EXT: PRISON PARKING LOT — DAY

 

We see only the legs of a WOMAN exiting a car. She wears long, black slacks and sleek, black, high-heeled shoes. A briefcase hangs beside her. The door slams shut and she starts toward the front door.

 

INT: PRISON LOBBY — CONTINUOUS

 

OFFICER STERN, (32), sits at a desk behind a glass divider, very attentive to the papers before him. He writes, silently, for a long moment but seems to hear something. He looks off-screen sharply and smiles wide.

 

STERN

Ryder!

 

Detective EMILY RYDER, (24), enters the lobby, dressed sharply in her work uniform, including black slack, high-heeled shoes, and a white blouse. Her head is hung, deep in thought, but she looks up at STERN and forces a smile. She carries a briefcase.

 

EMILY

Hey, Jack. How’ve you been?

 

STERN stands and approaches her.

 

STERN

Hell of a lot better now that you’re here! All things considered, we thought you were gonna skip this session.

 

EMILY

Nah. Orders are orders. But I—

 

He unexpectedly hugs her.

 

STERN

Was hoping you’d show up so I could congratulate you!

 

She stiffly shakes him off.

 

EMILY (Awkwardly)

Thanks, Jack. And, with that in mind, I’m sure you can understand why I’d like to get started as soon as possible.

 

STERN

Oh, of course! Sorry. I remember with our first, Liv didn’t go back to work for a whole year! Couldn’t stand to be away from him for more than an hour. Drove me crazy!

 

EMILY (Chuckling)

I know the feeling. It’s hard to think that she’s at home and I’m not there.

 

STERN

She got a name, yet?

 

EMILY

Hannah.

 

STERN (Nodding)

That’s a good name. Family name?

 

EMILY (Shrugging)

Not really.

 

The pair walks toward a barred door across the room.

 

INT: PRISON VISITATION ROOM — CONTINUOUS

 

The room is empty. A glass wall divides the room, lined on both sides with old, wooden chairs. The glass wall is divided into small stalls. Phones sit on either side of the table protruding from the glass wall.

 

STERN

How old is she now?

 

EMILY

Two months last Saturday.

 

STERN

And you’re back to work already? John couldn’t find anybody else? I don’t think Osbourne would give a shit.

 

EMILY turns on STERN, finger pointed angrily into his chest.

 

EMILY

Sergeant Campbell sent me because he knows no one else is gonna get this shit done. That was our agreement when I brought him in, and if I didn’t think I could handle it, I wouldn’t be here! Now, please, if it’s not too much trouble, get him out here!

 

 

STERN (Startled)

Yes, ma’am. Peterson!

 

EMILY takes a seat in one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs.

 

STERN (Cont’d)

Don’t get me wrong, Em, we all love your visits. I’m only saying that Campbell should be more understanding of a woman in your position.

 

EMILY

I’m fine, Jack.

 

STERN

Are you sure? If you need anything, anything at all, I just don’t want you to think that you can’t come to me and Liv. We’d be happy to help you out.

 

EMILY

Thanks, Jack, but it’s very unnecessary. I’m very happy having Hannah all to myself.

 

STERN (Unsure)

Well, alright. But I want you to come over for dinner sometime with the baby. I’m sure Liv misses you.

 

EMILY

That’s really not—

 

STERN

C’mon, Em…

 

EMILY (Amused)

I can take care of—

 

STERN

I won’t take no for an answer!

 

EMILY (Chuckling)

Alright, that sounds nice. I’d really love the company; just give me a call with the details.

 

STERN

Of course.

 

OSBOURNE (O.S)

Get your fucking hands off me. I swear to God, when I get out of these cuffs, I’m gonna rip your—!

 

STERN looks off-screen as a GUARD pushes OSBOURNE, (25), into the room on the opposite side of the glass divider. OSBOURNE is dressed in an orange jumpsuit, his hands handcuffed in front of him. His hair is long, at least shoulder-length, and in disarray, flying in OSBOURNE’S face while he flails. The GUARD shoves OSBOURNE into the chair across from EMILY. OSBOURNE shoots the GUARD a withering look over his shoulder, leaning over his cuffed hands.

 

STERN

Aw, shut up, Osbourne! You’ve got a visitor.

 

GUARD leaves. OSBOURNE turns forward to face EMILY and his face goes blank. He sits silently, staring at EMILY. STERN stands off to the side against the wall, staring ahead. EMILY takes the phone on her side of the divider. OSBOURNE doesn’t move to take his.

 

EMILY

Hello, Mr. Osbourne. How are you, this morning?

 

OSBOURNE ignores her, beginning to smile.

 

EMILY (Cont’d)

Don’t you think I deserve a hello, Mr. Osbourne?

 

OSBOURNE ignores her, smiling. STERN rolls his eyes dramatically and pounds his fist against the glass.

 

STERN

Let’s go, cold and creepy, it’s time to act like a normal person now. Can you be nice for the lady?

 

OSBOURNE doesn’t budge.

 

EMILY

In the interest of keeping good relations between yourself and the precinct, I only have a few questions for you, Mr. Osbourne.

 

OSBOURNE cocks his head to the side but otherwise doesn’t budge.

 

EMILY (Cont’d)

Alright, Jack, looks like it’s gonna be one of those days again. Mind getting me some water while we wait?

 

STERN

Of course, ma’am. Peterson’s right outside the door. Holler if ya need anything.

 

EMILY

Of course.

 

STERN leaves the room. EMILY and OSBOURNE sit in silence for another moment while EMILY taps her fingers against the briefcase in her lap.

 

EMILY (Cont’d)

Henry, are you gonna talk to me?

 

OSBOURNE stops smiling. He places his hand against the glass between them, putting the phone to his ear.

 

OSBOURNE

I missed you.

 

EMILY

I know. I missed you, too.

 

OSBOURNE (Sadly)

Why didn’t you call?

 

EMILY

No new mother is gonna spend time away from her baby to call a serial killer. I didn’t want to look suspicious.

 

OSBOURNE (Whispered)

Suspicious?

 

EMILY

Ya. Suspicious.

 

OSBOURNE (Angrily)

You could’ve told them it was for a case! Anything! It’s been four months, Emily! Four months without a word.

 

EMILY (Angrily)

That’s not my fault!

 

OSBOURNE

It’s not? You put me here! How is it not your fault?

 

EMILY

I didn’t make you kill anybody, Henry!

 

OSBOURNE

No, but you couldn’t wait to get rid of me. Tell me. Is it easy to forget about me rotting in here when you’re cozying up to that fag all day?

 

EMILY

Jack? He’s married, you idiot, and I’m not interested.

 

OSBOURNE

So who is it, then?

 

EMILY

There’s nobody else, Henry. I’ve got my hands full with the baby.

 

OSBOURNE looks to be about to interrupt, but he’s struck silent. EMILY leans back in her chair, crossing her arms and legs condescendingly. He looks down and away in shame, and then forces himself to face her again.

 

OSBOURNE

You look good.

 

EMILY (Mumbled)

Thank you.

 

OSBOURNE

Has he been keeping you up a lot? You look tired.

 

EMILY

She.

 

OSBOURNE (Gasped)

A girl?

 

EMILY

Ya. She hasn’t been keeping me up nearly as much since my mother moved in.

 

OSBOURNE

Your mother? So…so you’re being taken care of?

 

EMILY

I’m not alone if that’s what you mean.

 

OSBOURNE (Chuckling)

Ya. I guess it is. God knows you can take care of yourself.

 

EMILY

Damn straight.

 

OSBOURNE

Except from me, right?

 

EMILY (Snorting)

I think I dealt with you very well.

 

OSBOURNE (Laughing)

Sure you did.

 

EMILY (Amused)

I got you, didn’t I?

 

OSBOURNE chuckles and looks downward. His smile falls.

 

OSBOURNE (Darkly)

You distracted me.

 

EMILY shifts uncomfortably, pulling at the collar of her shirt.

 

OSBOURNE (Cont’d)

Em, I really gotta know—

 

EMILY

Don’t ask me.

 

OSBOURNE

So it’s true, then? It was all just an act?

 

EMILY

Of course not. Just don’t ask.

 

OSBOURNE

I have to. Emmy, did you do it to stall me?

 

EMILY stays silent. She doesn’t look at OSBOURNE.

 

OSBOURNE (Continued)

I see.

 

EMILY

No.

 

OSBOURNE

No?

 

EMILY

It wasn’t about that…entirely.

 

OSBOURNE (Laughing humorlessly)

I wish I could believe it.

 

EMILY

You can! I admit, the idea was tempting, but I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t prostitute myself for the job!

 

OSBOURNE

Why’d you do it, then?

 

EMILY

Same reason you did.

 

OSBOURNE (Condescendingly)

Be careful, Detective. You wouldn’t want anyone to overhear you comparing yourself to a killer. People will get the wrong idea.

 

EMILY

I know. No one can hear. No one can know.

 

OSBOURNE (Hesitantly)

What about her?

 

EMILY

Her?

 

OSBOURNE

Are you going to tell…your daughter about me?

 

EMILY (Whispered)

Our daughter, Henry.

 

OSBOURNE (Broken)

She can’t be my daughter, Emmy. Not when I’m in here.

 

EMILY (Groaning)

I know.

 

OSBOURNE

I’m sorry.

 

EMILY

I know you are.

 

EMILY puts her hand to the glass. OSBOURNE leans forward to put his forehead against the glass by her hand. His back shakes with the sobs he hides.

 

OSBOURNE (Shakily)

What’s she like?

 

EMILY

She’s beautiful. She’s got your hair, and your nose, definitely. Her eyes are blue, like mine—

 

OSBOURNE looks up, making eye contact with EMILY.

 

OSBOURNE

I like blue.

 

EMILY grins.

 

EMILY

I named her Hannah.

 

OSBOURNE (Nodding)

I love it. The ‘H.’

 

EMILY

Ya. That’s what I intended.

 

Footsteps sound from off-screen. OSBOURNE stands in a panic.

 

OSBOURNE

No.

 

EMILY

I have to leave.

 

OSBOURNE

Don’t go.

 

EMILY

I have to.

 

OSBOURNE

Just a few minutes.

 

Footsteps sound from off-screen.

 

EMILY

Jack’s back. No one can know, not even him.

 

OSBOURNE

You’ll come back, though, right?

 

EMILY

Of course, Henry. Next month, as usual.

 

OSBOURNE

Can you…Can you bring a picture?

 

EMILY

They won’t let you keep it.

 

Footsteps sound from off-screen. OSBOURNE sits back down. He smiles widely.

 

OSBOURNE

I’d like to see them take it from me.

 

EMILY (Smiling)

Try not to cause anymore trouble. I’d love to see you on parole in the next thirty years.

 

OSBOURNE

How sweet.

 

EMILY

Goodbye, Henry.

 

STERN enters the room, glass of water in hand.

 

OSBOURNE

Bye, Emmy.

 

STERN

Sorry, ‘bout the wait Em, we had a code up on third tier. He talking yet?

 

EMILY

Not a word.

 

EMILY stands, turning her back on OSBOURNE while he looks to the floor.

 

STERN

Maybe next time.

 

EMILY

Ya. I don’t have time to stick around. Goodbye, Mr. Osbourne.

 

She doesn’t look at OSBOURNE, he doesn’t look up. EMILY walks passed STERN, ignoring the water he holds out to her.

 

STERN

Water?

EMILY

What? Oh. I’m not thirsty anymore.

 

STERN

Oh. Okay.

 

EMILY and STERN walk back toward the lobby. OSBOURNE sits in his chair silently. He puts his hands to the glass, looking after them.

 

INT: PRISON LOBBY — CONTINUOUS

 

STERN

Sorry you had to waste your time, Em.
EMILY

Just part of the job.

 

EMILY stops and turns to STERN.

 

EMILY (Cont’d)

Don’t forget to call me about dinner.

 

STERN

Yes, ma’am.

 

EMILY walks out the door, briefcase in hand. STERN sits back at his desk and gets back to his papers.

 

INT: PRISON VISITATION ROOM — CONTINUOUS

 

OSBOURNE hasn’t moved and his head hangs before a GUARD comes and drags him out of the room.

 

OSBOURNE (O.S)

Get your fucking hands off me. I swear to God, when I get out of these cuffs, I’m gonna rip your—!

 

Alyssa Adamson

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