DARK ANGEL
Season One, Episode #3: "C.R.E.A.M."
First Aired 10/31/2000
(Alina is walking home when she is kidnapped. A cloth is put over her head and she is pushed into a van. The men sit her down in front of a video camera and take the hood off.)
EYES ONLY: Are you all right, Alina?
ALINA: In my neighborhood this is a date.
EYES ONLY: I’m sorry it has to be this way. I hope you understand the need to take precautions.
ALINA: You know, after I reached out to your people and didn’t hear back I wasn’t sure you'd see me. Thank you.
EYES ONLY: How can I help you?
ALINA: In one off your cable hacks you mentioned my father, Nathan Herrero.
EYES ONLY: We were colleagues. Back in the days of the Pacific Free Press.
ALINA: I want you to help me find out what happened to him.
EYES ONLY: My understanding is that your father was…disappeared. In all probability, murdered.
ALINA: That’s the assumption, but nobody knows for sure.
EYES ONLY: It’s been over two years. Maybe its time for you to let him go.
ALINA: I can't. Not until I find out what happened to him and who's responsible.
EYES ONLY: You should understand, Alina - I am not in the investigation business.
ALINA: But you are in the truth business and so was my father. And all I am asking for is the truth. Will you help me?
(Logan is watching the recording of Alina. He rewinds it and listens to her plea again.)
ALINA: Will you help me?
(Max arrives)
MAX: Still churning on how to handle the daughter of the famous crusading disappeared journalist guy?
LOGAN: She sent me these. (hands Max a stack of pictures) I looked into it back when he first disappeared. It’s all coming back to me. Everyone wanted Herrero dead. Cops, mob, political bosses. Basically he gave anyone who was dirty a reason to kill him. And they did.
MAX: Sounds like a story right up your alley. So depressing.
(Max looks at a picture of a girl and her father holding a red balloon and flashes back to Manticore. Max, Zack, and the others are crawling on the ground with guns during a training drill. Max sees something caught in a tree and points to it. Zack climbs up and brings it down. It turns out to be a red balloon that reads ‘Happy Birthday.’ The kids gather around it and reverently touch it. A soldier comes up.
SOLDIER: Section leader! You will give me that contraband or return back to the training area…
Zack kicks guard and knocks him unconscious. Max looks up and sees Lydecker glaring at them. She lets go of red balloon and it floats away. End of flashback. Logan is talking in the background but Max doesn’t hear him)
LOGAN: I really feel for this girl.
MAX: Huh?
LOGAN: I really feel for this girl. There's a big hole in her life and nothing’s ever going to fill it. Finding out whether her father was killed execution style by the government or buried in cement by gangsters isn't going to bring him back.
MAX: No, but at least it will get rid of the question marks. Not to be a pest, but anything on my stuff?
LOGAN: About your birth mother: I have been searching medical records of females, approximately 20 years old, admitted to psychiatric facilities, around the time you were born. When is your birthday, by the way?
MAX: I have no clue.
LOGAN: What do you mean?
MAX: Manticore wasn’t big on that type of thing. When's yours?
LOGAN: November 11th.
MAX: I got you an early present. (Pulls out brown bag from behind her. Hands bag to him)
LOGAN: A grapefruit. Wow. Haven't seen one of these in a while.
MAX: Got them down on the market on Fremont. They have chickens to.
LOGAN: We must be in a recovery.
MAX: Gotta jet.
LOGAN: Max. I need you to look into the Herrero thing for me.
MAX: One hand washes the other.
LOGAN: You should pick one. A birthday.
MAX: What for?
LOGAN: In this short brutal life you gotta seize any opportunity you can to celebrate.
(Max smiles and leaves)
(Opening credits)
(At Jam Pony)
HERBAL: Hey Druid, may it be in ya heart to slip Herbal a Benjamin til Friday? Man I am broke like a potato chip.
DRUID: Sorry bro, I am tapped out myself.
SKETCHY (enters and hands Herbal some money): I got your back.
HERBAL: Love.
DRUID: Hey, what up with that? He get paid dirt same as us. Now he’s helping us out.
HERBAL: Y’all give every man time to be in the sunshine.
DRUID: Not in Seattle dude.
(Sketchy is riding his bicycle down an abandoned ally. He knocks on a side door and a slot opens. Sketchy nods. A guy hands him a small packet. Sketchy puts it in his jacket and rides off)
(At a bar, Logan is playing darts. He gets a bull’s eye)
DETECTIVE SUNG (coming up behind him): You have been practicing. Hey.
LOGAN: Well the last time we played cost me three beers. What do you got for me, Detective?
SUNG: Squat. Nathan Herrero exposed a lot of wrong cops in his day. His disappearance was investigated, but not with much enthusiasm.
LOGAN: Any way I can take a look at the case file?
SUNG: It's sealed. How come? I don’t know.
LOGAN: So whose pocket needs lining?
SUNG: I start sniffing after Nathan Herrero I buy myself a brown thunderstorm especially with Allan Lans about to become police commissioner.
LOGAN: That’s a grim thought.
SUNG: Get used to the idea. All I can tell you is the case files are locked up at the MUNY. I am sorry I let your guy down.
LOGAN: He knows you do what you can, Matt.
SUNG: Have you ever met him? Eyes Only?
LOGAN (shakes his head no): Just a fan doing my part. I got this for your kid. Hard to find nowadays. (Hands Sung a Gameboy)
SUNG: Hey you don’t have to do this man, I'm giving you nothing here.
LOGAN: It's not for you.
SUNG: Look I am sure my boy would like it but I can't.
LOGAN: It doesn’t make you a guy on the take.
SUNG: (Takes it) Boy I guess everybody is. At least helping you folks I can look at myself in the eye when I get up in the morning. Thanks.
(Detective Sung gets up and leaves)
(At a bicycle hangout, the Jam Pony employees are watching Sketchy do bike tricks.)
ORIGINAL CINDY (Looking at a girl): Now there's a heifer I could get exclusive with.
HERBAL: The Bible tells us, do not think of wicked things.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Then it's all good! Cause Original Cindy’s about deeds, not words.
SKETCHY: Well here's a 20th century classic. A slinky chick: a front wheel 180 into a nose Manuel, which will last for five seconds. I shall demonstrate.
MAX (rides up): What’s up?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Guess who’s showing out for the lickety split, only she belongs to me.
(Sketchy does a bike move)
MAX: Sketchy’s got some mad skills.
ORIGINAL CINDY: He aiight.
GIRL: Okay, pony boy, how bout a jump? No foot can can, cross up, into a nose Manuel.
SKETCHY: Cake.
(He tries the jump but falls. The crowd groans)
SKETCHY: Uh, that was a practice. Real thing now.
(He goes to try again, but the envelope he picked up earlier has fallen out of his bag and floats away down a sewer.)
(Max's beeper goes off)
MAX: Oh. Gotta blaze. (at a phone) Logan! Me hittin' you back. . . What kind of help?
(Max is at the police station at night. She breaks inside and floods a bathroom to distract the guard’s attention)
GUARD (sees wet floor and calls on the radio): Hey cap, are you there?
CAP: Yeah, what have you got?
GUARD: I’ve got a moisture situation, fourth floor Men’s Room.
(The janitor arrives and starts mopping the floor)
GUARD: Well, no floating pieces of corn, which is good news.
(During the commotion, Max has broken into the evidence room. The guard sees the alarm go off on the room Max entered and goes to investigate. Max takes Herrero’s disc and is about to leave when the guard finds her)
GUARD: Hold it right there!
MAX: What if I wanna hold it over here? (jumps across the room)
GUARD: I mean it! Don’t make this any worse than its gotta be.
MAX (moving too fast for him to keep up): You’re the one holding the gun. You know I dated a guy like you once. Everything had to be his way. So I told him I want to see other people.
(Max knocks the guard unconscious and shoves over a row of file cabinets. She jumps out the window as more guards enter the room. Below, she gets on her bike and roars out of the compound as the guards shoot at her)
GUARD 2: Get off the bike! What the hell was that?
GUARD 3: I don't know! It looked like a girl!
(At Jam Pony, Sketchy is banging his head against the lockers)
HERBAL: Easy man! Chill!
SKETCHY: Don’t give me any of your Irie crap Herbal! Everything is not okay! My hours are numbered. (Bangs his head against the locker again)
NORMAL: Hey! Company property! Be careful! Bip bip bip!
ORIGINAL CINDY: Why were you workin’ as a mule for a bunch of Russian gangsters, if I may ask?
SKETCHY: I am a young capitalist, in a failing economy. I saw opportunity and went for it!
ORIGINAL CINDY: Only you lost the cheese.
SKETCHY: I got to the drop and the envelope was gone!
ORIGINAL CINDY: You probably lost it dumbing for my Likecky Boo. Serves you right.
SKETCHY: I am road kill here guys!
ORIGINAL CINDY: How much are we talkin’ about?
SKETCHY: More than I got.
HERBAL: Don’t sweat it my brother. It is just a book fulfilling its self.
SKETCHY: Thank you for your kind words Herbal. But what do I do?
HERBAL: Jah know.
SKETCHY: Jah come if I don’t give these guys cash money. Maybe I should just go talk to these guys. Explain what happened.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Followed by some very fast running.
SKETCHY: No, no, these are businessmen. I mean the Odessa Social Club? Fairly sizable gambling operation. These guys should be open to an equitable arrangement to make things right.
HERBAL: But Sketch? Don't forget about the part about the very fast running.
SKETCHY: No, it's going to be okay! I'm confident. (Runs off)
HERBAL: When he’s dead, who gets to keep his bike? (Original Cindy gives him a dirty look)
(At Logan's Apartment)
LOGAN: According to this, the police were investigating a possible contract hit on Herrero. Paid for by the Belturn Administration as payback for taking down one of the mayor’s lieutenants.
MAX: What happens when you fight City Hall.
LOGAN: Only Herrero was grabbed three days before the whack was supposed to go down and never heard from again.
MAX: Think another player got to him first?
LOGAN: Looks like it. Clean grab, no forced entry. Housekeeper showed the next morning, saw signs of a struggle and reported him missing.
MAX: Where was the daughter?
LOGAN: She and the old man were estranged at the time. She was hitting the bong, had an older boyfriend, usual teenage thing. Nathan didn’t approve so she ran away.
MAX: And now all she wants is her daddy.
LOGAN: How it goes I guess. (Presses play on an interview tape.)
INTERROGATOR: State your name for the record please.
HOUSEKEEPER: Rebecca Cuthrell.
INTERROGATOR: And on the morning in question you arrived for work at?
HOUSEKEEPER: 9 AM. Same as always.
INTERROGATOR: What did you find?
HOUSEKEEPER: Mr. Herrero wasn’t there. It looked like there’d been some sort of fight.
LOGAN (switching off the tape): Herrero's housekeeper.
MAX: The one who reported him missing.
LOGAN: Disappeared herself two weeks after the murder.
MAX: Scared probably.
LOGAN: Or involved. Thanks for getting this for me by the way. (Motions to the disc)
MAX: No big dealio.
LOGAN: I do seem to be putting you in harm’s way quite a bit lately.
MAX: Yeah. And?
LOGAN: So I got you a little something. (Points to a box on the table)
MAX: What's this?
LOGAN: A present.
(Max opens it up, sees a gun, and immediately shuts it again)
MAX: Not to sound ungrateful, but I don't do guns.
LOGAN: That would make you the only person walking around this city not packing.
MAX: And that’s the way its gonna stay.
LOGAN: A genetically engineered killing machine, squeamish about guns.
(Max has a flashback to when Eva was shot at Manticore)
MAX: Just a rule.
LOGAN: Okay. If you change your mind…
MAX: I won't. I gotta to say I’m a little surprised, a high-minded idealistic lefty humanist like yourself advocating greasing the bad guys.
LOGAN: It's a kicked or be kicked in the ass world out there.
MAX (smiling): Now kickin’ ass, I got no issues with.
(Sketchy knocking on the alley door again. The small window opens and casino owner scowls at him)
RAFE: The cash didn’t get there. Why?
SKETCHY: Let me explain the situation.
(The mobsters beat Sketchy up a bit and push him into a pile of garbage)
SKETCHY: Listen dude, I understand you’re upset!
RAFE: I don’t get upset. Cause of my ulcers. (Motions toward other thug) He gets upset.
SKETCHY: Okay, hear me out on this. The envelope in question you said had 15,000 dollars in it? I’m gonna take your word on that particular figure. So lets see now, you pay me twenty bucks a run, two runs a week, that’s, uh, $2080 a year. Divided 15 Gs. So to make things right, I will work for you for free for 375 weeks, which works out to be the next 7 and one-fifth years approximately . . . (The mobsters start towards him again) Maybe a counter offer guys?
(Later Max and Cindy ride up on their bikes. Sketchy is hanging naked upside down, with a gag in his mouth and his hands covering his crotch. Original Cindy and Max laugh)
ORIGINAL CINDY: Now that is what I call a perfect man! (removes the gag)
SKETCHY: Ugh! Come on guys! I got 36 hours to come up with the money, or I am gonna end up like my clothes. (He nods to a corner were his clothes are burning) Can you please get me down?
(Max’s beeper goes off)
MAX: Well, I gotta bounce. Can you handle this?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Got it covered. (Shoves the rag back in Sketchy’s mouth) Whatever you do, keep your hands were they are. Original Cindy just ate.
(At Logan's apartment)
LOGAN: Did some digging on the housekeeper. She's been unemployed since Herrero died, but 18 months ago she bought a place on Alexander. So were did she get the cash?
MAX: Alexander's not exactly Park Avenue.
LOGAN: But still. She bought an apartment.
MAX: So Rebecca Cuthrell helped kill Herrero, waited a safe amount of time, and used the blood money to move into a new crib.
LOGAN: That’s how I figure it. Problem is, trail’s cold. Unlikely we could ever prove anything, but if we knew who her friends are, who she talks to, maybe we could shake something loose and give Alina the last chapter of her father’s life. To that end, I was wondering if I could impose on you to install this. (Hands her surveillance equipment)
MAX: Voice-activated parabolic mike with a high-gain noise filter, lithium powered RF transmitter broadcasting at what, 400 Meg? I excelled in telecommunications as a child.
LOGAN: 450 Meg, actually.
MAX: Really? I stand corrected.
(That night, Max is placing the microphones outside Rebecca Cuthrell’s house and in the process sees Rebecca and Herrero in the apartment kissing)
(Logan is studying in a library when Herrero appears from behind the stacks)
HERRERO: This place used to be a haven for writers, artists - those of us who took the time to think about what it means to be human. Now it feels like we’re in an armed camp.
LOGAN: For the time being.
HERRERO: Hello my friend. I have to say I was surprised to hear your voice on the phone. And a little concerned. I went to a lot of trouble to disappear. But after much hesitation, here I am.
LOGAN: I appreciate your coming.
HERRERO: What made you come looking?
LOGAN: Alina.
HERRERO: I used to play chess at this table with Hunter Dillon, murdered by a police death squad for speaking out against the Belturn Administration.
LOGAN: And you didn’t want the same thing to happen to you so you staged your own abduction and went into hiding?
HERRERO: Same as you, only you kept working and filing your stories from underground and I didn’t.
LOGAN: That’s the part I don't understand.
HERRERO: I fell in love. I found myself wanting comfort. A life.
LOGAN: You walked away.
HERRERO: They were trying to kill me, Logan. If anyone should understand, it’s you. Look at you. You’re lucky you're still alive.
LOGAN: What about your daughter?
HERRERO: I wasn’t a very good father, my fault. I left her with what money I could. Didn’t think she’d miss me all that much.
LOGAN: What do you want me to tell her?
HERRERO: It would be easier for all concerned to leave me dead I suppose, but I would like to see her if she’s open to it.
(At Logan's apartment)
MAX: So the bad news is what? He wasn’t murdered? He fought the good fight and got a life. Makes sense to me.
LOGAN: Figures you’d relate to someone turning their back on responsibility.
MAX: Listen to yourself – Alina got her father back, and you’re all ‘who cares’?
LOGAN: I didn’t say that.
MAX: Don't make this about yourself, Logan. It isn't. You don't know what it's like to be alone in this world. I do.
LOGAN: Now who's making this about themselves?
MAX: You know some guys are willing to rearrange the priorities when they meet a girl who moves their furniture. In fact some guys are even looking for it. . . or so I’ve heard. I'm gonna go tell Alina about her father cause I think I may do a better job of making it sound like a good thing. Bye.
(Max leaves and arrives at Alina's house)
ALINA: Wow. You know I’d done such a good job preparing myself for the worst. But all this time he's been out there and I didn’t know. It's like some kind of a miracle.
MAX: You excited?
ALINA: I don't know what I am. You know of course I am glad he's alive. But it's hard to believe that he could have just abandoned me.
MAX: Look, it's pointless to figure out who left who and why. Who’s more right or less wrong. Doesn’t matter. The both of you get a second chance. Don’t overthink it.
ALINA: If you were me, would you see him?
(Max remembers the red balloon at Manticore)
MAX: In a heartbeat.
(At Crash)
SKETCHY: Where is Max?
ORIGINAL CINDY: She’ll be here.
SKETCHY: It's almost 7:00. I’ve got ‘til 10:00. That’s less than three hours.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Who knew you was such a math whiz?
SKETCHY: My life is at stake here, Cindy.
ORIGINAL CINDY: That female’s word is like stone.
(Max comes in all dressed up)
ORIGINAL CINDY: What’d I tell you? Party over here girl! Dang! Look at you flossin’!
(Max flicks her hair and twirls around for Cindy)
MAX: What are you drinking?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Apple Martini. The mans just gonna give us their money, we so hot!
SKETCHY: Guys, we should get going!
MAX: Okay, okay! You got the bank role?
SKETCHY: 100 from Natalie on the QT. That’s all I could get.
MAX: And you know were to meet us?
SKETCHY: Yeah.
(Girls walk out and Sketchy looks at his watch)
SKETCHY: Two hours and fifty-six minutes.
(In the alley, Original Cindy knocks on door. Rafe opens the slot and looks at them. Max and Cindy grin goofily and bat their eyelashes)
ORIGINAL CINDY: Hi there! We just got off work …
MAX: …dancing over at the Cherry Bomb…
ORIGINAL CINDY: Big tip night.
MAX: …and a guy said this would be a really great place to have some fun . . .
ORIGINAL CINDY: …get our drink on…
MAX: . . . and make a little money playing that game with the ball that spins? I forgot what it's called.
(Rafe looks them up and down. Cindy and Max grin. He nods at them, opens the door and leads them to the roulette table)
RAFE: You girls gamble much?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Last week this one bet she could shoot her thong the farthest and won 50 bucks.
RAFE: Have fun, ladies.
ORIGINAL CINDY: So what's the dealio with this bitch?
MAX: The dealio is the wheel is turning at 3.2 revolutions per sec.
ORIGINAL CINDY: How do you know that?
MAX: I just do. And the ball is rolling at a velocity of 4.4 meters a sec. The rest is physics. (She watches the wheel intently, calculating) Bet 11.
ORIGINAL CINDY: You sure?
MAX: Just do it.
ORIGINAL CINDY (pushing some chips to the casino man): 11.
(Ball slows down and lands on 11. Then it bounces)
CASINO MAN: 9 red.
MAX: I can tell you where it’s gonna land but I can't call the bounce. (They try again)
MAX: 13 black.
(The ball lands exactly where she said it would, and they’re on a roll. They play successfully for a while than stop to count their money)
ORIGINAL CINDY: We have three large.
MAX: Another 12 to go and only an hour before Sketchy’s toast.
RAFE: You ladies are doin’ pretty good. How much you up?
ORIGINAL CINDY (putting the bills in her top): ‘Bout a cup size.
MAX: But this wheel thing’s a yawn.
ORIGINAL CINDY: We’re looking for some action.
RAFE: You girls like poker?
MAX: Is that the game where you take off your clothes when you lose?
RAFE: Uh, here we play for money. There’s a game going on in the back.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Wanna try?
RAFE: C’mon give it a shot. High stakes. You can win a lot of dough in a hurry back there.
MAX: What have we got to lose?
(In the back room, Max and Cindy sit at a table with several other mobsters)
RAFE: We like to take turns with the shuffle. Keeps the game honest. (They all laugh) So, a little 5 card stud?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Sounds like my kind of game
MAX (to Cindy): You should throw one of your tens - you've got too many. Oh, sorry! Is it okay if we help each other? I’m just remembering now this is that really confusing game with all those different cards. Which is probably why I always end up with no clothes on.
RAFE: No problem.
(They play and Max and Cindy keep losing)
RAFE: It’s your deal.
MAX (picks up the cards): You know, somebody’s been eating french fries, cause these cards are greasy kinda like my ex but we won’t get into that. Original Cindy baby, will you hand me a new setup?
ORIGINAL CINDY: Mm-hmm.
MAX: How bout we get rid of these bet limits and open this mother up? (The men quickly agree)
(She gets a new deck, shuffles and deals, memorizing the order of the cards. They play for a while and win a lot. There is a huge pile on money on this hand)
MAX (to Cindy): You gonna fold?
ORIGINAL CINDY: No. (Max gives her a look) On second thought, I’m out.
(A few other people drop out until only the one man and Max are left)
MAX: Lot of money there.
RAFE: It’ll be about 12…
MAX: $14,234.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Plus Pepper’s watch and Henry’s St. Anthony medal.
(Max discards two good cards and draws two new ones)
ORIGINAL CINDY: Uh! Hello!
MAX: Believe. (To the mobsters) Well I’m all out of cash but how ‘bout a lap dance?
RAFE: And what would be the value on that?
MAX: Well, at the Cherry Bomb for the two of us together, all night - a G. You only live once, at that.
RAFE: OK, I’ll see that bet. Hate making girls cry but…. (Lays out his cards, which are very good)
MAX (Lays down her cards - they’re better): More hearts than organs baby!
ORIGINAL CINDY (scooping up the cash): Dada!
MAX: Well, we’ve had lots of fun. And we got to keep our clothes on.
RAFE: Don't rush off.
MAX: We live with our parents.
ORIGINAL CINDY: They worry.
(Outside the room, the men stop them)
RAFE: It’s a little rude you know, leaving a game like this so suddenly.
ORIGINAL CINDY: You guys really wanna throw down with all these nice money-losing folks watching?
RAFE (grabs Max’s arm): You know what, you don’t play so nice with others.
MAX: I was home schooled. (throws his arm off)
(Outside the club)
ORIGINAL CINDY: You threw two queens to pick up a straight flush. That takes more than intuition, girl.
MAX: Lady Luck’s a friend!
(Rafe and his thugs surround them)
RAFE: Give it up, girls.
ORIGINAL CINDY: OK, so I guess we’re gonna throw down out here. (Rafe tries to grab the money from her shirt) Nobody touches the ta ta's!
MAX: Oh! That’s right, bring it on big boy! Oh there are two of you!
ORIGINAL CINDY: Don’t make me go ghetto with you!
(Max and Cindy kick major butt till everyone is unconscious or running away)
ORIGINAL CINDY: Yeah, you better step off cause Original Cindy just stepped straight outta Compton!
MAX: Damn girl, you da man!
ORIGINAL CINDY: You did aiight yourself boo.
MAX: Let’s go.
(Later, they meet up with Sketchy and Cindy gives him the money)
SKETCHY: Your parents must have been terrorists cause you guys are the bomb!
MAX (grabs his chin): Next time you need a favor and call a friend, remember one thing: you’re out of lifelines sweetheart! Let’s go.
(Max and Cindy walk off)
(Alina takes a cab to her father’s apartment, and watches him in the window. She lights a cigarette and a second later the house blows up)
(Max and Logan watch a news report on the explosion)
NEWS ANCHOR: A fiery explosion tore through this apartment building on Alexander Drive late last night, killing two people. Emergency workers removed the bodies of 32-year-old Rebecca Cuthrell and an unidentified male companion. The cause is still under investigation, but informed sources are calling the blast suspicious…
MAX: Who do you like for this? Cops, mob, Belturn’s people?
LOGAN: Me. I’m the one who got this guy killed. We put Alina in touch with her father and an hour later the place is torched? It’s not an accident.
MAX: But she was so…I don’t know…emotional I guess. You should have seen her face when I told her father was alive.
LOGAN: Someone recruited her. Probably Allan Lans.
MAX: Damn. We got played.
LOGAN: Not that we can prove any of this.
MAX: Herrero ended up dying for what he believed in after all.
LOGAN: Even if he didn’t believe it anymore.
MAX: Looks like you got your martyr.
LOGAN: That’s not how I wanted it.
(Max goes to Alina’s apartment and finds a brochure for a train company. She tracks Alina to the train station. Alina removes a briefcase from a locker. Max follows her onto the train and sits down next to her)
MAX: Wow. What a coincidence. Headed to Portland too?
ALINA: Umm . . .My boyfriend lives there.
MAX: Yeah. You probably needed to get away. It’s gotta be pretty traumatic, losing your father all over again. You have my condolences. Thought you might want this for kindling or something. (Pulls out the picture) You’re good, you know, had me completely fooled.
ALINA: You know what, I don’t know what you’re talking about. (gets up)
MAX (follows her): Why’d you do it Alina?
ALINA: Leave me alone.
(They reach an empty storage train car)
MAX: How much did Lans pay you to give up your father?
ALINA: You’ll never prove anything!
MAX: Did you hate him that much or was it just the money?
ALINA: It was both, all right? It was both.
(Max grabs at the briefcase, which flies open and all the money inside begins to blow away)
MAX: Say goodbye to one of them.
ALINA: No! (Grabs a bunch with her hands)
MAX: That should just about cover a one-way ticket to Portland. And you always have your hate.
(At his apartment, Logan is working out)
BLING: Hey, this just came for you, Logan.
LOGAN: Thank you, Bling.
BLING: No problem.
(It is a video from Herrero. Logan begins to watch it)
HERRERO: The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil…
LOGAN: … is for good men to do nothing.
HERRERO: Thank you my friend. I spoke to my daughter this afternoon. She’s coming over for late supper tonight. Now I have a chance to start again with her. I owe you one so I’m giving you this disc, and on it you’ll find information that proves that Lans was responsible for the death of a Seattle DA. I’ve been sitting on it all this time out of concern for Alina’s safety. I’m going to ask Alina to go away with me so she’ll be out of harm’s way.
(At Jam Pony)
SKETCHY: Max! I see a huge ladder out of this hellhole called Jam Pony.
MAX: I am not going to start ripping off casinos with you, Sketchy!
SKETCHY: Whoa! What you do is not ripping off. It’s simply maximizing your God-given talents. So come on, let’s maximize!
MAX: Maximize this. (hits him upside the head) (To Cindy) Can you believe this guy? We bail out this guy's ass, the next thing ya know he's looking for another payday.
ORIGINAL CINDY: Cream, baby, cream! Cash Rules Everything Around Me. C.R.E.A.M. It’s the world we live in.
(A streaming freedom video comes on the television, cutting into a campaign ad)
TV: With leadership and vision – Allan Lans for Police Commissioner…
EYES ONLY: Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a streaming freedom video bulletin. This cable hack cannot be traced and cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in this city. Yesterday a great man died. But Nathan Herrero left behind graphic evidence proving that Allan Lans is a cold-blooded murderer. What you are about to see is difficult to watch, but when you do, you will not let Allan Lans steal this election. He will be hunted down. He will pay for his crimes. And Nathan Herrero’s death will not have been in vain. He was my friend. He was a hero to the people. Here is his final testament.
(Max is on top of the Space Needle thinking)
MAX: So Logan finally restored his mentor to sainthood, albeit posthumously. Funny guy Logan - lotta rules. But maybe he's right about one thing. Maybe I should pick a birthday. Just to have something to celebrate in this short brutal life. How about April Fools Day? Maybe not. My life’s enough of a joke. Yesterday, yeah. Born yesterday. And the best part is I have a whole year not to think about it.