CHAPTER 11
EXT. TWILIGHT CITY, WESTWARD POST, EMPLOYEE PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Eric walks Sydney to her car. He clearly still feels nervous from the small shake in his step and heavy breathing. Sydney seems to be nervous too, keeping her head down. They get to her car.
ERIC
Here we are.
SYDNEY
Thank you, Mr. Westward.
Sydney opens the door to her car.
SYDNEY
I'll see you tomorrow.
Eric grins.
ERIC
First thing in the morning!
The grin fades as Sydney gets in the car and he rolls his eyes at what he'd just said. He grabs the door and stops her from closing it.
ERIC
Wait, did you enjoy the uh... The lunch?
SYDNEY
Yes, sir, it was delicious.
ERIC
I meant... Did you like going to lunch with me?
SYDNEY
Yes, sir. I had a wonderful time.
ERIC
You don't have to keep calling me "sir," office hours over. You don't even have to call me that during office hours. My first name would suffice. How about we do it again tomorrow? If you don't have any plans.
SYDNEY
I never have any plans, Eric. It's a date.
ERIC
A date? A date.
Eric smiles. Sydney smiles back.
SYDNEY
Goodnight.
ERIC
Goodnight.
Eric waves, Sydney waves back through the window. After she drives off Eric stands watching the car. He puts his hands on his hips and points his head in the air and laughs to himself, a hug gust of wind knocks him off balance, he catches himself. Wayne is standing directly in front of him.
ERIC
Nice getup, Lucas.
WAYNE
I have a quick question.
ERIC
Everything is always so quick with you. Sometimes I think you don't want to spend any time with me.
WAYNE
Cute. I want to ask about a... Well, I guess you could call him a Vigilante. Wears black, sticks to the shadows, carries a lot of knives in guns.
ERIC
Wayne, that's pretty much the entire lower-class population of Twilight City.
WAYNE
This one killed a couple thugs doing a break-in with James Macky.
ERIC
No way, somebody killed The Red Dynamo?
WAYNE
Not yet, at least. He's breaking into the Asylum tonight to finish him. I'd like to know what I'll be dealing with.
ERIC
I don't know anything. But of course, you're Blur, when have you ever known what you were dealing with?
WAYNE
Thanks for your time.
ERIC
Oh, you've got to run now?
Wayne makes his exit so quickly it's as if he'd vanished. Eric laughs to himself.
ERIC
Oh, Wayne. Always in such a hurry! I like him better when he's not chasing bad people.
Eric walks to his car.
INT. BLAKE CITY INSANE ASYLUM, BASEMENT - NIGHT
A dark, leaky basement. the only things in there are pipes, spare mattresses, boxes of deceased resident's possessions, and a small window letting moonlight in. Huddled in the corner is Kemal, the orderly. He has his head buried in his hands.
KEMAL
He was innocent! I doomed an innocent man! I forced his soul out.
Wayne appears next to him kneeling down.
WAYNE
Kemal, what are you doing down here?
KEMAL
He's gone. Kemal's gone.
WAYNE
What happened to you?
KEMAL
I'm not Kemal! I killed him! I didn't mean to. It was supposed to be an inmate! I'm sorry! I killed him!
WAYNE
Kemal, I don't know what's gotten into you. But I'm going to get you help. it's safer if you stay down here for now though. After I take care of this I'll be back. I promise. I'll get you help for whatever's gone wrong.
Wayne vanishes again. Kemal sits up and looks for him, his head returns to his hands shortly after.
INT. BLAKE CITY INSANE ASYLUM, PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - NIGHT
A psychiatrist for the asylum wanders around his office, looking for all of his missing files.
PSYCHIATRIST
Where did they ge-
Renegade emerges from the shadows and grabs his neck. He puts a finger over his mouth and puts him into a sleeper hold. The psychiatrist passes out quietly and Renegade drops him on the floor. He steps over to fusebox on the wall and opens it.
EXT. BLAKE CITY INSANE ASYLUM, HALLWAY - NIGHT
The hallway containing all of the most dangerous patients. All of the lights go out. The manual locks on the doors are the only things keeping the prisoner's indoors. The door to the psychiatrist's office sits at the end of the hallway. It slides open and Renegade steps out, holding a 9mm in his hand.