"Freeze!"

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Open on the hospital. The detective closes in on Marty as the bum's mind races on how to escape. Almost miraculously, he hears a nearby elevator ring open and instantly makes a break for it. Caught off guard, the detective hastily chases after him.

"Halt!"

The detective's yelling reverberates through the hallway, making Ashley turn towards the excitement. She catches a momentary look at the bum in Jack's coat.

Without thinking, Marty pushes in between a small group of people who were exiting the elevator. Once in, he presses the "close door" button a bunch of times as he watches the detective push through the same group of people. After some intense pleading and button mashing, the doors finally start to close. However, the detective's hand gets in the way of the door's sensors right before it shuts. Marty gasps as the doors ring open. He backs into the wall as the detective steps inside with one hand over his holster. Marty gulps when he sees the gun, immediately regretting what he just did.

"I-I-I'm sorry! It was wrong to run! I just panicked, and-and –"

"Where's Jack Spicer!" The detective was now right in Marty's face. Ashley shows up behind them, watching curiously.

"I-I swear I've never heard of the guy!"

"Don't give me that! You're wearing his coat!" The detective angrily pulls the sketch back out.

"I just found it in a dumpster, and I don't have very many clothes to –"

"How did you get that bloody nose? Huh? You try to take money from Spicer, and he hit you in the nose?"

Marty raises an eyebrow at the detective's remark.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

The detective's temper increases as he grabs the bum by the shoulders and slams him into the wall. Worried, Ashley steps forward and tries to get in between them.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asks while pulling on the detective's arm.

"Step away, ma'am. This is a police matter."

The elevator doors close unbeknownst to everyone inside who just continue to yell at each other.

"It looks more like you're roughing up the suspect!" Ashley shouts.

"Don't tell me how to do my job!" he snaps. Marty growls and starts to become agitated.

"Let me go!" he pleads. The detective scoffs and slams him into the wall once more.

"Not until you reveal where Spicer is!"

Suddenly, the elevator stops and its doors ring open. Marty, Ashley, and the detective look up to see Jack obliviously standing right in front of them.

"Oh. Uh … I'll just take the next one," Jack says noticing the elevator is full.

Before any one of them could get a word in, the doors shut. As soon as it does, the detective frantically reaches for the control panel to press "1st floor". It's too late, however, because the elevator is going back up to another floor. He eases up on Marty and pulls a radio out of his back pocket. He brings it close to his mouth and pushes the button to talk.

"All units -- Respond! Jack Spicer is in the building. I repeat: Jack Spicer is in the building! All units to the first floor!"

"Roger that!" an officer replies. The detective puts his radio away as Ashley stares at him in confusion.

"Why is Jack being treated like a criminal? He hasn't broken the law or anything. He's just a misunderstood kid who spends way too much time building robots and planning world domination," she awkwardly says in his defense. The detective scoffs as he turns Marty around to cuff him.

"Believe me; you have no idea who Jack Spicer is and what he's capable of." The elevator returns to their floor and the doors open. Two officers stand on the other side as the detective exits and hands Marty to them. Ashley follows close by.

"What's that supposed to mean? You must have mistaken him for someone else because the Jack I know is hardly a criminal mastermind."

"Yeah, well, you obviously don't know him very well, then."

Frustrated, Ashley grabs the detective's arm, preventing him from moving forward. He reacts by pulling back real fast, but Ashley's strong grip remains latched to his arm.

"Ma'am, let go," the detective calmly orders.

"Quit beating around the bush," she demands as the detective proceeds to give off an intense glare.

"This is highly inappropriate –"

"I want to know what you know."

Ashley loosens her grip as the detective straightens his sleeve. He then looks over his shoulder and sighs. Turning back to Ashley, he cautiously leans forward to whisper.

"Ok … I'll tell you."

Cut to black.


Open on the hospital. Same night. After talking with the detective for a few minutes, Ashley exits the hospital and heads to her car. Police squad cars are still parked in front while various officers search the hospital and its parking lot for Jack. Officers keep an eye on Ashley while she's walking to her car.

She arrives at her car and takes the keys out. Just as she's about to put the key in, a hand grabs her from below and pulls her down. She gasps only to see Jack crouching two feet away, motioning for her to be quiet.

"Jack!" she whispers.

"Look, I know it was wrong to leave the hospital. Especially when I'm still under observation, but … isn't this a little much? There's an army out here!" he exclaims.

"Listen, you need to turn yourself in, ok? The cops have been searching the city for days now, but they said if you turn yourself in peacefully, the judge could grant you a lower sentence, and –"

"Hold on. Days? I've only been gone for a few hours," he points out.

"This isn't about you disappearing -- you know that!"

"Then what? Ooh, don't tell me this is about that free ice cream sundae because the man clearly said –"

"You're a murder suspect, Jack!" she screamed rather loudly. Jack's eyes widen, but at the same time, he looks completely lost.

"I don't get it. I brought you to the hospital after I found you in the desert. I called your family, kept you company, and … you still wouldn't open up to me. If you just told me what happened, I could've helped and we would've avoided all this," she says. Jack stammers but is unable to string words together. "Is it a trust issue? Do you not trust me, Jack?"

"No, I – just, I –"

"Here's your chance to open up. Tell me what you were doing out in the desert," she demands as Jack gets a bit wound up.

"I already did! I told you about the bodybuilder, and how –"

"No. Before that."

"Yeah, before was – uh … well, actually … it's sort of a blank," he admits. Ashley scoffs and shakes her head in anger.

"I knew it. I wanted to trust you …even when I knew about your past. Keep lying, Jack. That's a great way to get a court to convict you."

Jack frowns and in an act of desperation, he attempts to hold her hand.

"Please, believe me –" Jack begins, but Ashley instantly pulls back. She stands up as Jack tilts his head up at her.

"I tried," she simply says. Heartbroken, Jack stares at the ground as Ashley begins to walk the other way in a hurry.

"Ashley, wait –"

However, as soon as he stands up, several flashlight beams shine on him from different directions.

"Freeze!"

Cut to black.