Act I Scene 1
Brian Phillips sits at a cafe nursing a cup of coffee. Brian is a darkly handsome man in his early thirties; he seems warn and wears a scruffy stubble look. He wears dark casual clothing but does not look any less dangerous.
He looks outside; it is cold, wet and grey, he sees people shielding themselves from the New York cold. He looks down at his coffee thoughtfully.
His phone rings, he takes it out of his pocket, squints at the screen and picks up.
Hello, who’s this
In a mild Boston accent.
Cuts to man on the other line, he is a heavy set man wearing sunglasses and a short sleeve shirt. He is walking through a hot, bustling Middle Eastern market place.
Brian, its Warlow. Sorry about the anonymity but the signal out here is a bitch so I’m gonna keep it short an’ sweet.
Stops in a dusty alleyway, clears his throat.
It’s been confirmed, I’m not sure when though
You’ll probably get official word from the top but I just came from the meeting, shit is hitting the fan.
Cuts to Brian, takes in information, he is unfazed as if he was expecting the news.
Cuts to Warlow he is now taking out a cigarette from a packet puts it into his mouth, searches for lighter.
Well, uhm I don’t need to tell you to keep this to yourself they’ve literally just told the president.
You still with me kid?
Cuts to Brian, he has taken out his wallet and leaves money on the table.
Yeah, I’m still with yah, so when do I get my clearance
Swiftly puts on his jacket, nods at the waitress and heads out the door to the cold outside on a semi empty Brooklyn Street. He hails a cab, it stops
Cuts to Warlow now smoking, he furrows his brows and takes the cigarette out of his mouth and blows out the smoke thoughtfully.
Look kid, uh...don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t have to do this. I...
...I know you’ve been wrapped up in your own shit storm recently, and uh...
Brian (Cuts him off)
Look thanks mark, but I’m fine, I told you I was fine, I told the damn military appointed shrink I was fine I told my mom I was fine just let me do what I know, you know I’m the best you got.
Warlow scratches his head, and nods while saying
OK fine, but if you come back in a box I’m the one who has to tell your mom and pay for an overpriced black suit.
Brian smiles a knowing smile
Well in that case i'll have to put in a word for my tailor in Boston then.
Warlow takes cigarette out of his mouth and chuckles,
OK get your shit together, be at JFK in 2 hours I’ll see you here in about 9, where I can securely brief you on whets happening
Ok see you then,
Brian, wait...uh tell your mom why don’t yah’... you know she’ll worry.
Brian sighs, but nods, pays taxi man and gets out of cab, starts to walk a little bit and climbs stairs to apartment while opening door
Ok I will Warlow, Bye
Cuts to Warlow, with a worried expression
OK, bye kid
Brian hangs up phone.
Act I Scene 2
Brian takes out keys and opens door to his apartment, it’s kind of big and tidy with a lot of books, he has a picture of a young man in an army photo pictured with him he drops his keys in the bowel, looks at the picture frame moves his hand across it tenderly, thinks for a second. He then suddenly comes back to reality and takes his jacket off. He turns on the Monday night football highlights goes into the kitchen to get a beer, a cat climbs up onto the counter he strokes it tenderly
(To the cat)
Cat purrs, Brian lovingly strokes it goes into the cabinet takes out cat food, pours it into bowel and places on the ground, cat goes to eat it strokes it one more time before leaving
Cuts to him turning on shower, topless he has marks and scars all over his body he looks at himself in the mirror touches the dog tag around his neck, then turns away in disgust almost
Cuts to him coming out of bedroom with semi wet hair he is wearing a white shirt suit pants with dress shoes, he has shaved and looks sharp gets the phone sits down sighs and dials a number, it rings
Hey, its Julie can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.
Hey mom its Brian... uh
Just to uh, tell you I’ve been called away and I’ll call you when I know more, I love you bye.
Cuts to him all ready with combed hair, puts on a coat over his suit picks up his bag, writes a note, gives one last look at his apartment sighs longingly and heads out, he sticks the note onto the door of the apartment opposite
Its Brian from 12B, I’m gonna be away for a while please feed the cat.
Brian walks out into the street and hails a cab it stops he climbs in.
Where to mister
(Looking up) JFK please.