DEAD DAYS
1
Rehab facility outside of Santa Barbara. Mila steps out of the shadows; some huge sunglasses are covering her face. She is a small woman, but her skin is pale, and she has bitten her lips really hard. Her long, curly, red hair is in a ponytail. The black shirt is too long, she could wear it as a dress, if she wouldn´t wear some shattered jeans. With huge steps she walks towards the blue SUV, which has just arrived at the parking spot. She smacks her leather back in the trunk and gets into the rear seat a cloth bag besides her.
Mac: Hello
Mila: Did you get everything out of the house?
Mac nods. Mila starts to look outside of her window.
Mac: We would like to meet on Mondays, to talks about the upcoming record and thinking about, what we´re going to do next. Are you in?
Mila: I wrote some lines, but nothing really concrete. She looks back at Mac. I want this to work this time. And yes, I´m in. But maybe, we should rush this time.
Mac keeps on driving. Something is bothering him, he looks throw the mirror at Mila, she looks outside of the window again.
Mac: Mila. She turns her face at him. At some point, she has taken her sunglasses down. She wears no make-up. Mila, are you still mad at us, for taking you in?
Mila: Why are you asking?
Mac: I have read something about addict, only getting clean, if they are ready to accept their he inhales sharply disability.
Mila: Disability?
Mac: That´s probably not the right word. But look, I´m not really into this thing.
Mila looks at him with a straight face.
Mila: Mac, I am a fucking addict. This is no disability; this is an illness. And I needed help. You did right on putting me in. But I´m not going to talk about it. Not with you. Besides, I just want to survive the first week in freedom, before I´m going to make a statement about me being sober or something like that. OK?
Mac nods. He stops looking into the mirror at her. Mila looks back at the window. A single tear is falling down her face.
After half-an hour driving, they are reaching their destination. Mila´s home
They are arriving the parking lot in front of a bungalow at the sea site. Mac turns off the engine and turns around towards Mila.
Mac: Well, here we are. But Mila, listen, you mustn´t go throw that alone, O.K.? You can always call me.
Mila: Yeah, we´ll see. Where is Fred?
Mac: I don´t know. We will come tomorrow, O.K.?
Mila steps out of the SUV, but she still looks inside, towards Mac. A Volvo is coming with high speed towards the lot, it stops with squealing tires right beyond the SUV. As Mila closes the rear door, Mac opens his door and he steps outside and a pale man, with a brown beard, and long brown greasy hair steps also out of his car. He smiles at Mila.
Kevin: Mila, I´ve heard that you’re out.
Mila takes some steps back. Mac has arrived on the backside of his SUV. He puts himself between Mila and Kevin.
Mac: You better leave.
Kevin: Come on, easy man. I just want to talk to my girlfriend. I mean, she just out of prison. He smiles and shows some dirty teeth.
Mila: We broke up at that exact moment, you tried to kill me with your car. She walks towards the front door.
Kevin: Mila, Mila Baby As he speaks, he tries to get besides Mac. But Mac is able to hold him back. Come on, it was just a joke.
Mila turns around, right in the doorway.
Mila: A Joke? So, it is funny for you, first to give me something I don´t know and then to drive like a suicide squad member and then to yell at me and screaming at me, that you´re going to kill us? That´s no Joke for me!
She walks two steps inside and slams the door beyond her.
Mac: You better leave. He pushes Kevin and walks towards his trunk.
Kevin: Now yelling. You fucking moron don´t tell me, what I should do. He tries again to walk pass Mac towards the front door, but Mac is able to hold him back.
Mac: Close on Kevin’s ear: You better listen, because I´m not going to repeat that: You´ll leave Mila alone or Fred, Jaeden and I are going to make sure, that you´ll never be able to get to her again. Do you get me? He pushes Kevin back.
Kevin looks at him, then he walks some steps back to his Volvo. He points a finger at Mac.
Kevin: This is not over! As he starts yelling, he looks towards the front door. This is not over! You belong to me! I Own you!
With too much strengths, he pulls the car door open and slams himself into it. Again, with squealing tires he droves away. Mac watches him doing it. After Kevin has driven away, he pulls out Mila´s leather bag from the trunk and carries it over to the front door. He just left it there. He walks back to the SUV and drives away. As the car is out of sign, Mila opens the door and pulls the leather bag in.
She smacks the leather bag at the wall to her right side and walks beside it towards the open room, the cloth bag is around her hips. The first floor of Mila´s house is just one huge room. Only the kitchen area on her right-hand side is separated to the entrance by a high cupboard. There is a huge window front right on the opposite of her. Infront of it, there are on the left side some huge couches and a dining table for six persons on the right-hand site. The main colors are black, white and red. She walks besides the high cupboard into the kitchen area. She opens the huge fridge, just to close it right away. Then she turns around and starts the coffee machine. While the coffee machine makes some noises, she walks towards the dining table. Someone has put the envelopes, newspaper and some small packages on it, beside some flowers and an ashtray. She looks at them, touches some of the packages, then she starts to look for something in the cloth bag, which she has finally put onto one of the chairs. Finally, she pulls out a package of cigarettes and a phone. She lights up a cigarette and inhales, slowly. She puts her phone on the table, the cigarette besides it, that it won´t fall to the ground, but also not burn the table, she ignores the ashtray. Then she turns back towards the kitchen area. After some noises she returns. The cigarette has reached the table and burned something. She got a coffee mug in her hand and a waste paper in bin. She starts to sort the envelopes, inhales her cigarette and drinks coffee. She throws into the waste paper bin the newspapers, the packages and some of the envelopes. After that, she sorts the rest. To her left-hand side, she puts white envelopes with a small violet rose, right in front of her, she puts some envelopes with company names on it, on her left-hand site are small white envelopes.
She pushes the envelopes with the company name towards the middle of the table. The small white envelopes are putting into her jeans pocket. She looks at the other envelopes. The violet rose is at the same place on every envelope, her full name (Amelia Gina Smith) is written by a computer right in the middle. There is nothing else on the envelope. No stamp, no returning address, no sign of anybody. She takes her phone, takes a picture and left the room.
The camera is still filming, as the light go out. Something or someone is moving in the dark outside.
2
The next morning. The camera is still filming the dining table with the envelopes and the empty coffee mug. A young man is coming in. He wears a colorful suit with a brown bow tie. He looks really young. He takes a look around and stops at the dining table, looks at the envelopes, moves them, then he turns around towards the front door. From the upper floor are coming some guitar sounds.
Max: Mila? Where are you? Good morning Sunshine, a new day a new life?
Mila: from the upper floor Hey Maxi, how are you?
She runs downstairs and hugs Maxi really fast. Afterwards she takes two steps back. She wears a huge white shirt, with a unicorn upon it. The unicorns shit a rainbow.
Max: You have sent me a picture of the new envelops! Why are you asking. I was curious and worried about you! I´ve tried to come yesterday but everybody is driving crazy about you being out of rehab. I had to call your bandmates and some reporters have called and all of this stuff. And now as your healthy, you can go out there. And…
Mila: Stop! Mac should have called them. And why did you have to talk to reporters? She walks towards the kitchen area. And puts out a new coffee mug. Want some?
Max: He scows This is my job, Mila. I am responsible for everything, that anybody knows about you. I am the man, which has to take care of things like this. But don´t worry.
Now Mila scows: Don´t worry? I don´t want you to talk to reporters about me. Why did they call you anyway?
Max: Because someone has leaked photos of you leaving the rehab to the press.
Mila: Someone?
Max: Maybe there was a reporter, or someone of the facility stuff has taken them or so He takes a coffee mug from Mila. Don´t worry.
Mila: Don´t worry. That´s all you can say. Don´t worry. Where´s Fred?
Max: I don´t know. I don´t know everything, you know.
Mila towards the huge windows. What did you tell the reporters?
Max: Only, that you´re out and that you´re ready to work on some new stuff. Hey, can you turn on the television?
Mila: Why?
Max: They are talking about you on `Good morning America`
She walks over to the couches and puts on the huge television.
Reporter 1: “Superstar Mila is out of Rehab. These Pictures are showing her yesterday as she leaves the rehab. As we have already reported; Mila was arrested, as she has been nearly killed in a car accident…”
Max changes the channel.
Reporter 2 “... not known until now is, if she can return to Milestone. The manager of Milestone has said to us yesterday, that the important thing for Mila is it to stay clean and then to return to Milestone.
Mila’s face grows darker.
Mila: What did she just said? I am out of Milestone?
Max: No, no. You must have missed something. You´re of course not out of Milestone. He tries to grin, but as he looks at the television, his grins fade.
Reporter 2: “Even Kevin, Mila´s Boyfriend, has heart of the great news.”
Mila: My Boyfriend? MAX, she looks angry at Max. Why are these Morons saying, that I´m with Kevin?
Max: Well, they have asked. And I´ve said, that you´re in a relationship. How should I know, that they thought of Kevin?
Mila: Because it´s your fucking job! She screams at him. Max drops the coffee mug, and he walks some steps backwards. You have not only talked to reporters about me, you have also told them, that I´m out, that I´m not really clean and then you have suggested, that I´m back in with Kevin?
Max: Well, maybe not I have made this, but Mac did? He tries to smile, but Mila just walks and looks angry at him. As she reached him, she says with deathly silent voice
Mila: Mac would never talk shit about me in public. He talks to me about it. You´re the reason, some people are thinking, that I have to leave Milestone. She yells at him BECAUSE YOU ACTUALLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT MILESTONE, she pushes him towards the front door. YOU ONLY CARE, IF YOU CAN MAKE MONEY OUT OF IT. HOW MUCH DID YOU GET FOR THESE PICTURES?
They are reaching the front door, Max opens it. And runs outside. Mila slams the door. The television is still hearable, they are now talking about some baby cats. Heavily breathing she stand there. Her face is still angry. She hits against the door. She screams, she hits and it doesn´t seem, like she is going to stop. But as she falls to the floor, she stops breathing. For a few seconds, she doesn´t breath and she doesn´t moves. She´s just lying there. Slowly she stands up. She walks over to the kitchen area. Opens the kitchen cabinet under the sink and pulls out all of the bottles. After that she walks over to the cabinet above the coffee machine and smacks all of the cubs on the ground.
A door is opening in closing. Footsteps are approaching, as Mila looks around in the kitchen, confused and angry.
Mac and another man are standing in the hallway. And looking around.
Fred: Hey Mila, are you remodeling?
Mac is looking at the man.
Mac: Seriously? She has destroyed the walls in the hallway over here, and now she is destroying her kitchen. And you believe, that she is remodeling?
Fred grins at Mac.
Fred: No, I don´t believe that. But Mila´s about do get really drunk. And then you will have a problem!
Mila: NO! NO! NO! Mac hasn´t got a problem! You! She points at Fred You are my fucking problem.
Fred: I am guilty as charged! What have I done?
Mila: You´re kicking me out? And you´re too afraid, to tell it to me? GET OUT OF MY WAY! She pushes Fred out of her way. Do you know what haunts me? When I get into that hell house, you told me, that you will wait. Why didn´t you wait?
She walks towards the backdoors. And opens it, harder, than it should be.
Fred: What do you mean?
As Mila walks outside, Fred follows her. But Mac stays where he is. He looks around and shakes his head. Then he pulls out his phone and takes some pictures. You can see Mila and Fred in the backyard. Mila pushes around some flower’s pots.
Fred: What the fuck is this? MILA! He takes some huge steps towards Mila and holds her at her shoulders. Can you please stop? What the fuck is going on?
Mila tries to escape his hard grip. But Fred only shakes her.
Fred: What do you mean?
Mila: (Still screaming) You´re about to kick me out of the band. That´s the reason, why you´d come here today. That´s all you´ve ever wanted. You and Thorny. And…
As Fred released her, with a shocked face, Mila falls to the ground.
Fred: Where did you get this? Who told you this crap?
Mila: I´ve heard it on the television.
Mac comes to the door. Mac: No one wants to kick you out. As long, as you stay clean, you´re in. And don´t believe in the crap they say on TV.
Mila: But Thorny…
Mac: Thorny is my problem.
Fred: Mila! He talks softly and tries to touch her again. She leans against his shoulders. Tears are falling down and she hugs Fred.
Mac: Besides, don´t you remember, what I told you yesterday? We are meeting on Monday. No one really wants to get you out.
Fred and Mila are still lying close on the ground outside. Mac walks inside.
Mac: What are you waiting for. Come inside. And give me the shit.
They both get up. Fred walks over to the coffee machine.
While Mila walks over to the couch. Letting herself fall, she pulls her knees to herself.
Fred: What now? ´Shall we still leave? Or is it all right if I stay? As he looks around the kitchen, he can see a coffee mug in the sink. He takes it and makes himself a Coffee.
Mila: I wrote a little bit during the rehab. In the first week all I was thinking about getting out and get drunk again. She smiles a little. Stands up and walks to the leather bag, which stills lies next to the kitchen counter. She puts out a black notebook and walks to Fred.
Mila: Read this. I kind of still like it.
She opens the book and gives it over to Fred. He takes it and starts to smile.
Last Drink Let´s face it, the night is over, Only a couple thing left to do And I don´t want to stay here, I don´t want to go alone Let this be a promise Let this drink be so much more Let it be a promise, Let it be a night This was a great time, a better place I just don´t want to leave without you Please promise me this night Please don´t remind me of tomorrow Don´t let our dance be over, Don´t let the promise off our time end
Fred: This is what I hoped for. You at the lowest point are still the best. He smiles at her. How do you hear it?
Mila: Like a dirty rock song. Deep bass, fast guitar parts. I don´t really know. Will you help me?
She sits again on the couch and looks at him with open eyes.
Mac has left the room. He is upstairs, you hear him walking around.
Fred: Of course. He walks over towards her. She moves closer to him. They are both looking into the book. Fred starts tapping with his right leg a slow beat. His left hand starts tapping dripple the time on the back of the book. Mila starts singing.
Mila: oooohhhh, let´s face it. She stops and waits for foot taps before she sings again. This night is over, this will be our last dink. Her voice gets deeper. Just one thing left to do. Just one thing I want to try with you. She stops. I know it now. E- Moll at the beginning. FUCK where´s my guitar? She stands up fast and runs upstairs. Mac!! Mac!! Where is my guitar.
Mac: Of which one are you talking. Fred laughs a little. He hears the rumble from upstairs. Mila walks around keeps on describing an old acoustic guitar to Mac.
Fred flips throw the book. A photograph falls down. He takes it up.
A boy and a girl, about eight years old, are sitting under a tree. She has a guitar in her hands. Her red curly hair is wild and open. The boy has a scar on his forehead, his hair has the exact same color as the girls one. They are both laughing about something they see. Fred turns the photograph around. Amalia and Alexander, Summer 2004. Stands there. Mila and Mac are running back down. She holds an old acoustic guitar in her hand
Mila: Found it. Her smile stops as she sees the picture. Where did you find it? Mac walks over to the kitchen area and looks around. He looks at the envelopes on the table, and takes one or two of the up. He looks a little confused, as he turns them over. His face grows darker, as he looks at the others on the table. he looks at Mila and Fred standing together, then he puts them into his jacket.
Fred: It fell out of the book. Who is Alexander?
Mila: My brother. He… She stops. Anger, Fear, pain and grief are in her face. He died a few days after this picture. I …Again she stops. I couldn´t … I didn´t want to…. I played and played and the I met you.
Fred: He was the reason why you always played. Mila nods.
Mila: It was an accident. She walks to the couch. The guitar still in her hands. She takes the book with one hand and put it on her legs. With the other hand she still holds the guitar. She opens the book on a page before the last one.
Would you save my world? Even with all the blank spaces, you can´t read Could I call you home? Even if you´re the only color I see? Can you see me? Through the dust Can you see through the darkness? And all the colors that I am All the colors that I get Are nothing, if I can´t see yours
The letters are written by a child.
Mila: I wrote it after he died. He was everything for me. When I had a fight with my mum he was there, when I had an idea, he helped me. Because of him I wrote Saviors. He was my savior.
A noise from the stairway, Mila turns around. Fred looks angry at Mac.
Mac: I´m sorry, I have to go.
Mila: Bye.
She puts the book under one arm and tries to moves away the tears, which has run down her face with the other hand
Fred: I will stay a bit. Can you take me back, if I call you later?
Mac: Sure thing.
He looks at Mila and Fred. Mila has turned away, the guitar in one hand, the book under her arm. Fred stands in front of her. That Mac could reach her. As Ma´s walk out the door, Fred turns around. He puts his arms around her hips, and his mouth close to her ear.
Fred: If I wouldn´t be gay, no man would ever look at you, like Mac used to do. Mila screams a little, drops the guitar and turns around to him and says: You are my brother, why would I allow you to touch me? She tries to hit him with a book. Fred simply laughs and takes the book away. He runs towards the kitchen part. Mila follows him – Barefoot. A second before she reaches even the dirty ground, Fred stops her, and carries her under one arm toward the couch again. Fred still holds the book. His arm is this time around her shoulder, she leans against him and they are looking together into the book. Mila, small, wild hairs, and Fred, huge with his hair in a wild ponytail.
In the book, Mila has used different colors and some smaller drawings are aside of the lines.
Fred: This one is good. Are there more …
He turns the page. A picture of Mila, Fred and two other guys smiling into the camera lies between the pages. Fred looks for a second on it, then he turns again the page. Another song, some guitar notes are on this page.
Bring me the light Don´t let me suffer here alone Please carry on, Don´t stop, ´cause you´re the light I need Come and join me here Come sit beside me at this time You´re more than any other can see You´re more than I can reach I´ve tried to follow I´ve tried to let your in But as you leave I´m strapped in the shadows And now I´m in the after life After you and I am lying here alone You were my light, you made the shadows rest
Mila: I wrote this in the hospital. After…. Fred nods and takes a seat on a black cajon.
Fred: I think for colors we should start with a slow beat and a double beat.
Mila: I don´t know if we shouldn´t start with a piano. I mean it´s about losing your own faith
Fred: you don´t lose your faith, your finding new colors, but…
Mila: Hell yeah, I´m losing it, I mean, `try to find a blank space´ this isn´t like, show me a new me, this is, I´m washing out myself, covering up, whatever used to be there
Fred: … but for finding new colors, you need to cover, it´s like a try to look for new hope. Let’s start with a double beat, and a slower guitar part above it, he starts hitting the box, the downbeat slowly, and the upbeat in between [downbeat 4/4] [upbeat 3/4]. Mila starts on a F#min, from above down, following the lead of the upbeat,
Fred: let´s take it slower, not a 100, rather a 79 They continue, after a while, Mila starts singing,
Mila: Can I repaint?/ Can I get it back?/ All the shadows all the dark/ Let´s washed it away/I want my colors back,/ I want it all,/ Can I get it back?/ Can I recall the way I used to be?/ If all the colors I am, are washed away?/ If all the colors I am, aren´t…
She stops, looks to the ground. As she inhales sharply.
Fred: I always wondered, why you don´t sing anymore. Why did you stop?
Mila: I … I don´t know. The song was just…
Fred looks at her, he´s waiting for her to say anything
Fred: do you remember, when it was just me and you? We wrote this one song, A warm night and everything changed. And all I want is just to go back and…
He stops. A glimpse of fear is on his face. Mila has tears in her eyes,
Mila: I do remember. We just sad in this backyard, my mum… was just passed out somewhere, and we … A tear is in her eye. This was a better time, but we grove up. Now it´s time to take responsibilities.
Fred laughs.
Fred: What a bullshit. We never do that. And I won´t start now. We should just quit the drugs and the alcohol. But otherwise, I don´t want to grow up. I don’t want to take responsibilities. It´s enough to have the insurance and the monthly stuff. But more? Never!
Mila smiles.
Mila: I heard what you said to Mac, about the AA´s.
Fred: Mila….
Mila: I want to come with you there. Maybe it is for the better, to just… you know.
Fred points outside. Shall we go there, and find a way to avoid responsibilities He says the last word extra long
Mila grins at him, takes her guitar and they both walk outside.
3
Kevin is lying on the ground. Blood is on his forehead. his brown eyes are looking at us. The eyes itself are begging for merci. He tries to speak, but his voice is breaking. with a cough occurring, he says in a low voice cracked: Kevin: Please… hey please his voice breaks again. He is afraid. Slowly he moves his hand, like he is trying to touch the person in front of him. But there is just a cold laughter.
Murderer: Don´t ask for your live. Fight for it. His voice is cold and hard. There are no empathies. In his left hand is a military knife; long, ground on both sides and serrated end. He moves it above the face of Kevin, sometimes he pressed it a bit harder on his face, that blood comes.
Murderer: We are going to have fun.
As the murderer rises from Kevin, he tries to stand up too, but the killer punches him in the face, kick him in the stomach. Kevin grunts, as he falls back on the ground. The killer keeps on hurting Kevin, until you can hear a female scream, a woman appears, tries to hurt the killer, but he simply pushes her aside, the returns to Kevin. The camera is moving, as you see in fading shadows, how Kevin and the woman get killed.
4
Reporter: Another body has been found. The male victim was like the others tortured and left bleeding and dying nearby the Beach Boulevard.
A man with black hairs, a coffee cup and a police badge around his neck. His suit is a little bit too big and has many creases and stains. He tries to walk around the reporters and gets to the crime scene.
Reporter: Detective! Detective! What can you say about the victim? Is he dead yet?
Detective! Do you have any trace of the Backdoor Killer?
As he finely arrives at the yellow mark. His face could get any darker. And he doesn´t even say `Good Morning` to the waiting man beyond the mark
Det. Hernandez: Make sure, that they don´t follow me. Or can take pictures of the victim.
He arrives at the body and greets the medical examiner.
Doctor Carter: Hello Detective Hernandez, I see you had a wonderful morning. The doctor kneels besides a man on the ground. He smiles towards the detective.
Det. Hernandez: It was all right. What´s up with him. Is he one if his?
Doc. Carter: I can say for sure, that this victim has the same wounds like the ones before. And I can also say, that he is dead for three to four hours. Interesting about him is it, that he isn´t a user, like the ones before. It could have been that he used to use, but there are no fresh marks and no sight of using at all. Look at his teeth, users don´t have clean teeth. Or look at his arm, I can only see, where the knife has hurt him but no sight of an injection site. Maybe the fact, that he hasn´t cleaned himself in a few days, could be a sign.
Det. Hernandez: Why did you say that he could have used?
Doc. Carter: Because the white of his eyes is more yellow. This is a sign on hepatitis or any other liver disfunction or illness. But more after the autopsy. By the way, where is your partner? The beautiful Miss Meghan?
Det. Hernandez: Ok, when is the autopsy? Meghan is at the doctor.
Det. Hernandez looks at the man on the ground. His face, arms and parts of his body are covered with dried and nearly fresh blood. The scares are long and deep. Pain, grieve and fear is showing on his face.
Det. Hernandez shakes a little.
Doc. Carter has turned the body around. On the back are no Sights of blood or scratches.
Doc. Carter: That is interesting. It seems like, this time he has killed him faster, if we assumed that our killer has done this.
Det. Hernandez: What do you mean?
Doc. Carter: Well, this young man has no scratches, blood or sign of beating on the backside, like the other ones does. Usually a killer doesn´t change his way of killing. But while the others, if we assume that this was the same person, has marks of beating, scratching, and other marks of pain all over their entire body, this young man has only these marks on his front site. And it also seems like, the scratches, aren´t so deep like they used to be. But for more …
Det. Hernandez: Please wait until I have finished my autopsy. Why is this one different? Do we know who he was?
Doc. Carter: Kevin Allen. He was a dealer, for the rich and beautiful.
Det. Hernandez: And you tell me that now?
Det. Carter: Because you haven´t asked before. Good morning Doc.
Doc: Carter: Good Morning. How was it at the doctor? Det. Hernandez told me that you have been there.
Det. Carter grins at the doctor. Det. Carter: As my dear husband knows, it was good at the doctor.
Det. Hernandez turns around and looks at one of the police officers, by the yellow mark. The police officer is talking to a reporter. He walks over there and puts his huge and upon the shoulder of the officer.
Det. Hernandez: We don´t talk to reporters at crime scenes unless someone, like the Detective in charge or maybe the agent in charge is ordering us to. And you are going back to the department right now.
The Officer: But I have just order them to step back. I haven´t talked to them. I….
The officers face is turning red. He stammers and his are flickering around.
Reporter: Det. Hernandez is it true that the victim is Kevin Allen, the Ex- Boyfriend of Mila? And is it true, that the Backdoor Killer has been softer this time?
Det. Hernandez: so, you haven´t talked. Leave right now. He turns over to the reporter. Leave my crime scene.
5
A man around fifty is sitting in a big chair behind an oversized desk, which is overloaded with papers, folders, one computer in a corner and some coffee cups. Det. Hernandez comes in and looks into the sharp grey eyes of his commander.
Commander: Ah Seb, please, how can I help you.
Det. Hernandez: Please call in an internal review on Officer Smith. I have just found out, that he has given Information towards the Press on the Highway Killer case.
Commander: Is this really necessary? I mean everybody in this city is talking to the reporters, he just has to learn how to do it right.
Det. Hernandez: There is a different between talking to a reporter, to help the case or to give unauthorized information towards the press, to get some money. Every Officer should know that. And he hasn´t help the case, he has made it even worse.
Commander: I will talk to him later. He lights up a cigar and inhales deeply. What do we get? Another victim?
Det. Hernandez: Yes, his name was Kevin Allen. Again, the victim has a criminal record, he started his career at the age of fourteen, with thievery, drug using and drug selling. He was, according to the rainbow press, the former boyfriend of Mila. The young woman is famous for something and has been in prison or rehab or something. Well it seems like he has learned something in prison and used this knowledge to not get caught again.
Commander: Why is the fact that he used to be the lover boy of a woman important?
Det. Hernandez: Because she might have a motive.
Commander: But he is the victim of this Highway Killer.
Det. Hernandez: This is not said yet. This victim has lesser wounds, lesser scarves and suffered lesser. What if someone has used the Killer as an alibi? Commander, I know you have said no to the FBI but I really need help. With the latest victim and the one before Meghan and I just can´t do all of it, as we used to.
Commander: I said no to the FBI, because we don´t need any of them. You can have some of the police officers, which has been there first. But none more.
Det. Hernandez: I don´t want Officer Smith and his partner. They are talking to the press. And if this Rockstar- Lady has to do with this, they might even do worse to everything.
Commander: This is my last word. Take them or don´t take them, but we do not use the FBI.
Det. Hernandez grimace: Commander! And leaves the room.
6
Mila and Fred are driving in an old corvette. They are smoking, the music is loud, her hairs are open and flying with the wind. Fred is singing with the music. As they arrive at a huge, grey building, Fred parks the car and the both get out of the car. Mila takes the cloth bag with her.
A small, slightly rounded man is waiting for them.
Thorny: Hey Mila, what´s up?? He is loud and laughing. Faster than she thought he is close to her and hugs her, as he released her, she takes some steps back.
Mila: I´m fine. And you? She tries to smile.
Fred: Hey Thorny, did you hear the good news, we got Mila back! He smiles, and they greet each other with a hard, fast handshake.
Thorny: What do you mean? She´s as thin and pale, as I remember. He smiles at her, but she doesn´t answer his smile.
Mila: Fuck you. I´m looking fucking perfect! Thorny and Fred are laughing.
Thorny: So, you´re sober. That´s good.
Mila: What do you mean?
Thorny: When you´re on, you aren´t swearing so much. It´s like you try to make it sure that no one loves you, well, baby, we love you He smiles at her and puts his arm around her. They are walking over to the building. I´m glad that your back. And beat this bastard away. As he turns around to Fred, Mila tries to pull his arm away. Fred takes some long steps and they are walking together.
Fred: She wrote some songs. And they are amazing. I love colors. It should be the first one we release.
Thorny: Guys take it easy; she is just out. I know how hard it could be, even without the rats. I think today we should only work on the old stuff and maybe, if you´re feeling good, we can try to do something new. I mean, hey, we have still time. Finishing the tour and then starting the new record. Or? Mila walks a bit slower. Her face is hard, as she tries to not say anything. By the way Jaeden is a bit late.
Mila: Why is Jaeden late again? She turns in front of the door around and looks with the door handle in her hand at the two man.
Thorny: He´s with his mum. There´s something with her.
Mila: Is she back on? I thought she´s sober. Thorny pushers against the door, that its closed again.
Fred: Maybe she´s just sick or wants to talk to Jaeden. I mean he´s her son.
Mila: But they haven´t talked in years. I mean, since whatever.
She tries to open the door, before Thorny closes it again.
Thorny: We split of, because I cheated on her. And then she became an addict. But we didn´t split of, because she was a fucking addict. And why Jaeden hasn´t talked to her in all these years is his thing, but not ours to discuss. All right?
Mila: All right all right. I just wondered. She rolls her eyes.
Thorny: Let´s get in. I´m ready.
The step inside. The long hall is clean, and grey is the main color. Grey carpet, grey walls and grey furniture, only the doors are in different colors.
Mila ignores the `Please wait here` sigh and walks down to a red door. As she opens the red door a woman with grey and green hairs comes out of another green door.
Mila: Hi! Mac should have called. Do we get the red studio?
Mrs. Maier: Yes, of course. I am so happy to have you guys back. The woman has a strong German accent and speaks loudly. The smile on her face is fake.
Mila: Good. She opens the door and ignores the fact that the woman is following her.
Mrs. Maier: We tried to do everything as it used to be the last time. O my darling, you are so gorgeous. I can´t believe it. Why did you hide it? It seems like her voice has even raised.
Thorny: She is fine. Can we have the studio? He doesn´t smiles. He takes a look around and looks afterwards the woman directly in the eyes. Hard staring. They don´t like each other.
Mrs. Maier: Of course, Of course. That´s why you are here. She smiles and turns around to the door. Do you want to save your product here or take it with you? Thorny is still starring at her, angrily. Fred takes some steps between them.
Fred: We like to take our songs with us. Thank you! He pushes her gently towards the door.
After the door is closed. He turns around. Mila has smacked herself into one of the huge armchairs. Thorny into another on. His legs are on the table.
Fred walks over there and pushes them on the ground. Mila groans.
Mila: Why is this woman like God- fucking- zilla.
Thorny laughs. I mean is it because she´s German or because she´s a bitch?
Thorny: She´s a German bitch.
Fred: c´mon guys. Her studio is the best. And I like it. Let´s get to work.
Mila stand up and takes an E-Guitar. She puts the book out and starts to play. Fred takes the Cajon and supports her. Thorny takes the book and looks at the pages. He watches them playing.
Thorny: C´mon guys we talked about it. No new stuff. The third record will come soon enough. Let´s start with white roses.
Mila groans again. Mila: OK. But acoustically. I want to try something different. We can´t just press restart.
Fred looks at her. His eyes are covered by his eyebrows. Fred: No fighting today, OK? I mean, we just started. And good-fucking-zilla is probably listening or something.
Mila rolls her eyes again and plays some other accords. Fred joins her on the Cajon. After a little while Thorny joins in. The songs sound like an old rock song. Thorny voice fits perfectly in. After White Roses, Fred starts with another song, and Mila joins in. This time Thorny waits a little longer. Until he starts singing another song. The play a little while, until the door gets push open.
His shirt is dirty, the jeans is ripped. His long hair looks like, he hasn´t washed it for days. But over his face is a huge smile.
Jaeden: Lady and gentleman, I AM HERE! He has a loud voice, unmelodically and unpleasant. Thorny hugs him fast, Fred stands up and does thesame.
Mila: How are you?
Jaeden: Good, and you?
Mila: I´m out and that’s all. We are playing a little acoustic. Do you wanna join?
Jaeden: `course
As they are playing, the camera is moving outside. Mrs. Maier is standing there and speaking into a telephone.
Mrs. Maier: I don´t know why you want to know this, but yes, she is here and they are practicing. I thought Mac is working on all of this. … No, she hasn´t really greet me. … How should I know if she´s using again? … Yes, of course I am going to do that.
7
An empty Pizza box is on the couch table. Mila is sitting on the couch. Her hair is still wet. She is clapping without rhythmed on the guitar. A frustrated sound comes from her lips.
Mila: No new stuff. We talked about it. What the fuck. This bastard. I should have known. Why can´t he just listens to what I say. Just for a minute.
She stands up and takes the pizza box with her. But no `I am Thorny and I know what’s best for you baby. Gesticulate wildly she walks over to the kitchen area. Don´t worry sweetheart, you must not think, that’s too difficult for you. FUCKING BASTARD. She screams the last words and smacks the box in a corner. She takes a look around the kitchen. What am I doing? She mumbles. Why do I care.
Within one movement she grabs the keys and her smartphone from the sideboard. Afterwards she walks fast towards the front door. As she opens the door, she stands eye to eye towards a man. He has black hairs with shades of grey and brown eyes, his suit is a little too big for him.
Det. Hernandez: Good evening Miss. I am Detective Hernandez; I am with the LAPD. May I ask who you are?
Mila: Mila. What do you want?
Det. Hernandez: May I come in?
Mila: I´m in a rush. What do you want?
Det. Hernandez: I want to talk with you about Kevin Allen. Is it true, that he lives here with an Amalia Gina Smith?
Mila glimpses on the street. There are some trucks of TV Shows, but none of them is out of their truck.
Mila: Come in. She turns around and walks over to the kitchen area.
Det. Hernandez: This is a nice house. Back to my question: Does Kevin Allen lives here with Amalia Gina Smith? He takes out a small notepad and looks at Mila. She pulls her huge pullover closer around herself.
Mila: He used to live here. Why?
Det. Hernandez: When has he left?
Mila: A few months or so ago. I don´t know.
Det. Hernandez: You don´t know? But you do live here?
Mila: I … I. She looks to the ground, then on the sideboard and at the end back to Det. Hernandez. Her arms are still wrapped around her. I was in rehab for some time. I don´t know when he left. Mac or Maxi took care of it. Why do you want to know this? Has this bastard done anything?
Det. Hernandez: So, you are Ms. Smith?
Mila: Yeah, I am, but please call me Mila. What has Kevin done? Why are you here?
Det. Hernandez: I am sorry to inform you, that we have found Mr. Allen dead by this morning.
Mila gaps. She starts moving her hands fast above her body. She is breathing heavily. As she starts scratching her skin, Det. Hernandez stops her. He held her wrist and looks her directly in the eye.
Det. Hernandez: Breath! Respire en silencio, Respire en silencio.
Slowly, with hesitation in her eyes she starts to breath normal again. Det. Hernandez, holds still her wrist. Det. Hernandez: Are you ok?
Mila: Yes, Yeah! I´m all right. She removes her wrist from, takes a small step back and moves her hands back, again around herself. I guess, he still means something to me. He still meant... She looks to the ground. Turns around and walks towards the couch in the living room. As she sits down, she looks at Det. Hernandez, who has followed her. We´ve been a couple for two years. He is … was my dealer. And the more. He tried to kill me. He loves me. … loved me. How did he die? I mean was is someone out of a gang or a robbery? Again, she moves her hands over her head.
Det. Hernandez: We don´t know it yet. We are still investigation in every direction. Maybe you can tell me, where you have been last night?
Mila: Here. I just got out. I didn´t … I was sleeping.
Det. Hernandez takes a seat beside her. He takes out a small block and writes something down.
Mila: I was in rehab. Now I am clean. I want to stay sober. Kevin he was here. … Yesterday. She takes a loud breath in. He wanted us to be together again. She looks him in the eye. Her eyes are widely open, scared.
Det. Hernandez: Do you know why he wanted to do that?
Mila: What? Us together? Because… She inhales deeply. I don´t know. Maybe he thought we weren´t so wrong after all. But…
Det. Hernandez: But you didn´t want him back. Or?
Mila: No. Yes. I don´t know. I just got out. You know. And for the first time in a thousand years, literally, I feel good. He was. She stands up and walks towards the garden door. He was still an addict; I could see it by looking at him. He was thinner and greyer and … old. She looks at him sitting on the couch. I am an addict. Maybe you know what that’s means.
Det. Hernandez: Yes, I know. But I never really got it, why somebody would try it. Mila smiles and leans against the door.
Mila: There are a lot of reasons. I did it, because I couldn´t sleep in the first place, and then to wake up, to have fun. At the end I was just a slutty little bitch, who couldn´t walk without drugs.
Det. Hernandez: You said earlier, that Mr. Allen wanted to kill you. What makes you believe that?
Mila: Because he said it. She turns her back on him and looks outside towards the garden. He worked on our crew. He was nice, funny and really good looking. You know. The kind of guy which everybody likes.
Det. Hernandez: On your crew?
Mila: I am the guitarist of MILESTONE. Did you hear of us?
Det. Hernandez: Are you on the radio?
Mila scows. Yeah, we are on the radio.
Det. Hernandez: So, Mr. Allen was a crewmember. And he sold you drugs. Until you got into rehab and he tried to kill you. That’s sounds like a …
Mila: … like a really fucked off relationship. Sorry, I mean, like a really destructive relationship. She looks back at Det. Hernandez. I grew up in this house. It wasn´t always so beautiful. Like she wants to warm herself, she moves her hands over her arms. My mother She stops and looks to the ground. My mother became an alcoholic, when my brother died. After that she never looked at me again. And I She looks at Det. Hernandez I started to play his Guitar, until I met Fred. Det. Hernandez doesn´t response, he just keeps looking at her. We started this band thing, when we were fifteen or so. Later we met Jaeden and his Father, Thorny. We became a band, and when I turned eighteen, we become famous. You probably know the rest. Get famous, could kept up with the hype, get addicted, met the wrong person, ends up in a hospital and then in rehab.
Det. Hernandez: How does your brother died?
Mila: An accident. He was killed in a car crash, when we were eight.
Det. Hernandez: How does Mr. Allen tried to kill you?
Mila: With a car. But the police stopped us.
Det. Hernandez writes something down. Do you know where he has lived during the last time?
Mila shakes her head. No, maybe in his car.
Det. Hernandez rise. That would be all for today. If you remember anything, maybe something which, He looks at his block. Mac and Maxi have told you, please give me a call.
Mila: Alright. Why are you here? He didn´t die on natural cause, or?
Det. Hernandez: I am sorry to inform you, that we are investigating on the terms of cold-hearted murder. I also have to ask you to stay in the city. Mila scows again. Mac and Thorny are going to make sure of it.
Det. Hernandez: Why would you say that?
Mila: Because, I have never taken drugs in L.A. only on tour, far away from here. Maybe I didn´t want to end like my ma
Det. Hernandez: All right then. Stay clean, and in the city.
Mila: Will you inform me, if you find the murderer?
Det. Hernandez: I will. Good night Ms. Smith
Mila: I´ll bring you to the door.
They are walking out; the camera is still on the couch and the outside. Something/ Someone is moving in the dark. As Mila returns after the front door closes. She leans at the wall on the opposite of the window and moves slowly to the ground. Her head between her arms.
Again, there is something moving on the outside. A shadow which comes closer to the window. The camera is moving outside, behind the person, looking throw the window. It is a man. He moves his hand, like he wants to knock, but the he turns around and leaves.
The camera is still on the outside. Mila looks up, rises and walks upstairs.
The light is still on.
8
Maxi and Mac are sitting in a conference room. With them are four other persons. A Woman is sitting on a small table beside the huge conference table, she is typing on a computer. The others are sitting around the table.
Man 1: So, Mila is back. Is she clean?
Mac: I think so. There has been nothing to believe that she is not.
Man 1: We should start to bring them back to the studio. The third record.
Man 2: We have said a year ago, that the third record isn´t long. And they had enough time.
Man 3: Are we sure, that we want to keep her in this?
Mac: What do you mean?
Man 3: She has never been really sober. I can´t recall any situation in which I really believed, that she is all right.
Mac: Mila has behaved this way, since I know her. But she hasn´t took drugs then.
Maxi: I think, we should help her and the others to stay clean. And put on another contract. One which makes it clear, that if they take anything, they´re gone.
Mac looks angry at him. I don´t think that this will be necessary. They know, what we are expecting.
Man 4: Another deal wouldn´t help them. Another record and another tour. As fast as possible. Maximilian, please don´t make this more complicated than it is already. Mila, Thorny, Fred and the kid have to return to the studio and work on their third studio record. Macintyre can you make sure of this?
Mac: Of course, There will be no problem. Mila has already started and Fred is with her. I will convince Thorny to do this. And Jaeden will do whatever his father wants.
Man 1: so, it be. You both better hurry. He looks at Maxi and at Mac. Mac nods, while Maxi doesn´t move.
Maxi: I still don´t think that this is a good idea. Mila isn´t stable, and Thorny is still pissed at her, for not finishing the last tour.
Man 2: Well, that shouldn´t bother us? Maybe there are writing about this and we can use it in the promo, you´ve heard him. Hurry, talk, convince, blackmail or do whatever you want. But do it now.
9
Mila and Fred are drinking coffee besides the instruments. Thorny is on his phone.
Thorny: God damn it kid, why aren´t you here? He hangs on and looks at Mila. Are you clean? She looks back.
Mila: This is my third day back; do you really have so little faith in me?
Fred: Thorny! Why are you doing this? Mila is back, and she is clean. Have a little faith.
Thorny: You may believe in everything she is saying, but I better keep an eye on her. You can never believe an addict
Mila scows. Are you fucking serious? Even Marie-Louise had been sober for weeks, until you´ve cheated on her again.
Fred: Time out! Not again!
Thorny: What has happened with Marie- Louise isn´t your fucking business. But you staying clean is part of my fucking job. So better do as I say and don´t piss me off.
Mila: Your fucking job? Your fucking job is it to sing my fucking songs. Because, besides being a fucking cheater and a mid-good singer, you have never written one line in your entire life. So be glad, that I even accepted you in this band in the first place She walked during her screaming at Thorny towards him. I AM AN ADDICT. I HAVE MADE SOME MISTAKES! BUT YOU she tips with her fingers at him.
Suddenly he hits her right in the face. Fred screams, Mila falls to the ground. Thorny just looks down at her.
Thorny: You worthless little slut. I AM THE REAON; WHY ANYBODY HAS TAKEN A CHANCE ON US!
Fred: STOP THIS! Even he is yelling. Why is this always? Mila! Thorny!
Mila stands up and walks towards the table, with stands between the doors, one door leads to the floor, the other to the recording room. Thorny takes a breath in, and walks over to the couch. Fred stands between them.
Fred: Will you two ever give it up? Mila, Thorny isn´t the devil, he has made some mistakes in his life. But he has always been here for us. And Thorny, Mila isn´t ML, and she isn´t her mother. You both should better get over this, or we are breaking up. And Mila, I don´t know if anybody would ever work with you again. And Thorny? Jaeden is never going to make it without us. And you know it!
Neither Mila, nor Thorny are showing any kind of a reaction upon this. Mila refills her coffee cup, while Thorny takes out his phone again.
Fred walks out of the room. On the outside are Mac and Maxi.
Mac: Again? Why this time?
Fred: I don´t know. Thorny attacked Mila, and Mila just started fighting him. He starts to beat again.
Maxi: I know that Mila is going into therapy. But maybe we should think about Thorny, too. He shouldn´t hit Mila.
Mac: I will talk to him about this. But now we have a bigger problem. The Labe is giving you three months at max. to finish the fucking record. He looks to the ground.
Fred: Well, we have started with the record last year, some of the songs are still on. Even if Thorny hates them. And the rest. Mila has written some really god ones. Mac, you did heard Last Drink yesterday?
Mac smiles at him That is an awesome song. Even Thorny will love him.
Maxi hawk. I was thinking about testing every member of MILESTONE of drugs. I mean as an extern test, to… he hawks again to make sure everybody is clean. Not … not just Mila I... I mean
Mac takes a deep (angry) breath in. The label said no, and now you want them to do that?
Fred: I don´t think that this is so bad. I mean, not just Mila is addicted. Jaeden too, and even I have taken something sometimes. But why now? On tour? Of course, I will force them to do that. But now? This won´t be necessary
Mac: And not on tour. And you will never talk to anyone of this again. His face is an angry grimace. This whole idea is bullshit. And you know it. There will be always some morons, which sell it to the press.
Maxi: But what if…
Mac: Then it is.
Mac looks at Fred and then at Maxi. They walk into the studio; Maxi closes the door beyond them.
Mila still leans against the coffee-table, Thorny is still on his phone at the opposite of the room.
Mac clears his throat. Mila, Thorny? They are looking at him. We have talked to the label. They want the third record. As soon as possible. At maximum three month.
Thorny: Never! This is impossible! Why have you agreed to that?
At the same time: Mila: This is awesome, half of the record is already recorded and I have written and found some new stuff.
Still at the same time: Mac: I know, that this might be on short notice, but I am sure, that with the old stuff, we already have recorded and the things I have heard the other day, it could be a good record.
At the same time: Maxi: Maybe we can look for a songwriter, Mila, if you haven´t got anything good.
They all stop and look at each other.
Maxi: We could, if you don´t have anything new, look for a songwriter. This might make it easier and faster.
Mila shakes her head in disagree and anger. What a crappy idea. We wrote all of our songs. And I have already written something. We can also take some of the old stuff. Thorny? This thing with the wedding dress, which you liked so much. She alludes to a smile towards him.
Thorny: Did you talked about that new crap yesterday?
Mac: Thorny! Mila has tried to make peace. Please try it yourself.
Thorny imitates a sarcastically smile Mila are the wonderful unicorns you talked about in your mind?
Mila: (whispering to herself) Fuck you! Yes, the unicorns, which are spreading out of your ass.
Fred: Mila! Thorny! Stop the bullshitting. We need to focus. He inhales deeply, then Maxi takes a step forward.
Maxi: Wow this sounds wonderful. He smiles
Thorny scows in disbelieve. Thorny: She is just out of rehab. Jaeden isn´t even here. And you guys have nothing better to do, than to put us back into scene?
Mac: We have not much room left. If you guys carry on with the old songs, some of your fans might leave. If you stop for longer, the company is going to drop you, the only chance is, if you put out another record and start touring. He looks down. And then he looks directly at Thorny. I know that the only thing you care about is, if everybody is safe and sane. But this time, we have to hurry. We have to make the move and we have to get out there again. There has been to many bad news lately. There has been to many voices talking about you. And the only thing you guys have made, was staying quietly.
Mila: Because you told us to do!
Mac: An interview with you, high as a pink flying horse, would have not make it better.
Mila: But the other could have done it!
Maxi: Who? Thorny? He would have probably said, that you’re too much in your own misery to do better! Fred? No one likes Fred! And Jaeden? He´s even more fucked up, than you are! There was and is no better way. You have to make this record. At best without drinking songs and with something like ‘sober’ by P!NK. Mila scows.
Fred: Mila likes me! He smiles at Mila. She shows a sarcastically smile, but nods.
Thorny: I wouldn´t have thrown Mila under the bus. She is just a victim. I would have thrown the company under the bus, and then sink them in an ocean.
Mila: Really helpful. Insulting the company, which already hates us. Why not throw a bomb at one of our concerts?
Fred: Mila! That´s not helpful. We need to find a way, to make it work. That you mustn´t go back to rehab, and Thorny is going to jail for multiple murderers.
The door slams open. Jaeden comes in. his clothes are dirty, his hairs hasn´t been washed in a while. He smiles, looks around and screams: I AM HERE!
Thorny: What the Fuck?
Mila: Congratulations! And I am the one, which needs help.
Thorny just shakes his head in disbelieve. Jaeden! Where have you been?
Jaeden: With my mom. We had a little party. I just woke up. Why? What did I miss?
Mac: I can´t believe this! Thorny, why is your son looking like hell?
Thorny: If I had any idea, I would have taken care of it.
Jaeden walks throw the room, slams himself into the couch and looks around.
Jaeden: Why the messy faces? I am here He laughs
Thorny pulls one arm under Jaeden´s arm and lifts him up.
Thorny: I am going to put this one under the shower. We talk about this tomorrow.
As they left, Mila puts her coffee mug to the table.
Mila: I have to go, too. See you guys tomorrow. She grabs her cloth bag, which she has smacked besides the door to the hall way and walks out.
Mac: That went well. Mila´s about to kill Thorny. Thorny´s about to hurt Mila or do something worser, Jaeden is back on drugs, and no one is talking to another.
Maxi: Where does Mila headed to?
Fred: I don´t know. But I´m going to talk to Thorny. He needs to understand why we are doing this shit again.
Mac: Did you know that Jaeden is back on again? He looks at Fred directly. Fred shakes his head.
Fred: No, I didn´t know. I thought something like that would happen, but… HE didn´t look back at Mac.
Maxi: Well, we need to figure out a way, without letting anyone know. He smiles at them. Then he walks out.
Mrs. Maier stand in the hallway. As the camera leaves with Maxi, she stands in the shadows. She pulls out her phone and writes a Message to someone. She puts it pack into her pocket and walks into the other direction.
As Max leaves the building, he pulls out his phone. A message is there:
“They had a fight. Jaeden is high. Mila left, without saying anything. She took a Taxi. The number is 568349.”
He smiles and puts the phone back into his pocket.
10
Mila sits in a Taxi. Out of her cloth bag, she pulls a different block. As the taxi drives on, she starts to write in it. As they arrive at a church, she pulls out a fifty-dollar bill and just left the taxi. She puts the book back into her cloth bag and walks cross a sing: Anonymous Alcoholics meetings every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday in Westminster Presbyterian Church.
Inside of the room are sitting and standing eleven people around. There is a chair circle in the middle. A middle-aged man is sitting there. He looks at Mila, and walks directly towards her.
Thomas: Welcome at the AA Meeting our church. What is your name dear?
Mila: Amy. And you are?
Thomas: My name is Father Thomas. I am leading today’s meeting. Please grab a coffee or anything else. We´re about to begin.
Mila takes a seat and watches the people around her. Father Thomas opens the meeting. Some of the people are talking, some of them are just listening, just like Mila. At one point there is a discussion, whether or not, someone else is going to forgive an alcoholic for the things he has done during his drunken time.
Mila simply scows and takes her cloth bag, which she has never placed on the ground closer. Father Thomas watches this and speaks directly towards her.
Thomas: Amy, you don´t seem to agree, that somebody can forgive you. Why is that?
Mila: Because I can´t forgive.
Thomas: What do you have to forgive?
Woman 1: Yeah, I mean, you´re not here, because you´re completely sober. You’re here, because your life is as fucked up, as mine.
Woman 2: Completely forgiving is only the Lord, our savior.
Mila: Screw your pleases lord. Father Thomas clears his throat, the second woman looks scared. And simply because I have done a lot of things wrong it doesn´t mean, that I have to forgive something, someone else has done to me.
Thomas: Amy, we don´t misused the name of the Lord, please respect that. But Amy, why don´t you introduce yourself to the group?
Mila: No, Thanks. I´ll pass this time.
The meeting ends, and Mila walks outside. Father Thomas is following her.
Thomas: Amy, Amy. Please wait.
Mila: What is it, Father? Should better not come back?
Thomas: No, no. I think it would be better for you to come back. I just wanted to thank you, for coming here, today. The first step is always the hardest.
Mila: I´ve just got out of rehab. I already know, that I have a problem. But I´m on my way to fix it. When is the next meeting?
Thomas: There will be one tomorrow, in the public center, down this street. Here we´re meeting again next Saturday. Or you could join our service on Sunday. A lot of alcoholics find they´re pleasure in our Lord.
Mila: Yeah well, your Lord has screwed me over, so… Thanks to that, I´m gonna stick with the meeting. See you on Saturday.
She walks away. A woman, which has been on the meeting is following her outside. She greets Father Thomas, and follows Mila.
Mila is standing beside the streets, her phone in her hand. She turns around, as a Woman is calling her name.
Woman: Mila! Mila! She runs the few steps over to Mila. Hey, I´m Aubrey. I was at the meeting.
Mila turns around. Aubrey walks to the other side, that she can look into Mila’s face.
Aubrey: Why did Father Thomas called you Amy?
Mila doesn´t answers. Aubrey looks at her.
Aubrey: You probably got a lot of negative attentions about all this addicted stuff. I am sorry, I´m just a woman and I wanted to help you. You know like woman – woman kind of a thing. She smiles and offers a hand to Mila. We can go and grab a coffee somewhere, if you like.
Mila: No, Thank you.
A Taxi arrives. Mila walks besides Aubrey. And gets into the car. See you on Saturday she says, as she closes the door. she
Aubrey waits until the Taxi is out of sight, then she pulls out a recorder and a camera. She looks at the pictures. You can see Mila in the different moments during the AA meeting. Her smile, the way, how she weeps away her tears, and when she is talking to Father Thomas. Aubrey takes out her phone, hails a taxi. Inside the Taxi you can her talking towards someone.
Aubrey: I am just coming from the AA Meeting at Westminster. She was here... Who?... This Mila- thing. She´s going to be on, so fucking fast. And you will get the stories… Of course, I make sure of this. Just give me an hour and you will get it all.
She hangs up.
11
Outside of Los Angeles. A huge, modern house. It looks even bigger, because of all the huge windows, and the smaller constructions between them. All lights are on, even though, on the left-hand side, the sun is just about to go down. Mila tosses a hundred dollar towards the taxi driver. She gets with her two bags out of the taxi, one is the cloth bag, the other on is a plastic bag from a take- away. As she watches the taxi leaving, she searches for something in her bag. With a keyring, with a black card in her hand, she walks down the steps towards the house. Before she can reach it, Fred opens the door. He only wears some old boxers, his hair is open, and he smiles at Mila
Fred: You should have called!
Mila: Why is here anything, I haven´t seen before?
Fred: No, but you might have.
Mila: Why are you wearing this?
Fred: I just wanted to shower. What do you get?
Mila: Some burgers and fries. Can I come in?
Fred: Sure. Let´s eat and talk a little. You look like hell.
Mila: Thanks, same.
They walk inside. Turn to the right side, walks a few small stairs upstairs, and enter a living room. There are no pictures on the wall, no flowers or decorations. Only the necessary furniture. The room appears to be empty and cold. Mila simply smashes her cloth bag and the plastic bag on the table, and scratches a chair over the floor. She leaves some marks on the ground. Neither Fred or Mila are recognizing them. As Fred does the same.
Mila: I wondered, why did you buy this house?
Fred: It was for sale
Mila: For sale?
She unpacks the four burgers and two packages of fries, simply put them on the table, without any dishes. She takes a cheeseburger, but Fred takes it away, and dips some fries in the cheese. Mila takes a chili burger; sauce is dripping onto her fingers. As Fred has done it, she also dips the fries into the sauce, the one on the table, and the one on her fingers. Fred smiles, and does the same. For some minutes, you only watch them eat, dipping fries into any kind of sauce. They finish the meal, and leave the rest of the food on the table. Fred stands up, walks towards the kitchen and washes his hands. He looks at Mila, she paints with some of the sauce on the table. He walks towards her, pulls his arms around her shoulders, and rests his head on hers.
Fred: Why did you come here? The last time you did this, you have been on the run. Completely wasted and destroyed. This time…
Mila: …This time I look like I need some sleep and peace.
Fred: And really like you need me. What´s on?
Mila: One of the doctors from that facility said, that I need something against depression and to sleep. Fred kisses her on the temple. They´ve said, that I´m a user, because of all of this unfinished business. She moves her head down. Fred´s face is still on her back head.
Fred: What do you mean, by unfinished business?
Mila: My mom´s death, my father´s runaway. And my brother… She moves her head up fast, and hits Fred´s chin with her back head
Fred: groaning For Christ sake, Mila!
Mila: Sorry, Sorry, Sorry.
Fred: Why is this unfinished business?
Mila: How the fuck should I know! My mum and my brother are dead, my father is gone, well gone, as far as I pay him sometimes. You´re my family
and Thorny. And Jaeden. Well if I would like them. But anyway…
Fred: Stop right there. You´re paying your father? Mila??
Mila: He said, that he would talk, if I don´t pay him.
Fred: About what should he talk? That he left? That you have been raised by an alcoholic? That your brother died in an accident?
Mila: It´s not that simple. I mean, sometimes he has sent me gifts She tries to smile, but fails
Fred: He has sent you gifts. What was it? Let me think, a dollhouse for your fifteen’s birthday, a dollhouse, which has been stolen by someone, as your mother has tried to sell it, to buy more booze. That´s what´s make it all better. He walks up and down, and moves his hand over his chin. Mila, I don´t get it. Your father has been gone since your nine years old, why can´t he just leaves you alone?
Mila: Because, before he left, he asked me, if I wanted to live with him, but I couldn´t leave her. She would have died.
Fred: The woman, which has either ignored you, or yelled at you, for not being your brother. Mila, I was your fucking neighbor, I know what she has called you…
Mila: But he has never done it. she stands up. I mean, at least he has tried. Sometimes. It was hard for him, you know. My mother was the love of his life and Alex and I have been the best.
Fred: Then why hasn´t he tried harder? Why has he never visited? Or send a letter? He´s only asking you for money, because he needs some. He doesn´t give a shit about you.
Mila: So, what? At least he´s not talking.
Fred: If he´s talking, then you are allowed to talk, too. You can talk about it all. You can talk about Kevin, the teacher which has harassed you, the guy, which has given you that scar on your hip. You can talk about it all. Or even better, write about it.
Mila: Now screaming I did write about it. Or do you seriously believe, that white roses are about a wonderful date? Adrian gave them to me. Before he raped me. Do you really believe that I could simply forget it all?
Fred: also screaming No I don´t believe that.
They are looking at each other. Suddenly the doorbell rings.
Mila: You don´t have neighbors, who the fuck is this?
Fred: I don´t know. I go and take a look. He walks out of the room.
Mila sits back on her chair. The cloth bag is still lying on the table. She eats some more off the fries from the table and simply looks around.
Fred returns with a really drunk, destroyed looking Jaeden. He looks at Mila, looks at the table and grins
Jaeden: Hey Mila, are you eating?
Mila: No! What is he doing here?
Jaeden: Cool! he takes a seat besides Mila. Mila on the other hand stand up. Relax a bit honey, I just needed a place to sleep.
Mila: Then go to bed Jaden simply grins and starts to eat. He eats noisily with an open mouth. Between some bites, he reputedly says, this is so amazing.
Mila stands up and walks into the kitchen. Fred follows her
Fred: He just got out of the Taxi. No money, you see how he looks like. I wonder what has happened with Thorny.
Mila: Thorny will have used him again, as a punching ball. And Jaeden will have left, because that´s the best thing he could have done. Why does he have to eat like this?
Fred: I don´t know. Wash your hands, I´m going to make sure, that he will find a bath and a bed. See you in an hour. Maybe two.
Mila: I´m going to watch Television or play. It depends on, what’s easier to find.
Fred on his way back to Jaeden: The guitars are in the basement; the Television is on the second floor. He walks away. Mila just waits at the sink, until he hears, that Jaeden and Fred have left the room. Then she cleans her hands and returns to the table.
There is still food on the table. Jaeden has eaten the two burgers left and some of the fries. But the sauce is still on the plate. She takes a dishcloth and cleans the table. Then she walks with her cloth bag to basement to watch Television. The room with the huge modern Television, is besides the television, one small table and three couches, empty. Mila smashes herself onto one of the couches and grunts. She takes out her phone and some headphones and starts to listen to music. Jaeden comes down. He has washed himself, wears now clean, to huge clothes and carries two bugs of coffee and smashes himself into another couch. He is still not really sober, but not so drunk as he used to be. Mila sits up and takes down her headphones. As Jaeden offers her on of the cubs, she takes but moves directly back into a lying position.
Jaeden: I´m sorry.
Mila: What exactly?
Jaeden: For… he coughs… being here, I guess.
Mila: And…?
Jaeden: And an addict.
Mila: And…?
Jaeden: And wearing dirty clothes, so that Fred has to clean me. I think that’s all.
Mila: I think that’s quite enough. Next time, maybe, you could apologize also for eating like an animal. Or taking Fred´s clothes, or having a father like yours.
Jaeden: For having him as a father I won´t apologize. I rather have him, than none.
Mila grunts. Mila: Trust me, it is better to have no father, than him. What happened to your face?
Jaeden turns his face to another direction. Jaeden: Nothing.
Mila: Don´t bullshit me. Thorny did this!
Jaeden: This is none of your business.
Mila: Ok, then don´t tell me.
She puts back on her headphones and stares at the wall, while she´s drinking coffee.
Jaeden: You could have said ‘Thanks’
Mila: What? What did you say? She puts down her headphones
Jaeden: You could have said ‘Thanks’
Mila: ‘Thank you’
Jaeden: My pleasure
They return back to silence. Only some slight music sounds are coming out of the headphones on Mila’s belly. They can hear the water running for Fred.
Jaeden: You know I was always jealous of you and Fred
Mila: What? Why?
Jaeden: What ever happened, he never failed you. And you never failed him. When he had that overdose? You waited in the hospital. Kevin tried to kill you? He was there, he made sure, that you didn´t get kicked out. He even attacked Max for you, just like you did, when he fell of that stage. And I? I had to talk with Thorny. Thorny isn´t really good in helping. Either you make it right or you don´t even try it. You know…He breathes in and they fall back into silence.
Mila: At the beginning, it really thought, that we could be some kind of a family or so. You know, like real friend, like really there for each other. But … I never really liked Thorny.
Jaeden: Yeah, I know.
Mila: Let me finish. He tried so much, to be a father, that he never…
Jaeden: he never understands us.
Mila: Yes, I mean, I didn´t want a father. I didn´t even want to know someone in his age.
Jaeden: Why did you tried to push him out anyway? I mean right at the beginning?
Mila: A week before Fred and I met you two, my father has sent me a ‘birthday gift’. Two months too late and it was a dollhouse. Well, my mother tried to sell it to someone and that person was a cop. And the cop arrested her, because that dollhouse was really expensive and my father has stolen it from someone or something. And then my mother has tried to put me in, because she couldn´t remember, that my father has send is to me. And then someone tried to put me into foster care or something like that.
Jaeden: Fuck! And then Thorny came.
Mila: And then Thorny came.
Again, they fall back into silence. Fred stands beyond a wall. He is listening to the conversation.
Mila: Sometimes I believe, that he could even be a nice person. But then… Just like today.
Jaeden: What happened today?
Mila: Thorny decided, that we should return to that ‘Flawless’ Tour. You know, the one we had to cancel, because I´ve nearly got killed and you nearly killed yourself. Well, I told him, that we should rather hit the studio, because I don´t want to go back on tour, so fast after being out of rehab. And I yelled at him, and he yelled at me. And then he hit me.
Jaeden: Well, I told him that we shouldn´t hit the road so fast. But he…
Mila: He want to hit the road.
Jaeden: Fuck!
Mila: Fuck!
Mila exhales sharply.
Mila: I wonder sometime, what would have happened, if we would have not invited him to join us. I mean, he has a good voice, but what if…
Jaeden: What if you would be our lead singer. Just like The Band Perry.
Mila: Or P!NK
Jaeden: Or just like Milestone just without Thorny.
Jaeden sits up on his couch. He puts his coffee cup on the table in the middle of them. He looks outside and he looks at Mila.
Jaeden: I always thought that you don´t like me.
Mila: I like you. I just don´t know what we shall speak about. I …
Jaeden: But why? I mean… He stops, stands up, sits down. Mila, we were in the same classes, we … he rubs his hand over his head
Mila: We are completely different. I mean, when I´m talking about Freud you think,
Jaeden: Of a little friend the ladies and I share… I mean Freud is the French word for friend, or?
Mila: No, no, no. Man. So many No! Freud, Sigmund Freud was a German Therapist. Well the first of his kind. And Freud is a German word for happiness. What you mean is Freund.
Jaeden: See, you are talking to me, like I´m some kind of an idiot
Mila: You´re an idiot. You only managed the high school because you write every test of Fred.
Jaeden: And I´ve never been snapped.
Mila: And your proud of this? Really?
Jaeden: You tried it once and got directly snapped. He jumps of the couch. I´m not an idiot. I… Fred steps into the room
Fred: You´re a great person. He pulls his arm around Jaeden and they both sitting on the couch
Mila: Yeah, a good person. Just dumb as hell.
Fred: Mila! Shut up! This is not helpful
Mila scows. Not helpful. Why should I try to be helpful? I mean…
Fred: Mila! There is an angry nearly aggressive sound in his voice. This is enough. We have bigger problems.
They all fell into silence. Mila is still lying on the couch, while Fred and Jaeden are sitting on the opposite upon a couch. Fred leans back. His arm is above the back. He looks gentle at Jaeden. Jaeden looks on the table, he doesn´t look at Mila or Fred
Fred: You are a part of us. It doesn´t matter, if you can read and understand Tolstoy or not. It matters, if you´re on the same side as we are.
Jaeden: I am…
Fred: You are, what you are, not more not lesser
Mila: Probably a better person than I am They all fall back into silence. We should try to get some sleep.
Fred: Probably. He raises from the couch, and looks at Jaeden. Come on man, sleep here tonight, we won´t meet until the next week.
Mila: Tomorrow we can talk. She also raises from the couch and looks at Jaeden, as he still sits on the couch, still not looking at someone
Finally, Jaeden raises from the couch, he tries a little to smile, but fails. Fred puts his arm around him and moves him outside the room. Mila follows them.
As she walks upstairs, the camera follows her, until she reaches the front door. She opens it, the camera moves out, she closes it and turns the key. The camera is looking the few stairs up, towards a man standing in the shadow. For some seconds, until all the lights of the house get turned off, he just stands there. When the hole place around him is dark, he moves away.
12
Detective Hernandez, Detective Carter and Officer Smith are sitting in an open-plan office around a stuffed desk. Upon the desk you can see the pictures of the victims, dead on the crime scene, and alive. Besides that, there are autopsy reports, reports about the crime scene itself, descriptions about the victims, their crime history…
Detective Carter seems to be not well, she is pale, has bitten upon her lips and she is moving her right hand above her stomach, while she holds a cup of tea in her left hand. She looks directly towards Detective Hernandez
Det. Carter: So, tell me, Seb, why do we don´t take this to the FBI, and why do we have to work with this greenhorn?
Det. Hernandez: Because the Lieutenant doesn´t want external help. In some ways, he told me, that this killer is helping us.
Off. Smith: Like Arrow, I mean he´s a vigilante, but still, he helps the police
Det. Hernandez: And this is the real world, we help people, we don´t help any kind of a vigilante, he is a murderer. He is not helping, he is rather a threat towards any person in this city.
Off. Smith: But he´s only taken on some criminals.
Det. Carter: What tells us, that he is not going to stop there?
Officer Smith shrugs his shoulders
Det. Hernandez: Because our second victim here, Francis Williams, had a criminal record, but for six, seven years he has committed himself to community service and he was clean. Still he has been murdered in cold blood.
Det. Carter: Maybe this one was personal.
Det. Hernandez: I have tried to find a connection between the first three victims, but there was none.
Det. Carter: What if someone has killed him, but not the serial killer.
Det. Hernandez: And what about the last victim? This … He takes a look above the desk, until he raises a picture of Kevin. This man? He has lesser sign of bruises, broken bones or anything.
Det. Carter: My husband said that he died of a ruptured spleen. Maybe he was faster dead, that the murderer intended to. But why didn´t he takes more? He wasn´t that destructed.
Off. Smith: Maybe someone else did it. And that one good lucky.
Det. Hernandez: Why do you think that?
Off. Smith: Well this Mila, she´s kind of crazy, maybe she did it
Det. Hernandez: Are there a sign, that Ms. Smith has done it?
Off. Smith: Who is Ms. Smith?
Det. Hernandez: Amalia Gina Smith is the real name of Mila.
Off. Smith: Well no, but this is it, what makes it so great… he smiles at the two detectives. A rock superstar kills her former boyfriend. That´s some news.
Det. Carter: Maybe you´re wrong here. You should have become a reporter or paparazzi.
Det. Hernandez: There is no evidence, that Ms. Smith has killed this man. But there is evidence, that the killer, we are chasing has killed Mr. Allen. But the second victim, Mr. Williams, there is evidence, that someone else had killed him. He takes some reports besides, and picks up one with stains upon it. The doc said, that the bruises and the broken bones are more likely to made by a smaller person, than to the first victim. The bruises are also not as precise, as they have been before and afterwards. Mr. Williams has died of cerebral hemorrhages, most likely from a blow to the head. In the wound, on the other hand, was found the remains of a stone. A natural red stone, not some asphalt.
Off. Smith: Yeah, but this Allen- Dude has lesser wounds and this Williams- guy has a lot more.
Det. Carter: Have you listen? Seb has just told you, that there is evidence, which proves that Mr. Allen was more likely killed by the murderer we are chasing, while Mr. Williams by someone, which imitated him, or which has been murdered, by someone, who simply wanted to kill him. It just looks for us, like he is one of this serial killer victim.
Det. Hernandez: That´s exactly, what I am talking about. And on the other hand, between the first two victim has been a gap of two days, between the second and the third a gap of three days. After this, we have found every fifths day a victim. There has been no other timeline. So, if we put Mr. Williams out of this statistic, we have a gap of five days.
Off. Carter: So, who has killed Mr. Williams then? And why did actually no one has seen this?
Det. Carter: Maybe because it is easier, if they don´t look closer.
Det. Hernandez: because the detective on this case was an idiot. When I told him, I have a similar case, he gave me his one too. So, Officer Carter, what do we do?
Off. Carter: Well, we could, … he choughs… we could ask his neighbors and friends again, maybe talk to his daughter… and look for surveillance cameras or stuff like that.
Det. Hernandez: I have talked to the daughter, her husband and the neighbors…. He takes from the middle of the table a brown map, and hands it over to Officer Carter … here you can read it.
Officer Carter takes it, opens it and starts to read. After a while he looks up. Off. Smith: Does the UPS station opens on a Sunday?
Det. Carter: I don´t know, why?
Off. Smith: Because in my neighborhood the UPS station doesn´t open on a Sunday. Only Monday to Saturday. So, if this has happened, that his daughter has lied.
Det. Hernandez: The daughter has a strong motive, her farther was … well let´s say he was terrified, that something might have happened to her, and that´s why he actually supervised her.
Officer has changed some pages of the report, now he is looking at a picture, of the house of the victim, including a huge car, three smiling persons and a motorcycle. Off. Smith: And what about the heritage? I mean that man wasn´t poor, that motorcycle is up to ten grands.
Det. Carter takes a look at the picture. Det. Carter: But she isn´t strong enough. Not for those kinds of bruises.
Det. Hernandez: When I was in her apartment, she has a picture on the nightstand, she with a man. Maybe she had a partner.
Det. Carter: Well what´s more likely: That she has killed him, with a male partner, or that any serial killer, which has never changed his schedule has done this? Towards someone unlikely to him.
Det. Hernandez: All the other victims have something to do with drugs, prostitution or anything illegal. But Mr. Williams was rather someone he would have spared. Maybe we had missed something. Maybe some other victims hasn´t been found yet.
Off. Smith: But you have said, that…
Det. Carter: We are discussing theories right now. Everything can be.
Off. Smith: I don´t understand. I mean, there is a lot which is pointing to the daughter.
Det. Hernandez: And there is even something that´s pointing to the killer. How should the daughter now, that we´re chasing a brutal serial killer, right after the first victim.
Det. Carter: There has been a lot of media attention. He wasn´t found in one of the areas, in which you would have suggested him. He was found near the Westside Shopping Center. All the other victims have been found in different areas, but with high crime rates and even more prostitution and drugs. The first victim and the second victim. They are the most unlike events. I mean which killer would kill someone outside of his area, if he´s moving back into these areas.
Det. Hernandez: Well, maybe the killer has seen him there, as realized, how less this one has to do there, maybe watched him committing a crime and lost his temper. While the second victim, not Mr. Williams has been found near his apartment in the east of L.A. he was found with drugs, and near a spot for prostitution. Maybe the killer hasn´t planned his first killings, but for the other ones, he has been on the hunt. A man hunts.
Det. Carter: So, a killer with a mission. But why Kevin Allen? And why with so less effort. I mean, everybody could have killed him that way. Everybody could have done this. Is the report of the forensics back?
Det. Hernandez: No, maybe tomorrow or later. We aren´t high priority. But there´s something else. Take a look at the pictures, what do we see. Blood, blood, and even more blood. Now look at the victim. There aren´t so many wounds to bleed, and his clothes aren´t bloody. So, where does the blood came from?
Det. Carter: Someone else have been killed there before, but we haven´t noticed yet?
Det. Hernandez: There was a heavy rain two nights ago, it would have washed it all away.
Off. Smith: Maybe fake blood? You know to distract us?
Det. Hernandez: He has never done this before. Never hidden a body, never left any evidence or anything. Why the blood?
Det. Carter: Has there been found other dead persons? Or maybe highly injured ones?
Off. Smith: I don´t know. Why?
Det. Hernandez: He has never killed two in one night. What if he has done this, and hidden the body, or transported it to another place? The fourth victim, where are the pictures of the crowd?
Det. Carter gives him some pictures. Here, Why? What do you have in mind?
Det. Hernandez looks throw the pictures. That´s why. Between a black woman and a white man in a dirty overall stands a young man, his face, his arms are covered with bruises and scratches. What if this man has seen the killer and managed it somehow to get away? I remembered his look, it was a face of fear, maybe he has seen the killer, the killer has attracted him, but this man got away. Somehow. And the next morning, he remembers, walks back to the place where it happened and sees us. Because this is the only picture, we got of him.
Off. Smith: But he could be the killer also.
Det. Carter: There has never been any kind of defense wound found on the victims, like they had thrown a punch or something, only the bruises on the arms could look like the have tried to save their faces, but nothing more.
Det. Hernandez: So, we need to find this man.
Off. Smith: I will try to find him; I got some friends at the media station.
Det. Hernandez: No, don´t. If we do that, the killer will find him to. We can only protect him, if we take this out of the media. I will try to talk to the FBI. Maybe they find a way.
Det. Carter: And how shall we find that man? Walking from door to door? They won´t help us.
Det. Hernandez: Maybe they will. I know them pretty well. If I asked them privately, maybe they help.
Off. Smith: But why not inform the media. I mean they have helped us before. Why not this time. His voice is rising. Simply, because you´ve had some bad moments with them
Det. Hernandez just looks at him. It is not just, because I don´t trust any reporter, paparazzi or television star, it is also, because they all just look out for themselves. It is, because they don´t understand, that some information’s has to be kept between the police and the killer. And if I say no, then you have to obey.
Det. Carter: Seb, there is a warning sound in her voice. What Det. Hernandez means is, that reporters can help you, if you can control them. But here they are way out of control. They have filmed the third victim; they have been at every single crime scene before we have been. So, it is mostly possible, that they won´t give us the information we need to find this man.
Off. Smith: But we can say, that this is a man from a robbery or something. We don´t need to connect it to this case.
Det. Hernandez: I said no. And that´s my last word. He looks the young man directly in the eye. Lieutenant gave you this last chance. Don´t blow it.
Det. Carter rises. I think it is pretty late. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Let´s finish it for today and move on tomorrow. All right?
Det. Hernandez: Yeah sure.
Off. Carter: But…
Det. Carter: No. We´ll start tomorrow with everything else. She looks him in the eyes and Off. Smith rises and walks out of the room.
Det. Hernandez: Bye. He doesn´t rise. He picks up a folder and starts to read. Det. Carter takes it out of his hand.
Det. Carter: If I say we leave, it means, we leave. And not just me and the greenhorn.
Det. Hernandez looks at her. She doesn´t glimpse, she doesn´t looks away. Finally, he rises with a moan.
Det. Hernandez: see you tomorrow.
Off. Carter has already left the room. She looks at him. Why did we have to keep him? As the start waking outside
Det. Hernandez: He is the only help we get. Him or no one. Lieutenant doesn´t care if there are some dead dealers and hoes or not. That´s why.
Det. Carter: But we have the proof, that there is a killer. Why don´t we just walk besides and talk to the FBI. We clearly need help.
Det. Hernandez: Because I´m still on probation after the recent moment. And you´re pregnant
Det. Carter: How… What… Seb? The walk down the stairs, she looks at him with furious big eyes
Det. Hernandez: You and your husband told me. Not directly but you know. And besides, I have known it before my wife told me. He grins
Det. Carter: Ex-wife
Det. Hernandez: And I´m gonna be a great god- uncle. So, don´t deny it.
Det. Carter: But why this greenhorn. I mean he clearly doesn´t understand anything we´re talking about or anything about theories. Why do we have to keep him?
Det. Hernandez: Because if we don´t keep him, we will work alone. In every way how this could be.
Det. Carter: Isn´t that boy, that got killed last night rich and famous?
Det. Hernandez: No, his ex is. He was just a dealer, and an asshole
Det. Carter: Why do you say said?
Det. Hernandez: He tried to kill his ex. And after that he got back to her, like nothing has happened.
Outside of the LAPD Building, a reporter runs towards them to.
Reporter: What can you tell me about the latest murderer? Why haven´t you arrest some one? How is it possible, that a serial killer is running throw
L.A. and the Police doesn´t care about that?
Det. Hernandez: Fuck off, Michael. He moves him aside. But the reporter is following him
Reporter: Come on, Sebastian, the public deserves some answers,
Det. Carter: And you will get them. But not tonight, so leave.
The reporter keeps on asking questions, he keeps on, walking besides, in front and beyond the two detectives, until they reached their cars. Both detectives haven´t say a word. Both of them have sometimes just moved the reporter a side.
As the two detectives are driving away, he takes out a small camera and talks into it.
Michael: The LAPD has still no trace of the Serial killer, which is threatening innocent people of LA. There are only two detectives working on this case. One of the detectives is the well-known detective Sebastian Hernandez, who only returned from his forced break three weeks ago. Det. Hernandez was sent into this break after which he had to shoot his wife, who was separated from him. Back to the studio.
13
Mac is sitting only in his underwear on his bed. The letter he took from Mila are all over the bed. There are papers with small letters, pictures of Mila inside the Rehab facility, pictures of Fred, Jaeden and Thorny. The blankets are on the ground, two glasses of wine are standing on his bedside table. The shower is running and he takes up a picture of Mila and Fred laughing together. It is an older picture, Mila’s hair is shorter, she has a rounder face and Fred’s arms doesn´t have any tattoos.
Mac: Do you know what confuses me, baby? The shower stops.
Mrs. Maier: What did you say?
Mac: I ask, if you know what confuses me.
Mrs. Maier comes into the bedroom, her hair is wet, and she wears a towel. She sits beside him on the bedside. Legs crossed, her face directly towards him, her blond hairs are wet, on her back, still dripping the water.
Mrs. Maier: No, what?
Mac: All of these pictures are older. Before or during Mila’s Rehab. But none of it, after it.
Mrs. Maier: Maybe because he hasn´t got any. Maybe you haven´t taken them all. She pics up a picture of Mila with an angry face. To whom is she talking?
Mac: This face? Max.
Mrs. Maier: Are you sure?
Mac: Yeah, she always has that face, when he tries to control her, or anything like that. Why do you ask?
Mrs. Maier: Because, before she left today, she has the same face.
Mac: Yeah, Max tried to control them again.
Mrs. Maier: What? How?
Mac: He wanted them all to take drug-test, to make sure, they don´t get addicted again. He looks at that picture. Closely, and compares it to some others.
Mrs. Maier: And does it work?
He looks confused at her. What worked?
Mrs. Maier: She groans softly to control them by taking a drug- test?
Mac: No, I told the company and the band that this is nothing we´re doing. He holds the picture up. Is this one smaller?
Mrs. Maier compares the picture to another on. Yeah it is. Why does Max always try to control them? I mean he even calls me, when they´re in the studio.
Mac: He does what? He looks confused at her. And grabs to some other pictures.
Mrs. Maier: Every time they´re in the studio, he calls me and ask, if they´re ok. Why?
Mac: I told him to not do this. I mean, Mila doesn´t like you, Fred only accepts you, and Thorny…
Mrs. Maier: Mila believes, that I have sold her to cops, when Kevin tried to kill her, she doesn´t know, that you have talked me into that. Fred only does what Mila asks him to do. And Thorny wants to fuck me. Shsahshshe smiles at him, who can blame him.
Mac: Mila doesn´t believe that. I mean why should she? He compares the size of the pictures towards each other without even really looking at them he rather looks at Helen Maier.
Mrs. Maier: Why? Because you never told her, that you did this. Because you never actually admitted to her, that you put that idea into Kevin, to hurt her, and…
Mac: Enough, Helen, enough. He spits/ shouts this word out. I know I should have told her, but she…
Mrs. Maier: You will always protect her. And these two pictures aren´t the same size. Her take this one. she takes one of the pictures out of his hand. Mila is sitting next to Jaeden, they both are looking into the camera, like they know the person which is taken the picture. Do you know who took this photo?
Mac: I think I did. Why?
Mrs. Maier: Are you sure, that these are the latest envelopes of these geek?
Mac: Don´t call him geek, he is a creep. And yes, I am sure, why? Helen? Why?
Mrs. Maier: Because, how does this creep she puts a clear emphasis on this word get one of your photos?
Mac: Maybe he downloaded it from the website, or how should I know?
Mrs. Maier: You never published it. You gave it to Mila the day she walked to that clinic together with some other pictures, to remind her, that we´re still here. And that you need her. She inhales. Don´t you see this? This is one of these pictures.
Mac rises from the bed. He looks around, a little confused. Then he walks out of the bedroom. I only made these hardcovers for Mila; the rest of these pictures are here. The are safe. He returns with a small tablet and hands it to Helen. She sits now on the bed, like Mac did before, and looks at him, as he walks throw the room Do you see. There are about fifty pictures I have given to Mila, I don´t know what she has done with them, but I do know, that besides her, and me no one has seen them. At least not inside the band.
Helen takes the tablet and looks throw the pictures. She looks at him, a little worried. You haven´t taken the picture.
Mac: Yes, I now I have, but why. He sits on the bedside, stands up, sits back and finally takes the tablet. I haven´t taken the picture.
His face went pale, as he looks throw the other pictures. And then he starts to sorting the pictures on the bed. The pictures are now in a kind of a timeline. You can see, how Mila’s hair got longer and longer, how she got thinner, and you can see how Fred, moves from a beautiful man, towards a little obese man, back towards the man with the arm tattoos. And you can see Jaeden, with changing, piercing, changing hairs.
Then he turns the pictures around. There are numbers on the backside. Mac looks a little confused, a little worried at Helen.
Mac: How many envelopes are there?
Mrs. Maier: Fifteen? Why, what is this?
Mac: He makes sure, that you can find the correct pictures towards the correct letter. He made sure, that the timeline doesn´t fit. And he cut me out. Do you see that? He cut me out, just as he did with Thorny. He turns over the smaller pictures. Then he takes the tablet from Helen and looks at the pictures on his tablet, towards the pictures on the bed. Finally, he hands the tablet towards Helen
Mrs. Maier: So, you didn´t take these pictures?
Mac: I took some of them. Like, … he returns some of the pictures. There is on, Mila besides Jaeden, they both are looking besides the camera, she wears a golden dress, he wears a green suit. This was on our first MTV music award show. I took this picture; they both are looking right now at Fred bringing them drinks. That was the last time, they both had smiled, like they really liked it.
Mrs. Maier: Why?
Mac: Thorny, he … he sighs. He called Mila a whore, and Jaeden a failure. It was a miracle, that they didn´t cry on stage.
Mrs. Maier: What? But … They both went silent after that. After a while Mac stands up,
Mac: I need to talk to Mila about that. He puts the envelopes together, and then the pictures.
Mrs. Maier: Mac, do you really need to talk about that? I mean, how will she react?
Mac: I don´t know, but I will talk to Fred first, he can handle her.
Mrs. Maier stands up; she walks out of the room. Maybe I should get back to my place. Warren will be there any minute.
Mac only nods. He looks at one of the pictures. It is the only picture with Thorny on it. Thorny has a target on his face.
Mac: Yeah, you should probably go. Bye. She comes back, puts back on a wedding ring, dressed in grey and white like the day before. She leans forwards to kiss him, and receives a kiss on her check
Mrs. Maier: You know one day; you will make a woman really happy to marry her. But before… she smiles sadly at him and walks out of the room.
Mac looks after her, he puts the envelopes and the pictures aside. And leans back in his back, he groans, rubs his hands over his face and looks outside to the dark sky. Then he grabs his phone and writes something, before he shuts the light and went to sleep
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