INT. TRAIN - DAY

Barrett sits in a booth by himself, his head leaning on the window, HEADPHONES in his ears. TICKET TAKER comes up to Barrett.

TICKET TAKER

Ticket?

Barrett pulls a TICKET out of his JACKET and hands it to the man, who punches it and hands it back, moving on. Barrett returns to looking out the window. He glances at his WATCH, and gathers his THINGS.

INT. TRAIN STATION - DAY

SPECIAL AGENT PATRICK JAMESON (M, 27, very buff) stands with his arms crossed, SUNGLASSES still on. A train pulls into the station. The doors open and Barrett steps out onto the platform, looking around, BAG under his arm. Patrick waits a moment or two longer, then approaches.

PATRICK

Special agent Barrett Fuzzoni?

BARRETT

Yes?

PATRICK

Special Agent Patrick Jameson.

BARRETT

Nice to meet you.

Barrett extends a hand, but Patrick ignores it. Barrett retracts the hand awkwardly.

BARRETT (CONT'D)

I thought Captain Howards was picking me up.

PATRICK

Change of plans.

Long silence.

BARRETT

I see. Okay, well, let me just grab my trunk and we'll be on our way.

He returns to the train, claiming his TRUNK from where the CREW had unloaded it from the train. He puts it onto a CART, and pushes it over to Patrick.

BARRETT (CONT'D)

All set. Onward.

He LAUGHS, the sound dying as Patrick doesn't laugh. Patrick turns and walks away, Barrett hurrying to catch up.

BARRETT (CONT'D)

How long have you been here in Boston Patrick?

Patrick remains silent. He leads Barrett out to the car.

BARRETT (CONT'D)

Sorry, but could you slow down? I've a full trunk here.

Patrick stops and waits for Barrett to catch up.

PATRICK

Look, I don't know why Howards likes you so much. To me you're just another low-life cop who got too big for his britches. You won't last a week here in Boston.

Patrick starts walking again.

BARRETT

(To himself)

Thanks for your confidence.

Barrett runs to catch up.

I/E. CAR - DAY

Patrick walks over to a large black SUBURBAN, and climbs in the driver's seat. Barrett unloads his TRUNK into the backseat, then gets in as well. Patrick pulls out and drives down the road.

BARRETT

So, where to first?

PATRICK

Need to stop at one place before we go to the station.

They arrive at a large warehouse. Patrick turns off the car and gets out, going into the building. He gestures that Barrett should follow. Barrett gets out and goes inside.

INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

The interior of the warehouse is pitch black.

BARRETT

Patrick?

A fist comes out of nowhere and hits Barrett in the stomach, making him double over. He blocks a kick, but misses the punch to his jaw, knocking him sideways. Barrett jumps up, fists ready. He blocks about half of the hits, but is hit repeatedly. He is hit in the shin, making him drop to a knee, then is kicked in the chest, sending him back into a RACK of practice POLES, making them clatter around him. He quickly grabs one and stands, POLE at the ready. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, slowing his heart. He can hear an ATTACKER to his right, and one to his left. The one on his left moves in fast, and Barrett blocks his blow with his POLE, spinning to hit the other attacker. He continues to block and attack these two attackers when a third tackles him through a door behind him and onto ice. They slide a ways, Barrett disentangling himself along the way. He struggles to stand, using his POLE for balance. He tries to move forward as his two attackers come at him on SKATES. They fight, Barrett clearly losing, until he times an attack, dropping to one knee and using his POLE to trip one of the men, sending him sprawling. He stands and attacks the other, hitting him hard on the side of the head, knocking him out. The first attacker gets back up and charges. Barrett again trips him, this time placing the pole by his attacker's neck. He looks up in time to see a stream of FIRE coming his way. He dives to one side, rolls, comes up in a kneeling position, and throws his POLE like a spear at the fire attacker, hitting the man in his chest. Someone starts APPLAUDING slowly as the LIGHTS come on. Others join the first, and CHEER too. Barrett covers his eyes to protect from the light. He can see he's standing in a hockey rink, the stands at one end filled with 40-50 people. At the rink's edge is Patrick, arms crossed and looking angry, and Howards, holding up a STOPWATCH. People are handing others MONEY in the stands, having bet on Barrett. Barrett slowly stands as his attackers MOAN and try to rise. Howards holds his hand up for silence, which comes immediately.

HOWARDS

May I be the first to say, Well done Fuzzoni.

People CHEER. A CHANT of "Time" goes up in the crowd. Howards holds up his hand, and silence reigns again.

HOWARDS (CONT'D)

Special Agent Fuzzoni completed the course in 3:13.

People CHEER loudly.

HOWARDS (CONT'D)

That's odd. That's, well, hmm. Jameson, question for you.

PATRICK

(Angrily)

Yes sir.

HOWARDS

Who currently holds the record in this event?

PATRICK

(Angrily)

I do, sir.

HOWARDS

And what was your time?

Long silence.

HOWARDS (CONT'D)

Jameson?

PATRICK

3:19.

People CHEER louder than ever.

HOWARDS

Seems we have a new record holder! Congratulations Barrett Fuzzoni!

He joins the rest in APPLAUDING. A small BEEPING is heard. Howards stops applauding and pulls out his PHONE, looking at it. He raises a hand for silence.

HOWARDS (CONT'D)

We have a Code Purple on 9th and Patterson. I need teams 195, 176 and 142 to respond. Fuzzoni, that's you.

Four men and women from the crowd get up, running from the building. Howards grabs Patrick's arm as he passes.

HOWARDS (CONT'D)

You're on babysitting duty.

PATRICK

Sir-

HOWARDS

Something wrong Jameson?

PATRICK

No sir.

HOWARDS

Good. Let's move out.

Howards jogs to leave.

PATRICK

(To Barrett)

Lets move, Rookie.

Barrett tries to move on the ice, but has a hard time.

PATRICK (CONT'D)

Let's move!

Someone throws a ROPE to Barrett, who grabs it and pulls himself in. He nods his thanks to the person who threw it, then runs upstairs to join Patrick. They run outside to the car.

I/E. CAR - DAY

Patrick and Barrett jump into the CAR and pull out, Patrick turning on the SIREN. They race up towards 9th and Patterson. Patrick parks the CAR and jumps out.

PATRICK

Stay in the car.

BARRETT

But-

PATRICK

Stay in the car.

He goes racing off. Barrett sits, frustrated. He pulls out his PHONE.

BARRETT (V.O.)

(Texting)

Got here fine. Attacked as part of test. Now I'm on first assignment and I'm told to stay in the car.

CLAIRE (V.O.)

(Texting)

Attacked?

BARRETT (V.O.)

(Texting)

I was lead into a dark room where I was attacked. I beat my opponents and then they revealed it was a test.

CLAIRE (V.O.)

(Texting)

How'd you do?

BARRETT (V.O.)

(Texting)

Beat standing record by six seconds.

CLAIRE (V.O.)

(Texting)

Attaboy.

BARRETT (V.O.)

(Texting)

Now I'm told to stay in the car while everyone else goes after a Code Purple.

CLAIRE (V.O.)

(Texting)

And you listened to them?

BARRETT (V.O.)

(Texting)

It was an order. Of course I listened to them.

CLAIRE (V.O.)

(Texting)

Remember what I said?

BARRETT (V.O.)

(Texting)

About what?

CLAIRE (V.O.)

(Texting)

Don't let them keep you on the bottom.

A MAN in black sprints past the car, Patrick and two other OFFICERS in hot pursuit. Barrett looks back the last text.

CLAIRE (V.O.)

(Repeat)

Don't let them keep you on the bottom.

Barrett throws his PHONE into the center console, then climbs over into the driver's seat. He turns on the CAR, and goes racing off. He reaches an intersection just as the LIGHT turns red, but he makes a sharp left turn, making several people HONK at him.

BARRETT

Sorry! Sorry.

He guns the CAR down the street, past many other CARS, who all HONK, and makes a sharp turn down another street. He slams on the brakes at the entrance of an alleyway just as the Man in black runs out, crashing into the side of the car. Patrick catches up to him and puts him in HANDCUFFS, glaring at Barrett.