Jim Giammatteo
22018 Thorngrove Lane
Spring, TX 77389
Cell# (281) 370-2233 [email protected]
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FADE IN:
EXT. DENVER - CAPITAL SAVINGS - DAY
A towering glass skyscraper reflects the mountain skyline and
the expansive marble-tiled plaza bustles with suited
executives rushing to meetings.
INT. CAPITAL SAVINGS - PENTHOUSE OFFICE - DAY
ALPHONSE FALCONE (55, distinguished, dark hair graying at the
temples) stands at floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the
city. His office exudes power - Italian leather furniture,
original artwork, a massive mahogany desk, and plush
carpeting.
JANET (40s, efficient, professional) enters with a stack of
papers.
JANET
Final documents for the board, Mr.
Falcone.
Alphonse flips through quickly.
ALPHONSE
Thank you, Janet. Send everyone in.
Minutes later, TWELVE BOARD MEMBERS file in, taking seats
around a large conference table. JENSEN (60s, distinguished,
challenging) sits directly across from Alphonse.
Alphonse stands at the head of the table and addresses them.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
It’s been thirty years — a lifetime
for some — and all of you have been
instrumental in helping build
Capital Savings. But lifetimes end,
and institutions change.
(a beat)
Global Bank has made an offer we
can't ignore.
Murmurs around the table. Jensen leans forward.
JENSEN
This institution has been
independent for over a century.
Selling to GlobalBank is a mistake.
ALPHONSE
The world is changing, William. We
adapt or we die.
JENSEN
Or we become just another cog in a
corporate machine.
Alphonse activates a presentation on the wall screen.
ALPHONSE
Projected profits up sixty percent
in five years. Employee retention
guaranteed. All existing client
relationships preserved.
Several board members nod approvingly.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
I call for a vote.
One by one, the members vote. The final tally is unanimous
with the exception of Jensen.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Thank you all. The sale will
proceed.
The board members exit, Jensen lingering.
JENSEN
I hope you know what you're doing,
Alphonse.
ALPHONSE
The world is changing, William. We
adapt or we die. It's time for new
chapters. For the bank, and for me
... for my family.
Jensen nods reluctantly and leaves.
Alphonse picks up his phone.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
(into phone)
The vote was overwhelmingly in
favor of selling.
He hangs up, gathers his briefcase, and nods to his assistant
as he exits.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
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A New Chapter Begins
INT. CAPITAL SAVINGS - ELEVATOR - DAY
Alphonse rides down alone, adjusting his tie in the mirrored
walls.
EXT. CAPITAL SAVINGS - ENTRANCE - DAY
A midnight blue Lamborghini Aventador idles at the curb.
CHARLES (40s, friendly, professionally dressed) stands beside
it.
CHARLES
Afternoon, Mr. Falcone. How'd the
meeting go?
Alphonse slides into the back seat.
ALPHONSE
They agreed. It's time to move on.
Charles gets in and pulls away from the curb.
CHARLES
Congratulations, sir. You've been
talking about this for years.
ALPHONSE
(checking his watch)
Let's get home. I promised Elaine
we'd plan the trip tonight.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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Reflections of Success
INT. LAMBORGHINI - MOVING - DAY
Alphonse plays a recording from the meeting on his phone.
BOARD MEMBER (V.O.)
... despite Mr. Jensen's
objections, the board approves the
sale. Congratulations, Alphonse.
Alphonse smiles, satisfied, and puts the phone away.
ALPHONSE
Thirty years I've given to that
bank. Now it's time for me.
CHARLES
If anyone's earned it, sir, it's
you.
ALPHONSE
Elaine's been so patient. And the
kids ... they're growing up too
fast.
Charles nods, navigating through Denver traffic.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Marcie got accepted to Princeton.
Did I tell you?
CHARLES
You mentioned it, sir.
Congratulations again.
ALPHONSE
And Reston's science project won
regionals. They're good kids,
Charles.
CHARLES
The best, sir.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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A Scenic Drive Turns Dark
EXT. TREE-LINED LANE - DAY
The Lamborghini turns down a picturesque road flanked by
sprawling meadows with horses grazing in the distance.
CHARLES
Looks like a great place to retire.
Maybe ride those horses every day.
ALPHONSE
Don't send me off to these fine
pastures yet. I'm taking the family
to travel the world. We may even
stay a year.
CHARLES
We'll all miss you, sir.
Charles turns onto the driveway of a magnificent mansion -
stone and wood, modern yet timeless. He pulls under the
canopy, then opens the door for Alphonse.
When Alphonse gets out, he notices the front door ajar and
stained glass broken.
ALPHONSE
(suddenly alert)
Call the police.
Charles steps to the door and sees Mrs. Falcone lying on the
floor. He quickly dials 9-1-1.
CHARLES
We’ve got an emergency situation at
the Falcone house. It appears to be
a homicide. The address is 715
Briar Road.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
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5 -
Tragedy at the Falcone Mansion
INT. FALCONE MANSION - DAY
Alphonse runs inside, broken glass crunching underfoot. The
entryway shows signs of violence - overturned furniture,
broken vases.
In the marble-covered foyer lies his WIFE ELAINE (late 30s,
elegant), blood pooling under her head, a gaping wound in her
chest and on the side of her head. He kneels to check vitals -
nothing. His eyes widen in panic.
ALPHONSE
Marcie! Marcie, are you here?
He races across the marble floors into the kitchen, stopping
in the doorway. His hands instinctively cover his face as he
GASPS.
INT. FALCONE MANSION - KITCHEN - DAY
Lying on the floor are his two children, MARCIE (17,
cheerful) and RESTON (15, serious). Both appear dead.
Alphonse shakes their bodies and checks for vital signs -
nothing.
He reaches for his phone, then hears SIRENS growing louder as
they near the house. He sits on the floor between his
children and cries, his body shaking with grief.
Charles steps up behind him, placing a hand on Alphonse's
shoulder. The sirens stop, and EMTs rush in with gurneys. One
checks the bodies for signs of life, turns to the other and
then shakes his head.
Alphonse tries standing, but his knees collapse. Charles
catches him, then helps Alphonse stabilize. He leads him to
the sitting room where Alphonse sits on the sofa.
CHARLES
Would you like a drink, sir?
Alphonse stares blankly at the floor and nods.
Charles returns with brandy, followed by OFFICER RIVERA (30s,
trained but visibly shaken) and OFFICER MONTGOMERY (40s,
seasoned, steady).
OFFICER MONTGOMERY
Were you expecting anyone today,
Mr. Falcone?
Alphonse shakes his head, still in shock.
OFFICER RIVERA
Any enemies? Anyone who might want
to hurt your family?
ALPHONSE
(almost whispering)
No ... everyone loved Elaine and
the kids.
OFFICER MONTGOMERY
It’s early sir, but we may have
some leads. Three suspects were
picked up not far from here. It
appears they hit another home in
the area.
(a beat)
We’re going to process evidence
now, sir. Call us if you need
anything.
As Montgomery walks toward the foyer, he calls for backup.
MONTGOMERY
Dispatch, we have multiple
fatalities at 715 Briar Road.
Requesting backup and a detective.
(a beat)
And call the coroner too. Make sure
he’s on his way.
Montgomery looks up to see Rivera standing beside him.
MONTGOMERY (CONT’D)
Secure the area. Make sure no
unauthorized personnel enter, and
establish a solid perimeter. No one
in or out without clearance.
As the chaos of police radios and EMT clatter surrounds them,
Detective Morris steps through the front door and stops
immediately upon seeing Mrs. Falcone lying in the foyer.
Genres:
["Drama","Crime","Mystery"]
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A Gruesome Discovery
INT. FOYER — DAY — CONTINUOUS
She is lying on the floor, blood pooled under her head.
Rivera approaches, notebook in hand.
RIVERA
Detective, glad you’re here.
(whispering)
This is a nasty one.
MORRIS
Any signs of evidence other than
the broken glass on the front door?
Rivera gulps and gestures toward the kitchen.
RIVERA
(still whispering)
Two kids in the kitchen, killed the
same way - blunt force trauma. The
father’s in there too.
(a beat)
He’s alive though.
MORRIS
Check for any instruments that may
have caused the damage. And don’t
stop with just searching the house.
Do the outside too. Get extra help
up here if you need it.
Morris carefully steps around the body and goes to the
kitchen.
INT. KITCHEN — DAY
Morris steps around the island and immediately stops. The
sight before him feels like a cold punch to the gut.
DETECTIVE MORRIS
(voice low, almost
trembling)
Christ no. Not the kids.
His breath hitches, and he halts in his tracks, his gaze
fixated on the lifeless forms. A wave of nausea washes over
him, and he clutches his stomach instinctively.
Montgomery steps close to Morris.
MONTGOMERY
Sir, Mr. Falcone is in the study.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Crime"]
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7 -
A Father's Grief
INT. STUDY — DAY — CONTINUOUS
Morris sits in a chair across from Alphonse.
MORRIS
Sir, I know the other officers
already spoke to you. I only have a
few questions for now. The rest can
wait.
Alphonse nods but keeps his head hung low.
MORRIS (CONT’D)
What time did you arrive home?
ALPHONSE
About an hour ago. I found them as
you see them.
Suddenly his face shows a small spark.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
When I checked the kids for a pulse
or any sign of life, they were
still warm.
MORRIS
That’s good, sir. Very good.
Morris asks a few more questions, then puts his notebook away
and sets a business card on the coffee table.
MORRIS (CONT’D)
The rest can wait, sir. When you
feel up to it, call me.
Genres:
["Crime","Drama","Mystery"]
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8 -
Vengeance in the Shadows
INT. FALCONE MANSION - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Alphonse sits alone in darkness, the brandy untouched. His
eyes have changed - no longer grief-stricken but cold,
calculating. The only light comes from the dying embers in
the fireplace. A heavy silence fills the room.
Alphonse stares at the family portrait above the mantle -
Elaine, Marcie, and Reston, all smiling.
As he focuses on their faces, the room seems to shift.
For a moment, he sees Elaine sitting in her favorite chair
across from him, reading a book. She looks up and smiles at
him.
ALPHONSE
(whispers)
Elaine?
The vision fades as quickly as it appeared. Alphonse rubs his
eyes.
From the hallway, he hears Marcie's laughter, the sound
crystalline and achingly familiar. He turns toward it.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Marcie?
He rises, following the sound. In the darkened hallway, he
sees a flicker of movement - Reston, running up the stairs,
stopping to look back at his father.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Reston, wait —
Reston vanishes. Alphonse stands at the bottom of the stairs,
his hand clutching the railing.
He returns to the living room, the visions haunting him. He
picks up a framed photo from the side table - the four of
them on vacation last summer. He traces Elaine's face with
his finger.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
They’ve taken ... everything.
Alphonse throws an ashtray across the room. It smashes
against the door.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Now, they’ll understand the cost.
He sets the photo down and moves to his desk. He pulls out a
legal pad and begins writing with methodical precision -
names, plans, ideas. His grief is transforming, becoming
something else.
As he writes, the visions continue to appear in his
peripheral vision, but he shakes them off and focuses on his
plan.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
(to himself)
I will have vengeance.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
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9 -
Uncertain Justice
INT. POLICE STATION - DAY - ONE WEEK LATER
Alphonse sits across from Detective Morris.
DETECTIVE MORRIS
We've arrested three men. Strong
evidence connects them to the
scene; in fact, a nearby home was
hit earlier.
Morris lowers his head.
MORRIS
Thankfully, no one was home.
ALPHONSE
When's the trial?
DETECTIVE MORRIS
Preliminary hearing next week. With
what we have, they'll go away for
life, Mr. Falcone.
Alphonse nods, but his expression suggests he's not entirely
satisfied.
EXT. COURTHOUSE — DAY — TWO MONTHS LATER
Alphonse waits on the steps until Detective Morris arrives.
Morris looks away as he climbs the steps, but Alphonse stops
him when he gets near the top.
ALPHONSE
You said you had a good case, but
the pretrial didn't seem to go
well.
DETECTIVE MORRIS
(apologetically)
The defense is claiming the DNA was
mishandled. Or something like that.
And they say the case is all
circumstantial.
ALPHONSE
Was it mishandled?
Morris shrugs.
MORRIS
I can't believe the judge would buy
that, but today will tell.
Genres:
["Crime","Drama","Mystery"]
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10 -
Justice Denied
INT. COURTROOM - DAY - CONTINUOUS
The courtroom is crowded with reporters and spectators fill
the gallery. Alphonse sits rigidly in the front row as a
JUDGE addresses the court.
JUDGE
After carefully reviewing arguments
from both sides, the court finds
that the DNA evidence was
mishandled in several ways: the
chain of custody is in question as
is the documentation. Furthermore,
it appears as if the samples may
have been handled without the
proper precautions.
(a beat)
Considering this, I find the DNA
reports must be excluded. And
without that evidence, the
prosecution has failed to establish
probable cause to proceed to trial.
The case is dismissed.
THREE MEN in the defendant's box smile and shake hands with
their LAWYER. One, CONRAD (30s, brutal face, smug), catches
Alphonse's eye and smirks.
Alphonse's fists clench until his knuckles turn white.
EXT. COURTHOUSE STEPS - DAY
Alphonse confronts Detective Morris.
ALPHONSE
How could this happen? You said the
evidence was strong!
DETECTIVE MORRIS
The defense claimed the DNA was
contaminated during collection.
(a beat)
I guess the judge bought it.
ALPHONSE
So they just walk free? After what
they did?
Morris hesitates, avoiding eye contact.
DETECTIVE MORRIS
I'm sorry, Mr. Falcone. I worked
this case like it happened to my
kids, but sometimes ...
Alphonse watches as Conrad and his accomplices, VINCE (40s,
muscular, scarred face) and TRAVIS (30s, wiry, nervous
energy), walk down the courthouse steps, laughing.
Genres:
["Crime","Drama","Thriller"]
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11 -
Vengeance in the Shadows
INT. FALCONE'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT - ONE MONTH LATER
Alphonse stares at newspaper clippings and photos pinned to a
wall. Headlines read: "FALCONE FAMILY MURDER: SUSPECTS WALK
FREE" and "LACK OF EVIDENCE FREES ACCUSED KILLERS."
Empty liquor bottles litter his desk. His appearance has
deteriorated - unshaven, disheveled.
JAMES, a long-time friend of Alphonse, (55, gray hair, formal
tone) KNOCKS at the door.
The knock interrupts Alphonse’s focus. He ignores it, but the
knocking continues, more insistent.
JAMES (O.S.)
Alphonse? I know you're in there.
Alphonse doesn't respond. The door opens anyway, and James
enters, carrying groceries.
JAMES (CONT’D)
You haven't answered your phone in
days.
James turns on a lamp, dispelling some of the darkness. The
sudden light causes Alphonse to focus.
ALPHONSE
(coldly)
I didn’t invite you.
James sets the groceries down and surveys the room - empty
bottles, takeout containers, newspapers scattered across the
floor.
JAMES
When's the last time you ate? Or
showered?
ALPHONSE
Leave me alone, James.
James notices the legal pad covered in Alphonse's writing. He
tries to glimpse what's written, but Alphonse covers it.
JAMES
The funeral director called me. You
haven't returned his messages about
the markings on the gravestones.
ALPHONSE
I'm not ready.
JAMES
Alphonse, it's been over a month.
Alphonse closes his eyes. When he opens them, he sees Elaine
standing behind James, her face sorrowful. She shakes her
head slowly.
ALPHONSE
(to the vision)
I know. But what else can I do?
James follows Alphonse's gaze but sees nothing.
JAMES
(concerned)
Who are you talking to?
ALPHONSE
(recovering)
No one. Just thinking aloud.
James approaches Alphonse and places a hand on his shoulder.
JAMES
You need help, Alphonse. Grief
counseling, maybe medication. This
isn't healthy.
ALPHONSE
What I need is justice.
JAMES
The police are doing everything
they can.
ALPHONSE
(bitterly)
And when they fail? What then?
James sighs, not knowing how to respond.
JAMES
At least eat something. I brought
your favorite from Mazzio's.
As James unpacks the food in the kitchen, Alphonse looks
around the room. The visions have multiplied - Elaine by the
window, Marcie sitting cross-legged on the floor reading,
Reston playing with his model airplane.
ALPHONSE
(whispers)
I'm so sorry I wasn't here. I
should have protected you.
The visions offer no response, but their presence seems to
comfort and torment him simultaneously.
Alphonse? Food's ready.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
(calling back)
I'm not hungry.
Alphonse rises and walks around the room, passing through the
vision of Marcie, who dissolves like smoke. He stops at a
bookshelf and pulls out a leather-bound volume - The Count of
Monte Cristo.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
(to himself)
Yes ... a man who creates his own
justice.
He opens the book to a marked passage, reading aloud.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
"All human wisdom is contained in
these two words: “Wait” and “Hope."
He closes the book with a snap.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
I'm done waiting. Hope is for
fools.
James returns to the living room, plate in hand.
JAMES
At least try to —
He stops, seeing Alphonse with the book.
JAMES (CONT’D)
What's that?
ALPHONSE
A different kind of justice, James.
One you forge yourself.
JAMES
Alphonse, you're scaring me.
Alphonse turns to his friend, his eyes frighteningly calm.
ALPHONSE
Don't be scared for me, James. Be
scared for them.
JAMES
For who?
ALPHONSE
Everyone who thinks they're above
justice.
James sets the plate down, genuinely concerned now.
JAMES
Listen to yourself. This isn't you
talking. This is grief and anger.
ALPHONSE
No, this is exactly me. The real
me. The one who was hidden beneath
the businessman and family man.
He returns to his desk and resumes writing. The visions of
his family surround him, seeming to approve.
JAMES
I'm calling Dr. Benson. You need to
talk to someone.
ALPHONSE
(not looking up)
Don't bother. I won't see him.
JAMES
Then I'm staying here tonight.
ALPHONSE
Suit yourself. The guest room is
where it's always been.
James hesitates, then addresses Alphonse again.
JAMES
You realize you missed the closing
today.
ALPHONSE
The lawyers handled it.
James surveys a table filled with clippings of the incident.
He grows more concerned.
JAMES
You can't keep living like this,
Alphonse.
ALPHONSE
They're walking free, James. Free.
JAMES
And you're destroying yourself. Is
that what Elaine would want?
James grabs Alphonse by the shoulders and shakes him.
JAMES (CONT’D)
You need a break. Go somewhere.
Paris, maybe. Elaine always loved
Paris. Clear your head.
Alphonse dismisses him with a wave.
JAMES (CONT’D)
I mean it. This obsession is eating
you alive.
Alphonse glares at him.
James lingers, unsure what to do. Finally, he heads upstairs,
leaving Alphonse alone with his visions and his plans.
Once James is gone, Alphonse opens his laptop and begins
researching private islands for sale.
ALPHONSE
(to the vision of Elaine)
What do you think of the Caribbean?
Or maybe somewhere in the Pacific?
The vision of Elaine places her hand on his shoulder. Though
he feels nothing, Alphonse reaches up as if to touch it.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Yes, remote. Isolated. Perfect.
He continues his research deep into the night, surrounded by
the ghosts of his murdered family, who watch over him as he
crafts his elaborate plan for vengeance.
INT. FALCONE MANSION - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Alphonse sits on his bed, holding a framed family photo. He
kisses each picture, then breaks down crying.
INT. FALCONE MANSION - KITCHEN - MORNING
Alphonse reads the newspaper, turning the pages rapidly. An
article about vigilante justice catches his eye. He cuts it
out and pins it to his wall next to the others.
He stares at the clippings, then makes reservations for a
flight to Paris in two weeks.
INT. PRIVATE JET - DAY - TWO WEEKS LATER
Alphonse looks out the window as the plane breaks through the
clouds and descends toward Charles de Gaulle Airport in
Paris.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
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A Chance Encounter at Café de Flore
EXT. CAFÉ DE FLORE - DAY
Alphonse sits at a street-side table bordering the Rue Saint-
Benoît. He sits alone, staring absently at PASSERSBY while he
sips an espresso. His appearance has improved, but his eyes
remain haunted.
He looks over the rim of his cup and sees a YOUNGER WOMAN
observing him. He picks up the paper, unfolds it, and holds
it so that it covers his face. Then he places a call to
FREDERICK (60s, distinguished, formal attitude) on his
headset.
ALPHONSE
Frederick, there is a young woman
sitting a few tables from me. She
looks to be French, maybe in her
late 30s with dark hair pulled back
into a bun. She's wearing a navy
blazer, cream blouse, and slim
trousers
(a beat)
She has been watching me for days.
I’d like to know who she is and
what she wants. See what she can
find out.
Frederick, professional as always responds.
FREDERICK
Sir, I believe a chignon would
better describe her hairstyle. As
to who she is - I have already
investigated. Her name is Juliette.
(a beat)
And if you turn around, you will
find her standing behind you.
Alphonse turns quickly, and looks up in shock.
ALPHONSE
I guess it's time we met.
She takes a seat in the chair across from him and extends her
hand.
JULIETTE
Je suis Juliette. (I am Juliette.)
ALPHONSE
And I am —
JULIETTE
Alphonse Falcone.
Alphonse laughs, then calls to a waiter passing by.
ALPHONSE
Monsieur, un autre espresso, s’il
vous plaît. (Waiter, another
espresso, please.)
JULIETTE
You speak the language well.
ALPHONSE
Only when ordering at restaurants.
JULIETTE (40, engaging personality, vivacious) lights a
cigarette, crosses her legs, and stares.
She sips her coffee while looking at him thoughtfully.
JULIETTE
(perfect English)
I know who you are, and I know what
happened to your family.
(a beat)
That look in your eyes — I’ve seen
it before.
(a beat)
(MORE)
JULIETTE (CONT’D)
If I were you, I would consider
other options — ones that will make
you happy.
ALPHONSE
(sneering)
What the hell would you know?
JULIETTE
Perhaps if you listen?
She leans closer to him.
JULIETTE (CONT’D)
I mentioned I’d seen that look in
your eyes before — it was when I
looked in the mirror.
(a beat)
I was like you — someone seeking
vengeance to punish those who had
done me harm.
Alphonse scoots his chair in and moves his paper aside.
JULIETTE (CONT’D)
A priest I know suggested an
alternative. And after much
deliberation, I listened. I’m much
happier now.
ALPHONSE
You seem comfortable speaking
English. Where did you learn?
Juliette offers a thin smile.
JULIETTE
That’s all you have to say — that
I’m comfortable speaking English?
(a beat)
If that’s what you really want to
know — I’ve traveled.
ALPHONSE
My family was killed by burglars.
The police caught the men they felt
were responsible for the crime, but
they weren’t convicted; they got
off on a technicality.
JULIETTE
And now you want justice — or
revenge?
Alphonse sips his coffee, then nods.
ALPHONSE
Something like that.
JULIETTE
Maybe you should try something
different. Instead of revenge,
focus your efforts on helping
people.
ALPHONSE
If that's what you mean by being
different, I don’t think I’m
interested.
JULIETTE
Why not use your resources to do
good? Even better — make others do
good.
ALPHONSE
No interest in that either.
Juliette shrugs and purses her lips.
JULIETTE
It might help you get over your
grief. It helped me.
Alphonse stares at his espresso, considering her words.
JULIETTE (CONT’D)
What if you could make those who
have escaped justice face it?
Alphonse looks up, intrigued.
JULIETTE (CONT’D)
Not just the men who killed your
family, but others like them.
People who think they're above the
law.
ALPHONSE
How?
JULIETTE
That depends on your resources. And
your imagination.
ALPHONSE
You seem to know a lot about this.
Who exactly are you?
Juliette's eyes cloud with memory.
JULIETTE
Someone who understands loss. I
imagine that I felt like you — full
of vengeance, hate, retribution.
(a beat)
My husband and daughter were killed
in a hit-and-run in Marseille. The
driver was connected to powerful
people, so he never spent a day in
prison. And my family is still
dead.
ALPHONSE
What did you do?
JULIETTE
At first, I wanted to kill him. I
followed him for weeks, learned his
routine. Then ...
ALPHONSE
Then?
JULIETTE
I found a better way to make him
suffer. I exposed his ongoing
activities, his connections to
organized crime. Not in court - the
evidence wouldn't hold there. But
to everyone who mattered in his
life. And I used my connections to
get newspapers to run articles on
him — damaging articles.
(a beat)
He lost everything. His reputation,
his business, his friends. Now he
lives alone, isolated and
miserable. A living punishment.
ALPHONSE
And this made you feel better?
JULIETTE
Not better. Nothing makes a loss
like that better. But it allowed me
to move forward, and to help others
find their own justice.
Alphonse studies her intensely.
ALPHONSE
How do you find these people? The
ones who need help?
JULIETTE
They find me. Word spreads quietly
in certain circles. People who have
nowhere else to turn often contact
me as a last resort.
ALPHONSE
And you're approaching me because?
JULIETTE
Your resources could help many
people. And I think you need
purpose as much as they need
justice.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
13 -
A Pact for Justice
INT. SUITE AT RITZ HOTEL - NIGHT
Alphonse sits at a desk, laptop open. On the screen: profiles
of six individuals. We glimpse words like "fraud,"
"corruption," "negligence," and "manslaughter."
He picks up the phone.
ALPHONSE
Frederick, I need you in Paris. I
have a project.
A knock at the door interrupts him.
He opens it to find Juliette, different from her café
appearance - more professional, hair pulled back, carrying a
portfolio.
JULIETTE
You asked for information.
Alphonse lets her in. She places the portfolio on the desk
and opens it, revealing surveillance photos and detailed
dossiers.
JULIETTE (CONT’D)
Six targets, as requested. All have
escaped traditional justice.
Alphonse examines the files.
ALPHONSE
How did you find them?
JULIETTE
I have my methods. Before my
husband and daughter were killed, I
was an investigative journalist.
Alphonse looks at her with new respect.
ALPHONSE
And now?
JULIETTE
Now I help people find closure.
ALPHONSE
These are perfect. Exactly what I
need.
JULIETTE
May I ask what you intend to do?
ALPHONSE
Something more effective than what
your justice system did for you. Or
mine did for me.
JULIETTE
(cautious)
Murder is not the answer.
ALPHONSE
I agree. Death is too quick, too
merciful.
He closes the portfolio and meets her gaze.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
I want them to face judgment by
their peers. To have their crimes
exposed. To feel the weight of
their actions.
JULIETTE
And then?
ALPHONSE
That depends on the verdict.
Juliette studies him for a long moment.
JULIETTE
I want no part in killing.
ALPHONSE
I'm not asking you to kill anyone.
Just to help me set the stage.
JULIETTE
For what?
ALPHONSE
Justice. My way.
Juliette considers this, then nods slowly.
JULIETTE
Perhaps we can help each other.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
14 -
Conspiracy at the Eiffel Tower
EXT. EIFFEL TOWER - DAY
Alphonse meets with Frederick, looking like tourists.
ALPHONSE
I'm buying an island. Private,
isolated, perfect for what I have
in mind. The paperwork should be
complete in a few weeks.
FREDERICK
And what exactly do you have in
mind, sir?
Alphonse hands a folder to Frederick.
ALPHONSE
My own court of justice, under my
jurisdiction. And these will be our
first defendants.
Frederick leafs through the files.
FREDERICK
How do we proceed?
ALPHONSE
First, we need evidence.
Irrefutable evidence of their
crimes.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
15 -
Covert Operations Briefing
INT. COMPUTER LAB - DAY - ONE MONTH LATER
Frederick addresses TWO TECHNICIANS.
FREDERICK
You will get a call from Ms. Amanda
Chen. Her WIFI is not working
properly. While there, you will
install several cameras at the
marks on this map.
He hands them a map of the condo. It displays several
locations marked with a red “X.”
FREDERICK (CONT’D)
Make sure they are invisible. Mr.
Falcone demands everything be done
perfectly.
TECHNICIAN 1
This level of surveillance will be
expensive.
FREDERICK
Mr. Falcone is a thorough man.
Frederick hands the techs five other files.
FREDERICK (CONT’D)
You will do the same in all of
these locations.
He then writes them a check for a substantial amount.
FREDERICK (CONT’D)
You will get the rest when the jobs
are complete.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
16 -
Plans of Retribution
INT. ALPHONSE’S PRIVATE OFFICE - DAY — MONTHS LATER
Alphonse sits in a chair, sipping a glass of wine and
watching footage from the surveillance cameras.
MONTAGE - SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE
- A stockbroker (RHONDA) convinces elderly clients to invest
in fraudulent schemes.
- A healthcare executive (HARRIS) denies legitimate medical
claims.
- An insurance executive (ROBERT) manipulates policy terms to
deny claims.
- A politician (RICK) accepts bribes from pharmaceutical
companies.
- A big-game hunter (AMANDA) illegally shoots endangered
species.
- A Wall Street manipulator (SEAN) engages in insider
trading.
INT. ALPHONSE'S PRIVATE OFFICE - NIGHT - TWO MONTHS LATER
Alphonse continues to watch the video feeds of the executives
engaged in corrupt activities. He pauses on RHONDA CRENSHAW
pushing worthless stocks on elderly clients.
ALPHONSE
(to himself)
Perfect.
Frederick enters with more files.
FREDERICK
Construction on the facilities you
wanted are complete, sir. Finished
in record time. And the renovations
on the existing mansion will be
done by next week, including all
surveillance.
ALPHONSE
And the special features? The
jungle?
FREDERICK
Taken care of as requested. We used
only rescued animals who would not
be safe on their own but rest
assured, they are fierce and will
instill terror in anyone.
ALPHONSE
The other specifications?
FREDERICK
All installed as requested. The
gallows, the hidden cameras,
everything.
(hesitant)
And the facility on the north side?
ALPHONSE
The prison?
FREDERICK
Yes, sir. Twenty cells as
specified. Minimal amenities.
(MORE)
FREDERICK (CONT’D)
Small exercise yard. It's adequate.
Not comfortable, but humane.
ALPHONSE
Excellent. I have special guests in
mind for that accommodation. And
the security for the facility?
FREDERICK
Impeccable. One guard for every
three prisoners, electronic locks,
and the island itself provides
natural containment.
Alphonse nods, satisfied.
FREDERICK (CONT’D)
Are you certain about this course
of action, sir?
ALPHONSE
More certain than I've been about
anything since Elaine died.
(a beat)
It’s time to recruit our jury.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
17 -
A Chance Encounter on Wall Street
EXT. WALL STREET - DAY
Buildings tower overhead as business people hurry along the
sidewalk, many with phones pressed to their ears. The frantic
pace of money being made and lost is palpable.
Rhonda CRENSHAW (30s, short, disarming smile and silver
tongue) confidently struts down a bustling sidewalk, weaving
through a crowd. She clutches her Birkin bag and suspiciously
scans everyone she passes.
Alphonse approaches her as she waits at a corner for the
signal to change. He tips his hat to her and bows.
ALPHONSE
Good morning, Madam. Would you care
to join me for a cup of coffee?
RHONDA
(annoyed)
I don't know you.
Alphonse laughs and puts his hat back on.
ALPHONSE
But I know you, Rhonda, and I have
a proposition I believe you'll find
of interest; in fact, knowing your
penchant for finding new ways to
make money, I'm sure you will.
Rhonda tucks in her scarf and shoots him a sideways glance.
She looks up at the skyscrapers surrounding her, takes off
her gloves, and looks straight ahead, ignoring him.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Well?
The morning sun reflects off the mirrored glass buildings
creating a near-blinding light. Rhonda points to a small
café, fifty yards away.
RHONDA
I am hungry but I've got places to
be, so it can't take long.
Alphonse gives a wry smile.
ALPHONSE
In a hurry to make more money?
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
18 -
The Tempting Offer
INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY - CONTINUOUS
Alphonse and Rhonda sit at a window table and order coffee
and a bagel. Steam rises from the cup as Rhonda wraps her
hands around it for warmth. She sips slowly, checks the time,
then looks at Alphonse.
RHONDA
All right, we're here.
ALPHONSE
I would like you to join a few
others for a weekend retreat.
Expenses are paid, and you'll want
for nothing.
Rhonda offers a thin smile.
RHONDA
I don't want, or need, a retreat.
ALPHONSE
I understand. You must be busy —
pushing penny stocks and running
Ponzi schemes.
Rhonda's head snaps backward, and she narrows her eyes.
RHONDA
I have nothing to do with Ponzi
schemes.
Alphonse chuckles.
ALPHONSE
All right. For the sake of
argument, let's assume you have
nothing to do with Ponzi schemes.
RHONDA
Why me?
ALPHONSE
You will be told everything once we
arrive.
RHONDA
And this is nothing illegal?
ALPHONSE
Would it make a difference?
RHONDA
I don't like evasive answers, and I
want a guarantee.
ALPHONSE
Life has no guarantees; besides who
else pays you to take a vacation?
RHONDA
How do I know you'll keep your word
about getting paid?
ALPHONSE
You will be paid $1 million — $250k
when you arrive at the airstrip and
the rest upon returning.
Rhonda takes a big gulp of her coffee while Alphonse glances
at his watch, then stares at her.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Business can wait; this can't.
Rhonda looks over the rim of the cup as she finishes her
coffee, then she leans back and puts on her gloves.
RHONDA
And you're sure this isn't illegal?
ALPHONSE
No more so than a Ponzi scheme.
RHONDA
(hesitant)
All right. Count me in.
Alphonse jots down an address on the back of a napkin.
ALPHONSE
Be there by six on Friday.
Alphonse stands, lays a fifty-dollar bill on the table, and
then exits, walking casually down the street.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
19 -
A Proposition on Wall Street
EXT. WALL STREET - DAY
Alphonse walks up to HARRIS MCKENNA (40, Black, smiles
frequently but deceptive), meticulously dressed and carrying
a briefcase. He's standing outside a bank, checking the time
flashing on a billboard.
Alphonse steps beside him, flashes a disarming smile, and
extends his hand.
ALPHONSE
Alphonse Falcone. Would you care to
join me for a cup of coffee?
(a beat)
I have a proposition I believe
you'll find of interest.
Harris looks around.
HARRIS
I'm waiting for the bank to open.
ALPHONSE
The bank doesn't open for twenty
minutes. We should be finished long
before then.
Harris looks at him skeptically.
HARRIS
Define “proposition.”
ALPHONSE
I would like you to join a few
others for a weekend retreat.
Expenses are paid, and you'll want
for nothing.
Harris laughs.
HARRIS
And what the hell do I have to do
to earn this getaway vacation?
ALPHONSE
Does it matter? From what I
understand, you’ve done your fair
share of criminal activities.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
20 -
The Cost of Denial
INT. OFFICE BUILDING - HALLWAY - DAY - FLASHBACK
Harris stands outside a hospital administrator's office door.
His posture is threatening.
HARRIS
Look, we both know your hospital
can't afford to lose our contract.
You'll deny these claims if you
know what's good for you.
ADMINISTRATOR
But she needs the surgery.
HARRIS
And we can’t afford to pay for it.
FLASHBACK CONTINUOUS: HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
A FATHER holds his dying DAUGHTER's hand. A DOCTOR enters
with papers.
DOCTOR
I'm sorry. Your insurance won't
cover the procedure.
BACK TO PRESENT
Harris checks the time again, then nods to Alphonse.
HARRIS
I’ll listen. Where?
Alphonse points to a small café.
Genres:
["Crime","Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
21 -
The Million Dollar Proposal
INT. RESTAURANT - DAY
Alphonse and Harris sit at a corner table.
ALPHONSE
I have need of your specific
skills. Your knowledge of the
healthcare system could be useful
on my island.
HARRIS
What's the catch?
ALPHONSE
One million dollars. No catch.
HARRIS
(skeptical)
People don't just give away a
million dollars.
ALPHONSE
I'm not “people.” I'm someone who
values specific expertise.
HARRIS
And what exactly would I be doing?
ALPHONSE
Making judgments. Using your
discernment.
HARRIS
(considering)
When?
Alphonse writes an address on a napkin.
ALPHONSE
Friday at six. Private airfield.
Several others will be joining us.
Harris studies Alphonse for a long moment.
HARRIS
I'll be there.
Genres:
["Thriller","Crime","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
22 -
Turbulence of Trust
INT. PRIVATE JET - NIGHT
Six passengers board the jet, impressed by what greets them:
plush leather seats on each side of a wide aisle, full
spacious bathroom, wood paneling, mood lighting, large
windows, and a fully equipped kitchen.
As they walk down the aisle, they pass a conference room. At
the end sits a private bedroom suite.
The passengers take their seats. Alphonse emerges from the
bedroom, perfectly dressed — a picture of confidence.
ALPHONSE
Welcome aboard. Before we begin,
enter your routing number, and I'll
send the initial deposit.
Alphonse hands each person a tablet and a menu, then returns
to his bedroom.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Just tell the chef your preference.
Once gone, Rhonda reaches across the aisle and introduces
herself to Harris.
RHONDA
Rhonda Crenshaw. You have any idea
what the hell we're doing here?
Harris shakes Rhonda's hand.
HARRIS
Harris McKenna, VP at ULC
HealthCare. I don't know why we're
here, but he offered good money.
Rhonda pushes her long auburn hair behind her ear and twirls
it with her finger. She then looks at Harris and nods.
RHONDA
I've done some crazy things before,
but this seems edgy.
Robert jiggles change in his pocket as he walks down the
aisle. He winks at Rhonda, and taps Harris' arm.
ROBERT
I just talked to Amanda but she
knows nothing. Looks like we're all
in the dark — unless you know what
this is about.
Amanda returns from the bar holding two glasses of wine, and
biting her lip. She gestures toward Harris' seat.
AMANDA
Mind if I sit there; I want to
speak to Rhonda.
Harris stands up and walks up the aisle, Robert behind him.
Rhonda looks over at Amanda.
RHONDA
What do you need?
Amanda leans toward her and whispers.
AMANDA
I didn't want anything. That guy
just gives me the creeps.
Rhonda's eyes open wide.
RHONDA
I got the same vibes.
Sean enters from the bathroom, rubbing his nose suspiciously.
He sits alone, eyeing the others with disdain.
RICK
(approaching Sean)
Congressman Rick Jamison. I believe
we met at the mayor’s fundraiser?
SEAN
(dismissive)
Did we? I meet a lot of
politicians.
Rick's smile tightens, but he maintains his composure.
RICK
Well, it's good to have another
familiar face here. Do you know
what this is about?
SEAN
Something worth a million dollars,
apparently.
Sean takes a drink from a flight attendant's tray.
SEAN (CONT’D)
So, Congressman, what did the
gentleman have on you? Must be
something juicy to get you here.
RICK
(stiffly)
I'm here for the opportunity, just
like everyone else.
SEAN
(smirking)
Sure you are.
(MORE)
SEAN (CONT’D)
We're all here because we're such
upstanding citizens.
Rick moves away, visibly annoyed. Sean chuckles to himself
and pours another drink.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
23 -
Descending into Luxury
INT. PRIVATE JET - DAY - CONTINUOUS - NINE HOURS LATER
The sun peeks through a window with an open shutter, a
shocking wake-up call. Harris swallows hard, trying to clear
the pressure building in his ears.
Rhonda checks her phone while Robert sips champagne and
smokes a cigarette.
Amanda brushes her hand in the air.
AMANDA
Put that damn thing out, please.
The PILOT (50, enunciates clearly) makes an announcement. His
deep voice crackles over the intercom.
PILOT (O.S.)
Ladies and gentlemen, we are
beginning our descent to Falcone
Island. Please buckle up.
RICK
Falcone Island? He owns an entire
island?
SEAN
(impressed despite
himself)
That's serious money.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
24 -
Arrival at the Island Mansion
EXT. FALCONE ISLAND - DAY
The jet touches down on a small airstrip carved into a lush
tropical landscape. As the passengers disembark, Rhonda takes
a deep breath and admires the surroundings. Robert removes
his jacket and drapes it over his shoulder.
He looks around the island, crystal clear beaches with white
sand, lush foliage, and near perfect weather.
ROBERT
Don't tell Alphonse, but I'd have
come here for nothing.
AMANDA
It is a bit nicer than what we
left.
Alphonse climbs into a sleek black limo which waits nearby
and the others join him.
The limo moves along an ocean-front road continually climbing
higher. The roaring of the waves are heard as they crash
against jagged rocks far below.
At the first intersection, the DRIVER (40s, doesn't talk
much) turns up a steep incline until he reaches a three-story
mansion atop a plateau.
He parks under a large overhang, steps out of the limo, and
shows everyone into the house.
INT. MANSION - DAY
They enter a massive foyer with marble floors, wood-paneled
walls, and spiral staircases on each side. The silence is
deafening as everyone looks around, gawking.
AMANDA
If we're being held hostage, I
could think of a worse place.
Frederick, disguised as a butler, steps into the foyer and
greets them.
FREDERICK
If you will follow me, please? Mr.
Falcone will join us shortly.
RICK
(quiet, to Sean)
Something feels off about this
whole setup.
SEAN
(dismissive)
I wouldn’t worry. It's just a rich
guy with too much time and money.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
25 -
The Weight of Judgment
INT. LIBRARY - DAY - CONTINUOUS
The group enters a lavish library with floor-to-ceiling
shelves of leather-bound books. Alphonse sits in a high-back
leather chair and gestures for them to sit.
ALPHONSE
Before we begin, please surrender
cell phones and/or tablets. They
will be returned when you leave.
Robert shakes his head.
ROBERT
I don't give my phone to anyone.
ALPHONSE
They will be returned, Mr. Calhoun.
I just cannot allow outside
communications.
The rest of the group hands over their phones, but Robert
refuses to surrender his. Alphonse moves in front of Robert.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Turn over the phone, or go home
with no further payment. And, I
will revoke what you’ve already
received. Mr. Samuels, the officer
of your banking institution, is a
dear friend. I feel certain he will
accommodate me.
Robert reluctantly hands his phone to Frederick, while
glaring at Alphonse. Frederick then gets them drinks.
Alphonse paces, drink in hand.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
I'm sure you're wondering why I
asked you here.
AMANDA
I need to be back by Sunday night.
ALPHONSE
Do your job and, you will be.
Robert takes a long sip of his coffee and sets the cup on the
table, letting it hit hard.
ROBERT
And what the hell is our job?
ALPHONSE
You are here as jurors, and you —
HARRIS
Jurors?
ALPHONSE
Let me finish, Harris.
(a beat)
You will decide the fate of a man
who has done unspeakable crimes,
but the justice system has set him
free. If, after hearing the
evidence, you are inclined to set
him free, so be it. If not, he'll
be sentenced to death.
AMANDA
Are you crazy? I won't be
responsible for a man's death.
ALPHONSE
If you think he's innocent — vote
“not guilty.” But the vote must be
unanimous. Six “not guilty” votes,
or six “guilty” votes.
AMANDA
And if we don't agree?
ALPHONSE
No one leaves the island until we
get a unanimous verdict.
Robert paces, jiggling his change as he evaluates the others.
Amanda stares suspiciously as she chews on her nails.
Harris arranges the bills in his money clip, making them all
face one way, and Rhonda sits still and hums continuously.
ROBERT
For Christ's sake, stop the
humming. It's driving me crazy.
SEAN
You're all overreacting. It's just
a game, right?
(to Alphonse)
A team-building exercise or
something?
Alphonse's expression remains unreadable.
ALPHONSE
Is justice a game, Mr. Williams?
SEAN
(uncomfortable)
Well, no, but —
RICK
(diplomatic)
I think what my colleague is trying
to say is that this seems a little
unconventional.
SEAN
That's putting it mildly. This is
certifiable. A mock trial at a
tropical resort? Fine. But
sentencing someone to death?
ROBERT
(to Alphonse)
You're not serious about the death
part, right? That's just for
dramatic effect?
Alphonse remains stone-faced.
ALPHONSE
Mr. Calhoun, I do not engage in
hyperbole. Whatever verdict you
reach will be carried out.
A tense silence falls over the room.
Alphonse rings a bell that sits on a table next to him.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Let's freshen up. We'll reconvene
in one hour?
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
26 -
Trapped in Uncertainty
INT. GUEST BEDROOM - DAY
Rhonda paces in her room. She tries the window - locked. She
examines the phone - no dial tone. She sits on the bed and
holds her head in her hands.
RHONDA
(to herself)
What the hell have I gotten myself
into?
She searches the room methodically, checking for cameras or
microphones, finding nothing obvious.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY
Sean tries a door that leads outside - locked. He walks to
another guest room and knocks.
INT. ROBERT'S ROOM - DAY
Sean opens the door to find Robert, lying on the bed smoking.
His ashtray is overflowing.
SEAN
You believe this shit?
ROBERT
I don't know what to believe. But
the money's real.
SEAN
You think he's serious? About ...
you know.
ROBERT
(shrugs)
I've done worse for less. I’m sure
you have too.
SEAN
That's cold, man. Even for Wall
Street.
ROBERT
Look, either this is some elaborate
game, or it's not. If it's a game,
we play along, get paid, and go
home. If it's not ...
SEAN
If it's not?
ROBERT
Then we're already accessories.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
27 -
Eyes in the Shadows
INT. HARRIS'S ROOM - DAY
Harris examines his room methodically, testing the windows
and checking for escape routes. He finds a hidden camera
behind an air vent and stares directly into it.
HARRIS
(to the camera)
I hope you're having fun, Falcone.
He removes the camera then continues his search, but finds
nothing else.
INT. SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY
A high-tech room filled with monitors. Alphonse and Frederick
look on as TECHNICIANS fine-tune equipment.
TECHNICIAN
The system can monitor every room
in the mansion, the grounds, and
the beach. Nothing will escape our
notice.
ALPHONSE
And the recording capability?
TECHNICIAN
Everything is archived
automatically. You'll have complete
records of all proceedings.
Frederick watches multiple monitors showing all the guests in
their rooms. He notices Harris has discovered a camera.
FREDERICK
Mr. Falcone, Dr. McKenna has found
one of the cameras.
Alphonse, reviewing files, doesn't look up.
ALPHONSE
It doesn't matter now.
FREDERICK
Shall I show you the judgment room
now, sir?
Alphonse nods, and they exit.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
28 -
Moral Dilemmas in the Judgment Room
INT. JUDGMENT ROOM - CONTINUOUS
A stark, imposing chamber with a long table and high-backed
chairs. On one wall, an elaborate gallows mechanism is being
installed.
FREDERICK
The engineers assure me it's
humane. Death is instantaneous.
ALPHONSE
And the prison facilities?
FREDERICK
Nearly complete. Twenty cells,
minimal amenities, but comfortable
enough for long-term confinement.
ALPHONSE
Good. Some deserve worse than
death.
FREDERICK
Sir, if I may ... are you certain
about this course of action?
ALPHONSE
You asked that before. Do you
disapprove, Frederick?
FREDERICK
It's not my place to approve or
disapprove, sir. I merely want to
ensure you've considered all
implications.
ALPHONSE
I've considered nothing else for
months.
Frederick nods, accepting this.
FREDERICK
Then when do we begin?
ALPHONSE
As soon as our first jury is
selected.
INT. AMANDA'S ROOM - DAY
Amanda sits in a chair, staring out the window at the ocean.
She appears calmer than the others, contemplative.
AMANDA
(to herself)
A million dollars to judge someone
... is that my price?
(a beat)
I guess it depends on what he — or
she, did. I wouldn’t question this
if it were a real jury.
INT. RICK'S ROOM - DAY
Rick is on the floor doing push-ups, his suit jacket hung
neatly on a chair. He's sweating profusely, more from stress
than exertion.
RICK
(to himself, while
exercising)
Sixty-seven ... sixty-eight ... I
can get out of this ... sixty-nine
... I always do ... seventy.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
29 -
Judgment in the Shadows
INT. LIBRARY - ONE HOUR LATER
Chairs are arranged in a semi-circle, and name tags hang on
the back of them. Alphonse sits on a large cushioned sofa,
pulls out a pipe, and lights it.
Frederick brings him a brandy and fresh tobacco.
ALPHONSE
(to the jurors)
While you are here, following
instructions is paramount.
The jurors exchange glances. A few narrow their eyes.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
You have been chosen as jurors of a
master criminal. Your decisions
will shape the future, not only for
him, but others as well.
AMANDA
(to herself)
What the hell have I gotten into?
With brows furrowed and mouths slightly agape, the jurors
shift uncomfortably in their seats, hands gripping the edges
of their armrests.
Rhonda nervously taps a pen against the table, while Harris
wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead, and Amanda chews her
nails.
The room is silent, save for the soft rustle of clothing and
the occasional sharp intake of breath, as if everyone is
holding back a collective exhale.
Harris leans close to Robert and whispers.
HARRIS
I don't like this.
Alphonse watches closely, his expression unreadable.
ALPHONSE
The man on trial is accused of
molesting an eight-year-old girl.
In addition, he beat to death a
young man who witnessed his crime.
(a beat)
Read the transcript of the trial
and decide on his guilt or
innocence. You may ask him
questions, but please choose them
wisely as you may only ask a few.
The jurors look at each other in disbelief. Alphonse remains
impassive, awaiting their reactions with an unnerving smile.
ROBERT
What the hell? No way. Not me.
Alphonse gives a dismissive laugh.
ALPHONSE
Mr. Calhoun, surely you're not
telling me your manipulation of
insurance rates has not affected
people's lives?
ROBERT
I didn't —
Alphonse lowers his tone, and leans forward.
ALPHONSE
I have the data, Mr. Calhoun.
The atmosphere grows charged as the reality of the situation
sinks in. Frederick pours more wine into their glasses, to
ease the tension.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Please, try to relax. This will be
an enlightening, and possibly
rewarding, experience.
RICK
(softly, to Amanda)
Is this even legal?
AMANDA
(whispering back)
Does it matter at this point?
Amanda waits for the right moment, then addresses Alphonse.
AMANDA (CONT’D)
Why us? And why here?
ROBERT
And where the hell are we?
ALPHONSE
You are on my island, and you have
been selected for your unique
perspectives. Each of you have
committed crimes and have gotten
away with them — so far.
Robert sits up straight and lights a cigarette. Then he leans
back and blows a cloud of smoke into the air.
ROBERT
The others might be criminals, but
I haven't done a damn thing.
ALPHONSE
Really? What about how you
manipulate statistics so that you
can justify charging customers more
money? Or how you denied the
Thompsons' claim after their house
burned down? Their daughter died in
that fire, Mr. Calhoun.
Robert pales visibly.
ROBERT
What if we refuse?
ALPHONSE
Refusal is not an option — unless
you want specifics of what you do
to appear in all the papers, and
spread all over social media.
RHONDA
You said the man already received
his trial. Why —
Alphonse shifts in his seat and rests his arm on the edge of
the sofa. He pulls a pipe from the jacket and lights it.
ALPHONSE
Let's put an end to this now. All
of you have done things that could,
and should, land you in prison.
(a beat)
Rhonda, you've run Ponzi schemes
and pushed worthless stocks to make
money, among other crimes.
(to Harris)
Harris, you've denied legitimate
medical claims that resulted in
deaths.
(to Amanda)
Amanda, your company's cutting
corners resulted in faulty parts
that killed twelve people in a
crash last year. And that’s not
even mentioning your safaris where
you conduct big-game hunts.
(to Rick)
Rick, your backroom deals with
pharmaceutical companies raised
drug prices and left thousands
without medication.
(to Sean)
And Sean, your stock manipulations
have ruined countless lives.
Sean laughs nervously.
SEAN
This is absurd. You can't prove any
of this.
ALPHONSE
Can't I?
Alphonse signals Frederick, who activates a projector. On the
wall appears video of Sean in his office, instructing traders
to dump stocks before negative news breaks.
SEAN (ON VIDEO)
Move everything before the FDA
announcement. I don't care who gets
hurt.
Sean's face drains of color as Alphonse continues.
ALPHONSE
I have similar evidence against
each of you.
(a beat)
Do your job right, and your
activities won't be made public.
RICK
This is blackmail, pure and simple.
ALPHONSE
You would know about that, wouldn't
you, Congressman? Your specialty is
extorting pharmaceutical companies
into making "campaign
contributions" in exchange for
blocking generic drug legislation.
Alphonse gestures toward an ornate door at the far end of the
room. He stands and heads toward it.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Follow me and we will begin.
The jurors follow, brows furrowed and eyes wide open. They
whisper among themselves as they walk down the intricately
decorated hallway, the walls adorned with unsettling
paintings depicting scenes of judgment and punishment
throughout history.
Rhonda leans forward and taps Harris' arm.
RHONDA
Look at these: The Last Judgment by
Michelangelo, Dante and Virgil in
Hell, by Gustave Doré, and The
Garden of Earthly Delights, by
Hieronymus Bosch.
HARRIS
I don’t know what the hell they
are.
RHONDA
They’re all about judgement, and
punishment.
AMANDA
What have we gotten involved with?
Harris looks side to side and shakes his head.
HARRIS
I don't like it.
Rick moves up next to Harris.
RICK
(whispers to Robert)
We need to stick together here.
Find a way out.
ROBERT
(bitter laugh)
Good luck with that, Congressman.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
30 -
Judgment in the Dark
INT. JUDGEMENT ROOM - DAY - CONTINUOUS
Alphonse leads them into a room that opens to a dimly lit
chamber. A long, rectangular table sits in the center with an
iPad, and folders filled with legal documents, sitting before
each juror's seat. The walls are barren, save for a large
monitor mounted above a fireplace.
Amanda shivers and chews her lip as she and the other jurors
sit and look around cautiously. Alphonse steps in front of
the fireplace and clears his voice loudly.
ALPHONSE
Please be patient. The defendant
will be introduced momentarily.
ROBERT
What the hell!
Alphonse steps back and faces the monitor, then he presses
the remote. The monitor flickers and the image of a JOSH
BRECKLIN (45, head shaved, glasses) appears on the monitor.
He sits at a table, sweat beading on his forehead, his hair
mussy, and his clothes worn and unwashed.
ALPHONSE
The man you're about to judge will
live or die, depending on you, so
consider your vote carefully.
The screen focuses on the man, casting a cold glow across the
room and revealing the silhouette of Josh cloaked in shadows,
his breathing so labored the jurors can see him struggling.
Rhonda GASPS, and Robert sits up straight, choking on the
smoke from his cigarette. The tension is palpable.
Alphonse puffs on his pipe and continues.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
The prisoner is charged with child
molestation and murder.
Alphonse pauses the monitor and addresses the jurors.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
It is your job to review the
transcript of the original trial.
(MORE)
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
The folders in front of you contain
the details.
(a beat)
I assure you, the process will be
fair and respectful. The folders
contain all the evidence you need.
Alphonse clicks the monitor on, and heads toward the exit. He
grabs the door handle, but turns to face the jurors.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
I forgot to mention that all votes
will be confidential and should be
entered into the tablet sitting on
the table before you.
(a beat)
Discussion of the case is now
permitted; in fact, discussion is
encouraged.
Alphonse turn off the monitor, exits, and leaves the jurors
to themselves.
The jurors study the data in the folders, then argue about
evidence among themselves.
RHONDA
(hesitant)
I’ve never served on a jury, but I
have a few questions.
(a beat)
Is DNA evidence considered
strongly? I mean, is it
irrefutable?
ROBERT
Hell, yes. If somebody’s DNA is
found at the scene — unless there’s
a reason for it to be there — then
the guy’s guilty. Plain and simple.
SEAN
I don’t know about that, Calhoun.
I’ve seen —
ROBERT
Bullshit. If a person’s DNA is at
the scene, somebody needs a damn
good explanation for why it’s
there.
RICK
How about lineups? The kid
supposedly picked him out of a
lineup? How solid are they?
AMANDA
No more than any witness ID, and
they are proved wrong all the time.
The last I heard, they are wrong
30% to 50% of the time.
RICK
This is some maniac molesting
someone. The kid’s not going to
forget that, or identify the wrong
man.
RHONDA
An eyewitness ID is the same no
matter the crime.
Rick brushes his hand in the air, dismissing Rhonda’s claim.
AMANDA
All right, I think we need to move
on. If you have your questions
ready, then let’s pose them to the
defendant.
They press a button, bringing Frederick back into the room.
RHONDA
We’re ready.
Frederick pushes a button and Josh re-appears on the monitor,
looking worse than he did before.
Amanda, though hesitant, speaks first.
AMANDA
(to Josh)
Your DNA was found under her nails,
and in her vagina. Explain that.
How is that possible if you didn’t
molest her?
DEFENDANT
Someone must have planted it.
That’s the only explanation I have.
It had to be.
ROBERT
What about the witness? He also had
your DNA under his nails.
DEFENDANT
I'm telling you, I did nothing.
ROBERT
But you didn’t answer the question.
That, by itself, gives me pause.
(a beat)
I’ll ask again. How did your DNA
get under the boy’s nails? And
don’t tell me it was planted. That
story is getting old.
MONTAGE: THE QUESTIONS CONTINUE
- Rhonda jabs a pen onto the paper in front of her.
RHONDA
Explain — or try to — why anyone's
DNA would be found on a molested
child's body, let alone inside her
body. That’s utterly disgusting.
- Harris glares at Josh's image on the monitor.
HARRIS
And how did the witness — who
wasn't familiar with you previously
— pick you out of a lineup? He
didn’t even hesitate. According to
the report, he picked you out
within seconds.
- Robert pauses while Josh drinks a glass of water.
ROBERT
I give everyone the benefit of the
doubt, Mr. Brecklin, but you aren't
helping. Give us something to go
on. Anything.
- Amanda shakes her head, indicating she has no questions.
- Rick leans forward, voice dripping with contempt.
RICK
Why should we believe anything you
say when the evidence is so
damning? Do you have an answer for
anything?
- Sean examines his fingernails, clearly bored.
SEAN
Let's just vote. This is taking too
long.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
31 -
The Verdict of Shadows
INT. JUDGEMENT ROOM - HOURS LATER
The jurors are getting restless. Robert paces back and forth,
while Sean drums his fingers on the table.
RICK
(confronting Josh on the
monitor)
The medical examiner testified that
the injuries on the girl were
consistent with sexual assault by
an adult male. They found your skin
cells inside her. How do you
explain that? DNA evidence is
irrefutable.
Rhonda leans toward Rick.
RHONDA
(whispers)
It’s not irrefutable, Rick. It can
be contaminated, mistakes can
happen at the lab —
RICK
Bull, it’s irrefutable, especially
when combined with an eyewitness.
JOSH
(desperate)
I was framed! I have enemies.
People who want to see me go down.
AMANDA
You expect us to believe that
someone planted your DNA inside an
eight-year-old girl?
JOSH
I don't know how it happened! I
just know I didn't do it!
HARRIS
The witness, Michael Denton,
identified you specifically. He
said he saw you with the girl
minutes before she was assaulted.
(MORE)
HARRIS (CONT’D)
Then you attacked him when he
picked you out of a lineup. And not
just attacked — you killed him.
JOSH
He's lying! I never saw him before
in my life!
SEAN
(rolling his eyes)
Of course he's lying. Everyone's
lying except you, right?
RHONDA
If you didn't kill Michael Denton,
why did they find his blood in your
car?
JOSH
I don't know! Someone must have
planted it there!
ROBERT
So someone planted your DNA in the
girl, planted the witness's blood
in your car, and planted your DNA
under his nails.
(a beat)
Oh, and they convinced a complete
stranger to identify you in a
lineup, the person you later
killed. That's quite a conspiracy.
JOSH
(breaking down)
Please, you have to believe me. I
didn't do this.
Rhonda stretches and yawns.
RHONDA
It's been hours. I say we call it
quits and vote.
Robert tilts his head back and nods.
ROBERT
He's guilty as sin.
AMANDA
Votes are supposedly confidential.
ROBERT
If I'm voting on a man's life, I'm
going to need more coffee. How the
hell do we get that?
Harris sighs and shakes his head.
HARRIS
Great, a caffeine-addicted juror.
ROBERT
I didn't hear you get any gold
stars from the man, so shut up.
RICK
Can we please focus on the matter
at hand?
Harris presses a button, and Frederick pokes his head inside.
FREDERICK
How may I help?
ROBERT
I want a coffee — black, and piping
hot. Make sure it's piping hot.
A loud CLICK is heard as Frederick closes the door.
ROBERT (CONT’D)
This is creepy as shit. I can't
wait to get out of here.
AMANDA
We can leave after we vote.
Amanda, Robert, Harris, and the others enter their votes on
the iPad.
HARRIS
It doesn't matter how we vote as
long as the vote is unanimous.
RHONDA
Don't try to influence the vote. We
can decide on our own.
SEAN
(smirking)
Let's get this over with. I've got
a date with a scotch by the pool.
The jurors lean over their tablets and enter their votes.
Once done, they press the button to call Frederick, who
enters almost instantaneously.
FREDERICK
Alphonse will be here momentarily.
Alphonse steps in, smiling, his demeanor confident as always.
Frederick gathers the tablets and counts the votes. He
signals Alphonse when he's done.
FREDERICK (CONT’D)
A unanimous decision, sir — guilty.
Alphonse smiles maliciously.
ALPHONSE
You've done an excellent job, but
before we celebrate, let's conclude
our business.
Harris scowls.
HARRIS
An excellent job? Celebrate? What
kind of lunatic are you? We just
condemned a man to death.
Robert gulps the last of his wine, and sneers at Harris.
ROBERT
You're right, McKenna - you
condemned a man to death. You voted
guilty, didn't you?
HARRIS
Yes, but —
Alphonse raps his knuckles on the table.
ALPHONSE
Let's conclude this before dinner.
The monitor's screen flashes on and shows Josh standing on a
gallows with a thick rope around his neck.
Rhonda GASPS, as does Harris.
Robert pulls another cigarette from his pack, then realizes
he's already smoking one.
ROBERT
I didn't expect to watch him die.
JOSH BRECKLIN
(begging)
I didn't do it. I swear.
Before anyone says another word, the trap door opens, and
Josh falls, the rope snapping his neck. His feet dangle, and
as his body succumbs to oxygen deprivation, spasms occur in
his legs and arms, and he foams at the mouth.
Rhonda covers her eyes with her hands and turns her head.
RHONDA
Oh, my God! Oh, my God.
SEAN
(pale but trying to
appear unfazed)
Christ, they really did it.
RICK
(swallowing hard)
I've seen a lot in politics, but
this ...
Alphonse turns off the monitor.
ALPHONSE
Disgusting or not, you found him
guilty. Dinner will be served
momentarily.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
32 -
The Weight of Verdicts
INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
Alphonse leads them to the dining room. A large table is set
with exquisite china and the finest crystal. Six stiff-backed
chairs surround the table.
The CLINKING of fine silverware, and the soft murmurs of
Frederick and his STAFF fill the room. Each juror's preferred
drink sits on the table in front of their seats.
Alphonse stands, addressing the jurors with authority.
ALPHONSE
Do as you like for the rest of the
evening. Breakfast will be at six.
ROBERT checks the door only to find it locked. Frustrated, he
returns to his seat.
ROBERT
It seems like we're stuck. I just
want to get my money and go home.
The conversation shifts, tension hanging in the air.
HARRIS
Is money all you think about?
AMANDA
(solemnly)
We sent a man to his death. Let's
think about that. It's one thing to
con someone, but this ...
Rhonda hangs her head, wrestling with her emotions.
RHONDA
I already regret voting. I should —
ROBERT
Should have voted “not guilty”? Do
you really think he was not guilty?
RHONDA
Not necessarily, but —
ROBERT
Then you voted correctly.
SEAN
(pouring another drink)
Look, we did what we came here to
do. Now we get paid. End of story.
RICK
(unconvinced)
Is it really that simple for you?
SEAN
In my line of work? Yes. Decisions
have consequences. Sometimes people
get hurt.
RICK
This was more than "getting hurt."
We just watched a man die.
SEAN
And we got paid well for it.
Sometimes you have to
compartmentalize.
AMANDA
How can you be so callous? We
literally just watched a man die
because of our decision.
SEAN
(defensive)
Don't act so innocent. You cut
corners on safety testing that
killed a dozen people.
AMANDA
(angry)
That was different! I never
directly —
SEAN
(interrupting)
Directly, indirectly ... dead is
dead. At least this guy got a
trial. Your victims never had that
chance.
HARRIS
(disgusted)
You're all monsters.
ROBERT
Says the man who denies life-saving
treatments to children.
HARRIS
(standing)
That's business! This was murder!
RICK
(intervening)
Everyone calm down. Pointing
fingers won't change what happened.
RHONDA
He's right. We all made our choice.
ROBERT
A choice we were forced into!
AMANDA
Were we? We could have voted not
guilty.
SEAN
And stayed here indefinitely? No
thanks.
RICK
The real question is: what happens
now?
Rhonda blows her nose and wipes her eyes, feeling the weight
of their decision. She hums an old 60s song, then stops.
RHONDA
I'm going to bed. Alphonse said
they'd wake us early.
The jurors push back the chairs from the dining table, their
movements slow and deliberate. Conversations dwindle to
silence as they exit the dining room, and their footsteps
echo softly as they ascend the creaking staircase.
One by one, they disappear down the dimly lit hallway and
into their rooms.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
33 -
Desperate Measures
INT. SEAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Sean paces, agitated. He tries his window - sealed tight. He
pulls out a small tool from his wallet and begins working on
the lock. After several minutes of futile effort, he throws
the tool across the room in frustration.
He examines the walls, looking for hidden cameras. Finding
none immediately visible, he sits on the bed and starts
formulating a plan.
INT. RICK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Rick sits on the edge of his bed, head in hands. He answers a
KNOCK at the door, and opens it to find Robert.
ROBERT
You were a prosecutor once, right?
RICK
(wary)
Yeah. Why?
ROBERT
Did we just commit murder?
Rick's expression darkens.
RICK
Technically? Probably.
ROBERT
Jesus Christ.
RICK
But who's going to prosecute us?
We're on a private island with a
madman.
ROBERT
We need to get the hell out of
here.
RICK
Working on it. Meet me outside your
room at 2 AM.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
34 -
Haunted Reflections
INT. AMANDA'S ROOM - NIGHT
Amanda sits cross-legged on her bed, eyes closed, meditating.
A soft KNOCK interrupts her. She opens the door to find
Rhonda.
RHONDA
Can we talk?
Amanda lets her in. Rhonda looks around nervously.
RHONDA (CONT’D)
Do you think there are cameras?
AMANDA
Probably.
Rhonda sits on the edge of the bed.
RHONDA
I can't stop seeing that man's
face. Right before he ...
Amanda nods while squeezing her hands.
AMANDA
Me too.
RHONDA
What do you think happens tomorrow?
AMANDA
(grimly)
I think we get on a plane and go
home. And try to forget.
RHONDA
Can you?
Amanda doesn't answer.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
35 -
Judgment Day Approaches
INT. HARRIS'S ROOM - NIGHT
Harris examines the ceiling vent he found earlier. He
whispers toward it.
HARRIS
I know you're watching, Falcone.
Whatever you're planning, I won't
play along.
INT. SURVEILLANCE ROOM - NIGHT
Frederick is watching the monitors when Alphonse enters.
FREDERICK
The congressman and Mr. Calhoun are
planning something. They are
meeting at 2 AM.
ALPHONSE
Let them try.
FREDERICK
And Dr. McKenna knows about the
cameras.
ALPHONSE
I mentioned before; it doesn't
matter. None of it matters now.
FREDERICK
Is everything prepared for
tomorrow?
ALPHONSE
Yes. Their judgment day arrives.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
36 -
Midnight Confrontation
EXT. MANSION HALLWAY - 2 AM
Rick emerges from his room in dark clothing. Robert joins him
moments later. They creep down the hallway, testing doors and
windows.
ROBERT
(whispering)
Everything's locked.
RICK
There must be a way out.
They find a service stairwell and descend.
INT. MANSION KITCHEN - NIGHT
Rick and Robert enter the darkened kitchen. Robert tries the
back door - locked. Rick examines a knife block, takes a
large chef's knife.
RICK
This might come in handy.
A light suddenly comes on. Frederick stands in the doorway.
FREDERICK
Gentlemen. Late-night snack?
RICK
(hiding the knife behind
his back)
Couldn't sleep.
FREDERICK
I can prepare something if you'd
like.
ROBERT
No thanks. We're just —
FREDERICK
Looking for a way out? I assure
you, there isn't one. The island is
quite secure.
RICK
We're not prisoners.
FREDERICK
Of course not. You're guests.
Guests who would be wise to return
to their rooms.
Frederick's hand moves slightly, revealing a taser.
RICK
(backing down)
We were just leaving.
FREDERICK
Excellent. Breakfast at six,
gentlemen.
INT. JURORS' BEDROOMS - NEXT MORNING
Frederick goes to each juror's door and knocks gently.
FREDERICK
Breakfast is ready. Rise and shine.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
37 -
Breakfast of Betrayal
INT. KITCHEN - DAY - CONTINUOUS
The jurors take seats at the table and eagerly sip their
beverage while waiting for breakfast.
ROBERT
(to Frederick)
How many times do I have to tell
you? I want my coffee piping hot.
This is lukewarm, at best.
FREDERICK
I'll get a new cup right away, sir.
HARRIS
When are we leaving?
Rhonda twirls her hair and stares at the other jurors.
AMANDA
Suppose he had a family?
ROBERT
He should have thought of them
before he raped the girl, or killed
the kid. He got what was coming.
RICK
(to Sean, quietly)
Last night was a bust. Every exit
locked.
SEAN
(dismissive)
I could have told you that.
Alphonse stands at the head of the table, his voice
resonating through the room.
ALPHONSE
We aren't quite finished.
Robert throws his napkin on the table and stands.
ROBERT
What the hell do you mean — not
finished? You said all we had to do
was judge that criminal.
ALPHONSE
I said that you were chosen to
judge a criminal. I did not say
that was all you had to do.
Frederick returns and places a tablet in front of each juror.
The room grows ominously silent, and Alphonse's voice
deepens. It sounds foreboding.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
As I mentioned, each of you has
committed serious crimes. The
folders before you contain evidence
on each juror.
(a beat)
You must decide which of you needs
to die, and which of you will live.
The voting will continue until only
two of you remain. Those two will
be allowed to leave the island.
Stunned silence falls over the room. Then pandemonium breaks
loose.
Robert jumps up and runs to the door. He tries opening it,
but it's locked. He turns and shouts at Alphonse.
ROBERT
You're fucking nuts. I want out of
here now. Right now!
Frederick calmly approaches Robert, pulls out his taser and
gives him a minor jolt. Robert collapses to the floor,
convulsing.
RICK
(standing)
This is kidnapping! You can't do
this!
SEAN
You're insane, Falcone!
Alphonse gestures to Frederick, who picks Robert up, brings
him to the table, and sets him in his chair. The other
jurors, seeing what happened to Robert, reluctantly sit back
down.
ALPHONSE
All are guilty of various crimes:
pump-and-dumps, denying claims on
medical insurance, bilking people
on auto insurance, faking clinical
trials, and more.
ROBERT
(still dazed, and
slurring)
This is bullshit!
ALPHONSE
Not to worry, Mr. Calhoun. If you
are one of the two remaining when
the voting is complete, you will be
safely escorted off the island.
Harris pushes his drink to the side.
HARRIS
This is goddamn crazy. I'm not
doing it. No way.
ALPHONSE
You will all vote, and if you elect
not to participate, you will be
considered guilty.
Alphonse checks the time.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
You have four hours to arrive at a
verdict. The folders in front of
you contain the evidence required.
You each get to cast two votes.
Anyone who gets three votes cast
against them is guilty.
SEAN
(standing abruptly)
No way. I'm out of here.
Sean bolts for the door, shoving Frederick aside. He races
down the hallway.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
38 -
Desperate Escape
EXT. MANSION - DAY
Sean bursts through a service exit, breathing hard. He looks
around wildly, then sprints towards the dense jungle
surrounding the property.
SEAN
(to himself)
I’m out of here, asshole.
As he nears the jungle, he notices a tall fence surrounding
the jungle. Sean struggles to climb it, then drops to the
ground.
EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
Sean crashes through undergrowth, branches whipping his face.
He leaps over a small creek, then continues through thick
foliage.
He stops suddenly when a GROWL echoes nearby.
Through the foliage, he spots a JAGUAR lounging on a low
branch. Sean backs away slowly, then changes direction.
As he backtracks, he hears a RUSTLING sound and freezes. A
massive BOA CONSTRICTOR (ten or twelve feet) slides across
the path in front of him. He freezes, then very slowly turns
the other way.
SEAN
(under his breath)
Jesus Christ ...
He edges away, taking yet another direction. His clothes are
torn, his face scratched, and he's breathing heavily.
He pushes through dense vegetation and nearly falls down a
steep embankment. Recovering his balance, he sees a dirt path
below.
SEAN (CONT’D)
(relieved)
Thank God ...
He makes his way down to the path and follows it, moving
swiftly. The path winds through thicker jungle, then suddenly
opens onto a clearing.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
39 -
Trapped on the Island
EXT. ISLAND CLEARING - DAY
Sean stops dead in his tracks. Before him stands a small,
prison-like facility. Guard towers rise from each corner, and
a high fence surrounds the compound.
He approaches cautiously, peering through the fence. Inside,
he sees several MEN in prison garb in a small exercise yard.
One of the men looks up and notices Sean. Their eyes meet
briefly before Sean ducks away.
SEAN
What the hell ...?
He backs away from the fence and hurries down another path,
determined to find the shoreline.
EXT. BEACH - DAY
Sean emerges onto a rocky beach, scanning desperately for
boats. The shoreline is empty except for crashing waves.
Fifty yards offshore, a SHARK FIN cuts through the water,
then another.
A LOUDSPEAKER CRACKLES through the air.
ALPHONSE (O.S.)
Mr. Williams, as you have probably
learned, there is no safety in the
jungle, and there is no way off the
island. Supper will be served at
7:00.
Sean looks around but finds no alternative. He then turns
back toward the mansion, defeated.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
40 -
Urgency Amidst Danger
INT. MANSION - KITCHEN - DAY
Sean returns, clothing torn, face scratched. The other jurors
stare as he enters.
SEAN
(panting)
There's a goddamn jaguar out there.
(a beat)
And a snake big enough to eat me
whole.
ALPHONSE
Yes, several snakes actually. And
the waters are rife with sharks,
the not-so-friendly kind. This
island has many natural security
features.
SEAN
There's also some kind of prison on
the north side. What the hell is
that about?
Alphonse's expression doesn't change.
ALPHONSE
That doesn't concern you. What does
concern you is making your decision
within the next —
(checks watch)
Three hours and forty-two minutes.
SEAN
You're keeping people prisoner
here?
ALPHONSE
As I was saying, you have less than
four hours to make your decision.
Alphonse exits the room, leaving the jurors to their
decisions. After a moment of hesitation, each one grabs a
folder and begins reading.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
41 -
Judgment in the Kitchen
INT. KITCHEN - DAY - CONTINUOUS
As the jurors open their folders, we see detailed evidence of
each person's crimes. They exchange uneasy glances, knowing
their darkest secrets are now exposed to the group.
SEAN
(flipping through pages)
This is insane. He's been watching
all of us.
AMANDA
(reviewing her folder)
There's information in here I
thought no one knew.
RICK
(grimacing)
This goes back years. He's
thorough, I'll give him that.
HARRIS
(closing his folder)
He wants us to choose. To judge
each other. Based on ... what? Who
here is the worst? Who deserves
this sentence?
ROBERT
(sarcastically)
Maybe we should vote for who has
the best hair. That way I'm safe.
SEAN
(glaring)
This isn't funny, Calhoun.
RICK
(taking charge)
We need to approach this
systematically. Let's review each
case and discuss it.
RHONDA
I think that's a mistake. The
minute we start debating who
deserves to die, the more we're
playing his game.
AMANDA
She's right. We should refuse to
participate.
HARRIS
And all be found guilty? No thanks.
ROBERT
So what do you suggest? That we
pick two people to save, and to
hell with the rest?
SEAN
That's exactly what he wants us to
do.
ROBERT
(frustrated)
Well, I'm not going to be one of
them!
RICK
Let's at least review the evidence
before making any decisions.
The group reluctantly agrees. They begin examining each
folder in detail.
RICK (CONT’D)
(reading)
"Rhonda Crenshaw. Investment fraud
targeting senior citizens.
Estimated damages: $4.3 million
over three years."
RHONDA
(defensive)
I never forced anyone to invest.
They made their own decisions.
AMANDA
After you misrepresented the
investments.
RHONDA
You want to talk about
misrepresentation? Your company
falsified safety test results on
automotive parts that killed
people!
AMANDA
(upset)
I never intended for anyone to get
hurt!
RHONDA
How about the animals you killed?
You didn’t intend for them to get
hurt?
HARRIS
None of us intended harm. But
people suffered anyway.
SEAN
Speak for yourself. I knew exactly
what I was doing.
Everyone stares at Sean.
SEAN (CONT’D)
(shrugging)
What? At least I'm honest about it.
That's more than the rest of you.
ROBERT
(to Rick)
And what about you, Congressman?
How many people suffered because
they couldn't afford their
medications after your
"legislation"?
RICK
(coldly)
I was protecting American
pharmaceutical innovation.
ROBERT
(laughing)
Is that what you call taking
bribes?
RICK
(angry)
And you? Your insurance company
denied claims to cancer patients.
Children with leukemia!
ROBERT
Business decisions. Nothing
personal.
HARRIS
(disgusted)
"Nothing personal"? Tell that to
the families of the people who
died.
SEAN
Let's be honest here. We're all
guilty. The only question is who's
worse.
A tense silence falls over the room.
RHONDA
(quietly)
I don't want to die.
AMANDA
None of us do.
Rhonda places her folder on the table and wipes her brow.
FLASHBACK - TWO YEARS AGO
Rhonda is in a courtroom, wringing her hands and tapping her
fingers while being questioned on the stand about perjury.
Sweat beads on her forehead and her voice falters as she
answers.
PROSECUTOR
So you lied under oath to protect
your investment scheme?
RHONDA
I didn't. It wasn't like that ...
PROSECUTOR
You told elderly clients their
investments were guaranteed, didn't
you? Did you tell them they would
make money if they listened to you?
(a beat)
Did you?
RHONDA
(hesitant)
I said they were safe investments
... I never guaranteed they would
make money.
PROSECUTOR
But you said they were “safe”
knowing they weren't?
RHONDA
(looking down)
Yes.
END OF FLASHBACK
Rhonda pushes the folder aside and brings her tablet in front
of her.
RHONDA
I'm through with this. If I'm voted
guilty, so be it.
Robert shrugs and pushes his folder to the side as well.
ROBERT
I'd like to side with you, Rhonda
but I know who I'm voting for.
He then turns to Harris.
ROBERT (CONT’D)
You ready?
FLASHBACK: HARRIS' OFFICE - NIGHT
Harris sits behind an executive desk in a dimly lit office,
piles of files in front of him. He shreds multiple files
stamped: "DENIED."
His ASSISTANT enters.
ASSISTANT
Dr. McKenna, the Wilson family is
appealing again. Their daughter's
treatment —
HARRIS
Deny it. Too experimental. Not
covered.
ASSISTANT
But sir, the treatment is approved
now. And without it —
HARRIS
I said deny it. Our quarterly
numbers can't take another hit.
ASSISTANT
Dr. McKenna, she's only nine years
old.
HARRIS
(coldly)
I'm aware. The decision stands.
END OF FLASHBACK
Harris looks troubled. He stares at his folder, then at the
others.
HARRIS
We're all guilty of something. But
some crimes are worse than others.
SEAN
(sarcastically)
And I suppose your crimes aren't
that bad?
HARRIS
I never said that.
AMANDA
At least Harris is showing remorse.
That's more than I can say for some
of you.
(a beat)
How about you, Sean?
SEAN
(defensive)
What about me?
AMANDA
According to the reports, you stole
millions. I stand corrected - tens
of millions, and most of it from
pensioners. In many cases, wiping
out their life savings.
Sean looks at Amanda and shrugs.
Amanda shoots him a glare.
AMANDA (CONT’D)
How many of them committed suicide
afterward? Do you know?
(a beat)
Do you care?
Sean sneers at her, then leafs through the folder in front of
him. He pulls out a few files with details on Amanda's
alleged crimes.
SEAN
I care about as much as you did
when you rigged the clinical
trials. According the these
numbers, seven people died as a
result of that, and hundreds more
were hospitalized with serious
consequences.
Amanda pouts and turns her head.
Most of the jurors wear grim faces, but Robert is grinning.
ROBERT
What about it, Amanda? And just how
did you rig them? Bribes? Falsify
reports?
(a beat)
Either way, I'm impressed.
Rick watches the exchanges intently, then focuses on Amanda.
RICK
I'm going to propose a bill to
prevent that kind of manipulation.
Robert looks over and sneers.
ROBERT
Really? And how much will it cost
to get around that, Rick?
Robert pulls Rick's file out.
ROBERT (CONT’D)
It says here that you have a record
of selling to the highest bidder,
and it looks like "consequences be
damned."
Robert leans forward and stares at Rick.
ROBERT (CONT’D)
Aren't you already under
investigation for accepting bribes
and taking kickbacks?
Rick's face tightens as his jaw clenches. His eyes narrow and
breathing increases.
RICK
You've got a lot to say for a
murderer.
He looks at each juror.
RICK (CONT’D)
That's right, a murderer. You
systematically denied claims -
justifiable claims - on everything
from fatal and near-fatal car
crashes, to house fires where
children suffered severe third-
degree burns.
(a beat)
Do you want me to read how many
deaths resulted from your actions?
Robert brushes his hand in the air.
ROBERT
Drink another cup of coffee, and
shut up.
The jurors exchange uncomfortable glances, each recognizing
their own moral failings while judging others.
AMANDA
(breaking the silence)
I think we need to vote for the two
people who can do the most good if
they're allowed to live.
SEAN
(scoffing)
What, like a redemption contest?
RHONDA
It's not a bad idea. Who among us
would actually change?
ROBERT
Everyone will claim they'll change
when their life is on the line.
RICK
Maybe the question isn't who would
change, but who has done the most
harm.
SEAN
By that logic, we should all vote
for Harris and Robert. Their
decisions directly killed people.
HARRIS
(angrily)
And your market manipulation
didn't? People lost everything
because of you. How many suicides
resulted from that? How many
couldn't afford medical care
afterward?
SEAN
That's different. I didn't directly
kill anyone, and I —
AMANDA
(interrupting)
That's exactly what I said
yesterday, and you mocked me for
it.
SEAN
(frustrated)
This is insanity. We're arguing
over who deserves to die more!
RICK
Precisely Falcone's point, I
imagine. We're judging each other
just as we judged that man
yesterday.
A heavy silence falls over the group.
RHONDA
I've made my decision.
ROBERT
So have I.
The rest of the jurors nod in agreement, then each one casts
their vote on their tablet. When they finish, they call
Frederick, who gathers the tablets and calls Alphonse.
Alphonse walks in, reads the reports, looks at the voting
records on the tablets, then stands before the jurors.
ALPHONSE
Rhonda and Harris, come with me.
The rest of you go with Frederick.
Robert pushes his chair back and shoves Frederick aside.
ROBERT
Fuck you twice. I'm not going, and
I want off this island.
Alphonse smiles.
ALPHONSE
I admire your zeal, Mr. Calhoun,
but your fate has been decided.
ROBERT
What's that mean?
SEAN
(desperately)
This isn't happening. This can't be
happening.
RICK
(attempting diplomacy)
Surely we can discuss this. I have
connections, resources —
Alphonse smiles grimly, his eyes glinting with menace, then
he turns and walks out.
Rhonda and Harris follow him, looking back at the others with
a mixture of relief and guilt.
FREDERICK
Amanda, Robert, Sean, and Rick, if
you'll follow me, please?
The four exchange terrified glances, then slowly follow
Frederick out of the room.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
42 -
Descent into Despair
INT. CORRIDOR - DAY
Frederick leads the four condemned jurors down a long, dimly
lit corridor.
RICK
(whispering to Amanda)
We need to rush him. Four against
one.
Before Amanda can respond, TWO ARMED GUARDS step out from
alcoves along the corridor, weapons drawn.
FREDERICK
(without turning)
I wouldn't advise that,
Congressman.
They continue walking, the guards following behind.
SEAN
(desperately)
Listen, I have money. Lots of it.
Offshore accounts. I'll pay you
twice what Falcone is.
Frederick doesn't respond.
ROBERT
(to Rick)
Can't you do something? Call in a
favor?
RICK
(defeated)
With what phone? To whom? We're in
the middle of nowhere.
AMANDA
(quietly)
I think this is really happening.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
43 -
Departure and Digital Dilemmas
EXT. MANSION - DAY
Alphonse, Rhonda, and Harris get into the limo and head for
the jet that sits on the airstrip.
Rhonda takes a seat in the back, leans forward, and timidly
poses a question.
RHONDA
Are we going home?
ALPHONSE
If you mean, do you have to watch
them being hanged — you don't.
The driver pulls alongside the jet and opens the doors for
the passengers. As they board, Alphonse gets a call on his
international phone. He steps off the boarding ramp.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
(to pilot)
One minute, please.
FREDERICK
You wanted to speak, sir?
ALPHONSE
I just wanted to make sure you have
a solid digital trail in place?
FREDERICK
All taken care of, sir ...
Frederick clears his throat and stares.
ALPHONSE
What is it?
FREDERICK
I haven’t quite established a trail
for the congressman.
ALPHONSE
It shouldn't be too difficult.
Robert laid the groundwork by
telling everyone Rick was under
investigation for accepting bribes
and kickbacks.
Alphonse lights his pipe, then taps Frederick on the
shoulder.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
You excel at this, Frederick. I
fell confident you will handle it.
Afterward, they board the jet with Alphonse.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
44 -
Descent into Despair
INT. EXECUTION CHAMBER - DAY
Frederick leads the four condemned jurors into a stark room.
Four nooses hang from the ceiling. The jurors' faces drain of
color.
ROBERT
(panicking)
No! This can't be happening!
SEAN
Falcone! FALCONE! You can't do
this!
RICK
(to Frederick)
Listen to me. Whatever he's paying
you, I'll double it.
Frederick looks at him impassively.
FREDERICK
Prepare yourselves.
The guards move forward, taking hold of each juror.
AMANDA
(struggling)
Please! I have a family!
SEAN
(fighting against the
guards)
This is murder! You're all
murderers!
ROBERT
(sobbing)
I don't want to die! Please! I'll
do anything!
RICK
(with surprising dignity)
At least let us say a prayer.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
45 -
Turbulence of Morality
INT. PRIVATE JET - DAY
Alphonse sits near the middle of the jet, Rhonda and Harris
across from him. As the jet takes off, Alphonse faces them.
ALPHONSE
The two of you have been fortunate
enough to survive, however, you may
be chosen to participate again,
which means your fate remains in
question. And if there is a next
time, you will have no option.
(a beat)
It will depend on how much you
change your ways.
Alphonse's smile widens just enough to send an involuntary
shiver down the jurors' spines.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
If you are selected again, your
folder will contain a notation
indicating that it is your second
time, which will surely affect the
voting. I highly recommend you
clean up your acts.
HARRIS
This is blackmail.
ALPHONSE
No, Dr. McKenna. This is justice.
RHONDA
What happens to the others?
Alphonse merely stares at her, saying nothing.
HARRIS
(quietly)
You killed them, didn't you?
ALPHONSE
Their fate was decided by a jury of
their peers. Just like Josh
Brecklin's was.
Rhonda and Harris try to sleep but are awakened when the
pilot announces they are about to land.
PILOT
Fasten your seat belts, please.
ALPHONSE
If you'll provide me with your
banking information, I'll deposit
the rest of your fee — $750,000.
HARRIS
(disgusted)
Blood money.
ALPHONSE
Consider it seed money, Dr.
McKenna. For your new life. A
better one, I hope.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
46 -
A Toast to Justice
EXT. AIRSTRIP OUTSIDE NYC - NIGHT
Harris grabs his briefcase and almost runs off the jet.
Rhonda does the same. Alphonse follows at a leisurely pace,
along with the pilot.
PILOT
How did this one go?
ALPHONSE
Both of them seem shaken up enough
to change their ways.
Alphonse watches Rhonda and Harris walk away, and once out of
sight, he turns and heads back toward the jet.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Let's go, my friend. We aren't
quite finished.
INT. MANSION - DAY
Alphonse steps into the dining room, where Robert and Amanda
are eating, laughing, and drinking.
Robert gets up to hug Alphonse just as Josh enters the room.
JOSH BRECKLIN
Good evening, Alphonse.
ALPHONSE
Remarkable how tenacious you are,
Josh. Some might say it's hard to
keep a good man down.
JOSH BRECKLIN
It's tough to keep a good man
hanged, my friend.
Alphonse smiles and gives Josh a hug.
ROBERT
Any troubles?
ALPHONSE
None. And they didn't seem eager
about the prospect of returning.
AMANDA
For the right price, I'm always
ready to be part of the cast.
Rick and Sean enter, both grinning.
RICK
You know, I think I'm getting
better at playing the terrified
politician.
SEAN
And my escape attempt was Oscar-
worthy, don't you think?
(he turns to Frederick)
The jaguar was a nice touch,
Frederick. It scared the hell out
of me. And the boa, damn!
FREDERICK
(entering)
Thank you, Mr. Williams. We aim for
authenticity.
ALPHONSE
You've all done a wonderful job,
and you were convincing. Academy
Award performances. Remember
though, nothing is to be said to
anyone or you get no more work.
Alphonse calls Frederick to the table.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
Frederick, please transfer the
agreed-upon sum to each of our
guests' accounts.
(a beat)
I must leave in the morning, but
you are welcome to stay as long as
you like.
JOSH
(raising a glass)
To justice, Alphonse. Your way.
They all toast. Alphonse's smile doesn't quite reach his
eyes.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
47 -
The Watchful Eye
INT. PRIVATE OFFICE - NIGHT
Alphonse sits alone, watching video screens showing Rhonda
and Harris returning to their respective homes.
Frederick enters with a drink for Alphonse.
FREDERICK
Do you think they'll reform?
ALPHONSE
If they don't, they know the
consequences.
FREDERICK
And what about the real criminals?
The ones who killed your family?
Alphonse's face darkens.
ALPHONSE
Their time will come.
FREDERICK
The north facility is ready for
them whenever you decide.
ALPHONSE
Soon.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
48 -
Justice Denied
EXT. DENVER — POLICE STATION - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Alphonse watches as POLICE OFFICERS bring in the suspects in
his family's murder. The lead officer approaches.
OFFICER
Mr. Falcone, the evidence looks
good. I think we have a strong
case.
Images from the courtroom steps flash in his mind.
EXT. COURT STEPS — DAY
Alphonse's expression hardens.
ALPHONSE
How could this happen? You said the
evidence was strong!
DETECTIVE MORRIS
The defense claimed the DNA was
contaminated during collection.
(a beat)
I guess the judge bought it.
ALPHONSE
So they just walk free? After what
they did?
DETECTIVE MORRIS
I'm sorry, Mr. Falcone. Sometimes
the system fails.
Alphonse watches as Conrad and his accomplices, VINCE (40s,
muscular, scarred face) and TRAVIS (30s, wiry, nervous
energy), walk down the courthouse steps, laughing.
ALPHONSE
Then what's the point of your
justice system?
OFFICER
Sometimes the system fails. I wish
there was more we could do.
Alphonse watches as the suspects are driven away, his grief
transforming into determination.
Genres:
["Crime","Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
49 -
The Final Jury
INT. FALCONE'S OFFICE - DAY - FLASHBACK
Alphonse sits with Frederick, reviewing dossiers.
ALPHONSE
Find actors willing to play this
game. They need to be convincing.
FREDERICK
And the real targets, sir?
Alphonse slides over another set of files.
ALPHONSE
These people have escaped the
justice system. Let's see if they
can escape mine.
FREDERICK
And what do you have planned for
your family's killers?
ALPHONSE
There will be a final jury. A
special production.
(a beat)
But first, we test the method.
Refine it.
FREDERICK
And the facility on the north side
of the island?
ALPHONSE
For those who deserve more than a
quick death. A lifetime to
contemplate their crimes.
FLASH FORWARD - ONE MONTH LATER
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
50 -
New Beginnings
INT. CAFE – WALL STREET – DAY
Harris spots Rhonda at a corner table and heads over. He
slides into the seat across from her.
HARRIS
How've you been?
RHONDA
As good as can be expected. Been
busy making my business legit. I'm
now focused on helping people.
HARRIS
Same here. I cut all ties to the
past. I have no intention of going
back to that damn island.
RHONDA
Me neither. It creeped me out.
HARRIS
Maybe we can work together to help
people.
RHONDA
I'm game. What's on your mind?
HARRIS
I've been thinking about a program
to help patients appeal insurance
denials. Using my insider
knowledge.
RHONDA
And I could help people recover
from financial scams. Maybe set up
education programs.
HARRIS
Second chances.
RHONDA
For them and for us.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
51 -
Hope and Advocacy
INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM - DAY - THREE MONTHS LATER
Harris sits with a FAMILY reviewing paperwork. The mother is
crying with relief.
MOTHER
I don't know how to thank you. They
approved Jimmy's treatment.
HARRIS
Just focus on getting your boy
healthy. That's thanks enough.
INT. RETIREMENT HOME - DAY - SIMULTANEOUS
Rhonda addresses a room full of ELDERLY RESIDENTS.
RHONDA
These investment scams target
seniors specifically. Today I'll
show you exactly what to watch for.
INT. NONPROFIT OFFICE - DAY - TWO MONTHS LATER
Rhonda and Harris sit in a small office. A sign on the wall
reads "SECOND CHANCE FINANCIAL & MEDICAL ADVOCACY."
RHONDA
(on phone)
Yes, sir. We'll help you appeal
that insurance denial right away.
Harris works at a computer, reviewing medical claims.
HARRIS
Another family saved from
bankruptcy. That's twenty this
month.
RHONDA
After what we've been through, it
feels good to be on the right side
for once.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
52 -
The Price of Justice
INT. LUXURY APARTMENT - NIGHT
Conrad, one of the men acquitted of killing Alphonse's
family, parties with friends. He's clearly wealthy, with
expensive furniture and artwork.
The DOORBELL rings. Conrad opens it to find a courier with an
envelope.
COURIER
Delivery for Conrad Miller.
Conrad signs for it, then opens the envelope. Inside is a
business card that reads: "AN OPPORTUNITY WORTH ONE MILLION
DOLLARS"
On the back is an address and time.
Conrad smiles greedily.
EXT. ALPHONSE'S MANSION - DAY
Alphonse sits on his patio, reading a newspaper. The headline
reads: "FINANCIAL SCAMMER TURNS ADVOCATE, HELPS FAMILIES
RECOVER MILLIONS."
Frederick brings him coffee.
FREDERICK
Shall I prepare for the next jury,
sir?
ALPHONSE
Yes. I have several candidates in
mind.
He slides a folder across the table. Frederick opens it to
reveal photos of Conrad and his two accomplices, VINCE and
TRAVIS.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
And Frederick?
(a beat)
Let's make this one especially
convincing.
FREDERICK
Will you be using the same actors?
ALPHONSE
No. For this jury, I want real
criminals. People who deserve
judgment.
FREDERICK
And who will be on trial?
Alphonse's eyes darken.
ALPHONSE
They will. But they won't know it
until it's too late.
FREDERICK
The north facility, sir?
ALPHONSE
Yes. They deserve to live with what
they've done. Death would be too
merciful.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
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53 -
Suspicion and Intrigue
INT. PRIVATE JET - DAY - ONE MONTH LATER
Conrad, Vince, and Travis sit nervously across from
Frederick.
CONRAD
So this is just some kind of
advisory role?
FREDERICK
In a manner of speaking.
TRAVIS
(suspicious)
A million bucks to give advice?
FREDERICK
You have unique experience that
interests me.
VINCE
(laughing)
I told you boys our luck would turn
around!
Frederick mimics Alphonse’s cold smile.
EXT. WALL STREET – DAY - SIMULTANEOUS
PAULA WHITLEY (30s, smartly dressed, shades) stands on the
corner, hailing a cab.
Alphonse approaches her, tips his hat, and bows.
SEAN
Good morning, Madam. Would you care
to join me for a cup of coffee?
Paula eyes him suspiciously, then smiles.
PAULA
I don't normally have coffee with
strangers.
SEAN
I assure you, it will be worth your
while.
(MORE)
SEAN (CONT’D)
I have a proposition I believe
you'll find of interest. The
invitation includes the sum of one
million dollars.
Paula's expression changes.
PAULA
In that case, lead the way.
As they walk toward a nearby café, we see Frederick in the
distance, discreetly taking photos.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
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54 -
A Toast to Justice
INT. PARIS - L'ASTRANCE RESTAURANT — NIGHT
Alphonse and Juliette are shown to a private table in a
corner near the back.
They both accept the waiter’s suggestion for meals and wine,
then Juliette sips from her glass.
JULIETTE
How goes your project?
ALPHONSE
The first test is complete. Two
saved, four supposedly condemned.
JULIETTE
And the saved ones?
ALPHONSE
Appropriately frightened, I
believe.
(a beat)
Time will tell if they change.
JULIETTE
And if they don't?
ALPHONSE
Then they'll face another jury.
JULIETTE
You're playing God.
ALPHONSE
Just cleaning up His mistakes.
Juliette takes another sip of wine, studying him.
JULIETTE
And what about you? Will you find
peace in this?
ALPHONSE
Peace isn't my goal.
JULIETTE
What is?
ALPHONSE
Balance. Restoring what was taken.
JULIETTE
Your family can't be brought back.
ALPHONSE
No. But others can be saved. And
the guilty can face consequences.
JULIETTE
Is that enough?
ALPHONSE
It has to be.
JULIETTE
I've been watching your survivors.
The woman and the doctor.
ALPHONSE
And?
JULIETTE
They've changed. Started a charity
together. They're helping people.
A ghost of a smile crosses Alphonse's face.
ALPHONSE
Then it's working.
JULIETTE
One success doesn't validate the
method.
ALPHONSE
It's a start.
JULIETTE
What's your end game, Alphonse? How
far will this go?
ALPHONSE
As far as necessary.
JULIETTE
(leaning forward)
I have more names. More cases. And
not just in America.
ALPHONSE
(intrigued)
Go on.
JULIETTE
I’m thinking of a network. People
like us, in different countries.
All seeking the same thing.
ALPHONSE
Justice.
JULIETTE
Yes. But we need resources,
infrastructure.
ALPHONSE
Which I have.
JULIETTE
Then perhaps we can help each
other.
ALPHONSE
What are you suggesting?
JULIETTE
A partnership. Your resources and
my insight.
They clink glasses, sealing their alliance.
JULIETTE (CONT’D)
(smiling)
Justice has no borders.
ALPHONSE
Exactly.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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55 -
Confronting the Consequences
INT. PRISON FACILITY - NORTH SIDE OF ISLAND - DAYS LATER
A guard opens the gate to allow Alphonse access. He paces in
front of the prisoner’s cells, a vicious smile on his face.
After a moment, he nods.
ALPHONSE
Enjoy your stay, gentlemen.
Conrad, Vince, and Travis sit in sparse cells and watch
Alphonse leave. As he moves out of sight, they stare through
small windows at the ocean. They can see the it but there is
no way to reach it.
CONRAD
(realizing)
That man ... it was him. Falcone.
The banker whose house we robbed.
VINCE
(horrified)
We killed his family too. We're
never getting out of here. Not
alive.
TRAVIS
(desperate)
Someone will come looking for us.
They have to.
Conrad laughs bitterly.
CONRAD
Who’s gonna come? We're criminals.
No one will miss us.
A SPEAKER on the wall crackles to life.
ALPHONSE (V.O.)
Gentlemen. Welcome to your new
home. You'll have plenty of time to
think about what you did to my wife
and children.
CONRAD
(shouting)
Falcone, you can't do this!
ALPHONSE (V.O.)
I already have. Enjoy your stay.
It's going to be a long one.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
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56 -
Reflections of Purpose
INT. ALPHONSE'S MANSION - DAY — MONTHS LATER
Frederick knocks on the door prior to entering.
FREDERICK
Anything else for the night, sir.
I’m about to retire.
ALPHONSE
How are the prisoners?
FREDRICK
Conrad seems to grow more
remorseful, and it seems genuine.
ALPHONSE
And the others?
FREDERICK
Vince remains hostile. Travis had a
breakdown last month.
ALPHONSE
Their health?
FREDERICK
All are receiving proper care. As
you instructed.
Alphonse nods, satisfied.
ALPHONSE
Good. I want them to live long
lives. To think about what they did
every day.
FREDERICK
Is it giving you peace, sir?
Alphonse considers this.
ALPHONSE
Not peace. But purpose.
FREDERICK
The new jurors arrive tomorrow.
ALPHONSE
Good. Prepare the usual welcome.
As Alphonse leaves, he pauses at the door.
ALPHONSE (CONT’D)
And Frederick? Have Sean handle the
recruits from San Francisco. I
don’t want to risk him being
identified in New York.
FREDERICK
As you wish, sir.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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57 -
A Commitment to Justice
INT. ALPHONSE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Alphonse stands at his window, looking at framed photos of
his wife and children.
ALPHONSE
(whispers)
It's working, my loves. Justice, in
our own way.
EXT. AIRFIELD - DAY
A private jet waits on the tarmac. Several new "jurors"
board, looking excited about their "opportunity."
Alphonse watches with Juliette from a distance.
JULIETTE
Will you ever stop?
ALPHONSE
When justice is no longer needed.
JULIETTE
Then we have much work to do.
ALPHONSE
Together?
JULIETTE
Together.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
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58 -
The Ongoing Quest for Justice
EXT. SAN FRANCISCO — MARKET STREET - DAY
Sean approaches another potential "juror," using Alphonse's
exact words and mannerisms.
SEAN
Good morning. Would you care to
join me for a cup of coffee?
INT. NONPROFIT OFFICE - DAY
Rhonda and Harris meet with Alphonse in a small office far
from Wall Street.
ALPHONSE
Your work is making a real
difference.
HARRIS
Thanks to you, in a strange way.
RHONDA
Is this what you meant? Making
others do good?
ALPHONSE
Part of it. Justice takes many
forms.
HARRIS
Will there be another jury?
ALPHONSE
There will always be another jury
to judge someone who's escaped
justice.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
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59 -
Reflections on Justice
EXT. FALCONE ISLAND - DAY
A new group of "jurors" disembarks from a plane, blinking in
the tropical sunlight.
ALPHONSE
Justice is blind, they say. But
sometimes it needs help to see.
EXT. BEACH - FALCONE ISLAND - SUNSET
Alphonse walks along the shore, alone. The beach is
beautiful, peaceful. He stops and looks out at the ocean.
For a moment, he sees his family playing in the waves -
Elaine watching as Marcie and Reston splash each other, all
laughing.
The vision fades as the sun sinks below the horizon. Alphonse
wipes a single tear from his cheek.
ALPHONSE
(to himself)
We're making a difference. And
we're just getting started.
He turns and walks back toward the mansion, a solitary figure
on the empty beach, leaving footprints in the wet sand.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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60 -
Judgment Day Preparations
INT. LIBRARY - MANSION - DAY
Alphonse sits with Juliette, reviewing files.
JULIETTE
Our European branch is operational.
Three cases completed successfully.
(a beat)
And it seems like Sean is fitting
in nicely with the San Francisco
recruiting.
Alphonse nods.
ALPHONSE
And the survivors?
JULIETTE
The same as the last report — all
reforming. One started a victims'
advocacy group. Another is working
with police to catch others like
him.
ALPHONSE
Good. And the next round of jurors?
JULIETTE
Sean has recruited three. I have
two more in mind.
ALPHONSE
Any returning players?
JULIETTE
One. The investment banker from New
York.
Juliette laughs.
JULIETTE (CONT’D)
Sean seems to enjoy his new role a
little too much.
ALPHONSE
That's precisely why he's valuable.
Juliette hands him a new folder.
JULIETTE
These are the files on the
corporate executive I mentioned.
Environmental disaster in Africa.
Thousands affected. No
consequences.
ALPHONSE
Perfect. Add him to the next jury.
JULIETTE
(hesitant)
Alphonse ... how long do we
continue?
ALPHONSE
Until it's no longer necessary.
JULIETTE
And when will that be?
Alphonse stares through the window behind Juliette. He sees
the visions of his family standing on the lawn, watching him.
ALPHONSE
As long as they need me to.
Juliette follows his gaze but sees nothing.
JULIETTE
You still see them, don't you?
Alphonse nods.
JULIETTE (CONT’D)
They would want you to find peace.
ALPHONSE
This is my peace. This is my
purpose.
Juliette places her hand over his.
JULIETTE
Then we continue. Together.
The visions of Elaine, Marcie, and Reston smile at him before
fading into the darkness.
EXT. AIRSTRIP - FALCONE ISLAND - DAY
A private jet lands. The stairs deploy, and six new "jurors"
disembark. Leading them is Sean, now dressed impeccably and
looking confident.
Frederick greets them at the bottom of the stairs.
FREDERICK
Welcome to Falcone Island.
As they board the waiting vehicles, the island is seen in its
entirety - beautiful, isolated, and harboring its own unique
brand of justice. When they reach the mansion, Alphonse is
standing at the entrance.