. However, if that is the case it means that each member is valuable and so mistakes should be avoided at all costs.

MEREDITH

I rest my case darling.

Meredith takes the half empty cup off of Lydia places it in the sink and walks out of the room. The detectives can hear that she makes her way up the stairs.

MEREDITH (contin)

                                                            (Shouting down the stairs)

If that is all darlings then you can show your own way out of my house, thank you.

The detectives look at each other stunned.

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INT: WAREHOUSE

The Mad Hatter enters the warehouse still with his mask on, he rolls up his sleeves to reveal a tattoo of a single ace of spades card on his left forearm. With both sleeves rolled up to his satisfaction he looks at the camera with a crooked head.

MAD HATTER

Let’s get started then gentlemen.

He claps and turns to face away from the camera. He slowly reaches up to peel off his mask to reveal a head of copper hair.

MAD HATTER

                                                                           (Gleeful)

This is going to be so much fun.

 

                                                                                                                                                                     CUT TO:

INT: POLICE OFFICE 1

Taylor and Lydia both face the screen which plays the surveillance footage and the board filled with crime scene photos.

TAYLOR

Okay, where does this leave us?

LYDIA

                                                                           (Looking back at her computers)

The alias Sean McCarthy is in fact an employee at the bank, he was employed a couple of weeks ago and his CV checks out also. He supposedly quit just two days ago after an altercation with another employee, we’ll go back to the bank tomorrow to speak with the manager.

TAYLOR

Good, what else?

LYDIA

We’ve identified some of the characteristics of the group, now we just have to put the traits to the masks.

(She points at the screen)

The intelligent one with the technological background will probably be the March Hare since he is seen held back from the other three.

(She flicks a finger nail at the grimy footage of the watch held in his hand)

He looks nervous probably signifying that he doesn’t go into operations as often as the others.

TAYLOR

What about the one with the email alias? I don’t think it’s the main man because that would be too expendable.

LYDIA

I agree, the Mad Hatter will often order and do the main things while giving the others the tasks to obey.

(She taps her fingers on her chin a few moments in thought)

An alias is there to build trust with others, the Mad Hatter might put it on his second the White rabbit.

TAYLOR

I would think that he would want his second to stick close to him, he trusts him the most to get things done so he would want him to do something closer to home maybe.

LYDIA

If we are going on that notion, it will be the Blood Hound. In the surveillance he is the first one in, suggesting faith in the group. But nothing screams to me that he is independent within the group as a whole.

TAYLOR

The other two members will be hard to track; they hold themselves in high regard.

LYDIA

                                                                           (Murmuring)

That’s an understatement.

(Clearing her throat)

They are more confident and confidence seeps arrogance. Arrogance is the trip wire to every human being. We will catch them eventually.

TAYLOR

Eventually.

(Pause)

But how many people will have to die because we catch the bastards?

Lydia shoots him a sorrowful look and shrugs. Taylor sighs and rubs his hand over his eyes in exhaustion.

                                                                                                                                                                     FADE OUT:

End of Act Two

 

Act Three

FADE IN:

INT: TAYLORS CAR - LATER

Taylor and Lydia sit in a car driving through town. Taylor is dropping off Lydia to her apartment and the car is filled with silence as the duo contemplate the previous day. It is dark and the windshield wipers try to free the glass from the torrent of rain.

The car is everything a detective would want. Black and mysterious on the outside, leather covering everything on the inside. It is a shadow on wheels.

EXT: CHESHIRE TOWN – LATER

Where the car can be seen, from above, driving effortlessly through the near empty streets of the town.

EXT: THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE TOWN

We follow the car through the town to the outskirts which is sparser than the town. There are only a few buildings which are all concrete and stocky structures.

The car slows in front of one of these structures, an apartment block, on the very edge of the town. So close that further up the road the welcome sign can be seen. The car parks haphazard in one of the bays as Taylor eases the car to a stop.

INT: CAR – CONTINUOUS

Lydia has an elbow and her cheek against the window of the car. Taylor looks at her as if anticipating her to get out of the car.

TAYLOR

Here we are.

He unlocks the car, the sound audible in the quiet vehicle. The rain continues to beat down on the car.

LYDIA

Right.

(Pause)

Goodnight.

She goes to exit the car but Taylor locks the car again, the sound loud in the car once more. Lydia turns to face the detective with an annoyed expression on her face.

LYDIA (contin)

Shaw, I need my beauty sleep let me out of your mystery car.

It is the first time she has addressed him by his surname and Taylor is taken aback by it. To waver her he leans back in the seat casually and crosses his arms in a defensive pose.

TAYLOR

Something is up with you and I want to know what it is.

LYDIA

Nothing is up with me I just want to go to sleep, is that too much to ask?

TAYLOR

You’ll be able to sleep quicker if you just tell me what is wrong.

Lydia goes to answer, opening her mouth to retort with something angry.

TAYLOR (contin)

And don’t bullshit me and say that nothing is.

LYDIA

                                                                           (Sighing heavily and looking out of the window)

When I signed up for this, I wanted to help people. But this case is going nowhere and I feel helpless. I became a detective to never feel helpless again and to not make other people feel that way too. It just seems –

TAYLOR

Pointless?

Lydia nods and pushes her glasses further up her nose.

TAYLOR (contin)

Detectives all go through that, you feel stuck and you regret your decision for this job for whatever reason. But the fact is when you close a case, the feeling of justice is enough to make it all worthwhile. It is your first day on the job and I can assure you that most cases will not be solved in a day.

LYDIA

Many of them still have unsolved written in capitals on their faces.

TAYLOR

You are going to feel this way again and again, it’s just something that you have to get over.

LYDIA

Time heals all wounds.

TAYLOR

                                                                           (Shaking his head)

It covers them in scar tissue to make them easier to bear but it doesn’t heal them.

He has a grim smile on his face as he unlocks the car once more. Lydia pulls the hood up of the coat she is wearing and braces herself for walk to her apartment through the rain.

TAYLOR (contin)

You’re a genius Lydia, you know everything so we will solve this case.  You just have to be patient.

Lydia turns to face him just as she puts her hand on the door handle.

LYDIA

I don’t know everything, despite your notion that I do.

TAYLOR

You are smarter than me and most.

LYDIA

I may have statistics but experience outranks it any day.

She exits the car with a somewhat grace, she shivers at the feel of the rain on her back. Since the door is open the sound of the heavy rain is almost deafening in the once silent car.

LYDIA (contin)

                                                                           (Smiling)

You have a great night Taylor.

Taylor nods at her and Lydia shuts the car door. She runs, as well as she can in her high heels, to the front door of the apartment block so that she is saved from the rain. Just as she is about to enter the building she looks back at Taylor’s car and waves. Once Taylor see’s he nods and reverses out of the bay. Lydia watches the car until she can no longer see it.

INT: THE APARTMENT BUILDING

The camera follows Lydia as she waves to the man at the front desk, who is nearly asleep in his chair, and calls for the lift. She taps her foot as she waits.

INT: THE LIFT

Lydia watches as the numbers get higher and the lift gets closer to her apartment. She looks visibly nervous, switching her eyes between the numbers and a sign which reads what to do when the lift gets stuck. She pauses in this to look at the mirror at her appearance. Lydia sighs as she tries to make herself look more presentable and tidy. The lift dings and Lydia exits the lift.

INT: LYDIA’S APARTMENT.

Lydia arrives to her floor and walks tiredly along the corridor. Once she arrives at the door, she drops her keys twice before putting them in the lock and entering the apartment.

The apartment is temporary, most of the heists had been around the area and so she was just renting this for a month. It was tidy but not very homely or cozy.

Lydia goes to her home phone to check for her messages.

HOME PHONE

You have three messages…

Lydia hits a button and recoils as her own voice is echoed out.

LYDIA (voice mail)

Hello. I’m not here right now, so leave a message!  Make it short, make it sweet, or I’ll have to press delete.

LYDIA’S MOM

This is mom here sweetie and I just wanted to wish you a great first day on the job. Know that I and your father are incredibly proud of you, remember to check in with us once in a while, love you.

Lydia presses delete and writes a note on a post it note near the phone to call her mother.

LYDIA (voice mail)

Hello. I’m not here right now, so leave a message!  Make it short, make it sweet, or I’ll have to press delete.

LYDIA’S EX

Lyds you didn’t have to quit your job just to get away from me. I’m sorry okay, I don’t like the way it ended and you were the best thing to ever happen to me. Just come back home. Please.

Lydia also presses delete on that and looks frustrated at the call.

LYDIA (voice mail)

Hello. I’m not here right now, so leave a message!  Make it short, make it sweet, or I’ll have to press delete.

A NURSE

Hello, this is Nurse Kathy at Whittingham House regarding your Grandfather’s health. Miss Davenport, he has taken a turn for the worst and we are calling all immediate family for a visit. My advice would be to see him soon, ring for an appointment if you can.

(Pause)

Have a nice day!

Lydia also presses delete on that one but makes a note on another post it note to make an appointment. She goes through the Livingroom to her bedroom where she places the two post it notes on her mirror. Her mirror is full of post it notes varying in colour and reminders, ranging from to pick up milk to set an alarm to go jogging in the morning.

                                                                                                                                                                     CUT TO:

INT: POLICE OFFICE 1

Taylor sits at the boardroom staring at his notes, full of barely illegible writing.

TAYLOR

                                                                           (Murmuring)

Lock and key, lock and key, what is so important about a lock and key?

A cleaner pauses in his hoovering outside of the room and knocks on the door. Without an answer he pushes the door open.

CLEANER

Eh, Mr. Shaw?

He gets no reply and has no choice but to go over there. He taps Taylor’s shoulder and steps back upon the startled response.

CLEANER

Late night Mr. Shaw?

TAYLOR

Yeah, yeah.

CLEANER

I’ll leave the coffee pot then.

Taylor nods at him and the cleaner exits, whistling as he gets out of the room. Taylor loosens his tie and props his feet onto the table, bringing the notes closer to his body.

TAYLOR

Lock and key, lock and key.

                                                                                                                                                                     CUT TO:

INT: LYDIA’S BEDROOM

Lydia lays in her bed and yawns, cracking her jaw in the process. She rubs a tired hand over her eyes.

LYDIA

                                                                           (Whispering)

What have I got myself in for?

She switches the light off.

LYDIA (V.O)

Imagination is more important than knowledge.  Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world. Albert Einstein.

                                                                                                                                                      FADE OUT:

End of Act Three

 

Roll credits. 

 

AN: I know that this is the same chapter, but just changed about three times. Screenplays have a lot of revisions before they are actually finished so hey, this is logical. Normal screenplays are sometimes 60 pages long and this one is about 25 so I'm getting there, but it's not always about quantity :). Happy reading! 

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