XFADE TO. INT-COURTROOM, DAY: An eerie ray of sunshine seeps into the room as the judge, an older woman probably in her sixties, sits on her bench. She looks down in front of her. There, about three feet below her, is the jury box. Seated in the box are the jurors, twelve regular people of all kinds of backgrounds.
JUDGE
Has the jury reached a verdict?
One juror stands. He turns towards the defence table.
CUT TO. INT-COURTROOM, DEFENCE TABLE, DAY: Seated at the table is Randall Whitecastle. He is finely dressed in an expensive suit and nice tie. Seated beside him is a slimy looking shumuck who turns out to be his defence lawyer. Randall looks as though he is totally drained of any reminents of humanity. He looks as though, at a certain point in his life, he decided to live without feelings. Like his crimes were a way for him to rediscover the process of emoting. he stares out the window at a high noon sun burning though the fog hanging over the ocean. The standing juror looks at a cue card, and with poorly hidden pride reads...
JUROR
Guilty.
Randall's lawyer looks surprised and pissed. The people watching the deliberations seem unsurprised and satisfied with the juror's decision. The judge looks at Randall, who has not turned to hear the juror speak.
JUDGE
Mr. Whitcastle.
Randall either doesn't hear the judge or ignores her. The judge takes obvious offence to this snub.
JUDGE
Mr. Whitcastle!
Randall looks to the judge. Though he seems to look through her, not at her.
JUDGE
Stand up.
Randall stands, as do all who are in the courtroom.
JUDGE
Mr. Whitcastle, it comes with great ease to give this judgment. Though it may seem quote, "cruel and unusual" I see no other recourse than to give out said punishment to he who is also, cruel and unusual. Mr. Whitcastle, I hereby sentence you to die by way of incineration that is to be carried out with all the humanity a creature like you deserves. This courtroom is hereby adjourned.
The Judge bangs her gavel. The people begin to disperse. In the crowd is Nicole who has not dressed up for the occasion. She looks like she is expecting a gunfight or something, though her hair is now trailing down her back in a ponytail. She begins her walk back to the doors. She looks back at Randall who is being handcuffed and taken away. He looks right into her eyes and gives a tiny smile and menacing wink. Nicole glares at him as though she were daring him to try to kill her, but he is taken away before she could gage his response.
Nicole leaves. In her wake are several "suits" who were eyeballing the dynamic between Nicole and Randall. The "Lead suit" is a tall, lean, pale creature with hollow eyes and short, cropped hair. This is MASON. Mason follows Nicole out of the building.
CUT TO. EXT-COURTHOUSE, DAY: The rainclouds have begun to mass around the midsections of the masses of metal that make up this part of midtown New York. The city has become a sweeping tower of corporate structures and mechanised living. All that remains of the "old school" structures are on the ground level of the city. This includes the courthouse which is a disfigured combination of old New York architecture and new technologies in renovations and additions. Nicole steps out on to the front steps and quickly spots Captain Moore who is looking dishevelled, but also looking like a proud father figure. Nicole walks down to him with the expression of "I told you so." slathered all over her face. Moore recognises this expression and opens the back door of the vehicle he is standing beside. Nicole steps in. Moore gets in after her. He closes the door. Mason and his brood are standing in Nicole's wake. Mason turns his head slightly to the stiff on his left.
MASON
Arrange a meeting with Whitcastle.
STIFF
Yes sir.
CUT TO. INT-VEHICLE, DAY: Moore presses a few buttons on a control module in front of him.
COMPUTER
Destination, Captain Moore?
MOORE
NYPD Headquarters.
COMPUTER
Division sir?
MOORE
Twelve.
COMPUTER
Acknowledged. Activating drive.
CUT TO. EXT-COURTHOUSE, DAY: The vehicle's wheels retract into the car's chassis and the car begins to move in a vertical direction.
CUT TO. INT-VEHICLE, DAY: Moore and Nicole sit next to each other. Nicole appears proud of herself, Moore appears a little dumbfounded.
NICOLE
Just ask alright.
MOORE
How did you know the technically of your assault wouldn't hinder proceedings?
NICOLE
I didn't.
MOORE
What?
NICOLE
I just had faith in justice. I held my belief that there are certain people who don't allow red tape to interfere with putting evil down.
MOORE
Well, I hope your luck holds. Cops today, we need to keep being the good guys.
NICOLE
Evil though, it has a funny way of resurrecting itself now and again. In new monsters...
MOORE
Ones justice can't touch.
NICOLE
I didn't know you read anything good.
MOORE
One time in Collage, I was bored, I was dumped, nuff said.
CUT TO. EXT-CITY, DAY: The vehicle hovers away into other traffic flying in the same direction as it begins to rain.
JUDGE
Has the jury reached a verdict?
One juror stands. He turns towards the defence table.
CUT TO. INT-COURTROOM, DEFENCE TABLE, DAY: Seated at the table is Randall Whitecastle. He is finely dressed in an expensive suit and nice tie. Seated beside him is a slimy looking shumuck who turns out to be his defence lawyer. Randall looks as though he is totally drained of any reminents of humanity. He looks as though, at a certain point in his life, he decided to live without feelings. Like his crimes were a way for him to rediscover the process of emoting. he stares out the window at a high noon sun burning though the fog hanging over the ocean. The standing juror looks at a cue card, and with poorly hidden pride reads...
JUROR
Guilty.
Randall's lawyer looks surprised and pissed. The people watching the deliberations seem unsurprised and satisfied with the juror's decision. The judge looks at Randall, who has not turned to hear the juror speak.
JUDGE
Mr. Whitcastle.
Randall either doesn't hear the judge or ignores her. The judge takes obvious offence to this snub.
JUDGE
Mr. Whitcastle!
Randall looks to the judge. Though he seems to look through her, not at her.
JUDGE
Stand up.
Randall stands, as do all who are in the courtroom.
JUDGE
Mr. Whitcastle, it comes with great ease to give this judgment. Though it may seem quote, "cruel and unusual" I see no other recourse than to give out said punishment to he who is also, cruel and unusual. Mr. Whitcastle, I hereby sentence you to die by way of incineration that is to be carried out with all the humanity a creature like you deserves. This courtroom is hereby adjourned.
The Judge bangs her gavel. The people begin to disperse. In the crowd is Nicole who has not dressed up for the occasion. She looks like she is expecting a gunfight or something, though her hair is now trailing down her back in a ponytail. She begins her walk back to the doors. She looks back at Randall who is being handcuffed and taken away. He looks right into her eyes and gives a tiny smile and menacing wink. Nicole glares at him as though she were daring him to try to kill her, but he is taken away before she could gage his response.
Nicole leaves. In her wake are several "suits" who were eyeballing the dynamic between Nicole and Randall. The "Lead suit" is a tall, lean, pale creature with hollow eyes and short, cropped hair. This is MASON. Mason follows Nicole out of the building.
CUT TO. EXT-COURTHOUSE, DAY: The rainclouds have begun to mass around the midsections of the masses of metal that make up this part of midtown New York. The city has become a sweeping tower of corporate structures and mechanised living. All that remains of the "old school" structures are on the ground level of the city. This includes the courthouse which is a disfigured combination of old New York architecture and new technologies in renovations and additions. Nicole steps out on to the front steps and quickly spots Captain Moore who is looking dishevelled, but also looking like a proud father figure. Nicole walks down to him with the expression of "I told you so." slathered all over her face. Moore recognises this expression and opens the back door of the vehicle he is standing beside. Nicole steps in. Moore gets in after her. He closes the door. Mason and his brood are standing in Nicole's wake. Mason turns his head slightly to the stiff on his left.
MASON
Arrange a meeting with Whitcastle.
STIFF
Yes sir.
CUT TO. INT-VEHICLE, DAY: Moore presses a few buttons on a control module in front of him.
COMPUTER
Destination, Captain Moore?
MOORE
NYPD Headquarters.
COMPUTER
Division sir?
MOORE
Twelve.
COMPUTER
Acknowledged. Activating drive.
CUT TO. EXT-COURTHOUSE, DAY: The vehicle's wheels retract into the car's chassis and the car begins to move in a vertical direction.
CUT TO. INT-VEHICLE, DAY: Moore and Nicole sit next to each other. Nicole appears proud of herself, Moore appears a little dumbfounded.
NICOLE
Just ask alright.
MOORE
How did you know the technically of your assault wouldn't hinder proceedings?
NICOLE
I didn't.
MOORE
What?
NICOLE
I just had faith in justice. I held my belief that there are certain people who don't allow red tape to interfere with putting evil down.
MOORE
Well, I hope your luck holds. Cops today, we need to keep being the good guys.
NICOLE
Evil though, it has a funny way of resurrecting itself now and again. In new monsters...
MOORE
Ones justice can't touch.
NICOLE
I didn't know you read anything good.
MOORE
One time in Collage, I was bored, I was dumped, nuff said.
CUT TO. EXT-CITY, DAY: The vehicle hovers away into other traffic flying in the same direction as it begins to rain.