"Rock, Paper, Scissors"
by Joseph Dowdy

Act II


FADE IN

INT. BOMB SQUAD OFFICE - DAY

Richter stands next to Detective Paxton’s desk, with Chance and Diane sitting in front. The office door opens and in walks the police chief with a big-ass cop coffee mug. Richter and Detective Paxton stand up when he arrives.

CHIEF
Please, sit down. I’m in your territory now. I just wanted to stop by and see how things were going here in the bomb squad.
DETECTIVE PAXTON
Chief, please have a seat.
CHIEF
Thank you. So have you uncovered anything new?
DETECTIVE PAXTON
Yes, actually we have. Miss Smithers says her ex-husband doesn’t know a thing about explosives. He doesn’t have access to the necessary parts like blasting caps or C-4.
RICHTER
But, from what it sounds like, he was very jealous of her. Jealous enough to pay a hit man to carry out his plans.

CHIEF

Have there been any withdrawals from his account that would prove your theory?

RICHTER

Yes. We know that he left his job without an explanation three days ago. That was when Miss Smithers book hit #1 on the bestseller list. He cleaned out his account that afternoon. He’s got enough money to effectively hide out, get a new ID and pay a hit man.

DETECTIVE PAXTON

I’ve been working with my favorite sergeant, Sergeant Smith...
Detective Paxton points to Sergeant Smith in the next room talking with another policeman. Everyone looks. Sergeant Smith looks over. Everyone in Detective Paxton’s office breaks the stare.
DETECTIVE PAXTON
...about where we can find Mr. Smithers. He says that he has put out an APB and is working on tightening the security for the TV interview that Miss Smithers is scheduled for at three o’clock.
CHIEF
Well, Miss Smithers, I hope you don’t mind all the attention...

DIANE

No, not at all.
Chance watches her and smiles. She looks down at her lap and smiles graciously.
CHIEF
...and if we’re not distracting you too much from your interview later, we’ll be glad to escort you and make sure that your ex-husband doesn’t hurt you, OK?

DIANE

Thank you.
Everyone in the room gets up to leave.

EXT. DETECTIVE PAXTON’S OFFICE - DAY

As they all make their way out of their office, we see Sergeant Smith watching them from behind.

POLICEMAN
Sergeant Smith?
Sergeant Smith doesn’t hear as he watches them all and makes eye contact with Diane. There is an awkward moment.
POLICEMAN
Sergeant Smith!
Sergeant Smith turns and looks.
SERGEANT SMITH
Yeh.

POLICEMAN

Did you page a guy named Bronson? He’s on the line.

SERGEANT SMITH

Yeah, give it here.
As Sergeant Smith takes the phone he watches Diane leave and tries to avoid further eye contact. Diane looks back at Chance as they file away from the office, Chance looks at Sergeant Smith and tries to catch him looking. Sergeant Smith does not look up.
SERGEANT SMITH
Smith here!
The chief, Detective Paxton, Diane, Richter and Chance begin to file out of the main office. Chance tries to listen in. He senses there is something wrong.
SERGEANT SMITH
Yeah, meet me at Tom’s.
Chance leaves the room staring at Sergeant Smith.

INT. HALLWAY OF POLICE DEPARTMENT

Chance closes the door behind him and raises his hand to motion to Richter.

CHANCE
Psst, Richter.
Richter turns around and looks back at Chance and stops. Chance catches up to her.
RICHTER
What’s up, Chance?

CHANCE

Listen, I think you should keep an eye on that Sergeant Smith guy. I’ve had nothing but bad vibes about that guy all day.
RICHTER
Let me guess. Is this a gut feeling, intuition or are you becoming psychic?

CHANCE

Yeah, ha ha ha. No, I’m serious.
RICHTER
I can tell, but when are you going to lighten up?
CHANCE
As soon as this is all over. I’m gonna take a vacation somewhere. Right now I’ve gotta get back to the diner.

RICHTER

Can you meet us at Channel 66 at three o’clock?

CHANCE

Yeah, sure. Is that where they’re taping her interview?

RICHTER

Yeah.

CHANCE

Well, I told Westin I’d meet her at the diner later. My car is in the shop. I don’t know if I can manage both. As a matter of fact, I think I’m going to bow out, OK?

RICHTER

It would really help the investigation if you were there. I might not be able to explain, but strange things do happen around you.
        (pause)
Well, I’ll give you a ride to the diner, you see what you can do. Let’s go.
EXT. BLUE PLATE DINER - DAY

Blue Plate Diner Special courtesy of a beautifully angled shot.

INT. BLUE PLATE DINER - DAY

Chance enters wearing sunglasses and a fishing hat.

CHANCE
Hey, Ange.
He pulls off his disguise as he walks to the counter.
ANGIE
Well, if it isn’t the Psychic Hero in his mild-mannered disguise.
Chance grabs a stool. Angie plops down a coffee cup and pours caffeine.
CHANCE
Aw, geesh! You heard about it, too!
ANGIE
You’re plastered all over the radio. Heroes are big news and news gets around fast y’know.
CHANCE
What did they say about the psychic?

ANGIE

Who?

CHANCE

The psychic. The author who wrote the book. She was the, uh, intended target of the bomb.
ANGIE
No, I don't know. Do you know her?
CHANCE
Just met her today.
Angie smiles a funny smile. She opens up the register for no apparent reason other than mischief.
ANGIE
So, Chance? Are you...psychic?

CHANCE

No. Why?

ANGIE

Pick a number between one and ten.
CHANCE
OK. Five.

ANGIE

       (pointing at the register)
Guess how many pennies I have in here?

CHANCE

Don’t tell me.

ANGIE

Well, we’ve established that you’re a hero about a billion times. And you find four leaf clovers like a charm. And you have an uncanny ability to be in the right place at the right time. I guess you could be...
CHANCE
Don’t say it. There’s a big difference between being lucky and being some wacky psychic...guru or whatever.
Angie smiles and walks away. The bell on the front door of the diner rings.
WESTIN
Oh, you’re here early.
Westin grabs a stool next to Chance.
WESTIN
I was going to leave these for you. I can’t meet you later at six.
       (pause)
Once again, you have proven that you are psychic by being here when I am now, thus preventing you from missing me later.

CHANCE

Or maybe you’re the one who’s psychic by knowing I would be here now because I am not going to be later. Oh, wait. I will be here later. Ugh, this psychic business sucks. I’m glad that I don’t know what I’m doing, I could lose my mind trying to figure it out. So, what do you have for me that couldn’t wait until later?
WESTIN
Oh! The shots from this morning.
Westin pulls out large eight-by-ten black and white photos. Angie approaches and checks them out.
CHANCE
These are nice.
Angie hold up the shot of Chance staring into space with the disabled bomb in his hands.
 
ANGIE
That’s you alright, Chance. Mr. “I-don’t-know-how-I-did-it-but-I-just-saved-the-world.”
Chance leafs through the pictures.
CHANCE
Are these the ones I shot?

WESTIN

Yeah, I just made a contact sheet and one print.
Chance picks up the contact sheet and looks at it intently.
CHANCE
What’s that?
Chance sets it down and looks closer.
CHANCE
Westin, do you have a magnifier?

WESTIN

Yeah, just a second.
Westin pulls out the magnifier and hands it to Chance. Chance moves to use it on the contact sheet.

INT. CU MAGNIFICATION OF CONTACT SHEET - DAY

Sergeant Smith is walking away from the bookstore just in front of Chance with his hand blocking his own face.

CHANCE
This is one that I shot when we got there. That’s Sergeant Smith; he was asking me questions after I defused the bomb. He seemed a little miffed because...
INT. BLUE PLATE DINER - DAY

Chance looks up in the air seeming to see an answer up there.

CHANCE
...it was his bomb.
Chance looks ahead at Angie in stunned amazement.
ANGIE
Don’t look at me. I’m not psychic.
WESTIN
Chance?...Yo, Chance!
Chance looks over at Westin with his mouth still hanging open. Westin closes it softly by lifting his chin up with her hand.
WESTIN
Aren’t you taking this psychic business a bit too far? Are you starting to believe that you, Chance Harper, can predict the future?
CHANCE
I don’t know anymore. Diane and Richter both said I shouldn’t fight the idea. Maybe I am psychic.
Chance abruptly dashes away from the counter.
WESTIN
Hey!
Westin rushes after him.
WESTIN
Chance, you don’t have a car!
CHANCE
Oh, yeah.


Chance stops and holds the door politely for Westin.

CHANCE
Can you take me to the TV station?
Westin stands in the door smiling just before walking through.
WESTIN
Only if I can have your autograph, Psychic Hero.
Chance lightens up and smiles easily.
FADE OUT.

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