[PREVIOUSLY_ON]
You make jumps you can't explain, Will. The evidence explains. Then help me find some evidence. I wouldn't put him out there! Should he get too close, I need you to make sure he's not out there alone. I don't think the Shrike killed that girl in the field. This girl's killer thought that she was a pig. You think this was a copycat? I think I can help good Will, see his face. Hello? They know.
(gunshots)
You said he wouldn't get too close. See?
(gunshots)
(knocking)
Jack: We're here!
(police radio chatter)
Will: Could be a permanent installation in your Evil Minds Museum.
Jack: Well, what we learn about Garrett Jacob Hobbs will help us catch the next one like him. There's still seven bodies unaccounted for.
Will: Yeah, well, he was eating them.
Jack: Had to be some parts he wasn't eating.
Will: Not necessarily.
Jack: All right, what if Hobbs wasn't eating alone? It's a lot of work. Disappearing these girls, butchering them, and then not leaving a shred of anything other than what's in this room.
Will: Someone he hunted with.
Jack: Someone who is in a coma, who also happened to be someone he hunted with.
Will: Abigail Hobbs is a suspect?
Jack: We've been conducting house-to-house interviews at the Hobbs residence, and, uh, at this property also. Hobbs spent a lot of time here. Spent a lot of time with his daughter here. She would make the ideal bait, wouldn't she?
Will: Hobbs killed alone. Ah... someone else was here.
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(Applause)
Will: Thank you. Please stop that. This is how I caught Garrett Jacob Hobbs. It's his resignation letter. Does anybody see the clue? There isn't one. He wrote a letter, he left a phone number, no address. That's it. Bad bookkeeping and dumb luck. (gasping) Garrett Jacob Hobbs is dead. The question now is how to stop those his story is going to inspire. (projector click) He's already got one admirer. A copycat.
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Will: Hi.
Alana: How are you, Will?
Will: Uh, I have no idea.
Alana: Um, I didn't want you to be ambushed.
Will: This is an ambush?
Alana: Ambush is later. Immediately later soon to now. When Jack arrives, consider yourself ambushed.
Will: Here's Jack.
Jack: How was class?
Will: Um, they applauded. It was inappropriate.
Jack: Well, the review board would beg to differ. You're up for a commendation. And they've, uh, okayed active return to the field.
Alana: The question is, do you want to go back to the field?
Jack: I want him back in the field. And I've told the board I'm recommending a psych eval.
Will: Are we starting now?
Alana: Oh, the session wouldn't be with me.
Jack: Hannibal Lecter's a better fit. Your relationship's not personal. But if you are more comfortable with Dr. Bloom-
Will: No, I'm not going to be comfortable with anybody inside my head.
Alana: You've never killed anyone before, Will. It's a deadly force encounter. It's a lot to digest.
Will: I used to work Homicide.
Jack: The reason you currently used to work Homicide is because you didn't have the stomach for pulling the trigger. You just pulled the trigger ten times!
Will: Wait, so a psych eval isn't a formality?
Jack: No, it's so I can get some sleep at night. I asked you to get close to the Hobbs thing. I need to know you didn't get too close. How many nights did you spend in Abigail Hobbs' hospital room, Will?
Will: Therapy doesn't work on me.
Jack: Therapy doesn't work on you because you won't let it.
Will: And because I know all the tricks.
Jack: Well, perhaps you need to un-learn some tricks.
Alana: Why not have a conversation with Hannibal? He was there. He knows what you went through.
Jack: Come on, Will. I need my beauty sleep!
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Will: What's that?
Hannibal: Your psychological evaluation. You are totally functional and more or less sane. Well done.
Will: Did you just rubber stamp me?
Hannibal: Yes. Jack Crawford may lay his weary head to rest knowing he didn't break you and our conversation can proceed unobstructed by paperwork.
Will: Jack thinks that I need therapy.
Hannibal: What you need is a way out of dark places when Jack sends you there.
Will: Last time he sent me into a dark place, I brought something back.
Hannibal: A surrogate daughter? You saved Abigail Hobbs' life. You also orphaned her. That comes with certain emotional obligations, regardless of empathy disorders.
Will: You were there. You saved her life too. Do you feel obligated?
Hannibal: Yes. I feel a staggering amount of obligation. I feel responsibility. I've fantasized about scenarios where my actions may have allowed a different fate for Abigail Hobbs.
Will: Jack thinks Abigail Hobbs helped her dad kill those girls.
Hannibal: How does that make you feel?
Will: How does it make you feel?
Hannibal: I find it vulgar.
Will: Me too.
Hannibal: And entirely possible.
Will: It's not what happened.
Hannibal: Jack will ask her when she wakes up, or he'll have one of us ask her.
Will: Is this therapy, or a support group?
Hannibal: It's whatever you need it to be. And, Will, the mirrors in your mind can reflect the best of yourself, not the worst of someone else.
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Boy1: What is that?
Boy2: I bet it's marijuana.
Boy3: Mushrooms. Look, they got tubes to water 'em or something.
Boy2: No, it's a marijuana plant.
Boy1: That's not marijuana.
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Beverly: I'm pretty sure firearm accuracy isn't a prerequisite for teaching.
Will: Well, I've been in the field before.
Beverly: Now you're back in the saddle. Ish.
Will: Ish indeed. Took me 10 shots to drop Hobbs.
Beverly: Zeller wanted to give you the bullets he pulled out of Hobbs in an acrylic case, but I told him you wouldn't think it was funny.
Will: Probably not.
Beverly: I suggested one of those clackin' swingin' ball things.
Will: That would've been funny.
Beverly: You're a Weaver. I took you for an isosceles guy.
Will: I have a rotator cuff issue so I have to use the Weaver stance.
Beverly: You are tight.
Will: I got stabbed when I was a cop.
Beverly: Yeah, I got stabbed in the third grade with a number two pencil. Thought I was gonna get lead poisoning.
Will: Uh, no lead in pencils; It's graphite.
Beverly: See if that helps with the recoil.
Will: That was better. You come all the way down here to teach me how to shoot?
Beverly: No. Jack sent me down here to find out what you know about gardening.
(crow cawing)
Jack: So, Lecter gave you the all-clear. Therapy might work on you after all.
Will: Therapy is an acquired taste which I have yet to acquire. But, uh, it served your purpose. I'm back in the field.
Jack: Local police found tire tracks on a hidden service road and some small animal traps in the surrounding area.
Will: He wanted to keep his crop undisturbed.
Jack: The only thing missing is the scarecrow.
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Jimmy: OK, we've got nine bodies, various stages of decay, and as you can see, all very well fertilized.
Beverly: He buried them in a high-nutrient compost. He was enthusiastically encouraging decomposition.
Brian: They were buried alive with the intention of keeping them that way. I mean, for a little while.
Jimmy: : Long enough for the fungus to eat away any distinguishing characteristics.
Brian: Line and rebar were used to administer intravenous fluids after they were buried. He was feeding them something.
Will: No restraints?
Jimmy: Just dirt.
Beverly: The other end of the air-supply system comes up over there.
It isn't a very considerate clean air solution, which clearly wasn't a priority, 'cause he isn't lazy.
Will: No, he's not.
Beverly: You find any shitakes?
Brian: : No.
Jack: Welcome back.
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Detective: Tell Sam to give me a call, will you? Thank you. Excuse me.
Freddie: I'm one of the parents of the explorers who found the bodies. I wanted to thank you for being so good with all the boys.
Detective: Those boys were very brave.
Freddie: They are good boys.
Detective: Yeah.
Freddie: You're a local police detective?
Detective: Yes ma'am.
Freddie: Would it be an imposition to ask a few things? The boys are gonna have questions and I just want to be as honest with them as-
Detective: Of course.
Freddie: Can you, uh, tell me what that man is doing over there by himself?
Detective: He's some kind of special consultant. Works for the FBI.
Freddie: Huh.
(sound muted)
(soft ambient pulse)
(Sound returns.)
Will: I do not bind his arms or legs as I bury him in a shallow grave. (ventilator pumping) He's alive. But he will never be conscious again. He won't know that he's dying. I don't need him to. This is my design.
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Detective: I think your family's leaving.
Freddie: We drove separately.
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(muffled gasp) (Will gasping)
Will: I need an EMT!
(person gasping)
Katz: EMT! We need an EMT!
Officer Zeller: Don't touch him!
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Will: This may have been premature.
Hannibal: What did you see? Out in the field.
Will: Hobbs.
Hannibal: An association?
Will: A hallucination. I saw him lying there in someone else's grave.
Hannibal: Did you tell Jack what you saw?
Will: No!
Hannibal: It's stress. Not worth reporting. You displaced the victim of another killer's crime with what could arguably be considered your victim.
Will: I don't consider Hobbs my victim.
Hannibal: What do you consider him?
Will: Dead?
Hannibal: Is it harder imagining the thrill somebody else feels killing, now that you've done it yourself? The arms.
Why did he leave them exposed? To hold their hands? To feel the life leaving their bodies?
Will: No, that's too esoteric for someone who took the time to bury his victims in a straight line. He's more practical.
Hannibal: He was cultivating them.
Will: He was keeping them alive. He was feeding them intravenously.
Hannibal: But your farmer let his crops die. Save for the one that didn't.
Will: Well, and the one that didn't died on the way to the hospital, though they weren't crops; They were the fertilizer. The bodies were covered in fungus.
Hannibal: The structure of a fungus mirrors that of the human brain an intricate web of connections.
Will: So maybe he admires their ability to connect the way human minds can't.
Hannibal: Yours can.
Will: (laughs) Yep. Um yeah, not physically.
Hannibal: Is that what your farmer is looking for? Some sort of connection?
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Hannibal: Have a good evening, Will.
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Hannibal: Miss Kimball?
Freddie: Yes.
Hannibal: Good evening. Please come in.
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Freddie: I've, uh, never seen a psychiatrist before. And I am unfortunately thorough, so you're one of three doctors I'm interviewing. It's more or less a bake-off.
Hannibal: I'm very supportive of bake-offs. It's important you find someone you're comfortable with.
Freddie: I can imagine you as my therapist, which is good. If I can't visualize opening up emotionally, I know it would be a problem.
Hannibal: May I ask why now?
Freddie: Do you mind if I ask you a few questions first?
Hannibal: Of course not.
Freddie: I love that you've written so much on social exclusion. Since that's why I'm here, I was wondering-
Hannibal: Are you Freddie Lounds?
Freddie: Ah...
Hannibal: This is unethical, even for a tabloid journalist.
Freddie: I am, uh, I am so embarrassed.
Hannibal: I'm afraid I must ask for your bag.
Freddie: What?
Hannibal: Your bag. Please hand it over. I'd rather not take it from you. Thank you.
Freddie: I was recording our conversation.
Hannibal: Our conversation? Yours and mine?
Freddie: Yes.
Hannibal: No other conversation?
Freddie: No.
Hannibal: You were very persistent about your appointment time. How did you know when Will Graham would be here?
Freddie: I may have also recorded your session with Will Graham.
Hannibal: You didn't answer the question. How did you know?
Freddie: I can't answer that question.
Hannibal: Come. Sit by me. Delete the conversations you recorded. Doctor-patient confidentiality works both ways. Delete it, please. You've been terribly rude, Miss Lounds. What's to be done about that?
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[ ♪ J.S. Bach: Cello Suite No.4: Prelude ]
Hannibal: Loin, served with a Cumberland sauce of red fruits.
Jack: Um, loin. What kind?
Hannibal: Pork.
Jack: Wonderful. I don't get many opportunities to, uh, eat home-cooked meals. My wife and I both work, and, uh, as hard as I tried not to, I did wind up marrying my mother.
Hannibal: Your mother didn't cook?
Jack: She did, she did. I only wish she didn't. There was this meal she used to prepare. She liked to call it "oriental noodles". Spaghetti, soy sauce, bouillon cubes, and spam. I was raised thin as a youngster.
Hannibal: Well, next time, bring your wife. I'd love to have you both for dinner.
Jack: Thank you. Mmm. Lovely. So, why do you think Will Graham... came back to see you?
Hannibal: I'm sure he recognizes the necessity of his own support structure if he is to go on supporting you in the field.
Jack: Well, I believe that a guy like Will Graham knows exactly what's going on inside of his head, which is why he doesn't want anyone else up there.
Hannibal: Are you not accustomed to broken ponies in your stable?
Jack: You think Will Graham's a broken pony?
Hannibal: I think you think Will is a broken pony. Have you ever lost a pony, Jack?
Jack: If you're asking me whether or not I've ever lost someone in the field, the answer is yes. Why?
Hannibal: I want to understand why you're so delicate with Will. Because you don't trust him, or because you're afraid of losing another pony?
Jack: I've already had my psych eval.
Hannibal: Not by me. You've already told me about your mother. Why stop there?
Jack: (laughing) Oh, great. All right. Mmm...
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Will: What were they soaked in?
Jimmy: A highly concentrated mixture of hardwoods, shredded newspaper, and pig poop perfect for growing mushrooms and other fungi.
Brian: It was not the mushrooms, though. They all died of kidney failure.
Beverly: Dextrose in all the catheters. He probably used some kind of dialysis or peristaltic to pump fluids after their circulatory systems broke down.
Will: Force-feeding them sugar water?
Jimmy: You know who loves sugar water? Mushrooms.
They crave it.
Brain: Recovering alcoholics. They crave sugar. Uh, don't take that personally, buddy.
Jimmy: Oh, I'm not recovering.
Brain: Feed sugar to the fungus in your body, the fungus creates alcohol, so it's like friends helping friends, really.
Will: It's not just alcoholics who have compromised endocrine systems. They all died of kidney failure? Death by diabetic ketoacidosis.
Beverly: Did you know they were diabetics?
Brain: We don't know they were diabetics.
Will: No, they're all diabetics. He induces a coma and puts them in the ground.
Beverly: How is he inducing diabetic comas?
Will: Changes their medication. So he's a doctor or a pharmacist or he works somewhere in medical services.
Beverly: He buries them, feeds them sugar to keep them alive long enough for the circulatory systems to soak it up.
Jimmy: So he can feed the mushrooms!
Brian: We dug up his mushroom garden.
Will: Yeah, he's gonna want to grow a new one.
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Ms. Speck: I'm picking up a prescription for Gretchen Speck.
Eldon: Gretchen Speck (typing) - Horowitz.
Ms. Speck: Oh, it's just Speck. We're divorced. I lost the hyphen, kept the ring.
Eldon: Insulin.
Ms. Speck: Yes.
Eldon: Oh. Oh, it's the wrong one. Just-
Ms Speck: Uh-oh.
Eldon: No, no, it's OK. Just gonna be one second. There. There you go. Oh, could you sign here please? And that's your correct address?
Ms Speck: Yeah. Thank you.
Eldon: Thank you.
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Eldon: Mrs. James. If you could sign here, please? Thank you.
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Jack: She's the chain's 10th diabetic customer to disappear after filling a prescription for insulin, second to disappear from this exact location.
Will: And the other eight?
Jack: All over the county. One pharmacist all over the county as well.
Will: Floater, huh?
Jack: Floater's floating right here. Still logged in at his work station. Everyone please stop what you are doing. Put your hands in the air! Special Agent Jack Crawford. Which one of you is Eldon Stammets?
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: Eldon was just here. Just now.
Will: Is his car still in the parking lot?
Jack: His car!
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Will: Give me your baton. Ugh! (ventilator pumping) She's alive!
Jack: EMTs! Now! All right. We know his name, we have his address, we have his car.
Jimmy: Jack. We just checked the browser history at Stammets' work station.
Jack: Am I gonna wanna hear this?
Jimmy: No. And yes, but mostly no.
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Brian: Freddie Lounds. TattleCrime.com.
Beverly: "The FBI isn't just hunting psychopaths, they're headhunting them "too, offering competitive pay and benefits in the hopes of using one demented mind-"
Jack: Keep going.
Beverly: It's about Will.
Jack: Go on.
Beverly: "One demented mind to catch" She goes into a lot of detail.
Jack: Son of a bitch.
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Hannibal: You are naughty, Miss Lounds.
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(knocking on door)
Freddie: Who is it?
(knocking on door)
Who is it? Ah!
Brian: : All clear.
Freddie: I appreciate the pageantry, Agent Crawford, but you can't arrest me for writing an article.
Jack: You entered a federal crime scene without permission.
Freddie: Escorted by a detective.
Jack: Under false pretence!
Freddie: It is as good as permission.
Jack: You lied to a police officer.
Freddie: You can't arrest me for lying.
Jack: You got all that information from a local detective?
Friddie: Lots of talk about your man Graham. Not to mention the rivalry of who gets the collar. A local police detective looking for a pissing contest with the FBI might have some insight.
Jack: And evidently did.
Friddie: Sure did.
Jack: You know, the unfortunate timing of your article allowed a murderer to escape. You were in Minnesota. You were in the Shrike's nest. You know how I know? 'Cause you left one of these hairs behind. You contaminated the crime scene. Just like everywhere you go, you contaminate crime scenes. That's obstructing justice. I can indict you for obstructing justice.
Friddie: I'd appreciate it if you didn't.
Jack: You don't write another word about Will Graham and I won't have to.
Brian: You used me.
(monitor beeping)
(ventilator pumping)
(footsteps)
Alana: "He and the Grandmother discussed better times.", The old lady said that "in her opinion, Europe was entirely to blame for the way things were now. She said"
Will: What are you reading?
Alana: Flannery O'Connor. When I was Abigail's age, I was obsessed. I even tried to raise peacocks because she raised peacocks. But they were really stupid birds.
Will: You could be reading to a killer.
Alana: Innocent until guilty and all that. I'm about to broach the subject of that "Takes One to Know One" article.
Will: Oh, that. Did Jack send you?
Alana: No, I sent me.
Will: I don't think we've ever been alone in a room together, have we?
Alana: I haven't noticed. Have we? Not that we're necessarily alone now.
Will: Yeah, right. Back to "Jack Crawford's crime gimp".
Alana: It certainly creates an image. I don't need to talk about it if you don't.
Will: No, no, we can talk about or not talk about whatever you want. Actually, I was I was just enjoying listening to you read.
Alana: Abigail Hobbs is a success for you.
Will: She doesn't look like a success.
Alana: Don't feel sorry for yourself because you saved this girl's life.
Will: I don't. I don't feel sorry for myself at all. I feel, um I-I I feel, um good.
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Detective: Don't know where you got half that information. It wasn't from me.
Freddie: I may have made some inferences.
Detective: They think I told you all of it.
Freddie: They saw you talking to me.
Detective: They think it's my fault Stammets escaped.
Freddie: I'm sorry I got you fired.
Detective: I wasn't fired. I was suspended.
Freddie: They're gonna fire you. Jack Crawford will make sure of that.
Detective: You- You stir the hornet's nest, and I'm the one who gets stung?
Freddie: I can help you get work outside the force, if you want me to. I know people in private security.
Detective: Not the first cop you got fired.
Freddie: Guarantee you it pays better. Right now, future you is thanking me-
Eldon: I read your article. Tell me about Will Graham.
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Freddie: Hey, Jack.
Jack: Miss Lounds? Go ahead and stand down, officer. Miss Lounds, are you all right?
Freddie: Where's Will Graham?
Jack: We have an eyewitness to the murder. We don't need Will Graham.
Freddie: No, that's not why I'm asking.
Jack: Someone find me Will Graham! This is about Will? Freddie: He was talking about people having the same properties of a fungus.
Jack: Stammets?
Freddie: Thoughts leaping from brain to brain. They mutate, they evolve.
Jack: Well, what does he want with Will Graham?
Freddie: Someone who understands him. Graham was right. Stammets is looking for connections.
Jack: What did you tell him? I need to know what you told Eldon Stammets about Will Graham.
Freddie: I told him about the Hobbs girl.
Jack: What did you tell him?
Freddie: Everything. He wants to help Will Graham connect with Abigail Hobbs. He's gonna bury her.
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(ding!)
Will: Sorry.
(ding!)
(phone ringing)
Hello? - [lt's Jack.] [Are you at the hospital?] Yes, I am. [Stammets knows about Abigail Hobbs.] Where is she? Abigail Hobbs, the girl in 408. Where is she?
Nurse: They took her for tests.
Will: Who took her? Who took her?!
Nurse: I don't know!
Will: Hey! (grunting in pain) What were you gonna do to her?
Eldon: We all evolved from mycelium. I'm simply reintroducing her to the concept.
Will: By burying her alive?
Eldon: The journalist said you understood me!
Will: I don't.
Eldon: Well, you would have. You would have. If you walk through a field of mycelium, they know you are there. They know you are there. The spores reach for you as you walk by. I know who you're reaching for. I know. Abigail Hobbs. And you should have let me plant her. You would have found her in a field, where she was finally able to reach back!
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Hannibal: When you shot Eldon Stammets, who was it that you saw?
Will: I didn't see Hobbs.
Hannibal: Then it's not Hobbs' ghost that's haunting you, is it? It's the inevitability of there being a man so bad that killing him felt good.
Will: Killing Hobbs felt just.
Hannibal: Which is why you're here to prove that sprig of zest you feel is from saving Abigail, not from killing her dad.
Will: I didn't feel a sprig of zest when I shot Eldon Stammets.
Hannibal: You didn't kill Eldon Stammets.
Will: I thought about it. I'm still not entirely sure that wasn't my intention pulling the trigger.
Hannibal: If your intention was to kill him, it's because you understand why he did the things he did. It's beautiful in its own way giving voice to the unmentionable.
Will: I should've stuck to fixing boat motors in Louisiana.
Hannibal: A boat engine is a machine, a predictable problem, easy to solve. You fail, there's a paddle. Where was your paddle with Hobbs?
Will: You're supposed to be my paddle.
Hannibal: I am. It wasn't the act of killing Hobbs that got you down, was it? Did you really feel so bad because killing him felt so good?
Will: I liked killing Hobbs.
Hannibal: Killing must feel good to God too. He does it all the time. And are we not created in his image?
Will: That depends who you ask.
Hannibal: God's terrific. He dropped a church roof on 34 of his worshippers last Wednesday night in Texas, while they sang a hymn.
Will: And did God feel good about that?
Hannibal: He felt powerful.


[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[EXT. ABERNATHY RESIDENCE - DRIVEWAY -- NIGHT]
(The lamp post light over the driveway flickers out then goes back on again.)
[INT. ABERNATHY RESIDENCE - MASTER BEDROOM -- NIGHT]
(Open on a framed photo on the bedside table of a man and a woman smiling. Camera moves over and across the bed to the closed bedroom door. Under the door through the crack we see swirling smoke seeping into the bedroom.)
[MARTHA JAMES' BEDROOM]
(MARTHA JAMES sleeps quietly in her bed.)
[SAM ABERNATHY'S BEDROOM]
(Camera sweeps low across the floor - along the thrown puzzle pieces littering the carpet and over to the bunk bed ladder. It rises up and finds SAM ABERNATHY sleeping in bed.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[SABRINA'S BEDROOM]
(The focus is on the neatly made bed and the stuffed animal on it. Smoke rises up from the floor to cover the bed like a cloud completely obscuring it from our vision.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[EXT. ABERNATHY RESIDENCE - FRONT YARD - NIGHT - LATER]
(The bedroom windows explode and a stream of fire bursts out of the house. A fireman walking across the lawn ducks instinctively.)
Fireman: Go pull a line towards the garage.
(The house is on fire and fire fighters are attempting to put it out.)
(Two firemen assist MARTHA JAMES and JESSICA ABERNATHY out of the house.
Jessica Abernathy: Sam?
Fireman: (o.s.) Knock it down.
Jessica Abernathy: (hysterical) Sam? Where is Sam?
Fireman: You're going to be all right.
(The firemen lead MARTHA JAMES and JESSICA ABERNATHY across the lawn and away from the house fire.)
Jessica Abernathy: What about Sam?! Sam!
Fireman: I'm going to need you to stay right here, ma'am.
Jessica Abernathy: Sam. Where is he? Where is...?
(A FIREMAN pushes the door open and exits the house. He's carrying SAM ABERNATHY in his arms.)
Fireman: Hey, I got one more!
(The FIREMAN carries SAM over to his mom and the medic.)
Fireman: Here you go, pal. You stay right here with your mom.
(The MEDIC takes SAM'S hand.)
Fireman: Ma'am, is there anybody else in there?
Jessica Abernathy: No.
(The FIREMEN open another hose and aim it at the house. The house is on fire.)
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(CATHERINE and NICK carry their kits and walk toward WARRICK who is standing on the side on the driveway next to the Arson Investigator, JACK. They're both watching the fire.)
Catherine: Hey.
(WARRICK and JACK turn around.)
Nick: What's with the 911 page? Fire's not even out yet.
Warrick: Jack's an arson investigator. We were here on this same street ten days ago.
Jack: Garage fire a few houses down. Deemed intentional.
Catherine: So you think it's a serial?
Warrick: I don't know, but I'm keeping my eyes peeled. Maybe they came back to take a look.
Fireman: (o.s.) We got another one.
(A FIREMAN comes out of the burning house carrying a body.)
Fireman: Got another one.
(He makes his way toward the medics. JESSICA ABERNATHY is completely confused, but she recognizes her own daughter.)
Jessica Abernathy: Sabrina?
Fireman: We need a paramedic right now. She's not breathing.
(JESSICA kneels down next to her daughter.)
Jessica Abernathy: Sabrina, what are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be here. Sabrina?
(The MEDICS work on SABRINA, but she's already gone.)
Jessica Abernathy: (sobbing) Please help me. Please.
Catherine: I think our arsonist just turned into a murderer.
(Camera rises up above the scene of the PARAMEDIC working on SABRINA as sounds of her mother sobbing are heard.)
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FADE IN
[EXT. ABERNATHY RESIDENCE -- NIGHT]
(The CORONERS zip up the body bag with SABRINA ABERNATHY inside and put the gurney in the back of the CORONERS' van. CATHERINE and JESSICA ABERNATHY stand off to the side watching.)
Jessica Abernathy: She wasn't even burned.
Catherine: Smoke inhalation happens really fast. I'm so sorry. I heard you say she wasn't supposed to be home tonight. Was she with her dad?
Jessica Abernathy: My husband died five years ago in a car accident. She ... was at her friend Molly's house for a sleep-over. At least she was when I went to bed.
Catherine: What time was that?
Jessica Abernathy: I don't know, 11:00, 11:30.
Catherine: Mrs. Abernathy, do you have any idea what may have caused the fire?
Jessica Abernathy: I go to bed, I make sure the lights are off, lock the doors.
Catherine: Do you know anyone who might want to set fire to your home?
Jessica Abernathy: I go to work. I take care of my kids and my mother, and that's my life.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[FRONT YARD - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(NICK faces the crowd and takes photos of the curious onlookers.)
Nick: Thanks a lot.
(He snaps more photos, then puts the camera down.)
Nick: Okay, folks, any information you feel like you may have...
(MARTHA JAMES taps NICK on his shoulder.)
Martha James: How am I going to get my fosamax?
Nick: Oh, well, I'll make sure you have your medications by breakfast, okay? You're going to be all right. Everything's okay.
(A FIREMAN appears and pulls MARTHA JAMES off to the side.)
Nick: This man will take care of you, okay?
[FIRETRUCK (PARKED) - FRONT SEAT - NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS]
(SAM ABERNATHY points to something up above expecting the FIREMAN sitting next to him to explain it to him. WARRICK stands just outside the open passenger seat door and listens.)
Sam Abernathy: What does that one do?
Fireman: That one? That turns on the siren, so we can get to places really fast.
Sam Abernathy: To help people burning inside?
Fireman: That's right.
Sam Abernathy: But not my sister.
Fireman: Yeah. (He puts a hand on the little boy's shoulder.) I'm sorry, buddy.
Sam Abernathy: It's okay.
(SAM looks at the FIREMAN who looks past SAM at WARRICK.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[INT. CASINO - BATHROOM -- NIGHT]
(In the middle of the bathroom floor is a very large dead man wearing a red shirt with "735" in white on the front.)
Brass: So the morning cleaning crew found him. No ID, but this was in his pocket.
(BRASS explains what he knows to SARA and GRISSOM. He shows the paper to SARA.)
Sara: Looks like some kind of code.
(She looks at the wordlist.)
Grissom: "735"?
Brass: His goal weight? (BRASS shrugs. He gives up while he's ahead.) I'm going to talk to housekeeping.
(He turns and leaves the rest room. SARA and GRISSOM step forward to get to work. GRISSOM puts his kit down on the floor next to the body.)
(He opens his kit and removes a camera. He takes a photo of the head wound.)
Grissom: That's a nasty head wound.
Sara: It's always reassuring to see an empty soap dispenser in a public bathroom.
(SARA hands the bagged note to GRISSOM. She leans in close over the bathroom counter and looks at the cracked mirror with blood running down the front.)
Sara: So I'm thinking this is how the vic got his head smashed in.
(Through the reflection in the mirror, we see GRISSOM stand up behind SARA to look at the mirror.)
(Quick flashback to: [BATHROOM - EARLIER] ADAM BRENNER hits his forehead against the mirror. The mirror cracks and ADAM falls back to the floor. Someone standing behind him steps aside.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
(GRISSOM holds out a swab. SARA takes it from him.)
Sara: Thank you.
(She takes a sample of the blood on the mirror.)
(GRISSOM puts on his latex gloves while staring at the blood stain on the floor. He sees something on the blood.)
Grissom: It's common to find something in blood. Uncommon to find something on blood.
(SARA watches him as he picks up the black thing. He looks down at the body and checks the eyes.)
Grissom: Petechial hemorrhaging. Asphyxia.
Sara: Head bashed in and asphyxiated. No soap was the least of his problems.
(GRISSOM glances up at SARA.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[EXT. LAS VEGAS COMMUNITY (STOCK) - DAY]
Jack (arson Investigator): (V.O.) The smoke detectors' batteries are all dead.
[INT. ABERNATHY RESIDENCE - SABRINA'S BEDROOM -- DAY]
(JACK, the arson investigator, shows CATHERINE, WARRICK and NICK through the house.)
Jack (arson Investigator): Sabrina's was the only bedroom that sustained any fire damage at all.
Catherine: Her mother thought that she wasn't home.
(WARRICK takes a photo.)
Catherine: But she wasn't asleep.
Jack (arson Investigator): Not in her bed.
(CATHERINE walks over to the small space and finds SABRINA'S hide-away - books and other junk - evidence that a teenager had been there.)
(Quick flashback to: SABRINA sits in the small space reading the book while music blares in the background.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Warrick: That would explain why the firemen didn't find her right away.
(WARRICK takes a photo.)
Jack (arson Investigator): But it doesn't explain what she was doing down there.
Catherine: If you can explain the behavior of teenagers, more power to you.
[KITCHEN]
(JACK kicks at the burned linoleum on the floor.)
Jack (arson Investigator): Adhesive they use to put this stuff down is highly flammable. Crack in the linoleum, the fire will just seek it out and go for it.
(CATHERINE looks up at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. WARRICK takes a photo of the things on the floor.)
(CATHERINE looks at the burned stove. WARRICK tries the back door. He opens it and closes it.)
Warrick: (to JACK) This door's unlocked.
Jack (arson Investigator): The firemen said they only used one point of entry and exit: The front door.
Catherine: Mrs. Abernathy said that she locked all the doors before bed.
Warrick: Well, this could be how Sabrina got in. Comes home late, forgets to lock the door behind her. It's an opportunity waiting to happen.
Jack (arson Investigator): Let's check out the living room.
(He turns and leads them into the next room.)
[LIVING ROOM]
Jack (arson Investigator): A few cheap, wood panel walls. Polyester curtains, couple of fake plants. All highly flammable.
(CATHERINE picks up an unburned bottle of alcohol.)
Catherine: Plus ... a bar full of liquid fire with a low flash point.
(She throws the bottle aside. JACK sees the broken table on the floor.)
Jack (arson Investigator): Coffee table.
(They both approach the remains of the sofa.)
Catherine: Couch?
Jack (arson Investigator): At some point, I think this was a couch.
Catherine: This looks like a liquid pour pattern. High-intensity burn. You think this could be the point of origin?
(Quick CGI flash to: The couch is on fire and burning. End of flash. Resume to present.)
Jack (arson Investigator): I think this is the area of heaviest damage. The fire spread up and out towards the kitchen.
(JACK takes out a tape measure. His voice fades into the background.)
[DOOR]
(WARRICK kneels in front of the back door and fingerprints the door knob.)
[DRIVEWAY]
(Meanwhile out in the car port, NICK looks around and finds a stack of newspapers only slightly burned. He moves the papers and looks at the concrete burns under it.)
[LIVING ROOM]
(CATHERINE works on the sofa when WARRICK approaches her. He puts his kit down.)
Catherine: How'd you do?
(NICK walks into the room carrying the stack of newspapers.)
Warrick: Uh, couple of weak partials. What you got, partner?
Nick: Newspapers. I found them in the carport.
Catherine: That's on the other side of the house.
Nick: Yeah, it's kind of weird. Completely out of the path of the fire and the firemen said they didn't put them there.
Warrick: You know the fire down the street was in the garage.
Nick: Well, maybe he started in the carport, Sabrina came home, provided access to the inside of the house.
Catherine: Did they find an accelerant at the first scene?
Warrick: Lighter fluid from the garage.
Catherine: So maybe part of the M.O. is that he uses accelerants that are present.
Nick: Let's hope he stuck around long enough to witness the damage.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - A/V LAB -- DAY]
(NICK and WARRICK go through the video of the observers in the crowd.)
Warrick: This is home video from the first fire.
Nick: It looks like everybody's neighbor.
Warrick: Well, they say arsonists often commit crimes where they feel most familiar. The last fire was set during the day in the garage when the family was out of town.
Nick: A neighbor would know when people were out of town.
Warrick: Or when the door was left unlocked.
Nick: If this is a serial situation, to go from an empty garage to a whole house full of people, we're talking about a major escalation here.
Warrick: Well, a match was found at the first fire. If we could find a match in the debris of the second fire, then we may know for sure.
(On the monitor, a woman stands near the fire truck.)
Nick: Oh, she looks familiar. Hang on. I may have something.
(He goes to the next video.)
Nick: She was at both fires. I got her name off the canvas.
Warrick: Let's run her.
Nick: Yeah.
(NICK does a name check and finds something. She is:
Name: VIVA CHARLES
Address: 22 SUTTER STREET
LAS VEGAS, NV
s*x: FEMALE
Criminal Records: ATTEMPTED ARSON
MARCH 03, 2000
Nick: She has a record.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - INTERVIEW ROOM -- DAY]
(NICK interviews VIVA CHARLES.)
Nick: You were arrested for attempted arson?
Viva Charles: I was exonerated.
Nick: I have you on film at both fires on cell crook road.
Viva Charles: I am not an arsonist.
Nick: That's not what your file says.
Viva Charles: The law doesn't make much of a distinction between arsonists and pyromaniacs.
Nick: What is the distinction?
Viva Charles: I don't set fires for money or with the intent to cause damage.
Nick: But you do set fires?
Viva Charles: Mmm. You go home at night, and you feel a little lonely, you put in a racy video.
Nick: No, no, no. We're not talking about me.
Viva Charles: I go home, I rip open my junk mail, and I put it in the fireplace. It's an impulse control disorder ... but it's private. I don't burn down houses and kill children.
Nick: Maybe not on purpose, but accidents do happen.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) -- MORNING]
[INT. CSI - LAB - MORNING]
(GREG walks into the lab. NICK is already there with a pack on the table in front of him.)
Greg: You rang?
Nick: Yeah. Greg, how'd you like to be listed as an assist on an arson case?
Greg: Is that a rhetorical question?
Nick: Cool. I collected these matchbooks from the pyromaniac's house, who was ... kind of hot, actually.
Greg: Really? You dig chicks who dig fire?
(NICK smiles and doesn't answer the comment.)
Nick: Yeah. This, uh ... this match was used to start a garage fire a couple of weeks ago. See if you can find a match to ... (NICK empties the pack onto the table. Dozens of matchbooks spill out.) ... one of those. Thanks, pal.
(He pats GREG on the shoulder and leaves the lab.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - FORENSIC AUTOPSY -- DAY]
(The two CORONERS work on ADAM BRENNER.)
Robbins: All right, David. The three most common ways to asphyxiate: Strangulation, suffocation and...
David Phillips: Choking.
Robbins: Good.
David Phillips: With this guy, my money's on choking.
(ROBBINS and DAVID PHILLIPS work on the body.)
Robbins: Scissors.
(DAVID PHILLIPS hands ROBBINS the scissors. He removes a portion of the body's trachea to check for blockage.)
Robbins: Hold this please. Thank you, David.
(He cuts the trachea open and finds a LOGOS piece: "S". ROBBINS looks at DAVID PHILLIPS.)
Robbins: Hmm.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - GRISSOM'S OFFICE -- DAY]
(ROBBINS reports his findings to GRISSOM. GRISSOM holds up the LOGOS piece.)
Grissom: An "S"?
Robbins: Cause of death.
(Quick flashback to: [BATHROOM] ADAM BRENNER chokes on the piece.)
Robbins: (V.O.) I found it in the trachea.
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Grissom: So, he swallows a tile and tries to give himself a Heimlich?
(Quick flashback to: [BATHROOM] ADAM BRENNER is choking on the puzzle piece. He looks around for something to help jar it out of him. He slams himself against the counter. He tries again and hits his forehead against the mirror, cracking it. He falls to the floor.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Robbins: Or not. I found these in his stomach.
(ROBBINS shows the other letters to GRISSOM.)
Robbins: You don't swallow six of them by accident.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - LAB -- DAY]
(GREG works on the assignment NICK gave him. He goes through each matchbook one by one, comparing the match found at the first arson scene with every matchbook.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - GARAGE -- DAY
(NICK and WARRICK go through the things brought into the lab from the crime scene. GREG walks into the room.)
Greg: Your hottie's matchbook collection came up dead.
Nick: Hmm. Doesn't mean she didn't do it.
Greg: True.
Nick: You know, arson's usually a property crime. Did you ever find out the Abernathys' financial situation, Warrick?
Warrick: According to Catherine, Jessica Abernathy had major credit card debt but minimal insurance-not even enough to cover what she had. Besides, people tend to remove mementos when they know what's coming.
(WARRICK picks up the burned photo of JESSICA and her husband. The same photo that used to be on the bedside table.)
Greg: So, if the pyro didn't do it for love, and Mrs. A didn't do it for money, who's left?
(NICK looks at the headline from the stack of newspapers found in the car port.)
Nick: Maybe the high school baseball team.
(He reads the headline out loud.)
Nick: McKinley High School Gazette.
Nick: This is tomorrow's edition with the lead story by editor-in-chief Sabrina Abernathy, entitled "Varsity Hazing Ritual." Now listen to this ... "The question is not whether the so-called student athletes should be expelled, but whether or not they should be arrested."
(The article continues: "This latest case of Varsity hazing is having serious repercussions not only with the school, but across the entire state. The students concerned may face serious charges including involvement with prostitution. "Every four years we get a new set of students that ready to 'one-up' the previous groups ... ")
(The two paragraphs repeat.)
Warrick: Why, what'd they do?
Nick: Apparently, something with several hookers and a lot of testosterone.
Greg: Whatever happened to toilet paper and trees?
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI -- LAB]
(GRISSOM places two of the six tiles collected from the body on the table in front of him. An X and a V.)
(SARA walks into the lab.)
Sara: Hey. DNA came back. Blood from the bathroom floor's a match to the vic. Blood from the bathroom mirror is not.
Grissom: That's interesting.
Sara: Hmm. (She looks over at the pen, paper and tiles in front of him.) What are you doing?
Grissom: Anagrams.
Sara: You think the letters might be a message from the killer?
(GRISSOM continues to write down possibles on his list:
VEXINS
VENIXS
VEXISN
NEIS ... )
Sara: (thinking out loud) Six letters. What is that? That's 720 possible combinations, not all of them words, of course.
(She moves the tiles.)
Sara: Hmm. You, uh, missed one.
(V-I-X-E-N)
(GRISSOM glances at SARA who smiles back at him. BRASS walks into the room.)
Brass: Hey. We got an ID. Off your DB's prints. His name is Adam Brenner.
Sara: That guy has a record?
Brass: Well, sort of. He's a civil servant. He's a postal worker from Orlando.
Grissom: Do we know why he came to Vegas?
Brass: (smiles) Oh, you're going to love this.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. HOTEL - MAIN COMPETITION ROOM -- DAY]
(Rows of tables are set up where dozens of pairs play LOGOS at the 2004 WESTERN REGIONAL LOGOS TOURNAMENT.)
(BRASS, GRISSOM and SARA interview one of the TOURNAMENT ORGANIZERS.)
Organizer: Adam Brenner was one of our top division one players. Ranked in the high 1,800s.
Grissom: Is that like the elo system in chess?
Organizer: Logos has all the skill of chess combined with the cruel whimsy of fate. Adam once set a tournament record by scoring 735 points in a single game.
Sara: It was on his t-shirt.
Organizer: Justifiably. It's an incredible achievement.
Brass: So, how did the other players feel about that kind of smack-down?
Organizer: You actually suggesting that somebody here killed Adam?
(GRISSOM looks at the tournament in play in the room behind them.)
Brass: Cruel whimsy of fate. Guy's from out of town, takes a cab from ..., checks into the hotel. The only thing on his hotel bill is four meals a day. No phone calls. So everybody he talked to is in this room. We're going to need a list of his opponents.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[EXT. MCKINLEY HIGH SCHOOL BASEBALL FIELD -- DAY]
(NICK interviews the Baseball team coach, RICK CHILSON, while his son, CODY CHILSON, is out on the field practicing his hitting. An OFFICER stands behind the two men.)
Rick Chilson: What's with the cop?
Nick: We're just talking.
Rick Chilson: Ah, about what?
Nick: (loudly) Sabrina Abernathy died in her home in a fire on Saturday night.
(CODY CHILSON hears the comment and misses the ball.)
Rick Chilson: Hey! What'd I tell you -- you don't waste a good pitch!
Nick: Cody, where were you around 1:00 A.M. on Saturday?
Cody Chilson: In bed.
Rick Chilson: Cody's in bed every night at 10:00. He gets up at 5:00 to go running.
Nick: Except for the nights he's with the team pulling a train on a hooker.
(CODY lets another ball pass by as he stares at NICK.)
Rick Chilson: Cody, keep hitting.
(RICK CHILSON turns back to NICK.)
Rick Chilson: This is Vegas. Who hasn't been with a hooker?
Nick: Well, most high school seniors who are being scouted by division one schools. I don't think an expulsion and an arrest would look too good on a scholarship application.
Rick Chilson: It's a tradition. Happens every year with every team, and why that little bitch had to scapegoat Cody, I'll never know.
Nick: How 'bout you, Cody? Do you know?
(CODY misses the hit and shakes his head at NICK.)
Rick Chilson: Look, I'm sorry the girl's dead.
Nick: Yeah, but you're not real sorry the whole mess died with her, are you?
Rick Chilson: Yeah, but burning the kid's house down? Come on. Give my son a little credit.
Nick: Thanks for your help.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. HOTEL - TOURNAMENT ROOM-- DAY]
(GRISSOM walks around the room.)
Wilson Janek: (o.s.) Hey, hey, hey, no flash drawing.
(At one of the gaming tables, WILSON JANEK calls for a word check.)
Wilson Janek: Challenge. Challenge over here.
(The WOMAN walks over to the table and checks the word, "GABBONS".)
Woman: Illegal word-- that's a minute penalty.
Wilson Janek: Time's up. Game over, baby. (scoffing) Gabbons?
Challenger: Whatever.
(He stands up and leaves.)
Wilson Janek: Like I'm really not going to challenge that.
(GRISSOM walks over to the man at the table.)
Grissom: Wilson Janek?
Wilson Janek: Yeah. Want to try your luck? Step up, baby.
(GRISSOM sits down.)
Wilson Janek: And you are?
Grissom: Gil Grissom. Nice to meet you.
Wilson Janek: Nice to meet you, Gil Grissom.
Grissom: So ...
(GRISSOM places his word on the table: ABULIA.)
Grissom: What do you hear about Adam Brenner?
(He stops his clock.)
Wilson Janek: Mr. 735? Heard he's dead.
Grissom: Well, he was alive last night when he beat you.
Wilson Janek: (laughs) Gil ... you think that trash talk's going to break my focus?
(He puts his word down, BAHT, and stops his clock.)
Wilson Janek: You must be new.
Grissom: Actually ... I'm from the Las Vegas crime lab. I'm just here to collect your DNA.
(Using the H in BAHT, GRISSOM builds HADRON. He stops his clock.)
Wilson Janek: You're a quick study. But if you think I killed Adam, why don't you go ask Uncle Sam for my DNA? I served my country. Gulf war senior. Memorized word lists for a sanity check. Some guys did ping pong; I did this. I saw enough killing over there. I'm a "make words, not war" kind of guy now.
[ANOTHER PART OF THE TOURNAMENT]
(SARA takes a swab from CRAIG who is wearing a t-shirt with black lettering: ECSTACY IS A SEVEN LETTER WORD.)
Sara: Word on the floor is Adam Brenner really had your number, Craig.
Craig: The universe ebbs and flows.
Sara: More ebb than flow in your case. I guess you lost to Adam your last three tournaments in a row?
Craig's Challenger: 14 points ... times two is 28 plus 10 bonus points for full logos. 38 points.
(CRAIG smiles.)
Sara: At least you're a good sport.
Craig: (smiles) Loss for one is a win for another.
[YET ANOTHER PART OF THE TOURNAMENT]
(BRASS interviews another LOGOS PLAYER.)
Logos Player: So what if I was the last person to play Adam?
Brass: You were the last player who saw him alive.
Logos Player: What are you thinking, that with Adam out of the tournament, I could abscond with the big cash prize?
(BRASS chuckles.)
Brass: You tell me.
Logos Player: Oh, first prize here is $2,000.
(BRASS notices that the LOGOS PLAYER has his right hand tucked into his pant's pocket.)
Logos Player: Even if I win, the remuneration barely covers my airfare, accommodation and food. No, no, I don't play for the money.
Brass: You play for the glory.
Logos Player: You ever attempt a New York Times crossword, Captain? Nah, you probably wouldn't make it past Tuesday. I do Sunday ... in pen.
(BRASS puts several pieces on the holder.)
Brass: I can still spell this.
(He turns it around to show the LOGOS PLAYER the letters: DNA.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - TRACE LAB -- DAY]
(DAVID HODGES fills CATHERINE in on the results of his analysis.)
David Hodges: GC/mass spec found no trace of accelerant on the couch residue.
Catherine: Well, how can that be? It was an obvious liquid pour pattern.
David Hodges: Well, my dear, this is why you should never pick up the couch left for curbside pickup.
(He shows CATHERINE the test results.)
David Hodges: Polyurethane foam. Outlawed in 1988 due to its highly incendiary nature. You light that crap on fire, it heats up, creates a burning pool of liquid, and acts as its own accelerant.
(Quick flash to: The Couch is on fire. Inside the couch, the foam melts and fuels the fire. End of flash. Resume to present.)
David Hodges: Disaster waiting to happen.
Catherine: All it needed was a spark.
(HODGES nods.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - GARAGE -- DAY]
(CATHERINE, NICK and WARRICK go through buckets of the things removed from the house.)
Catherine: We've got no accelerant. We've got no match. We have no idea what started this fire.
(NICK finds a cigarette butt embedded in the mess. He picks it up and smells it.)
Nick: Maybe this will help. It kind of smells like a menthol.
(He hands it to WARRICK. CATHERINE picks it up.)
Catherine: Hmm, looks like a one hundred. Longer the cigarette, longer the filter.
Nick: Cigarettes are a terrible way to commit arson. Unreliable. They take too long. Possible DNA trace, but ... it just doesn't make any sense.
Warrick: It makes sense if the fire was unintentional.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - WAITING ROOM -- DAY]
(Outside in the hallway, an OFFICER offers SAM ABERNATHY a canned drink. SAM shakes his head, no.)
(Inside the waiting room, JESSICA and her mother are interviewed by CATHERINE and WARRICK. JESSICA motions to SAM out in the hallway.)
Jessica Abernathy: I'm sorry about this. Typically, I leave with Sab ... with Sabrina, but ...
Catherine: It's fine.
Martha James: Well, why are we here, exactly?
Warrick: Well, we think we might have figured out what caused the fire. Ms. Abernathy, does anyone in your house smoke?
Jessica Abernathy: I don't.
Martha James: Well, don't look at me. I quit twenty years ago.
Warrick: Sabrina maybe?
Jessica Abernathy: I don't think so.
Catherine: Well, we found a cigarette filter in the remains of your couch. And we need a urine sample from each of you so that we can rule you out for nicotine.
Jessica Abernathy: My house burned down, and my daughter is dead. And you're asking me to pee into a cup?
(CATHERINE looks away uncomfortable.)
Jessica Abernathy: Sure. Why not?
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - DNA LAB -- DAY]
(GREG tests the urine samples. Apparently four samples in four containers. The first sample is from ABERNATHY, then from JESSICA, SAM and MARTHA JAMES. He finishes filling the tubes with the sample and takes all four and shakes them before putting them into the centrifuge.)
(He continues to process the samples.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY - DAY]
(GREG hands CATHERINE the test results as they walk down the hallway.)
Greg: Everyone except for the little guy was getting high and getting by. The girl's on uppers, mom's on downers, and grandma sucks on the cancer stick.
Catherine: Ritalin, valium, and grandma's a liar.
Greg: Pants on fire.
(GREG leaves.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - TRACE LAB -- DAY]
(SCOPE VIEW of the black substance GRISSOM lifted from the blood on the bathroom floor.)
(DAVID HODGES fills GRISSOM in on the test analysis.)
David Hodges: That's the black trace you found in the blood pool. It's a mix of PVC resin and liquid plasticizer. When heated together, they form a solid elastomer film called plastisol.
Grissom: What's it used for?
David Hodges: Mostly Greg Sanders wear. Uh, names, hair band logos, inane sayings, anything that can be put on a t-shirt.
Grissom: Well, that narrows it down to just about everybody in the tournament.
(SARA appears in the doorway carrying slip of paper.)
Sara: Hey, we got a match on the blood from the bathroom mirror.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM -- DAY]
(SARA and BRASS interview the LOGOS PLAYER.)
Logos Player: Look, just 'cause I was there doesn't mean I killed Adam Brenner.
Brass: Put your hands on the table.
(The LOGOS PLAYER puts his hands on the table to show the bruises on his knuckles.)
Sara: You know, that's seven years bad luck.
Brass: More like seven to ten.
Logos Player: Yeah, I'm not very proud of that.
Brass: Of what?
Logos Player: I'm ebullient, you know. I-I feel the wins and the losses. The other night, I lost to a division two blue-hair. But it's not my fault. She was... she was coffee-housing the whole time.
Sara: I'm sorry? Coffee-housing?
Logos Player: You know, yap, yap, p-p-yapping.
(Quick flashback to: [TOURNAMENT] The WOMAN playing against the LOGOS PLAYER is constantly talking.)
Blue-hair Woman: So when I was at the Southern Regionals in Dallas last year, I went to the book depository. Have you ever been there?
Logos Player: Zip it, lady. I'm trying to make a play here.
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Logos Player: I never should have lost that one.
(Quick flashback to: [BATHROOM] The LOGOS PLAYER talks to himself in the mirror.)
Logos Player: What, are you an idiot? What, are you stupid? You're so stupid!
(He throws a punch at the mirror, smashing it.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Brass: What about Adam Brenner?
Logos Player: No, he wasn't there.
Sara: But you lost to him, too.
Brass: Maybe you took that loss even harder.
Logos Player: Adam? No way. He's ranked, what, 1,890? It's like getting art lessons from Picasso. I was honored to even be sitting at the same table with him.
(Surprised by this remark, SARA and BRASS look at each other.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - A/V LAB -- DAY]
(NICK works on putting a composite of the living room together, rebuilding the set-up from the photos of the burned room.)
(He puts the couch down into the room. He sets the Ignition Point and Starts the Simulation by putting the couch on fire. He monitors the room temperature.)
(He shakes his head. The heat in the kitchen is at 650+ degrees while the Living Room is at 841+ degrees.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM #605 -- DAY]
(WARRICK interviews MARTHA JAMES.)
Warrick: Ma'am, earlier you provided us with a urine sample. We found traces of nicotine in yours.
Martha James: That's odd because I don't smoke.
Warrick: Really? Would you mind opening your purse for me?
(She opens her purse and finds the open pack of cigarettes inside. She looks at WARRICK.)
Martha James: You know what? I do too smoke cigarettes.
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM -- DAY]
(CATHERINE interviews JESSICA ABERNATHY.)
Catherine: Mrs. Abernathy, did your daughter have attention deficit disorder?
Jessica Abernathy: Sabrina? No. That girl had the focus like you can't believe.
Catherine: Well, we found Ritalin in her system, and as I'm sure you're aware, ritalin is used to treat kids with ADD, but acts as a stimulant in older kids and adults. Teens use it as an upper.
Jessica Abernathy: So, Sabrina was taking drugs?
Catherine: As were you. Valium.
Jessica Abernathy: Fair enough. You know, Sabrina used to scream at me, "I can't wait till I'm old enough to move out of here." And I would scream back, "yeah, me either." What kind of mother says that to her kid?
Catherine: One with a teenage daughter.
Jessica Abernathy: You know what I pictured for this part of my life? S ... Saturday night, leave the kids with grandma, date night with my husband. Instead, I'm stuck home alone with two kids and a 70-year-old infant.
Catherine: Mrs. Abernathy ... are you covering for your mother?
Jessica Abernathy: Part of me wants to say yes, please just take her away. Let her be the state's problem. You know, she leaves the stove on, and she leaves the water running. I come home, and I find little burn marks in things. But I was with her the whole night. I never saw her smoke.
Catherine: Maybe after you went to bed, she came out into the living room.
(Quick flash to: MARTHA JAMES sleeping on the couch with a lit cigarette in her fingers. The cigarette burns down to the filter, she drops the cigarette into the couch and forgets about it. She gets up.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
Jessica Abernathy: I doubt it.
Catherine: But it's a possibility?
Jessica Abernathy: No. It isn't. Miss Willows, you can go ahead and judge me, but after my mother falls asleep at night, I lock her in her room.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - LAB -- DAY]
(NICK is in the lab opening an evidence bag. CATHERINE walks into the room.)
Catherine: Any luck?
Nick: Yeah, the bad kind. My burn scenarios don't match up with your data.
Catherine: Did you try different variables?
Nick: Ahah. Open windows, uh, drafts from vents, all of it. Here's the problem.
(NICK holds out the melted refrigerator magnet. He puts it on a metal sheet along with other melted magnets. He puts a heavy magnet on the sheet and tilts it. The melted magnets fall off onto the counter.)
Nick: Demagnetized.
Catherine: I'm not following.
Nick: Okay, the Curie point is the temperature at which all materials lose their magnetic properties, yeah?
Catherine: Mm-hmm.
Nick: Okay. For the iron in these, the temperature would had to have been 932 degrees in that kitchen.
(Quick flash to: [KITCHEN] The kitchen is on fire and the refrigerator magnets fall off the door. End of flash. Resume to present.)
Nick: With the fire starting in the living room, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it that hot in there. It just doesn't make sense.
Catherine: Unless the fire didn't start on the living room couch.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[EXT. LAS VEGAS COMMUNITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. ABERNATHY RESIDENCE -- DAY]
(NICK removes the ceiling light cover to show the single light melted light bulb inside.)
Catherine: An incandescent light bulb will soften at around 900 degrees, and distend in the direction of the original heat source.
(They turn and look back at the kitchen. They look back at the light bulb.)
Catherine: How did we miss that?
Nick: (shrugs) Living room was crammed with combustible materials. It received the most damage. It seems like the point of origin.
Catherine: Let's dig in.
(CATHERINE puts the flashlight down and hands NICK a shovel.)
Nick: Yeah.
(She takes her own shovel and they both get to work on digging through the rubble on the floor.)
(As they clear through the dirt, ash, soot and broken glass, they find a word burned into the kitchen floor: BITCH.)
(NICK and CATHERINE look at each other.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - TRACE LAB]
(The entire portion of the linoleum kitchen floor with the word, BITCH, on it is in the trace lab. DAVID HODGES removes a black burned substance from the word and tests it.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - BREAK ROOM]
(WARRICK and NICK are in the break room working on paperwork.)
Catherine: (o.s.) Do you fondue?
(CATHERINE hands the trace test results test to WARRICK.)
Catherine: The accelerant was ethanol, methanol and petroleum jelly. Chafing dish fuel, like sterno.
(Quick flash to: [KITCHEN] Someone paints the letters on the floor. The word is on fire. The entire kitchen burns. End of flash. Resume to present.)
(CATHERINE opens the fridge and looks inside.)
Catherine: So it has gone from intentional to accidental to personal. Who have we got?
(She takes out a water and heads back to take a seat at the table.)
(WARRICK whips out the photo of VIVA CHARLES.)
Warrick: Nick's girlfriend.
(NICK laughs.)
Catherine: She's got no personal connection to the family.
Nick: Well, Rick Chilson did call Sabrina a bitch when we were talking.
Catherine: Charming.
Nick: Yeah, he's an ass, but his alibi checks out. Surveillance at the Mirage has him playing poker the night of the fire.
Catherine: What about Cody?
Nick: He was right there with him. But I don't think that kid takes a breath without daddy's nod of approval.
Catherine: What about suspects within the house?
Warrick: Well, who's there? Grandma? I mean aside from being on lockdown, she's arthritic. I don't see her writing on the floor. What about Jessica?
Catherine: She seems more frustrated than desperate. Frustration shows you still care.
Nick: And the son, Sam?
Catherine: I don't think so. "Bitch." It's such a teenage girl word.
Warrick: That brings us back to Sabrina.
Nick: Well, she did think the baseball team had it in for her. Her family life was no picnic.
Warrick: What are you saying, she's on a kamikaze mission? Trying to take the whole family down with her?
Catherine: I might be willing to buy that, but how do we prove it?
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI -- LAB]
(SARA has a box of the LOGOS game out on the table. She uses ADAM BRENNER'S notes to reconstruct the game. On the table next to her is a list of the 2004
PLAYER MATCHING.)
14-APR-04
ALAN DERSHON VS. RAY ADAMS
REGGIE LENSEN VS. LOUIE RAYCOMB
GEORGE HANSEN VS. RICK WESTEL
ROBERT TRIGGS VS. PAUL BYERS
HENRY CROSSER VS. BOB GOOD
KURT HESTEGARD VS. LANCE BOTHEL
LESTER RINEHART VS. RON HENRY
VAN HOSKINS VS. BILL JONES
PETER HINES VS. JOSEPH HICKS
DOUG HESTE VS. BURT KLEIN
ADAM BURROWS VS. WILSON JANEK
WILLIAM LEWIS VS. ADAM WESTEL
TOM CESTER VS. DANNY RIGGS
DARREL WALTERS VS. PACO WESCOTT
LES MOONVES VS. CHRIS CARDAMO-
SCOTT WENDOVER VS. PETER BOSCO
AVERY PIERCE VS. JOE DICAPRIO
TED BUNDY VS. FRANK LEWIS
DAN O'MALLY VS. LOUIS - etc.
(SARA reconstructs the game. She studies ADAM BRENNER'S word list notes.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CSI - A/V LAB]
(SARA shares her findings with GRISSOM. On the overhead projector, she has ADAM BRENNER'S word list up on the wall.)
Sara: Adam Brenner was a meticulous note-taker. He documented every turn of every game he ever played.
Grissom: How many words used the letters we found in Adam's body?
Sara: None, actually, at least none with that exact combination. But here's the weird part. One the games didn't add up.
(SARA puts the word list and a photo of CRAIG up on the overhead.)
Sara: When Adam played Craig, he had 60 points written down that I couldn't account for. And on that same page of his notebook, I noticed that something had been erased.
(She points to the word: RESIFT (3).)
Sara: So I ran it through ESDA. Adam played "exvin." Everything but the "S," 60 points.
Grissom: What's an "exvin"?
Sara: You know, I was kind of hoping you'd know. It's not in the OED.
Grissom: Well, according to the rules, if you play a bluff and your opponent challenges, you have to take the tiles back, you lose a turn and a minute off your game clock. No points.
Sara: Right, and later in that same game, Craig played an "X." Loxodrome. Now there's only one "X" per game. How did he get it?
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. CRAIG'S HOTEL ROOM]
(SARA goes through CRAIG'S LOGOS set.)
Craig: What are you looking for?
Sara: A six-letter word.
(GRISSOM goes through CRAIG'S things and finds a gun. He picks it up and holds it up.)
Grissom: P-I-S-T-O-L? It's not the word we were looking for, but it's interesting.
(Near the tip of the gun, GRISSOM sees some dried blood.)
Grissom: It's got blood on it.
Craig: It's a replica. I belong to a communist club. We collect replicas from the fall of the soviet union. And I found that tokarev downtown at a pawn shop.
Grissom: Hmm. A fake gun for a fake word?
(Quick flashback to: [TOURNAMENT] ADAM BRENNER plays a word: EXVIN. He stops the clock.)
Craig: Exvin?
Adam Brenner: A wine afficionado who no longer drinks. Exvin.
(CRAIG adds an S to the word. He smiles.)
Craig: Exvin-S.
(ADAM BRENNER immediately raises his hand.)
Adam Brenner: Challenge!
(Realizing that he's been set-up, CRAIG glares at ADAM.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Sara: There are six letters missing from your game box. E-X-V I-N-S. You made Adam eat his word.
(Quick flashback to: [BATHROOM] ADAM flushes the toilet and turns around. CRAIG walks up to him and hits him in the mouth.)
Craig: Yeah, huh? You think you're so clever? I'll let you have some Exvins for dinner.
(He shoves the gun into his stomach and forces the letter pieces down his throat.)
Craig: Here. Huh!
(He continues to shove the letters down his throat. Then ADAM chokes.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Craig: I just wanted to make it as hard for him to swallow as it was for me. Karmic retribution.
Sara: Did you do anything to help him after he started choking?
Craig: No. I thought it was another fake-out.
Grissom: How about after he fell down on the floor and stopped breathing? (CRAIG says nothing.) Out of words?
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. ABERNATHY RESIDENCE - KITCHEN -- DAY]
(CATHERINE and WARRICK are back at the house. They each have an ALS and are looking through the house.)
Catherine: This is old school hydrocarbon detection.
Warrick: Oh, yeah.
Catherine: Chafing dish fuel is alcohol-based, but water would have washed away any trace.
Warrick: Let's just hope that whomever wrote it touched something else.
Catherine: Well, it's the only shot we've got, I guess.
(They find something on the bedroom door knob.)
Catherine: Hmm. Take a look at this.
Warrick: Well, that's good shooting.
(CATHERINE opens the bedroom door and walks into SAM'S room.)
(They use the ALS inside the bedroom and find something in the trash.)
Catherine: Oh. (She looks at WARRICK.) Hit the jackpot.
Warrick: I've got some smudges over here, too.
(He shines the light on the bed. Hidden under the mattress, they find dozens of matchbooks and a plastic lizard.)
Catherine: Mom was locking the wrong door.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM -- DAY]
(JESSICA talks with her son.)
Jessica Abernathy: They're going to ask you some questions about the fire at our house. And you'd better start talking, mister.
(CATHERINE opens the door and calls JESSICA out of the room.)
Catherine: Mrs. Abernathy, would you come with me, please?
(JESSICA ABERNATHY stands up and leaves SAM. The door closes behind her.)
(The door opens and WARRICK enters the room carrying a file folder and a mug. He sits at the table opposite SAM.)
Warrick: Hey, Sam.
(WARRICK puts the mug down on the table in front of SAM. He opens the file folder.)
Warrick: You okay?
(SAM stares at WARRICK.)
(WARRICK reaches into his jacket pocket and takes out a box of matches.)
Warrick: So tell me, what kind of things you like to do on the weekends?
(WARRICK empties the box of matches onto the table in front of SAM.)
Sam Abernathy: Watch tv, hang out, play.
(WARRICK lights a match and holds it up in front of SAM.)
Warrick: Like to play with matches?
Sam Abernathy: Sometimes.
Warrick: Why is that?
Sam Abernathy: Fire is cool.
Warrick: Yeah.
(WARRICK throws the match into the mug of water, extinguishing it.)
(SAM looks expectantly at WARRICK. WARRICK nods. SAM picks up the box of matches. He picks up a match and lights it. He puts it out in the mug of water.)
Warrick: You ever have trouble sleeping at night?
Sam Abernathy: Only when I got woken up.
(SAM picks up and lights another match.)
Warrick: Is that what happened Saturday?
(SAM nods.)
(Quick flashback to: [BEDROOM] SABRINA knocks on the back door. SAM looks outside.)
Sabrina Abernathy: I lost my key. Let me in.
(SAM opens the back door for SABRINA.)
Sabrina Abernathy: Thanks, dude.
(She walks into the room. SAM shuts the door behind her.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
(SAM strikes another match and puts it out in the mug.)
Warrick: Couldn't go back to bed?
Sam Abernathy: I got a little bit hungry.
(Quick flashback: [KITCHEN] SAM looks through the cupboards and takes out a box of something. In the back of the same shelf is the CHAFING DISH FUEL in a small container.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Warrick: What'd you find?
Sam Abernathy: Purple jelly.
Warrick: Purple jelly?
(SAM strikes another match and puts it out in the mug.)
Warrick: Did you eat it?
Sam Abernathy: No. Mom uses it for the chocolate pot on our birthdays.
Warrick: That sounds like fun.
Sam Abernathy: Yeah ... except stupid grandma isn't allowed to have chocolate, so we couldn't do it this year.
Warrick: Oh ... that must've made you mad.
Sam Abernathy: Ever since grandma moved in, we can't do anything fun.
Warrick: So, what happened next?
Sam Abernathy: I played for a while.
(Quick flashback to: [KITCHEN] SAM takes a handful of the fuel and writes on the kitchen floor: BITCH.)
(He lights a match and sets the word on fire. SAM gets up and leaves.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Warrick: Then what?
Sam Abernathy: I went to bed ... (SAM perks up) ... and then the firemen came and rescued us.
Warrick: You like when the firemen come?
Sam Abernathy: (excited) Yeah. They're so nice. They talked to me and showed me all their cool stuff. This one named George -- he said maybe someday I can meet his dog.
Warrick: You know, Sam ... that word that you wrote on the floor ...
[OBSERVATION ROOM]
(JESSICA listens and cries.)
Warrick: you know, that's a really bad word.
Sam Abernathy: I hear it all the time. My grandma says it.
(In the interview room, SAM strikes a match and puts it out in the mug.)
Sam Abernathy: My mom says it.
(SAM strikes another match and puts it out in the mug.)
Sam Abernathy: And my sister says it.
(He strikes another match.)
Sam Abernathy: Well... she used to say it.
(He blows the match out and watches the smoke rise up from the burned match. He drops it into the mug.)


ARC OF INFINITY
BY: JOHNNY BYRNE
Part Two
First Air Date: 5 January 1983
Running time: 24:42
[SCENE_BREAK]
MAXIL: Take them away.
[SCENE_BREAK]
ZORAC: Each and every time the Doctor returns to Gallifrey there's violence.
HEDIN: Perhaps it is we who should modify our approach.
ZORAC: He resisted the guard!
HEDIN: We send armed guards when a friendly face and a welcoming hand would have sufficed. Are you surprised that he resisted?
[SCENE_BREAK]
NYSSA: He's hurt. He must have proper medical attention.
MAXIL: He'll recover.
MAXIL: The compound is guarded. If you try to leave again, my men will shoot to kill. See that the Doctor knows.
[SCENE_BREAK]
THALIA: Well, where is he?
CASTELLAN: The Doctor tried to evade security. Some force had to be used. He'll be brought here as soon as he's recovered.
THALIA: The situation is critical, Castellan.
CASTELLAN: Of that fact I am more than aware. If I may pass? I must give my report to the Lord President.
[SCENE_BREAK]
DOCTOR: Not the most welcoming return.
NYSSA: They've taken the main space-time element.
DOCTOR: That's the only way to keep me and the TARDIS here.
NYSSA: What do we do now?
DOCTOR: We need a link. Something to prove the connection between this creature and Gallifrey.
NYSSA: And how are we going to find that?
[SCENE_BREAK]
CASTELLAN: Maxil. The Doctor is secure?
MAXIL: Yes.
CASTELLAN: The High Council wish to see him the moment he's recovered. And Maxil? See that he's there, or you answer to me.
[SCENE_BREAK]
TANNOY: KLM announces the arrival of the delayed flight from London.
STUART: Excuse me. Tegan Jovanka?
TEGAN: Yes.
STUART: Robin Stuart.
TEGAN: Oh.
STUART: I'm a friend of Colin's.
TEGAN: Hello. Colin told me you were travelling round together. Is he here?
STUART: I'm afraid not.
TEGAN: Oh. He is all right?
STUART: Look, let's go into town and I'll tell you all about it, okay?
[SCENE_BREAK]
MAXIL: You're to come with us, Doctor.
DOCTOR: There's no need for all the fire power.
MAXIL: They have orders to kill at the slightest sign of resistance.
DOCTOR: The Council Chamber, I suppose.
MAXIL: Yes.
DOCTOR: My companion is not involved in this.
MAXIL: Move. My orders are to take you both.
[SCENE_BREAK]
TEGAN: Two coffees, please.
TEGAN: When did you last see Colin?
STUART: Well, it's difficult.
TEGAN: What do you mean, difficult?
STUART: It's hard to explain. He's disappeared.
TEGAN: Disappeared? Couldn't he have just wandered off?
STUART: You're not going to believe this.
[SCENE_BREAK]
DOCTOR: Councillors.
HEDIN: Doctor. A pleasure to see you again.
DOCTOR: And you, Hedin. Nyssa, my old friend, Councillor Hedin. Councillors, my companion, Nyssa of Traken.
THALIA: You are welcome to Gallifrey, Nyssa.
NYSSA: Thank you.
ZORAC: Well, Doctor, an unpleasant business, this. I'm sure you understand why the Lord President was forced to recall you.
DOCTOR: Given the chance, I would have returned willingly.
CASTELLAN: You've never proved as cooperative in the past.
THALIA: If you remember, you were asked to return Romana, and you failed to do so.
DOCTOR: Romana chose to stay in E-space.
HEDIN: That's all past history.
DOCTOR: Yes. Well, now that I'm here, Thalia, have you given any thought to what's happened?
THALIA: There hasn't been much time, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Has anyone checked to see if my biodata extracts have been removed from the Matrix, Castellan?
CASTELLAN: What are you suggesting, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I would have thought that was obvious. None of this could have happened unless the creature had that information.
CASTELLAN: I should have thought the most important
ZORAC: Councillors. The Lord President.
BORUSA: You too have regenerated.
DOCTOR: Indeed, President Borusa.
BORUSA: And Nyssa of Traken, isn't it? Sorry to have kept you waiting. Please be seated, Councillors.
BORUSA: This session of the High Council of Time Lords is now in progress.
[SCENE_BREAK]
TEGAN: It's the sort of thing the Doctor gets up to.
STUART: Doctor?
TEGAN: A friend of mine. Have you reported this to the police?
STUART: Of course, but do you think I could tell them the same story?
TEGAN: Colin has disappeared.
STUART: He's a foreign national, a hitchhiker. Unless there's proof of violence, they're not interested. It's the same in any country.
TEGAN: We'll see about that.
STUART: I can't get involved. What I've said is the truth, but I've lost my passport. I can't risk making a fuss.
TEGAN: Marvellous, isn't it. First I lose my job. Not to worry, I think. I'll go and see my favourite cousin, cheer myself up. Now this.
STUART: I'm sorry. What do you want to do?
TEGAN: Tell me your story again, every detail. Then we'll go to the police. It's all right. I'll handle it alone.
[SCENE_BREAK]
BORUSA: The space-time parameters of the Matrix have been invaded by a creature from the anti-matter world. We know its composition and how unstable is the magnetism that shields it. The creature must be expelled immediately if we are to avert disaster.
DOCTOR: Without knowing its purpose here.
BORUSA: Its presence here must be our first concern. Anti-matter cannot co-exist in harmony in our universe.
DOCTOR: Lord President, this creature is here now because it bonded with me. To do so it needed something very special, full and precise details of my biological makeup. Now, I didn't pass this information on. Somebody did. The question is who.
CASTELLAN: We considered this, Doctor, but the implications are quite preposterous.
DOCTOR: Chancellor, can bonding occur without the full imprint of a so-called bioscan?
THALIA: Not to my knowledge. But the power of this creature is outside the limits of what we know, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Lord President, I ask for time to have this fully investigated.
BORUSA: I'm sorry, Doctor, but we must deal with the situation as it exists now. The time factor involved leaves only one course of action open to us. Commander!
BORUSA: You know that capital punishment has long been abolished here in Gallifrey, but there is a precedent for a situation like this. Have you nothing further to say, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I have a great deal to say.
NYSSA: You can't do this! You must destroy the creature.
BORUSA: Child, do you think we have not considered this? The creature is shielded. We have no way of tracing it.
NYSSA: So you're prepared to kill the Doctor?
BORUSA: Commander! Remove the Doctor to the security compound. As soon as the warrant is issued, you will convey him to a place of termination. I'm sorry, Doctor.
NYSSA: No! You can't!
DOCTOR: Executing me will not alter the fact there's a traitor at work on Gallifrey!
[SCENE_BREAK]
STUART: What did they say?
TEGAN: Foreigners get themselves lost all the time. They'll make routine enquiries. Which means, as you said, they'll do nothing.
STUART: Did you tell them about the crypt?
TEGAN: Only that Colin was last seen there.
STUART: So what now? We can't just abandon Colin.
TEGAN: You are telling me the truth?
STUART: Yes, I am.
TEGAN: Let's see if we can find Colin ourselves.
[SCENE_BREAK]
NYSSA: Time Lords, I beg of you, think what you're doing. The creature knew the TARDIS' location, time zone coordinates, bioscan. That information could only have come from here, from Gallifrey.
CASTELLAN: Only the High Council of Time Lords can extract such data from the Matrix. You too accuse us of treason.
NYSSA: Can you deny the possibility? At least give the Doctor time.
BORUSA: There is no time, nor can proof of what you say change things. We must prevent the full bonding.
NYSSA: But the Doctor is innocent.
THALIA: What would you have us do? Spare the Doctor and condemn untold billions to destruction? That is the choice we face here.
[SCENE_BREAK]
DAMON: Doctor.
DOCTOR: Damon!
MAXIL: I must speak to the Doctor.
DOCTOR: He is a friend of mine.
MAXIL: I have my orders.
DOCTOR: You don't have to relish them so much.
[SCENE_BREAK]
BORUSA: We have listened to what you say, but the decision must stand.
HEDIN: Lord President, in view of what she says, couldn't we at least delay carrying out the judgement?
THALIA: We can't risk it, Hedin.
ZORAC: We're sorry, child, but truly there's no other choice.
NYSSA: So much for your justice.
CASTELLAN: All that remains is the warrant of termination. The precise wording should be in the Matrix.
HEDIN: What would we do without your diligence.
BORUSA: This session of the High Council is now adjourned.
[SCENE_BREAK]
DAMON: Nyssa of Traken, I am Damon, a friend of the Doctor's. We must talk, but not here.
[SCENE_BREAK]
HEDIN: Castellan.
HEDIN: I'm worried by what both the Doctor and his companion have said.
CASTELLAN: The possible connection between this creature and Gallifrey?
HEDIN: Yes. And the fact that a Time Lord could be a traitor. You do intend to pursue it?
CASTELLAN: They were both overwrought.
HEDIN: But if it were true
CASTELLAN: I'm sure I'd know if such a serious breach of security had occurred.
[SCENE_BREAK]
NYSSA: You're sure it was the Doctor's biodata extract?
DAMON: Yes, I managed to pass it to him on his way to the compound.
NYSSA: We must tell the High Council immediately.
DAMON: But who to trust? Only members of the High Council have access to biodata information.
NYSSA: We must find a way to speak to the Doctor.
DAMON: That could be difficult. He's closely confined.
[SCENE_BREAK]
TIME LORD: The Doctor is to be terminated.
OMEGA: Good. You are prepared?
TIME LORD: Yes. The Matrix is already programmed.
[SCENE_BREAK]
MAXIL: You wanted to see me?
DOCTOR: Your guards will not allow me to leave the console room.
MAXIL: They have their orders.
DOCTOR: If I'm to die, I want to prepare myself mentally. For that I need to be alone.
MAXIL: Which is the nearest room?
DOCTOR: My companion's. It has already been searched.
MAXIL: Then you may withdraw. But be sensible, Doctor. If you try to lose yourself in the corridors of the TARDIS, my men will hunt you down, and your death will be far from dignified and painless.
[SCENE_BREAK]
HEDIN: Nyssa, Damon.
NYSSA: We had to see you, Councillor.
HEDIN: I'm deeply sorry for what has happened.
NYSSA: Councillor Hedin, we need your help.
HEDIN: Anything I can do.
NYSSA: We must see the Doctor. Can you arrange it?
HEDIN: Difficult. The Castellan is very possessive about his charges.
DAMON: The Doctor isn't a criminal.
HEDIN: True, but what has happened makes him very dangerous.
NYSSA: Please, try.
HEDIN: I said difficult, Nyssa, but not impossible. Especially with one so sensitive to public opinion as the Castellan is.
[SCENE_BREAK]
DOCTOR: My bioscan.
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STUART: I just don't think it's wise, that's all.
TEGAN: I'm not scared to go into that crypt, if that's what you mean.
STUART: Look, I feel bad enough about Colin. What if something happens to you?
TEGAN: Don't worry on my account. How much further is it?
STUART: Just over the next bridge.
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MAXIL: Wait here.
DAMON: I feel there is something wrong.
NYSSA: What?
DAMON: The Castellan agreed too quickly to our visiting the Doctor. Even if he knows he can't refuse, he always attempts to make it appear he's granting you permission. I mean, that's the Castellan's way.
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DOCTOR: So soon? What about my appeal?
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MAXIL: You have visitors, Doctor.
NYSSA: Doctor.
DOCTOR: How did you get in here?
NYSSA: Councillor Hedin arranged it with the Castellan.
DOCTOR: Well, that's very generous of the Castellan. Come, we'll walk while we speak.
MAXIL: You're to talk here, where I can see you.
DAMON: Castellan said we might be alone.
DOCTOR: Excellent. Well, Damon, what news of my old companion Leela?
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DAMON (OOV.): Er, she's, she's well, and very happy.
DOCTOR (OOV.): I was so sorry to miss her wedding. Still, perhaps I'll get to see her before I (out of range)
CASTELLAN: You're a fool, Maxil.
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DOCTOR: In here. Maxil has just planted a listening device in the console room. Well now, we have proof my biodata extract was removed from the Matrix.
NYSSA: So there is a traitor.
DOCTOR: Indeed. And a disaster in the making. Unless I'm mistaken, Gallifrey could lose control of the space-time Matrix.
DAMON: But that's impossible.
DOCTOR: That's exactly what the High Council think. So, we must see what we can do to stop it happening. Look, Damon, I know you've already risked a great deal for me, but could I impose on you a little further?
DAMON: Anything.
DOCTOR: I need another space-time element for the TARDIS. Preferably without a recall circuit.
DAMON: I'll see what I can do. Anything else?
DOCTOR: Yes. You could check to see if the Matrix is aware of any details concerning power equipment, movement, transportation.
DAMON: Right.
DOCTOR: Well, Commander, our time is up so soon. Well, Nyssa, that's my final word. No appeals. We must accept the decision of the High Council. Understood?
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TEGAN: This is it?
STUART: Yes. The entrance to the crypt is over there, behind the fountain, but I found a back way in behind the house.
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NYSSA: It's impressive.
DAMON: We must hurry. I must first check the coding for a Type Forty time rotor.
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CASTELLAN: Well?
MAXIL: All is in order, Castellan.
CASTELLAN: No appeals? No last minute requests?
MAXIL: Nothing. The Doctor seems to be taking it quite well, in fact.
CASTELLAN: You are extremely privileged, Maxil. It's given to very few to supervise the destruction of a Time Lord. It has in fact only happened once before.
MAXIL: The warrant is issued?
CASTELLAN: Yes. Summon the Doctor.
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TIME LORD: It is time, my friend. The Council have been summoned to the place of termination. You have little time. Can you do it?
OMEGA: All will be ready here.
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OMEGA: Do precisely as you have been instructed. To the controls.
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NYSSA: What is it?
DAMON: The alert. The Doctor is being taken to the place of termination. We're too late.
NYSSA: They'll execute him now, this instant?
DAMON: Yes.
DAMON: No, Nyssa. Look, you can't stop them now.
NYSSA: Help me!
DAMON: Please, Nyssa, please. You'll die too.
NYSSA: We can't fail him, Damon. You finish assembling the time element. Now please, I want this thing open.
DAMON: It's madness.
NYSSA: You must get to the TARDIS and fit the element into place. If all goes well, we'll need to leave in a hurry.
DAMON: Be careful and, and good luck.
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DOCTOR: I trust you know what you are doing?
BORUSA: You know the choice we have to face, Doctor. Our duty, if not our conscience, is clear.
DOCTOR: And the decision was unanimous?
BORUSA: There was one dissenter, your good friend Councillor Hedin.
DOCTOR: Thank you, Hedin. I much appreciate all you've done.
BORUSA: By the authority vested in me as laid down by Rassilon, I, Lord President Borusa, and in harmony with the majority of the Time Lords here present, we are resolved
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GUARD: Halt!
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BORUSA: By reason of cruel but unavoidable necessity, we have no recourse but to exercise the final sanction of termination. Commander Maxil, this warrant empowers you to carry out judgement.
MAXIL: Guards, bring the Doctor forward.
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OMEGA: Align scan coordinates.
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NYSSA: Over here, Doctor.
DOCTOR: No! Nyssa, I will not have blood spilt to save my life.
BORUSA: Nyssa of Traken, I command you to lay aside that weapon.
NYSSA: Doctor, quickly!
THALIA: Obey the Lord President, or you too will die.
CASTELLAN: You cannot escape, girl.
NYSSA: Don't you understand? The Doctor was betrayed. His bioscan was extracted from the Matrix. Doctor, tell them.
DOCTOR: They're right, Nyssa. We cannot escape.
NYSSA: But we're ready to leave.
DOCTOR: Please. You must obey the Lord President. I know what I'm doing. The weapon, please?
DOCTOR: Lord President, my companion acted from misguided loyalty. She will cause no further trouble. In return, I ask that she is allowed to go free.
BORUSA: Thank you, Doctor. For your sake, we will overlook it.
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OMEGA: Activate booster terminal, now!
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MAXIL: Judgement has been carried out, Lord President.