seaShark CSV

"She's The One"

Written By Adam Holmberg
Story By Shelley Gurney and Adam Holmberg

TEASER

FADE IN:

EXT. SEASHARK

Flying through the water at a good clip.

INT. DAVIS' OFFICE

Rear Admiral Leia Davis is seated behind her desk sipping coffee and reading a
report when her comm beeps.

DAVIS
(pressing the button)
Yes?

SKYE
(filtered)
Admiral Davis, we're getting a communiqu� from Secretary General Hitchcock for
you.

DAVIS
(sighing, setting down her report and coffee)
Send it in.

ANGLE ON VIEWER

Hitchcock, seated behind her desk, appears, looking a bit tired.

INTERCUT AS NECESSARY

HITCHCOCK
Leia, good afternoon. How're you today?

DAVIS
Fine ma'am. Yourself?

HITCHCOCK
A bit tired. I've been up to my ears in political wraggling - the war ends and the
politicians still have plenty more to fight about.

DAVIS
(frowning, a bit impatient)
Is there something you wanted, ma'am?

HITCHCOCH
(looks slightly disappointed: "Not this again.")
I have a favor to ask.

DAVIS
Go ahead.
HITCHCOCK
I'm not going to make this an order, but. . .
(bracing herself)
tomorrow we're having a State Dinner and Reception - the Free Irish Republic is
sending their new Senate reps - and I was hoping that you'd be there. No matter
what, I want four or five of your senior officers there, including Captain Dvorak,
but I'd also like you to come.

Davis rises from her seat, pacing, a bit irate at first but quickly hiding it.

DAVIS
Secretary General Hitchcock, no. We have important work. . .

HITCHCOCK
Leia, you're on patrol. You have been for two weeks - nothing has happened. I
think we can afford your absence in the Pacific for awhile.

DAVIS
(resigning, her shoulders slumping)
I don't want to fight with you.

HITCHCOCK
Good, because I sent the orders right before I called you. If Anya obeyed me,
you're on your way to Portland right now at best speed and she'll be informing you
right after we're done talking.

DAVIS
Very well. What do you want from me?

HITCHCOCK
I want you in my office tomorrow morning promptly at 1100 hours.

DAVIS
Absolutely not. . .

HITCHCOCK
Leia, I'm asking you. No - I'm begging you in the name of our friendship. Please,
just come and hear me out. What would it hurt?

Davis almost begins shaking, turns around facing her desk, shutting her eyes and
taking deep breaths. Finally she turns around, looking right into Hitchcock's
eyes.

DAVIS
I'll be there, but promise me no speeches.

HITCHCOCK
I promise. I just want a small favor. O.K.?

Davis nods.

HITCHCOCK
Hitchcock out.

As the U.E.O. seal appears, Davis turns, fighting off tears. Finally she walks
forward and off the screen to her desk.

INT. DARK CONFERENCE ROOM

The rooms appears to be circular, with a long round table in the middle. Light
silhouettes ten men seated around the table, but we cannot even make out their
faces and barely their body shapes.

PAN TO CHAIRMAN

The Chairman is seated at the head of the table, and we can make out a very
expensive black suit clothing his body. His tone is measured and refined, yet not
inhuman, almost like the C.E.O. of a company.

CHAIRMAN
Gentlemen, let us review the plan. The two representatives from the Free Irish
Republic will arrive tomorrow afternoon from Belfast. They will be met by
Secretary General Hitchcock and after a bunch of political nonsense, they will
accompany her to a State Dinner and Reception at the Jonathan Ford Memorial
Banquet Hall. It is here that our assassin will strike. Head of Services?

HEAD OF SERVICES
(seated at the other end of the table, he speaks with an Australian accent dulled
by the years)
That is correct, Mr. Chairman. The operative, Codename Jeopardy, will strike with
a single bullet, hitting Hitchcock behind the ear, ceasing brain activity
instantly. By 2000 hours tomorrow night, Katharine Hitchcock will be dead.

END TEASER

FADE TO OPENING CREDITS

ACT ONE

FADE IN:

EXT. SEASHARK

Running full speed through the water.

SUPERIMPOSE: 0800, Next Morning

INT. SEADECK

Davis is seated on the edge of the Moonpool, looking slightly depressed. She plays
with Hyperion, throwing the ball to the dolphin and catching it as it returns.

CLOSE ON DAVIS

As the door behind her creaks open and a figure in a slightly rumpled seaShark
uniform enters. With the noise of the door closing, Leia looks up slightly, giving
a watery smile.

WILMETTE
(OS)
I thought I might find you here.

ANGLE ON DAVIS

On her back as she turns to face him.

DAVIS
Well, this is one of the few places left on this ship where I'm still held in high
regard.

INTERCUT AS NECESSARY

WILMETTE
(stepping closer)
You said something similar when we first met. What did you mean?

DAVIS
When I was accused of trying to assassinate Hitchcock, only two members of my crew
thought I was innocent. Your predecessor, Michael Devonshire, and Hyperion here.

WILMETTE
And everyone else still doesn't trust you?

DAVIS
Of course not. Haven't you noticed?
(he nods off screen)
Not even my four closest friends.
(frowning)
My former three closest friends.

WILMETTE
Which is it? Three or four?

DAVIS
Three. Lucas still trusts me, so it's three. Anya, Katie, and Kioto.

WILMETTE
Do you blame them?

DAVIS
(sighs)
No James, I don't. I ran off because I was innocent and they wouldn't believe me.
I arrived in Ireland and found a new life, and I was happy. Then. . .

CLOSE ON DAVIS' FACE

As we hear the door creak open again. Davis' eyes darken as her gaze meets the
intruder.

ANGLE ON DYSON

Ronan Dyson stands in the doorway, frowning at Leia, then Wilmette.

DYSON
Admiral Davis. Wilmette. Captain Dvorak asked me to remind you that we have a
staff meeting in ten minutes.

DAVIS
(snippy)
Thank you Commander. We won't forget.

Dyson salutes, then turns on a sixpence and strides through the door, shutting it.

WILMETTE
Careful Leia. You don't want to kill anyone unnecessarily.

Davis glances down at her hand, knuckles white from gripping the edge of the pool,
and relaxes, chuckling slightly.

DAVIS
Point taken.
(the sadness reappearing)
But he doesn't have to be so glacial.

Wilmette stares at the spot where Dyson was standing, furrowing his eyebrows.
After a moment he speaks.

WILMETTE
Permission to speak freely.

DAVIS
(pinching the bridge of her nose)
You haven't asked that in a while - not like you have to. What's on your mind?

WILMETTE
Ronan.

Davis' face darkens and she sucks in a deep breath.

WILMETTE
(not skipping a beat, staring into her eyes)
You do love him.

DAVIS
(through clenched teeth, quiet)
What makes you think that Lieutenant?

WILMETTE
(wryly)
I'm on thin ice here, as usual.
(switching gears)
I watched your face. I've watched it for six months. Your eyes. . .

DAVIS
(finishing)
Are my weakness. I know. I can always depend on them to betray me - especially to
you.

Davis rises, begins pacing, staring at her feet.

DAVIS
I was so happy in Ireland. I had a wonderful job, a new life where no one judged
me.
(bittersweet smile)
A boyfriend I adored to distraction.

WILMETTE
(stating the obvious)
Ronan.

DAVIS
(almost spitting the name)
Ronan. Yes, Ronan. I had no idea who he was, then the 'Shark arrived in Dublin and
he told me what he did. That brought my whole world crashing down around me. .
.again.
(takes a deep breath)
But you know the worst part? The part that ripped my heart in half?

WILMETTE
(quietly)
He said he loved you.

Davis kicks the bulkhead.

DAVIS
Yes James. He told me he loved me. And damn it, I loved him too! I loved him and
he was just putting on an act!!!

Wilmette lets her cry for a moment, then slowly steps over to her, taking her in
his arms.

WILMETTE
I know Leia. I know.
(as she sniffles and wipes her eyes he lets her go and her eyes once again meet
his)
Everyone always talks about the Maryland Incident in terms of how many people I
got killed.
(begins walking about)
No matter if they condemn me or not, it's always the same. So and so lost his
brother. His sister. His lover. Hell, once my assistant engineer's widow went off
on me in the middle of a supermarket.
(a reflective pause)
They're right. My actions, good or bad, got those people killed. But, no one ever
stops for a single moment to consider what I lost. I lost my command of six years.
I lost countless friends, some that were like family. And I lost Jennifer.
(he turns away from Davis for a moment, and we see his eyes wet slightly as he
bows his head)
I don't know if I love Melissa. Some days I think I do. Some days I want her to
just disappear - turn into a bulkhead or something.
(he turns again)
But no one - sometimes not even Melissa - stops to consider what I lost. What I go
through whenever I look at that picture sitting on top of the desk in my cabin. No
one.

Davis stares at him silently, waiting for him to continue.

WILMETTE
(smiling slightly)
Except you. You know how I feel. You know what I go through every day. Maybe you
can't know exactly, but if anyone had a fair shake at describing it, you would.
And I understand what you're going through. I understand in a way I wish I
couldn't. So let's just understand each other and get to our staff meeting before
Mr. Dyson starts spreading rumors.
(she snickers)
O.K.?

DAVIS
(smiling broadly, putting her arm around him)
O.K. I have to get something, but I'll be there in a few moments. Go ahead.
INT. WARDROOM

Dvorak, Dyson, McScott, Harpur, Skye, Saito, Howard, and Catherwright are seated
around the table as Wilmette enters and takes his seat next to Catherwright, who
smiles affectionately at him. Davis enters a few seconds later holding a couple
folders, her face displaying no sign of her earlier outburst.

DAVIS
Good morning everyone. As you may or may not know, we are en route to HQ at best
speed.
(a hint of distaste)
Apparently the Secretary General is holding a State Dinner and Reception for the
new Senators from the Free Irish Republic and we've been asked to attend.
(glances at Dvorak)
Captain Dvorak will brief you on the details.

DVORAK
(on cue)
This is a black tie event. SecGen Hitchcock asked me to select four of you to go
with me to represent the 'Shark.
(almost challenging, almost snide)
She apparently has a special duty for Admiral Davis.
(normal tone)
Any volunteers?

We pan over the assembled to see that no hands are raised.

DVORAK
(smiling slightly)
As expected. Well then, Mr. Dyson, I'd be honored if you'd accompany me.

DYSON
(sarcastically cheerful)
I'd love to.

ANGLE ON HARPUR AND SKYE

Harpur shoots Skye a sideling glance and Skye nods. Harpur raises his hand.

HARPUR
Ma'am? Ms. Skye and myself volunteer.
(smiles)
Be nice to get off ship a little and into the fresh air.

DVORAK
(nods)
Very well. Then, one more.
(a venomous expression, like a predator moving in for the kill)
Lt. Wilmette, doing anything tonight?

WILMETTE
(calm on the outside, but his eyes look frightened)
Uh, well. . .

DAVIS
(cutting in)
Actually, I had a mission for the Lieutenant. The place will be swarming with
guards, but I'd still feel more comfortable with someone I trust keeping an eye
out. Since Ms. Dakota is on R&R and Lt. Catherwright is number one in Security in
her place, I thought she could assist James.
(eyeing them both)
Is that acceptable?

WILMETTE
(hiding his relief)
Yes ma'am. Thank you.

CATHERWRIGHT
It'll be kind of fun. As Mr. Harpur said, it'd be nice to get out of the ship and
into real air for a little while.

DAVIS
(a nod)
Very well. Anya?

DVORAK
(biting off a few choice words)
Well then, Kioto?

SAITO
I'd love to. I haven't been to a dance in so long, I think I've forgotten how.

DYSON
(laying on the charm really thick)
I'm sure you'll be as graceful as ever.

Davis rolls her eyes and Wilmette gives her a "what do you expect?" smile. She
shrugs, and the interplay is not lost on the others as Dvorak continues.

DVORAK
Well, now that that's taken care of, the next order of business is the Engineering
report. Mr. Harpur?

INT. SEASHARK CORRIDOR

It is after the meeting and everyone is filing out. Skye exits, and Harpur rushes
to catch up.

HARPUR
Excited about tonight?

SKYE
(teasing)
Just don't get any engine grease on your hands. Wouldn't want to stain my dress.

They begin making their way down the corridor, passing Dvorak and McScott who are
deep in conversation.

SKYE
Did you catch the look Commander Dyson shot Wilmette? I think he's jealous.

HARPUR
(laughs)
Of Wilmette? I don't think so.

SKYE
Why not? Wilmette's kind of handsome in a rugged sort of way.

HARPUR
He blew up most of his crew and well as all of Ganges Colony. I may not know her
that well, but I didn't think the Admiral went for murderers.

SKYE
He didn't actually blow that reactor. . .

HARPUR
You can be so na�ve at times. He wasn't where he was supposed to be and left that
reactor wide open for the PMR.
(looks at Harpur's expression, stops)
You don't actually fall for his "I'm sorry, and I'm doing the best I can" routine?
(a beat)
Do you?

SKYE
He's been on this ship six months and not once has he endangered the lives of
anyone on this ship.
(before she can say anything)
And not because Anya would kick him off, either. Look, I have no less contempt for
what he did than you do, but he's trying to somehow atone for it. That has to
count for something. Right?

From behind them, Dvorak suddenly appears, joining them

DVORAK
I don't think Leia's shortsighted enough to fall for Wilmette in her right mind,
but she's been acting. . .a little intense lately.

HARPUR
Is her depression coming back?

SKYE
(shakes her head)
I'm starting to wonder. Ever since that Ireland incident a while back, the Admiral
had been getting closer and closer to Wilmette. It's almost as if he's reminded
her of something, though I don't know what.

DVORAK
Leia has quite a few demons in her past.
(almost a whisper)
Though don't we all?

HARPUR
Ma'am?

DVORAK
My vendetta with Wilmette is personal, but the fact of the matter is a lot of
people died in the Maryland Incident, and a lot of people in the U.E.O. have been
affected by it. But, Wilmette has to live with it too.
(her eyes soften)
One time I was passing his cabin. He'd gone to bed early, and I scanned him while
he slept. Not on purpose. I sneezed as I was near his door, and it just kind of
happened.
(bites her lower lip)
I caught a bit of the nightmare he was having. It was not pretty.
(shakes slightly at the memory)
Not pretty at all.

INT. WARDROOM

Davis and Wilmette are standing, facing each other across the table.

WILMETTE
You still haven't told me why.

DAVIS
I told you - I'm always a little concerned about the Secretary General - former
friend or not. I don't want her killed by some madman.

WILMETTE
If that's truly the reason, why are you still here arguing with me over it?

Davis does not answer.

WILMETTE
I thought so. You've been open with me for six months. Why clam up now?

DAVIS
It hurts to admit this.

WILMETTE
You always have my shoulder to cry on.

DAVIS
(watery smile)
I know. I just. . .it. . .

WILMETTE
Had to sink in?

DAVIS
Yeah.
(she moves around the table, standing in front of Wilmette)
The fact of the matter is, out of all the people on this ship, I trust you the
most. I understand you better than you know, perhaps even better than you think.
But, Anya was one of my closest friends. I trusted her with my life, no matter
what happened. She supported me whenever I was down. But, she wanted to hurt you
today, and I found myself, for the first time, actually more concerned about you
getting hurt than about what she felt, and while we have kind of bickered over the
past months, today was the first time I actually went up against her. She knew it,
and I knew it.

WILMETTE
And, in doing that you had to admit that your friendship had cycled closed?

DAVIS
Exactly. I know she still, deep down where her pride won't let her admit it, cares
about me so much, but I'm a different person to them now. Hell, I'm an enigma to
myself these days.

WILMETTE
Having to think of your friend as guilty - especially for a time of four months -
is tough, and it leaves some distance. Assimilating the thought is tougher.
(shrugs)
Before you returned to this ship, I didn't know what to think. Hitchcock briefed
me on everything before I came, and I honestly, for a while, wondered if they had
made a mistake and you were really the assassin, as you had disappeared off the
face of the earth like the guilty party. Now that I know you - now that we have
spoken so many times, established the trust we have - I realize that you would
never do that. I trust you implicitly, and so should they. If they don't, it's
their loss. It's Anya's loss.

DAVIS
It's still so hard.

WILMETTE
I didn't say it wasn't. It's a matter of perspective.
(a beat)
Do you think I'm a murderer?

DAVIS
Of course not.

WILMETTE
Anya does.

DAVIS
And I've never figured out why.

WILMETTE
Neither have I - but I assume that she knew someone aboard the Maryland. That's my
point. You have one perspective - you try to understand as much as you can, and in
doing so, you cannot hate me. Anya doesn't - she doesn't want to know me,
understand me, and she'd rather die than trust me. Two perspectives, both correct
from one point of view. It's the same between Anya and me. I trust you now, as you
are. Anya has another perspective, forged by experience. Yet she denies that,
perhaps because of your alliance with me, and she refuses to reach out like
Hitchcock has. You just have to hope that she's adult enough to come around
eventually and see her mistake. I think she will, if you give her time.
(Davis nods)
Now, if you're feeling better, don't you have a ship to run?

DAVIS
(she hugs him tight)
Sometimes I don't know what I'd do without you. Thank you.

WILMETTE
No problem. Thank you.

They move to exit the room - Wilmette holds the door open for Davis.

INT. SEASHARK CORRIDOR

As Wilmette exits, he spots Catherwright, who grins and catches up to him as they
make their way down the corridor.

CATHERWRIGHT
Looking forward to tonight?

WILMETTE
(smiling slightly)
It's better than going to the party. I hate parties.

CATHERWRIGHT
No. You hate the stares they bring.

WILMETTE
(almost mumbling)
I loathe when you do that.
(a little disconcerted)
Yes I do. Can you blame them?

CATHERWRIGHT
(rubbing his shoulder)
James, James, James. You need to learn not to be so defensive. I'm not going to
judge you. I love you.

WILMETTE
I haven't loved anyone since. . .the Incident. Not truly.

CATHERWRIGHT
You love Admiral Davis.

WILMETTE
(stopping dead in his tracks)
Why do you. . .

CATHERWRIGHT
(laughing)
Not like that, silly. I mean, she's your friend.

WILMETTE
(looking as if he swallowed something distasteful)
No she isn't. I have no friends. . .

CATHERWRIGHT
No. You don't want any friends, but you've found one anyhow. And you've found me.

WILMETTE
But. . .

CATHERWRIGHT
(rolling her eyes, as if reciting)
But you suddenly decided you don't want me. You may be sleeping with me, but it's
not because you love me.
(turning suddenly)
Come off it James! You can deny anything I tell you with more words that make
sense in that twisted mess that you call your logic! But you cannot deny your own
heart forever.
(raising her voice)
And your own heart is tell you that you're full of bullsh. . .

WILMETTE
Mel, I hear what you're saying, but how can I love anyone? How can anyone love me?
I got a thousand people killed, and yet I'm the only one left to speak for them.
I'm their only voice. No one else will, though they have no problem spending
energy reminding me how guilty I am. The others can't - they're either drunks or
headcases or both, and even they refuse, and they really hate me. I remind them. .
.because I am the symbol of a dream burnt to ash, and because I am still alive and
I'm doing something they won't.

CATHERWRIGHT
That last statement is the only accurate thing you've said this entire
conversation, and still you refuse to listen. I love you James.
(annunciating each word)
I love you.
(grabbing his shoulder as he tries to walk past)
Even the captain can see that, though she'd ask what you promised me.

WILMETTE
(in total denial)
You cannot understand.

CATHERWRIGHT
(angry)
Damn it. I wish the Admiral were here. Someday I should ask her what she does to
keep you from being a total horse's ass.
(quieter)
The Admiral understands you. Next time you talk to her, look at her eyes. Look at
them. Whenever she sees you, something inside her snaps and you. . .
(searching for the terms)
I think you give her hope. I don't know how. I'd kill to know how. But you do.
That's your problem. You know she understands better than anyone - even me - and
it kills you that you can't just dig yourself further into your grave because she
won't let you.

WILMETTE
(not listening anymore)
We'd better get back on duty. Don't want to get Captain Dvorak on the rampage.

Catherwright would like to slap him. She clenches her hand into a fist until it
goes white, but then she relaxes, knowing that to fight Wilmette further would
just drive him farther into his own denial, so she does the only thing she can do
- she loves him.

CATHERWRIGHT
(kissing him deeply)
O.K. I'll see you later.

Wilmette makes his way down the corridor with a bit of speed in his step, his face
the portrait of a man who should forgive himself and move on but won't.
Catherwright watches him with true concern.

CATHERWRIGHT
(sighing, frustrated)
Someday James, I hope you understand. I hope you understand soon.

INT. DARK CONFERENCE ROOM

The assemblage of men are seated as before around the table.

HEAD OF LOCOMOTION
(he is an older man, who speaks with a shaky baritone)
The seaShark has been diverted to Portland to show the flag.

CHAIRMAN
An odd move on Hitchcock's part. She and Reede have done their best to keep
attention away from the boat - keep it a legend of sorts, just as we are. A
whisper in the shadows.

HEAD OF SERVICES
Jeopardy theorized that it was a show of strength. I wonder if it is weakness on
Hitchcock's part. A sign that she is not strong enough to handle the burden of
keeping secrets.

HEAD OF COMMUNICATIONS
Then it is good that we approved the Motion and are eliminating her now.

HEAD OF SERVICES
In any case, it will not disrupt the operation. Hitchcock will die tonight and the
door will be opened for us to strike.

CHAIRMAN
The fallout from Hitchcock's death will be wide and far, so we will have to move
quickly. Are the other elements in place?

SUPERVISOR OF ELEMENTS
(a rather short, slightly plump gentlemen who sounds British, in his middle ages.
He stands outside the table area)
Our shock troops are ready for action. The boats. . .have just come off the
assembly line. Three are ready, but the next three will be delayed up to a month
from now.

CHAIRMAN
It will have to be enough.
(a reflective beat)
We are moving way ahead of schedule - too far for my liking. I hope you are
sure. . .

HEAD OF PLANNING
This is a perfect opportunity to show our might and take down the nearest side of
U.E.O. Command in one swift blow. The rest will fall like dominoes, and Project
Shadowstrike will be a success.

CHAIRMAN
I still say we are not ready.
(a beat)
I just hope you are right.

EXT. PORTLAND BEACH

We are near some high cliffs. The sea is a bit choppy, washing high waves ashore.
As we zoom closer, Operative Jeopardy appears, seemingly as magic from a wave.

CLOSE ON JEOPARDY

As he removes his diving gear, we see that he is a young, well-built, dark-haired

young man. As he peels away the diving suit fabric, he reveals a pair of khaki
jeans and a white T-shirt. Before dropping the wetsuit, he presses a green button
on the side - once the suit hits the ground it disintegrates as Jeopardy's eyes
fix on a small wooden crate planted in the wet sand near the water. Jeopardy
removes a large knife, similar to those used by American Navy SEALs, from a
special waterproof sheath on his belt and uses it to pry open the small seals on
the top of the box. As Jeopardy extracts a small duffel from the crate, he presses
a red button on the side of the crate and the box disintegrates as he strides
away, opening the duffel in one swift move. As he opens the duffel right in front
of us, we see a disassembled, powerful, old-fashioned(for the time) sniper rifle
with a powerful laser sight and a large clip of rounds.

FADE OUT:

END ACT ONE

ACT TWO:

EXT. SEASHARK

The ship is riding on the surface of the water, the sun shining towards us as the
submarine silently slips by the surface berths at Portland U.E.O. Headquarters.
Suddenly, the ship dips under the surface of the water, and we follow as it passes
below the standard underwater docks and pulls aside a berth bearing Section 7
seals. A docking port extends and meets the hull at the forward port airlock.

EXT. U.E.O. HEADQUARTERS BUILDING

Davis can be seen entering through the glass front entrance, handing her ID to a
guard just inside the doors.

INT. U.E.O. HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - LOBBY

The guard returns Davis' ID to her and nods.

GUARD
Go right ahead Admiral Davis.

DAVIS
(pocketing her ID, looking a bit absentminded as she eyes the elevator)
Thanks.

INT. SECRETARY GENERAL'S RECEPTION

Hitchcock's aide, a young man with brown hair and a small scar across his forehead
turns from typing on the computer to face Davis.

AIDE
Good morning Admiral Davis. The Secretary General is waiting for you.

DAVIS
Thank you, Mr. Tederament.

We follow Hitchcock as she swings the ornate doors to Hitchcock's office open and
enters. We see Hitchcock talking sternly to someone on a comm screen as Davis
comes to attention, but we don't see the person on the screen.

HITCHCOCK
I'm not taking "no for an answer Lucas. I expect you to be at the dinner tonight
in your dress whites, and I want none of your "I'm a scientist, not a bureaucrat"
excuses or I'll find you myself and drag you in by your test tubes. Got it?

ANGLE ON SCREEN

Lucas Wolenczak can be seen sitting in a laboratory of some kind, wearing civvies.
WOLENCZAK
(slightly resigned)
If you say so, ma'am. I'll be there - just don't expect me to play any politics.

HITCHCOCK
(glancing up at Davis)
No more than the Head of U.E.O. Science should. I have to go.
(before Wolenczak can say anything)
Hitchcock out.

As Hitchcock cuts the channel, Davis snaps a crisp salute.

DAVIS
Rear Admiral Leia Davis reporting as ordered.

HITCHCOCK
(returning the salute with a sigh)
We're in the privacy of my office - do you have to carry this on even here?

DAVIS
Yes ma'am. I'm afraid that I may never stop "carrying it on" - I have to accept my
actions and face the consequences.

HITCHCOCK
You did no. . .
(resigned, gesturing at a chair)
O.K. Have a seat. If you're going to be masochistic, there's nothing I can do
about it.

As Davis takes a beautiful blue visitor's chair, she hears someone chuckle behind
her.

CHEYENNE
Ten months, and you still haven't gotten it, huh Leia?

DAVIS
Piper?
(turning to Hitchcock, a look of confusion on her face)
Katie, what's going on?

HITCHCOCK
(flashing Cheyenne a conspiratorial grin)
Well, Commander Cheyenne. You certainly must be a shock to Leia's system. That's
the first time she's called me Katie in six months.

With a laugh Cheyenne takes the seat next to Davis.

CHEYENNE
Well, when you're surprising your best teacher, you know you're getting good.

DAVIS
(still thunderstruck)
Katie, what are you two doing? What's going on here?

HITCHCOCK
I think she's in shock. She hasn't even scanned me yet.
DAVIS
(blushing)
I never use my talent anymore unless I have to. I don't want to know what people
are thinking about. . .
(she doesn't say "me")
Thinking anymore.

HITCHCOCK
(picking up a file, opening it)
Very well then. Down to business it is.
(a beat)
I've selected you two to be my bodyguards tonight.
(holding up her hand to silence Davis)
Now, I don't expect you to - or want you to - sneak around watching everyone like
they're going to steal state secrets - or the silverware, for that matter. I want
you to mingle.
(a bit sarcastic)
You are aware of the meaning of that word, aren't you Leia?

DAVIS
But why me? I can think of ten people just as. . .

HITCHCOCK
Qualified? So can I, but there is no one - and I mean no one - that I trust more
than you. You are, whether you want to believe it or not, one of my closest
friends. Anyway, Vice Admiral Davis, it'll be good for you to get out for a little
bit.

DAVIS
Vice Admiral?

HITCHCOCK
(coyly)
It's better pay, and you can't beat the benefits package.
(a beat)
Seriously though, it may not have many more perks considering what boat you're on,
but you deserve it.

Davis sighs, trying to absorb all that she has been told. Her hands shake a little
bit, and a fine sheen of perspiration covers her forehead.

CHEYENNE
(glancing at her watch)
And, if we go now we can avoid any crowds - everyone will be at lunch.

DAVIS
(distracted from her thoughts)
Where are we going?

CHEYENNE
To get you a dress for tonight. Khaki might be your color, but it tends to make
the politicians restless.

Davis looks down at her uniform, then at a broadly grinning Hitchcock, then at
Cheyenne who is looking at Davis over the top of an invisible pair of glasses.

DAVIS
(stands, as if to leave)
Sorry Piper. This is where I draw the line.

CHEYENNE
(stepping in front of Davis)
You know I love you dearly Leia, but take one step towards that door and I'll use
one of the restraining techniques you taught me.
(an evil grin)
One of the more unpleasant ones.

DAVIS
(seeing that Cheyenne is serious, sighing)
Very well. I'll get a dress, but only if you do too.

CHEYENNE
I already have my dress in mind. You, however, will be my masterpiece.

DAVIS
(sighing)
Why did I get up this morning?

HITCHCOCK
(grinning a bit smugly)
See you two at 1500 to go over the security procedures.

Both Davis and Cheyenne come to attention and trade salutes with Hitchcock. As the
two women move to leave:

DAVIS
(taking a deep breath)
Katie. . .thank you. This means. . .more than you can know. No, I have a long way
to go, but your trust. . .your friendship, even after all that I have done, means
the world to me.

HITCHCOCK
Perhaps you can start trusting yourself now.

DAVIS
(uncertain)
I don't know. . .
(smiling slightly, a bit of confidence leaking in)
But perhaps I can.

Cheyenne puts her arm around Davis' shoulder and the two exit, shutting the doors
behind them. Hitchcock grins after them.

HITCHCOCK
Maybe there's hope for you yet Leia.
(a tired sigh as she glances at her paperwork)
Maybe there's hope for us all.

EXT. JONATHAN FORD MEMORIAL HALL

Wilmette and Catherwright walk along the sidewalk outside the virgin white, three-
story hall, glancing around, nodding occasionally to passing soldiers.

CATHERWRIGHT
It's beautiful around here, overlooking the ocean. You can go off duty and watch
the sun go down over the Pacific.
WILMETTE
And the moon reflecting on the water has to be gorgeous. Too bad we have to spend
the night working.

CATHERWRIGHT
I think right about now Admiral Davis would be reminding you to lighten up. She
did this to keep you out of the party. It's not like U.E.O. Security is going to
miss anything we don't see.

WILMETTE
(smiling with good humor)
If I'm assigned to a task, I like to do it to the best of my ability.

CATHERWRIGHT
If anyone should be working here, it's me.
(playfully)
I am the one working in Security.

WILMETTE
(seriously)
And you're doing a fine, and I mean fine job. Commander Dakota will be pleased
when she gets back.

CATHERWRIGHT
It's not like too much happens on the 'Shark that I need to mop up.

WILMETTE
Like those two lieutenants in the Mess Hall the other day?

CATHERWRIGHT
Krieger and Wilkes. They were fist fighting on my watch. I got a little annoyed,
reminded them never to do it again.

WILMETTE
(pointedly)
You flipped Krieger over a table. That's a hell of a reminder.

CATHERWRIGHT
(stops)
You disapprove?

WILMETTE
(chuckles)
Just the opposite. If I were a captain, that's exactly what I would want. As you
pointed out, they were fighting. On the Maryland I always considered that a
serious offense. I was a fair captain, but I played by the rules, and I expected
only the best from my crew. In return, I respected them and learned their limits.

CATHERWRIGHT
I'm just glad Commander Dakota took a vacation. I bug her all the time about
working too hard. Just like someone else that I love quite dearly. . .

WILMETTE
(mock horror)
You're sleeping with Admiral Davis? I had no idea. . .

CATHERWRIGHT
(giggling, lightly punching him on the shoulder)
You're a real ass sometimes.

WILMETTE
(shrugging)
I try.

CATHERWRIGHT
Seriously though, you haven't had any R&R in a while.
(before he can speak)
I mean, rest and relaxation, as in getting off the boat and away from anything
even remotely related to the U.E.O.

WILMETTE
Not since I came on board. It was like that on the Celeste too.

CATHERWRIGHT
Out of necessity. The crew on that boat hated you.

WILMETTE
Well, there are not that many on the 'Shark that like me that much, you know.

CATHERWRIGHT
But, at least they respect you. After Ford demoted you, you sat around at Pearl
for two years before they shipped you to the Celeste, and when the position opened
up on the 'Shark, Captain Durden got rid of you as fast as he could. At least
they've marginally accepted you on the 'Shark.

WILMETTE
Marginally being the key word.

As they walk past us, a well-built man in a U.E.O. Security uniform spots Wilmette
and rises from sitting on a concrete barrier, a particularly nasty look on his
face. He jogs after our two lieutenants.

NEW ANGLE WILMETTE AND CATHERWRIGHT

As the security man catches up to them.

SECURITY MAN
Hold it!

Both Wilmette and Catherwright stop and turn, curious looks on their faces.

WILMETTE
Yes, Mr. . .?

SECURITY MAN
Lt. Commander Michaels, Portland Security. What are you doing here Lt. . .?

WILMETTE
Wilmette, sir.

SECURITY MAN
James Wilmette?

WILMETTE
Yes sir.
SECURITY MAN
My best friend had a sister on the Maryland.

Wilmette's posture suddenly turns defensive, and Catherwright looks like she'd
like to snap this guy in half, and, from the intensely protective look on her
face, we believe she could.

WILMETTE
From the bottom of my heart, I am truly sorry but, is there a point?

SECURITY MAN
As I said, what are you doing here?

CATHERWRIGHT
(butting in)
Taking a walk, if it's any of your business.

SECURITY MAN
(chauvinistic)
Who asked you missy?

Catherwright can't help but crack a slight grin at the irony of the security man's
attempt at an insult, but the grin disappears as he turns back to Wilmette.

SECURITY MAN
Well?

WILMETTE
(still a bit fazed at the mention of the Maryland)
We were talking a walk.

SECURITY MAN
Who's your CO?

WILMETTE
Rear Admiral Leia Davis.

SECURITY MAN
(reading Wilmette's nametag)
seaShark CSV. I seem to remember someone mentioning it in the locker room. They
said it's just a bunch of nonsense made up by Section 7. How do I know you're not
here sabotaging the party tonight. You seem to have no problem killing your own
people.

WILMETTE
(eyes closed, though clenched teeth)
I told you. . .

DVORAK
(OS)
Is there a problem, Mr. . .?

SECURITY MAN
(coming to attention as Dvorak appears and he reads her rank tabs)
Lt. Commander Andrew Michaels, sir. Yes sir. I think this lieutenant might have
been trying to sabotage the party tonight. Says he's from the seaShark.
DVORAK
(venomous)
You have a point Michaels?

SECURITY MAN
(he has not read her nametag)
Well ma'am, everyone knows the seaShark doesn't exist.

DVORAK
Do you have a list of all ships that will be here for tonight?

SECURITY MAN
(ego deflated)
Yes sir.

DVORAK
Is the 'Shark not on it?

SECURITY MAN
This is James Wilmette, the former captain. . .

DVORAK
(raising her voice a couple decibels)
I KNOW WHO MR. WILMETTE IS!!
(calmer but frigid)
I am his superior officer - the captain of the ship whose existence you seem to
have forgotten about. Now, I don't care what you think of Lt. Wilmette - he's an
officer in the U.E.O., like it or not, and not an officer under your command.

SECURITY MAN
(grasping at straws)
Ma'am, he could have compromised. . .

DVORAK
Is this a secure area? IS IT?

SECURITY MAN
Not until tonight.

DVORAK
(deadly)
Then I suggest you keep that in mind until tonight, or I'll have your stripes
before you know they're missing from your shoulder. Do you get me?

SECURITY MAN
(defeated)
Yes sir.

He meets Wilmette's eyes, shooting the former captain a hate-filled look as he

scurries away. Dvorak turns to face Wilmette eye-to-eye with an intense expression
on her face.

DVORAK
Know that I did not just defend you out of any particular feeling of affection or
care towards you. I defended you because he had no right to try and use the
Maryland Incident for sadistic pleasure. Got me?

WILMETTE
(unfazed)
Yes ma'am. Always. So, because you did the right thing, I thank you.

Dvorak's eyes pinch tightly shut and she clenches her fists until her knuckles
turn white. As she takes a deep breath, opening her eyes and relaxing her grip,
she once again meets Wilmette's eyes.

DVORAK
Mr. Wilmette, I will try to forget as hard as I can that I ever had your
gratitude. I do not want it ever again, no matter the reason.

With this Dvorak backs away from Wilmette and storms off.

DVORAK
(in passing)
Good morning Lt. Catherwright.

Wilmette and Catherwright watch her leave - Catherwright with a slight frown and
Wilmette with a half shamed, half amused expression.

CATHERWRIGHT
(through clenched teeth)
Does she have to do that?

WILMETTE
(unfazed)
I have no idea why she does. I assume that she had a relative or even a close
friend on the Maryland.

CATHERWRIGHT
But you've never asked?

WILMETTE
I figured she'd tell me in her own time.

CATHERWRIGHT
That's no excuse for her behavior.

WILMETTE
Yes it is.
(off Catherwright's upset stare)
Look, if someone who got someone close to you killed came on board the ship under
your command and you had to work with that person every day, wouldn't you treat
them like dirt?

CATHERWRIGHT
Well. . .

WILMETTE
If you ever learn anything from me, learn this: never - and I mean never - let
personal feelings for anyone interfere with your judgment of that person. No one
is ever fully who they seem - even when you have known them for a long time or
intimately. You love me and can look past what I have done because you see why I'm
still here in spite of it. But, to some in the U.E.O., including Anya, I'm still a
monster and a killer, and I cannot say that view is any less correct than yours.
O.K.?

Catherwright seems to have become lost in her own mind, and Wilmette takes her
arm, gently shaking her from her thoughts.

WILMETTE
Mel? Are you all right?

CATHERWRIGHT
(nodding)
I'm fine James. I was just absorbing what you said.
(a beat, then she cracks a deep grin)
And you're right. I'll remember what you have said.

WILMETTE
(satisfied)
I'm glad you're agreeing with me for once.

CATHERWRIGHT
(lovingly, playfully)
For once you're right. It's kind of nice. Try it more often, will ya?

WILMETTE
I'll try. Now, why don't we go to lunch?

END ACT TWO

ACT THREE:

EXT. PORTLAND BUSINESS DISTRICT

This is a collection of small shops spread over two or three blocks with U.E.O.
Headquarters in the distance.

INT. BOUTIQUE

Cheyenne is standing outside a dressing room near a rack of various assorted

dresses and a an expression that tells us she's enjoying every minute of this
outing. After a few seconds, she looks at her watch.

CHEYENNE
C'mon Leia. You've been in there long enough. Let's see how you look.

DAVIS
(OS, inside dressing room, sounding decidedly miserable)
I'm too old for this sort of dress, Piper.
(pouting)
I want my dress whites.

CHEYENNE
(mocking)
Oh didums.
(beat)
Now come out here so I can have a look.

Davis' head pops out from behind the dressing room curtain, and she gives Cheyenne
an evil stare which is blatantly ignored.

DAVIS
(giving up)
Oh all right.
Davis draws aside the dressing room curtain and reluctantly steps out, turning
around for Cheyenne and us. She is wearing a shimmering, low cut black dress which
takes about 8 years off her appearance. Cheyenne looks her over and nods.

CHEYENNE
So, you're not an ugly duckling after all.
(tilts her head to one side)
Hair and make up. Heads will turn.
(beat)
Nobody's going to miss you in that dress.

DAVIS
I thought the whole point was to stay inconspicuous.
(beat)
I'm going to stand out like a beacon.

CHEYENNE
Leia, dressed in that, you don't look like a bodyguard. Heck, you don't even look
like a soldier. You look like some bored office intern whose been dragged to the
dinner of the decade.
(makes up her mind)
Okay, I'm hungry. Get changed. We're going to lunch.

The expressions on Davis' face range from incredulity to disbelief, but she
doesn't say a word as she goes back into the dressing room and closes the curtain.

CHEYENNE
(calling to the lady at the checkout)
She'll take it.

CUT TO:

EXT. PORTLAND BUSINESS DISTRICT - SIDEWALK

Davis and Cheyenne exit the boutique, Davis carrying a shoe bag and another paper
bag. The two friends walk past another shop and then into a coffee shop.

INT. COFFEE SHOP

Davis and Cheyenne are seated by the window, drinking their latt�s in silence when
Cheyenne abruptly puts her cup down and frowns at Davis.

CHEYENNE
Speak.
(beat)
What's bothering you, apart from the dress shopping?

DAVIS
(after a moment)
Yesterday I told somebody that three out of my four former closest friends still
don't trust me.
(beat)
It should have been five. I didn't count you as one of my closest friends that
still trust me.

CHEYENNE
Leia, I don't think of you as a friend.
(beat)
I think of you as a sister. I don't have any family. You changed that.
(beat)
Hey, you saved my life and then taught me to be the best in the business, and
there is no way I could ever begin to repay you for that.
So don't feel guilty. I'm automatically on your side.
(coy)
Besides, I don't exist.

DAVIS blinks and then laughs.

DAVIS
Wow, I'm touched. You are family, and you don't exist, do you?
(laughs)
That's a load off my mind.
(beat, more somber)
And since Katie has now forgiven me. . .
(shaking her head)
Wow, and what a way to bash it over my head too. . .
(beat)
All that's left are Kioto and Anya.

CHEYENNE
(warning)
Leia, I'm going to be brutal now. You should expect nothing less.
(beat)
You've changed since the attempt. You're not letting go of the past. And that
means everybody is constantly being reminded of what they all thought you did.
(beat)
Kioto and Anya spent months trying to prove your innocence. They were the ones
that finally found out about Gattaca and went to Hitchcock to show her that you
didn't try and kill her, but you have just gone cold on them.
(beat)
Stop having such a jaundiced view of the world, Leia. People forgave you for that
transgression months ago. You're just mothering your guilt like a baby, and you're
not getting the message.
(beat)
By not letting go, you're putting distance between those who care for you and
respect you and yourself. That's one of the reasons why Katie promoted you and, of
course, you're doing such a fine job.
(beat)
Let go of the past, Leia. Starting tonight. Apologize if you have to. Just get out
of that grave you're digging yourself. For me, if not yourself.

DAVIS
That was blunt.
(beat)
I needed that.
(deep breath)
All right. I'll do just that, starting tonight, with Ronan and Anya.

CHEYENNE
By the look on your face I get the feeling that they're going to be your toughest
battles.

DAVIS
Yeah. They've both been taking potshots at me for ages.
(beat)
Time for me to grow up, and act all. . .
(stops, and looks puzzled)
I dunno, 38 or 48 years of myself.

CHEYENNE
Well, you missed those 10 years of your life in a blink of an eye, and you sure as
heck don't look 40, so lets settle for 33, okay?

DAVIS
Piper!

CHEYENNE
I'm serious! You don't even look 35, so just drop the subject.
(looks at her watch)
If we don't get going now, we're going to be late.

They stand, dispose of their cups, and speed out the door.

EXT. COFFEE SHOP

Jeopardy is striding toward us, his duffel strung over his shoulder, a determined,
focused expression on his face. As Cheyenne steps out of the shops, she runs
straight into Jeopardy, though he is barely phased.

JEOPARDY
(terse)
Excuse me, ladies.

Jeopardy continues on his way, his speed not a bit affected, while Davis and
Cheyenne watch him go.

DAVIS
That was odd. I feel like. . .

CHEYENNE
(finishing)
You know him from somewhere?
(beat, Davis nods)
He seemed kind of familiar, but for the life of me, I can't place him.

DAVIS
Seemed in kind of a hurry.

CHEYENNE
Yeah. Probably on leave to see his girlfriend. She's lucky - he's a cute one.

DAVIS
Piper!
(a sigh)
Why did I get up this morning?

They walk pass us, off screen.

CUT TO:

EXT. JONATHAN FORD MEMORIAL HALL

It is nighttime, and in this long shot we can just make out well- dressed
diplomats and uniformed U.E.O. personnel walking down the well-lit concrete
walkway surrounded by trees towards the glass front entrance.

INT. MAIN HALL

A view from the main entrance. The Main Hall is almost three stories tall, the
dome framed in beautiful gold trim, the d�cor wrought from the finest wood and
iron. The second floor is a balcony stretching around all four sides. The room is
filled with diplomats in suits and U.E.O. personnel from a plethora of ships
decked out in the crispest, finest dress whites. In the center of the room is a
small assemblage of chairs and a podium beyond. Everyone is filtering in from the
dinner, which ended a half hour ago.

Captain Anya Dvorak and Commander Ronan Dyson, both in dress whites, step into our
view, pausing a moment as people filter in from behind. Dvorak is impatiently
adjusting her collar as Dyson scans the floor, absorbing the scene.

DVORAK
I want to be an admiral. Then I could skip these fancy dress parades.

DYSON
Actually, you'd probably have to attend more of them.
(off Dvorak's questioning glance)
You only get out of stuff if you're the secretary general's old friend.

DVORAK
On the ship I'd have to lock you in the brig for insubordination.
(a sly smile)
Lucky we're not on the ship.
(a beat)
Seriously though, if everyone would waste less time on politicking, more would get
done.

DYSON
True. You could tell Hitchcock when you see her.
(Dvorak giggles off screen and Dyson adjusts his hat)
Courage Anya. It's smile time.

Dvorak shoots him a look that would have struck down Caesar's best men on the spot
as they proceed off screen.

NEW ANGLE ON DVORAK AND DYSON

As Hitchcock spots them and walks over, a couple black suited diplomats trailing.

HITCHCOCK
Captain Dvorak, Commander Dyson, I'd like to introduce you to Robert York and
Charles Simms, senators from the Free Irish Republic.

York is tall, in his mid fifties, and his face is gentle but his mouth expressive
and firm. Simms is about thirty-two, six feet, blonde and energetic. Both speak
with Irish accents, and the four trade handshakes while Hitchcock looks on.

YORK
Ms. Dvorak, Mr. Dyson. Of seaShark?

DVORAK
(glancing at Hitchcock - she gets a "yes" nod)
Yes, Mr. Work. I'm currently the C.O., under the supervision of Rear Admiral Leia
Davis.

HITCHCOCK
(clearing her throat)
Actually, that's vice admiral now Anya.

Dvorak shoots Hitchcock a very hostile glance, which is ignored. Dyson puts his
hand on Dvorak's shoulder to calm her.

DVORAK
My mistake. Vice Admiral Leia Davis.

SIMMS
Your lieutenants did good work in January.

DYSON
(with an acknowledging nod)
Too bad they couldn't prevent the carnage that followed.

SIMMS
Some things are unavoidable. In Ireland, it seems to be death.

DVORAK
(short - she's bored already)
Death is always unavoidable. That's why you try to enjoy life while you have it.

YORK
True enough, Ms. Dvorak. True enough.

DVORAK
(noticing someone)
If you gentlemen will excuse me. . .

SIMMS
(seeing through the show, smiling slightly)
Of course Captain. Of course. It was good to meet you.

YORK
Same here.

Dvorak gives them one final nod and rushes off, Dyson shooting Hitchcock an
apologetic look as all turn to him.

HITCHCOCK
Gentlemen, I'm sorry. . .

YORK
Think nothing of it. She's a soldier playing politics - necessary but not fun.

DYSON
You sound like you speak from experience.

YORK
(sadly)
I do Mr. Dyson. I do.
(a beat)
But, now, tell me more about these lieutenants of yours.
EXT. JONATHAN FORD MEMORIAL HALL

We are looking down on the building through a set of crosshairs. Pull back to
reveal Jeopardy, grim-faced, sizing up the security around the building.

JEOPARDY'S POV

His eyes trail from the pairs of guards, all in U.E.O. Security uniforms and
carrying powerful laser rifles, laser pistols strapped to their hips. After sizing
up three teams of guards, his eyes rest on a strange pair, both armed with
holstered laser pistols, in regular U.E.O. duty uniforms. As his gaze follows
them, we realize they are Wilmette and Catherwright, making rounds around the
building lazily but alert.

NEW ANGLE WILMETTE AND CATHERWRIGHT

They stroll along the sidewalk, about to make a turn leading them by the back of
the building. They seem to have been walking for awhile as they turn the corner
without much thought.

WILMETTE
You have this all planned out, don't you?

CATHERWRIGHT
I want to make head of security before I'm thirty, and, if I have a choice, it'll
be on seaShark.

WILMETTE
What about your family? You don't mention them much.

CATHERWRIGHT
No, I don't.
(off his look)
Mom was an alcoholic.

WILMETTE
You told me. She died in an accident, didn't she?

CATHERWRIGHT
(somber and reflective)
One day when I was ten and at school, she got hammered. Decided to pour herself
another. It was a mix, but it came out to about eighty-two proof, or at least
that's what the medical reports said. Well, from everyone's best guess, she ran
out and had to mix a new bottle, except she was too drunk to really read the
labels. She thought the rat poison was something else, so she emptied the bottle
in her wine. I found her when I got home.

WILMETTE
(clasping her shoulder tenderly)
I'm sorry. I doubt it means that much now, but I am.

CATHERWRIGHT
Actually, it's nice James. No one ever says "sorry" anymore.
(she looks into his eyes)
I don't have to tell you that.

WILMETTE
No. You don't.

The silence hangs in the air a moment.

CATHERWRIGHT
(carefully)
May I ask about your family?

WILMETTE
My family?
(a chuckle)
That's a story.

CATHERWRIGHT
Bad?

WILMETTE
And good. A little of both.
(taking a deep breath)
You want me to start at the Incident?

CATHERWRIGHT
(shrugging)
You don't have to start anywhere if you don't want to.

WILMETTE
No. I should talk about it. God knows I don't.
(pursing his lips)
My family. Let's see.
(after a few seconds)
Well, my parents live in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I call them once in a while, and
we get along O.K., though I don't think either of them is quite sure what to make
of me. They're good people and I love them, but. . .well, their son is the perhaps
the most controversial disgraced captain in U.E.O. history. Who can blame them?

Catherwright nods, listening carefully.

WILMETTE
I have two brothers and a sister. I haven't spoken with them since we all had a
big fight right after the Incident.

CATHERWRIGHT
Did they judge you?

WILMETTE
Somewhat, but mostly they were thinking of themselves. There's not a lot of love
lost between them and me. When I was famous I think they got a little too used to
using the name "Wilmette." You've said it before - that name did once carry a lot
of weight with it. So, when I decided to stay in the U.E.O. and was allowed to, I
got blasted for it. Jayne, my sister, especially told me that I was "going to
really hurt mom and dad" even though they did support me through the whole mess
when I told them why. Mom even said she was pleased and proud that I was building
a new life in my crew's name and legacy. That answer your question?

CATHERWRIGHT
Mostly, yes. They're fools. They have no idea what they lost. . .

Catherwright's voice trails off as she freezes, her gaze fixed in front and above
her.

WILMETTE
Mel? You O.K.?

Catherwright steps forward, almost jogging, pulling her sidearm as she approaches
the side of the hall, looking up at the roof of the U.E.O. warehouse behind and
across.

CATHERWRIGHT
Did you see that?

WILMETTE
(unconcerned)
See what?

CATHERWRIGHT
Someone was up there. They were dressed in black and I thought I saw them carrying
a rifle.

WILMETTE
U.E.O. Security?

CATHERWRIGHT
(shooting him a dirty look)
Do you think I'd be so concerned about U.E.O. Security?

WILMETTE
(slightly deflated)
Good point.
(as Catherwright begins to climb a nearby ladder to the roof of the warehouse)
What are you doing?

CATHERWRIGHT
My job.

As she gets about halfway up the ladder, Wilmette puts his hand on a rung, putting
his foot on another rung.

WILMETTE
(whispering)
Mel! Get back here! We should call. . .

CATHERWRIGHT
(a low growl)
Shut up!

Wilmette sighs, begins to clamor up the ladder right behind her.

EXT. WAREHOUSE ROOF

Catherwright has dropped low, scanning the roof with her laser when Wilmette
arrives on the gravelly surface, drawing his laser, moving close to Catherwright.
Everything is silent.

WILMETTE
(whispering)
Now what?
Suddenly, their heads snap up as they hear the unmistakable sound of gravel
roofing crunching under someone's boot. Catherwright signals for Wilmette to
follow her as she slinks forward quickly and carefully.

Catherwright arrives at the edge of a large air-conditioning unit, and she and
Wilmette flatten themselves against the wall, lasers ready. After a few seconds
Catherwright nods and turns the corner, laser up, Wilmette right behind.

There is the sound of a fist against flesh as Catherwright falls, her laser going
off straight into the air. Wilmette watches her, then fires as Jeopardy sends him
flying in an offensive ramming maneuver that would make any football coach proud.

Jeopardy, silhouetted in the light, his rifle slung over his shoulder, lifts a
laser pistol of U.E.O. issue and prepares to shoot Wilmette in the head as
Catherwright raises herself on one leg, firing at him. Jeopardy fires and the
shots miss as Wilmette pulls himself up at the last millisecond. Jeopardy suddenly
turns, going over the side at the ladder.

CATHERWRIGHT
You all right James?

WILMETTE
(groaning)
Fine. You?

CATHERWRIGHT
(rising to her feet)
Just wanting to cut that bastard down.

Wilmette bounds after Catherwright as she races to the ladder, firing a couple
shots as Jeopardy sprints away at a noticeably high speed.

EXT. JONATHAN FORD MEMORIAL HALL

Catherwright slides down the ladder, grunting after hitting the ground. She spots
Jeopardy running towards the coastline and pursues, Wilmette lagging behind in a
jog.

EXT. U.E.O. HEADQUARTERS - MAIN BERTHS

Jeopardy, barely winded, sprints past a few assorted crates and cargo containers,
ducking behind one, laser covering Catherwright's only approach.

EXT. U.E.O. HEADQUARTERS - MAIN BERTHS - NEW ANGLE

Catherwright arrives at the edge of the cement docks, coming to a stop, panting.
Wilmette arrives just behind, panting even more.

WILMETTE
(out of breath)
I'm getting too old for this crap.
(a beat)
Did you lose him?

CATHERWRIGHT
(quietly)
Not unless he went in the water.
(carefully stepping forward)
Check down a little way, would you?

WILMETTE
(glancing down the dock)
Sure.

As he walks off, Catherwright scans the multitude of crates lining the end of the
docks, her laser ready. She carefully approaches Jeopardy's crate.

ANGLE ON JEOPARDY

Sensing Catherwright's approach, laser ready.

ANGLE ON CATHERWRIGHT

She is standing next to Jeopardy's crate as she rounds the corner, coming face to
face with Jeopardy who fires a blast which grazes her shoulder as she throws
herself to the ground, firing wildly.

ANGLE ON WILMETTE

Inspecting the far docks, turning as he hears the weapons fire.

WILMETTE
(a whisper)
Melissa!

He begins jogging towards Catherwright's position.

EXT. U.E.O. HEADQUARTERS - MAIN BERTHS

Catherwright dodges Jeopardy's shots, pulls herself up. She holds her breath as
she steels herself, aiming at Jeopardy's chest. She fires a shot and he clutches
his lower ribcage, stumbling backwards, dropping his rifle and pistol. As Wilmette
arrives, Jeopardy falls into the water.

WILMETTE
(rushing to Catherwright)
Are you all right? What happened?

CATHERWRIGHT
(fingering her grazed shoulder)
He was hiding behind one of the crates.
(re: wound)
Barely hit me. I put him down.

WILMETTE
Why do you think he was here?

CATHERWRIGHT
Good question. Probably had to do with the ceremony. Come on. Let's go report it
to security.

WILMETTE
(placing an arm on her shoulder)
Then we'll get you patched up.
(a smile)
Hell of a way to relax.

Catherwright chuckles as they walk over our POV, off screen.

END ACT THREE

ACT FOUR

FADE IN:

EXT. JONATHAN FORD MEMORIAL HALL

The exterior of the hall is tranquil, with the only persons around the security
teams.

INT. MAIN HALL

Davis and Cheyenne are patrolling the hall. Cheyenne holds a small glass of wine
while Davis tries not to look self-conscious as she suspiciously scans the crowds.

CHEYENNE
Calm down Leia. You look like you're going to attack somebody!

DAVIS
I'm nervous.
(off Cheyenne's amused look)
Have you seen any security around?

CHEYENNE
No, which is the idea. Remember the briefing? Katie told us they'd be in civvies.

DAVIS
It still makes me. . .

CHEYENNE
The seemingly light security isn't what's bothering you.

DAVIS
(conceding)
No, it isn't.

CHEYENNE
It's Ronan, isn't it?

DAVIS
(quickly)
And Anya.
(with a sigh)
And Ronan.

CHEYENNE
This afternoon you were telling me that you'd try to build a few bridges. Well,
you can't do that if you're hiding from the cement trucks.

Davis stops in her tracks, fixes Cheyenne with a look, her brow furrowed.

DAVIS
You know Piper, that was probably the dumbest analogy I've heard in my life.

CHEYENNE
Thank you.
(they resume walking)
But you get my point.

DAVIS
I do. I'm just trying to put it off a little. I may look calm, but my nerves are
frazzled beyond the point of no return.

CHEYENNE
Actually, you look like someone who's nerves are frazzled but. . .

DAVIS
Would you stop it! Is this "pick on Leia Davis day?"

CHEYENNE
(cheerful)
Isn't it always?

Davis pauses for a moment, glances over at Hitchcock, who is whispering urgently
with a security guard. Davis and Cheyenne make their way over as the security man
nods and talks into a radio.

DAVIS
What's up?

HITCHCOCK
It seems Mr. Wilmette and Ms. Catherwright found someone running around the
warehouse next door with a .50 cal sniper rifle.

CHEYENNE
A .50 cal? Those things haven't been used for forty years.

DAVIS
Some people still prefer them. They are quite accurate despite their age.
(to Hitchcock)
Did they apprehend the person?

HITCHCOCK
(shakes her head)
Catherwright spotted him. Younger man with a black suit and a duffel for his
rifle. Both lieutenants went on the roof of the warehouse, and he ran. They chased
him to the docks and he shot Catherwright with a laser pistol but not before she
shot him and he fell into the water.

ANGLE ON DOORWAY

Wilmette stands right inside the doorway, his gaze fixed on Hitchcock.
Catherwright, a white bandage visible under a hole in her uniform arm, has taken
position right behind Wilmette, scanning the hall with her gaze.

ANGLE ON DAVIS

Who detaches herself from Hitchcock, motioning for Wilmette to come closer. About
halfway between Hitchcock and the doorway she meets her lieutenants.
DAVIS
Heard there was some trouble.

WILMETTE
(a wry smile)
Nothing I couldn't handle. Actually Mel did most of the work.

CATHERWRIGHT
(coolly)
Got the son of a bitch. He should be laying at the bottom of the Pacific right
now.

WILMETTE
Are we going to stop the party?

HITCHCOCK
(OS)
Not if I have anything to say about it.

Hitchcock, who has joined the party from behind, impassively nods at the two
seaShark lieutenants.

DAVIS
You think that's wise?

HITCHCOCK
We stop the party, they win. Pure and simple.

DAVIS
But. . .

HITCHCOCK
(holding her hand up)
However, I have tripled security. I'm not incompetent enough to not recognize the
threat of anyone that got past security in the first place.
(turning to Wilmette and Catherwright)
Lt. Catherwright, Mr. Wilmette, it seems that you may have saved someone's life
tonight. My thanks.

CATHERWRIGHT
(slightly bowing)
Only doing my job, ma'am.

Wilmette opens his mouth to say something, but Hitchcock cuts in.

HITCHCOCK
I should get back. Don't want anyone to think anything is wrong.

Hitchcock gives Davis a final nod and strides away as the admiral turns back to
her lieutenants.

DAVIS
I want you two to stay put. You deserve a break, even if she didn't say it.

This is mostly to Wilmette, but Catherwright acknowledges it.

CATHERWRIGHT
(fingering her wound)
I can't argue with that.

WILMETTE
(kidding)
We don't have our dress whites.

DAVIS
(shrugging)
Neither do I. Thank Piper Cheyenne for that one.

CATHERWRIGHT
Who?

As Davis launches into an explanation, Wilmette is tapped on the shoulder by

someone off screen.

EASTON
(OS)
I didn't know lieutenants were invited to this little party.

Wilmette whirls around to face Admiral George Easton, in his mid sixties with
white hair and a gruff voice, who is holding a small glass of wine. Wilmette gives
Easton a warm handshake and the admiral grins.

WILMETTE
Unfortunately, I got drafted for it.
(a warm smile)
How are you?

EASTON
Could be better if I wasn't here. I was promised a vacation if I came tonight - I
think they wanted to make a big impression. How have you been?

WILMETTE
I'm working for Section 7 now on the seaShark. The people are good, the pay is
better than anywhere else, and I'm treated fairly well. I've even made a couple
allies.

EASTON
You mean friends?

WILMETTE
Give me time and I might work up enough courage to call them that.
(the silence hangs dead awkwardly for a few seconds)
How's Pearl Harbor?

EASTON
Same old, same old. The monorail system they installed in 2048 hasn't had too many
bugs, and they're going to start working on the Defiant again in a month or so, so
that'll be finally out of my hair sometime soon. It's a great project for getting
money, but the logistical problems of guarding a seaQuest class ship almost exceed
the worth.
(Easton glances over Wilmette's shoulder)
Aw, damn it. It seems Secretary General Hitchcock wants to introduce me to our
newest senators.
(leans closer to Wilmette)
You ask me, they'll be killing each other again in six months.
(giving him a small pat on the shoulder)
Take care James.

As Easton walks off towards Hitchcock, Wilmette watches him go, his face a mask of
turmoil. Catherwright and Davis take position near Wilmette, Catherwright taking
his arm in hers.

CATHERWRIGHT
You O.K.?

WILMETTE
(nods)
I'll be fine. Just difficult.

DAVIS
Did he say anything?

WILMETTE
No. He wouldn't. He's an old friend - was commander of Pearl Harbor during most of
my tenure commanding the Maryland. We spent a lot of nights with a large drink
talking out our demons. Now neither of us knows quite what to say.

CATHERWRIGHT
Want to take a walk?

WILMETTE
Yeah, but alone.
(silencing her protest)
I need some time alone right now.

Catherwright stares into his eyes for a few seconds, then nods.

CATHERWRIGHT
O.K. Go.
(taking his hand)
But get me if you need me.

WILMETTE
Always.

Wilmette proceeds off screen and Catherwright turns to Davis, looking helpless.

CATHERWRIGHT
He gets like this and I can't do a single thing to help him. Will he be all right?

DAVIS
(considering her)
You love him. I mean, you genuinely love him. Don't you?

CATHERWRIGHT
I always had a bit of a crush on him, but when I got to know him it turned into a
lot more.
(sighing)
But sometimes he buries himself in this hole and, as hard as I try, I can't reach
him, no matter what I do.

Davis is silent for a moment, then moves to meet Catherwright's gaze.

DAVIS
Mind a little advice?

CATHERWRIGHT
Not at all. As I've told him, you're about the only one who can reach him in times
like this.

DAVIS
He loves you very much, and he doesn't want to. He's spent the last four years in
self-imposed isolation, and he's gotten used to it because no one can judge him
there. No one can remind him of the crime he has damned himself for. But, if he's
ever going to learn to be human again then he needs someone reminding him how.
That's you. It may seem like he's not listening, but deep down in that grave he's
dug himself is the captain of the Maryland, waiting for a reason to climb out
again. You and I both provide that reason.

Catherwright thoughtfully nods as we

CUT TO DVORAK AND DYSON

Dvorak stands near the refreshments table, sipping a glass of wine when Dyson
joins her.

DVORAK
Did Hitchcock send you?

DYSON
(a chuckle)
I may work for the U.E.O., but I don't hunt friends - I can't afford to. I came to
check on you.

DVORAK
Just bored out of my mind, as usual. Fortunately this is not a duty I'm often
required to carry out. I'm not suited for it.

DYSON
Mr. York would agree with you.

DVORAK
What?

DYSON
When Hitchcock tried to apologize for you, he reminded her that you're a soldier
playing politics. Hinted that he was doing something similar.

DVORAK
(a small laugh)
Well, I guess there's hope for the Free Irish Republic after all.

Dyson picks up a small glass of wine and regards the guests. After a moment, he
chuckles.

DVORAK
What?

DYSON'S POV

Harpur is hovering protectively near Skye, in conversation with her.

DYSON
(OS)
Just thinking about Mr. Harpur and Ms. Skye. It's funny, the way he's standing
over her - almost unconsciously protective.

Harpur finally says something and motions toward the dance floor as Skye beams a
smile and nods approval and they walk off, arm-in-arm.

ANGLE ON DVORAK AND DYSON

DVORAK
I'm surprised Chad hasn't asked her to marry him yet. He's done everything except
make a public profession of love.

DYSON
(thoughtfully)
He respects her too much.

Dvorak frowns, looks at Dyson.

DVORAK
What does that mean?
(Dyson looks away and Dvorak grabs his arm and looks into his eyes)
Ronan, spit it out. Now.

DYSON
(sighs, looking toward the dance floor)
Those two got me thinking.

DVORAK
Leia?

DYSON
As always. I just. . .
(he sighs)
I love her, but not the way I used to. Five months ago I could hardly think
straight because I hurt so much. I lost her and I was so afraid to never get her
back.

DVORAK
Is that why you treat her so badly?

DYSON
I thought I was mad at her, but I was really mad at myself.
(he shrugs)
By the time I figured that out, I realized that she meant more to me as a close
friend than a lover, and I'm afraid that my behavior has ruined even that.
(he shakes his head)
I wish I could ask her to forgive me.

DVORAK
I'm not sure how much I can say I know Leia anymore, but I do know she's not one
to hold a grudge. Why don't you ask her now?

Dyson is silent for a moment, then nods.

DYSON
I will.
(scans the hall)
If I can figure out where she disappeared to.

EXT. JONATHAN FORD MEMORIAL HALL

Wilmette is pacing near the overlook that faces the Pacific Ocean near the front
doors, his hands stuck deep in his pockets, his mind lost in thought. Above us, at
the top of the stairs, one of the glass doors swing open and we pan up to reveal
Davis watching Wilmette, slightly concerned. She silently makes her way down the
steps toward him.

ANGLE ON WILMETTE

Looking away from his, toward the water and the stars above.

DAVIS
(OS)
Beautiful night.

Wilmette slowly turns as she moves to stand next to him on his left.

NEW ANGLE WILMETTE AND DAVIS

Both watching the water and stars.

WILMETTE
Shouldn't you be guarding Hitchcock?

DAVIS
Since you took out that assassin she called a bit more security in. My absence for
a few minutes won't matter.

WILMETTE
You're worried.

DAVIS
I can't help caring about you. You've been my confidant and greatest ally for six
months.

WILMETTE
It's something more than that.
(before she can speak)
I don't need to know or want to know just now. I've always been confident that
you'll tell me in your own time.

DAVIS
Are you O.K.?

WILMETTE
I will be. Seeing George. . .

DAVIS
Admiral Easton was a friend?

WILMETTE
(nods)
And still is, I guess. We spent a lot of time next to a fireplace, talking out our
troubles, our fears. We were friends and confidants, and we're still friends,
though talking is an epic struggle.
(he sighs)
I'm not sure if you understand why.

DAVIS
I do as much as I can. Remember - I was never a captain.

WILMETTE
Commanding officers form a group. You have to become a captain to truly understand
that. You, like it or not, become part of this exclusive club where you can talk
out your problems, vent your frustrations, and everyone understands where you're
coming from because they've probably gone through it themselves. When you're a
commander you wouldn't understand because, in the end, the captain is the guy
who's ultimately responsible for anything that happens. When you're an admiral,
you get let in if you were a captain because you remember what it was like. It
never leaves you, no matter how much you wish it to.

DAVIS
But you don't fit anymore.

WILMETTE
In the end, the Maryland wasn't destroyed because I was a bad captain.

DAVIS
You were a great captain that made a mistake.

WILMETTE
I'm a pariah - that's something uncommon to this group. Usually the kind of
captain who makes the kind of mistake I did is a bad one and is quickly drummed
out. But I'm still here, except I'm a lieutenant, and that means I'm not in the
club anymore. So I don't know what to say and neither do they.

DAVIS
(realizing)
That's why you're so afraid of parties. You're afraid to see those people.

WILMETTE
Most of whom are my former friends.

The air hangs silent for a moment.

DAVIS
Mind a little advice?

WILMETTE
Go ahead.

DAVIS
Before I came out here I had a very nice talk with a certain young woman that
loves you very much.
(Wilmette sheepishly grins, looks away)
I explained to her that you love her too - you just have trouble expressing that.
(she hooks his arm, pulls him toward the stairs)
So, you know what I think?

WILMETTE
I think I know.
DAVIS
I think you should get back in there and show that young lady and all those people
how much you love her.

Wilmette is silent for a few seconds, then gestures toward the hall, his arm still
in Davis'.

WILMETTE
(with a smile)
I think I will.

END ACT FOUR

ACT FIVE

FADE IN:

EXT. JONATHAN FORD MEMORIAL HALL

The music from the band quietly drifts out from the hall.

INT. MAIN HALL

Catherwright stands near the refreshment table looking a bit dejected when a hand
appears on her shoulder and spins her around. Her face lights up as she faces
Wilmette, his hands on her shoulders.

WILMETTE
Give me a hug.

She takes him into her arms. After a moment, he moves to kiss her.

WILMETTE
Know what?

CATHERWRIGHT
What?

WILMETTE
I love you. I'll love you until the end of the world.

Before she can say anything, his lips meet hers.

ANGLE ON DAVIS

Leaning over the railing on the second floor.

LEIA'S POV

We see Wilmette and Catherwright still locked in a kiss.

CLOSE ON DAVIS

Her lips turn upward in a sunny grin. As she watches the two, a figure in dress
whites appears to lean next to her.

DYSON
(OS)
I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL DYSON

Davis turns and raises an eyebrow.

DAVIS
What's on your mind?

DYSON
I've been rather insolent lately. I. . .
(he chuckles)
I wanted to apologize.

DAVIS
(half interested)
What brought this on?

DYSON
(nodding towards the floor)
Those two.

DYSON'S POV

Harpur and Skye are dancing in the middle of the light crowd of dancers on the
floor, lost in their own world.

DYSON
(OS)
They got me thinking.

ANGLE ON DAVIS AND DYSON

DAVIS
We'll never work out. We both know that.

DYSON
(nods)
We're more like friends than anything else.

DAVIS
(pointedly)
When you aren't treating me like dirt.

Dyson abashedly looks away, and Davis places a gentle hand on his shoulder.

DAVIS
You were being human. I don't hold that against people.
(smiles)
We're even.

DYSON
(extending his hand)
Friends?

DAVIS
(taking Dyson's hand and firmly shaking it)
Friends.
The song the band is playing ends and Dyson places a hand on Davis' shoulder.

DYSON
Should we seal this friendship with a dance, Vice Admiral Davis?

DAVIS
(taking his arm)
It would be a pleasure, Commander Dyson.

The couple makes their way toward the stairs.

NEW ANGLE ON DAVIS AND DYSON

As they emerge on the lower level of the stairwell.

DYSON
(re: dress)
Pardon my asking, but what are you doing wearing that?

DAVIS
(a chuckle)
You know, I've been asking myself that very question since I arrived. I'm here as
one of Katie Hitchcock's personal bodyguards.

DYSON
(surprised and pleased)
She finally got through to you? I was wondering how long it was going to take.
(a sidelong glance)
And the dress?

The couple steps onto the dance floor.

DAVIS
My dear friend Commander Cheyenne's idea of a joke.

DYSON
(laughs)
Piper did this to you? How are you going to get her back?

DAVIS
(an evil grin)
I'll find a way. I've never been this embarrassed in my life, and what goes around
comes around.
(a beat)
Shall we?

Davis and Dyson assume a dancing position as Robbie Williams' "She's The One"
fades up. After a few seconds the band's opening bars are replaced by Williams'
singing as Davis and Dyson begin to dance, looking deeply into each other's eyes.

I was her she was me

We were one we were free
And if there's somebody calling me on
She's the one

ANGLE ON HARPUR AND SKYE

Still in their own little world, the dance floor becoming a bit more crowded next
to them.

We were young we were wrong

We were fine all along
If there's somebody calling me on
She's the one

ANGLE ON WILMETTE AND CATHERWRIGHT

As she leans toward him, he kisses her on the lips.

When you get to where you want to go

And you know the things you wanna know
You're smiling

ANGLE ON DAVIS AND DYSON

When you said what you wanna say

And you know the way you wanna play yeah
You'll be so high you'll be flying

ANGLE ON WILMETTE AND CATHERWRIGHT

Wilmette mouths "I love you" and Catherwright mouths "I love you too."

Though the sea will be strong

I know we'll carry on
'Cos if there's somebody calling me on
She's the one

ANGLE ON DAVIS AND DYSON

Looking as if they're in heaven.

If there's somebody calling me on

She's the one

FADE TO BLACK

THE END

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