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SHARK

1x22: Wayne's World 2: Revenge of the Shark

Original Air Date: 3 May 2007

Written by: Ian Biederman

Directed by: Adam Davidson

Transcribed by: Rahul Kudva



FADE IN.

RECAP.

VOICEOVER: Previously on Shark.

[Unknown location. Night. (Episode 12) Janet Butler runs down the slope. Her terrified face is illuminated by a car's headlights.]

DETECTIVE GARLAND: [vo] Janet Butler, 28, motorist spotted her in the middle of the road.

[Hospital Parking Lot. Night. (Episode 12) Sebastian Stark, Isaac Wright and Detective Garland walk towards the hospital where Janet is admitted.]

ISAAC WRIGHT: Could it be our guy?

[ICU. Night. (Episode 12) Janet tearfully recounts her ordeal.]

JANET BUTLER: [softly] He was in my head. I don't ever wanna see him again.

[Courtroom. Day. (Episode 1) Julie Stark sits in the witness box, regarding her decision of which parent to live with.]

JULIE STARK: I choose to live with my dad.

[Interrogation Room. Night. (Episode 12) Stark speaks to Wayne Callison.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: We're dealing with a real psychopath, Wayne. Twisted, vicious.

[Courtroom. Day. (Episode 12) Callison stands at the Defense table, during the preliminary hearing.]

WAYNE CALLISON: I'd like to represent myself in this trial.

[Stark Residence, Indoor Courtroom. Night. (Episode 12) Janet pleads with Stark.]

JANET BUTLER: [tearfully] Please, don't make me do this.

SEBASTIAN STARK: If you don't testify, Janet... Wayne Callison can go free.

[Janet's home. Day. (Episode 12) Isaac and Raina Troy enter Janet's bathroom and find her hanging from the clothesline in the shower.]

ISAAC WRIGHT: Oh, damn.

[Outside Courthouse. Day. (Episode 1) Julie and Stark sit on the courthouse steps, after she's made her choice.]

JULIE STARK: Something you probably don't understand, and maybe you never will. You need me.

[Courtroom. Day. (Episode 12) Callison stands as the jury delivers its verdict.]

JURY FOREPERSON: We find the defendant... not guilty.

[Stark closes his eyes in defeat.]

[Later, Callison speaks to him.]

WAYNE CALLISON: See you around, Sebastian.

[He walks off, while Stark looks at him hatefully.]


FADE TO:

[Crime scene. Night. A forensics tech snaps a picture of a dead body. Another places markers on different spots of interest. Shots of people standing around - police personnel and civilians. Stark's car drives up. Stark gets out of his car and walks towards the come scene. A detective accompanies him.]

DETECTIVE: Victim's Hannah Morton, 27. Looks like she was hiking that trail over there.

[Stark looks around.]

DETECTIVE: The killer did a hell of a job on her.

[They walk up to the covered body. One of the techs pulls back the sheet to reveal Hannah Morton's face.]

FLASHBACK: [Janet Butler trying to escape from Callison.]

BACK TO PRESENT.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Lemme see her legs.

[The tech pulls back the sheet fully, while flashing a torch on Hannah's legs, which have a few cuts. The most distinctive ones though are ones near her thighs (which look like '#'). Stark nods, knowing he's seen those cuts before.]

FLASHBACK: [Callison (face unseen) works on Janet, who is strapped to a gurney. There are multiple lacerations on her arm, blood dripping down the gurney.]

BACK TO PRESENT.

DETECTIVE: SID came up with a few footprints. Otherwise, this thing is totally clean. Without a witness, it's gonna be tough to find this guy.

FLASHBACK: [Janet Butler's house. Day. Janet hangs dead from the clothesline in the shower.]

BACK TO PRESENT.

SEBASTIAN STARK: I'll find him.

[He takes a look at the body and slowly walks away.]


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[Hotel courtyard. Night. Guests mingle at the book release party. Wayne Callison sits at a table, cheerfully autographing copies of his new book for the guests, with his assistant, Wendy Phillips, at his side. One guest (Laney) sashays up to the table and hands him her copy to sign.]

LANEY: I can't wait to read it.

WAYNE CALLISON: I hope you enjoy it.

LANEY: Laney.

WAYNE CALLISON: [autographing] Laney.

WENDY PHILLIPS: Laney, thank you so much. Next.

[She hands back the book to Laney, who makes a face before leaving.]

WENDY PHILLIPS: How you holding up, hmm?

[The next autograph-hound comes up, holding out a copy. Callison, looking down at the book, speaks.]

WAYNE CALLISON: And who do I make this out to?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Captain Ahab.

[Callison looks up and sees a stone-faced Stark looking down at him. He smiles.]

WAYNE CALLISON: Sebastian Stark. I'm so touched you came. [stands] Never figured you for a Melville fan, though.

SEBASTIAN STARK: I'm all about the classics.

[Stark walks up to a poster of the book's cover, with Callison's face on it.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [reading] "The Hunted Man: How I Beat the Toughest Prosecutor in America." You are quite the literary sensation, Wayne.

WAYNE CALLISON: And I owe it all to you. Actually, I think you come off rather well, obsessed, yet diligent.

[Callison beckons a photographer.]

WAYNE CALLISON: Could you, uh, take a photo please?

[The photographer prepares to click, but Stark steps menacingly up to him.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: You push that shutter, you're gonna need an enema to find that camera.

[Timidly, the photographer withdraws. Stark returns to Callison.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Caught your latest performance tonight, Wayne. You haven't lost your touch.

WAYNE CALLISON: Have a drink, Sebastian. You seem tense.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Enjoy the party, Wayne. 'Cause when I'm done with you, you'll be writing your next best seller from death row.

[Stark stares at Callison, a grim smile on his face.]


CUT TO:

[Opening Sequence.]


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[Crime Scene. Day. Forensics techs work on the crime scene, while Stark and his team stand on a bridge, overlooking the crime scene.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Two of Callison's other victims were found within a half a mile of here. [pointing] And Janet Butler was found on the other side of that hill.

CASEY WOODLAND: SID said the victim's watch was broken during the struggle. Puts time of death at or around ten-oh-four last night.

RAINA TROY: Callison just put out a book detailing his crimes. Now this could be a copycat.

MADELEINE POE: And why would Callison kill now when the whole country's reading about his crimes?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Hello, this guy is not John Q. Criminal. Callison kills for attention. He needs it. You think he's gonna pass up the opportunity to carve somebody up during his fifteen minutes of fame? Talk to the victim's family, see if she had any link to Callison. Then tell Isaac to find someone, anyone, who could have seen what happened here last night, and get me a search warrant to Chez Psycho.

MADELEINE POE: Callison's house? What are we gonna use for probable cause?

SEBASTIAN STARK: [snorts] The fact that he's a serial killer could come in handy, don't you think?

CASEY WOODLAND: Callison's acquittal places those five murders out of bounds.

SEBASTIAN STARK: You listen to me. You need probable cause, you manufacture it. [intensely] We had this guy by the throat, and we let him go. This stops now.


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[Stark Residence. Day. Stark prepares his briefcase, when Julie comes running in, totally excited.]

JULIE STARK: Dad! I'm in!

[Stark tries to stop her, but she runs up and hugs him.]

JULIE STARK: [breaking the hug, on cloud nine] I am a Summer Scholar.

SEBASTIAN STARK: What does that mean?

[Julie looks like an eight-year-old, who just drank her first cup of espresso.]

JULIE STARK: It's only _the_ most exclusive academic program in the country for eleventh and twelfth graders. It's got professors from Colombia and Harvard and Yale.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Okay, wait, slow down. When did you apply for this?

[He leads her to the couch, where they sit.]

JULIE STARK: That's the crazy part. I didn't. Do you remember that school in New York that Mom got me into when I was moving there?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Uh-huh.

JULIE STARK: Well, turns out that the headmaster runs Summer Scholars. He remembered my application and submitted it to the committee. [stands] I am freaking out. Okay, I leave in three weeks. I have to shop and pack...

SEBASTIAN STARK: [taken aback] Pack?

JULIE STARK: [hugs him quickly] Summer Scholars is in Manhattan, Dad. I'm so excited. I have to call Mom. This is so cool.

[She runs off.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [what just happened?] Cool.

[He looks dejected.]


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[Cathedral. Day. Casey Woodland and Raina speak to Hannah's grieving mother, Amanda.]

AMANDA MORTON: [sadly] I begged Hannah not to go hiking at night, but she said it made her feel better.

RAINA TROY: Was your daughter ill, Mrs. Morton?

AMANDA MORTON: Hannah was... diagnosed with mild schizophrenia when she was fifteen. She'd been in and out of institutions since then. And believe me, there were times when... I wanted to give up on her.

RAINA TROY: Have you ever seen this man?

[Raina hands her a paper with Callison's photo on it.]

AMANDA MORTON: No, I don't think so.

CASEY WOODLAND: His name's Wayne Callison. He taught writing at the learning center in Santa Monica State. Is there any chance Hannah would have known him?

AMANDA MORTON: She was just released from a mental hospital in Tucson three weeks ago. She was there for two years.

RAINA TROY: Did she have any friends who we can talk to?

AMANDA MORTON: Not really. [sobs] Hannah spent most of her time online talking to people with similar problems.

CASEY WOODLAND: Did your daughter divulge intimate details about her life during these online sessions?

AMANDA MORTON: That's why she went on. [sobs] She said it was the only place she could be completely honest.

[Raina and Casey exchange looks.]


CUT TO:

[Stock footage of LA. Day. Shot of DA's Office Building.]


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[DA (Outgoing) Jessica Devlin's Office. Day. Stark enters, as one of Jessica's aides leaves, carrying a stack of papers. Another aide helps her get a framed picture off the wall. Boxes and election-related paraphernalia lie all round, as Jessica prepares to vacate her office.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: I see you're not wasting any time.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Never stay where I'm not wanted.

SEBASTIAN STARK: I say we booby trap the place before Cutler gets here.

JESSICA DEVLIN: I want you to give him your full support.

SEBASTIAN STARK: I want you to have wild sex with me, but I'm not holding my breath.

JESSICA DEVLIN: [to the aide] Would you excuse us, please?

[The aide nods and leaves.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: I hear you got offers from every firm in town. Criminal defense?

JESSICA DEVLIN: That's where the money is.

SEBASTIAN STARK: So what, you and I could go head to head you think in the future?

JESSICA DEVLIN: You better hope not.

SEBASTIAN STARK: You want me to run strategy by you on Callison?

JESSICA DEVLIN: Chances are, I'll be gone by the time that's resolved. You should probably call Cutler.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Shyeah, I'll get right on that. Y'know... if I'd nailed Callison the first time around, you probably wouldn't be packing up, would you?

JESSICA DEVLIN: [smiling] Hey, you finally found a way to get rid of me, didn't you?

[He hands her a framed picture of herself taking the oath of office.]

JESSICA DEVLIN: Been in this building fifteen years. It's time to move on. [beat] Just do me one favor.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Name it.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Put Callison away before he can kill anyone else.

[Stark looks at her.]


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[ME's Office, Morgue. Day. Stark and Raina speak to a young Medical Examiner, William Chen, as they stand around Hannah Morton's body on the table.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: No offense, pal, but you don't look old enough to drive, let alone cut people open.

ME WILLIAM CHEN: I assure you, Mr. Stark, I am a fully-qualified medical examiner.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Well, this is a very high-profile case, _doctor_.

ME WILLIAM CHEN: [wry smile] I've done a full run down on Hannah Morton's injuries. [pointing to the cuts on her legs] From the angle and depth of the knife wounds to the victim's leg, we can extrapolate that her attacker is well over six feet tall, left handed and very strong.

[Stark looks at Raina.]

RAINA TROY: Sound like anyone you know?

[Chen hits a button on a remote control, bringing up a comparison screen on a flat-screen monitor nearby. The top half shows the '#' knife wounds on Hannah's thigh, while the below half shows the other victims' similar marks.]

ME WILLIAM CHEN: Pulled this film for comparison. Andrea Belknap, Dana Tomkins, and Janet Butler. It's very likely these wounds are made by the same individual.

[Stark looks at Hannah's body before leaving.]


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[Outside ME's Office Building. Stark and Raina walk outside.]

RAINA TROY: Even if Hannah Morton's wounds match Callison's old victims, the crimes are inadmissible.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Which is why I need you to dig in to Callison's past. He is a ritual killer. That ritual started long before we came along.

[Isaac walks up to them, holding a paper.]

ISAAC WRIGHT: I may have something.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Why didn't you come in?

ISAAC WRIGHT: I don't hang with dead people unless it's absolutely necessary.

SEBASTIAN STARK: What have you got?

ISAAC WRIGHT: A guy named Dan Tompko called the cops a little while ago. He saw a guy matching Callison's description hanging around the crime scene about an hour before Hannah got killed.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Is he credible?

ISAAC WRIGHT: He's a solid citizen. He saw the guy get into a silver Yukon. That's the same kinda car Callison drives.

[Stark exults privately.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Get a couple uniforms, bring him in.

[He starts to walk away.]

RAINA TROY: [running after him] Whoa. The wounds, the witness, the car - it's all good, but we need more if we're gonna take on Callison.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [annoyed] In other words, I let him walk the first time, don't screw it up again?

RAINA TROY: I never said that.

SEBASTIAN STARK: You didn't have to.

[With a scathing look, he walks off.]


CUT TO:

["Larry King Live" set. Day. Larry King speaks to Callison, sitting at the iconic table. Larry holds a copy of Callison's book.]

LARRY KING: Our guest is Wayne Robert Callison. He's author of the book, "The Hunted Man, How I Beat the Toughest Prosecutor In America." Wayne, you wrote a chapter in here describing how you might have killed those women, if you were really guilty.

WAYNE CALLISON: I had a lot of time to study the crimes during my trial.

LARRY KING: But are you concerned how people might interpret that?

WAYNE CALLISON: Meaning?

LARRY KING: Meaning they might actually think you're a murderer, and that you're bragging about it, and you're in this to make money.

WAYNE CALLISON: [looks at Larry a beat] Is that what you think, Larry?

LARRY KING: Well, Wayne, in my experience, if it walks like a duck, and it talks like a duck... [to the camera] We'll be right back.

[Stark walks past the camera, followed by police officers, behind the table.]

LARRY KING: Sebastian, what's going on?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Larry, I'm sorry. Your guest has a previous booking. Wayne Callison, you're under arrest for the murder of Hannah Morton.

[The officers get behind Callison. He stands, allowing them to cuff him behind his back.]

WAYNE CALLISON: You didn't learn your lesson last time out?

SEBASTIAN STARK: I'm a sore loser.

LARRY KING: [to Stark] Why don't you hang around for the next segment?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Sorry. Wayne and I have a little reality show we're about to do on CourtTV. Thanks, Larry.

[The officers take Callison outside. Stark hangs back and checks his watch.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Oh, I could squeeze in a quick five, I guess. [sits at the table] Okay. [to someone offscreen] Can I get a little makeup? Some water?


CUT TO:

[Stock footage of LA. Day. Shot of courthouse.]


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[Courtroom. Day. The prelim is underway. Judge Kenneth Woodruff speaks to Callison, who sits at the Defense table. Stark and Madeleine Poe sit at the Prosecution Table.]

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: I understand you wish to represent yourself in this matter, Mr. Callison.

WAYNE CALLISON: [stands] I do, Your Honor.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Any objection, Mr. Stark?

SEBASTIAN STARK: [stands] Worked for him last time, Your Honor.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: As to the issue of bail...

SEBASTIAN STARK: Uh, the People strenuously object to bail, Your Honor. Mr. Callison is accused of a particularly vicious homicide.

WAYNE CALLISON: I have no criminal record. Mr. Stark has a weak case built on questionable evidence.

SEBASTIAN STARK: In the interest of public safety, Your Honor, this defendant belongs in custody.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: It is the judgment of this court that bail shall be granted.

[Stark lets out a frustrated grunt and sits.]

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Bail is set at $1.5 million.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [perks up] Ah, thank you.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Mr. Callison, will you be able to post bail?

[Wendy Phillips, sitting in the galley, stands.]

WENDY PHILLIPS: Your Honor, I'm Wendy Phillips, Mr. Callison's assistant. Mr. Callison's publisher, Rogan Press, will post his bond.

[Stark sighs in exasperation.]

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Very well. We're adjourned.

[The people in the courtroom start to leave. Callison walks up cockily to Stark.]

WAYNE CALLISON: Interview requests have gone through the roof since my arrest. Amazon orders have tripled. You're gonna make me a rich man.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [packing his briefcase, not looking at him] Well, too bad you won't be able to spend your blood money, Wayne.

WAYNE CALLISON: I was sorry to hear about your friend Jessica losing the election. It hurts when you don't win the big ones.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [still not looking at him] She'll land on her feet. Can't say the same for you.

WAYNE CALLISON: [quoting] "At last, the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off they glided."

[He walks away.]

MADELEINE POE: What the hell was that?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Melville. Moby Dick.


HARD CUT TO:

[Stock footage of LA. Day. Shot of Stark Residence exterior.]]


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[Stark Residence, Indoor Courtroom. Day. His team already inside, Stark enters, carrying a huge file (the size of two phone books together).]

SEBASTIAN STARK: This is a dossier on Wayne Callison. I've been building it since the day of his acquittal. [drops it on the table] It starts with his birth at All Saints Hospital in Akron, Ohio, February 8, 1961, and ends with this morning's bail hearing. Last time, we got stuck in the present. This time, we are embracing the past. We need to show the jury the beast inside this guy. In order to do that, we need to know him better than he knows himself.

CASEY WOODLAND: Our shrink's interviewing Callison later tonight.

SEBASTIAN STARK: And his shrink will rebut our shrink and the same with our forensic expert, and every PhD we stick up there. Go deeper. Teachers, neighbors, anyone that Callison rubbed shoulders with, I want an interview.

RAINA TROY: That's gonna take some time.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Sleep is overrated. Look, at the end of the day, in order to win this case, we need Callison to take the stand.

MADELEINE POE: He did that last time and it almost cost him the case.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Which is why we need to convince him that he's losing and that testifying is his only shot.

RAINA TROY: Then we should have waited until we had more before we charged him.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [annoyed] You say that one more time and you're off the case. Get to work.

[The team starts to work.]


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[LA street. Day. Madeleine waits on the sidewalk, as Stark walks up.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: What have you got?

[She hands him a booklet and walks with him.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [reads] "Midwest Fiction Review"? I'm more of a "Wine Spectator" kinda guy, thanks.

MADELEINE POE: It's a fairly obscure literary review. Just check the table of contents. I think there's an author you're gonna like.

[They stop, as Stark opens the booklet.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: All right. [scans the contents] "Written in Blood" by Wayne Robert Callison.

MADELEINE POE: He wrote it when he was twenty-three years old. It's about a mental patient who tortures a woman to death.

SEBASTIAN STARK: You know what they say, write what you know.

MADELEINE POE: The description of the murder is incredibly graphic and very familiar.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Callison's MO?

MADELEINE POE: Right down to the surgical cuts on the victim's legs.

SEBASTIAN STARK: So we can't use Callison's past attacks, but we can still give the jury a portrait of the serial killer as a young man.

MADELEINE POE: In his own words.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Nice work. Anything else?

MADELEINE POE: Uh, cops talked to a Jeffrey Wharton, claims he's an old friend of the victim's. Casey and Isaac are checking him out.

[Stark turns around and looks at her.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [annoyed] Who told them to do that?

MADELEINE POE: You said chase down every lead.

SEBASTIAN STARK: _After_ you run it by me!

[He exhales "God!" out and storms off, leaving a confused Madeleine behind.]

MADELEINE POE: You're welcome.


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[Wharton's home, driveway. Day. Isaac and Casey speak to Jeffrey Wharton, as he walks to the door.]

CASEY WOODLAND: How long were you and Hannah Morton in the hospital together.

JEFFREY WHARTON: Hannah checked in about four months after I did.

ISAAC WRIGHT: Why were you committed, Jeffrey?

JEFFREY WHARTON: Um, severe bipolar disorder. But I'm-I'm okay when I'm on my meds.

CASEY WOODLAND: And when you're not?

[Jeffrey stops at the door.]

JEFFREY WHARTON: Last time, I pushed my dad through a plate glass window.

[He opens the door.]

ISAAC WRIGHT: Uh, when's the last time you saw Hannah?

JEFFREY WHARTON: Um... I ran into her a couple weeks ago at the Farmer's Market. I'd only been out a week and I was having a really tough time. But as soon as we started talking, I mean, suddenly everything was okay.

CASEY WOODLAND: Have you ever met Hannah's mother?

JEFFREY WHARTON: No.

JEFFREY WHARTON: Look, nobody knew about me and Hannah, okay? I mean, what we had was special. We didn't need anybody else.

[Casey and Isaac look at each other.]

ISAAC WRIGHT: [nicely, to Jeffrey] I'm sorry, can I... can I use your... bathroom?


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[Wharton's home. Day. Isaac walks through the place and enters the bedroom. He sees a box on a chair. He picks it up, seeing that it's covered with pictures of Hannah Morton. He opens it to find a mini-shrine to Hannah inside. He looks somber.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [vo, angry] It doesn't mean anything!


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[HPCU Office. Day. Isaac and Casey argue with Stark.]

CASEY WOODLAND: [arguing] A mental patient with a history of violence keeps a psycho shrine to our victim and that doesn't mean anything?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Look, if this Wharton character killed Hannah Morton, why did he contact the authorities?

ISAAC WRIGHT: He wouldn't be the first serial killer to contact a cop about his crime.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Lemme-lemme break this down for you, fellas, okay? [agitated] Hannah Morton's murder fits Wayne Callison's MO right down to the ritualized knife wound on her left thigh! Take "yes" for an answer! Callison is our guy!

ISAAC WRIGHT: What about the shrine in Wharton's apartment?

SEBASTIAN STARK: The guy's unstable. But there's a big difference between shoving your old man and slicing up a friend.

CASEY WOODLAND: The shrine is potentially exculpatory evidence. We have an obligation to turn it over to Callison.

[Stark stands up abruptly.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [furiously] You have an obligation to do _exactly_ what I tell you to do! Now get back to work on Callison and only Callison, and you never heard of Jeffrey Wharton! You got it?!

[Casey and Isaac beat a disgruntled retreat. Stark watches them leave, a grave look on his face.]


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[Wharton's home. Night. Stark speaks (confidentially) to Jeffrey, coming into the living room from the bedroom.]

JEFFREY WHARTON: I'd never hurt Hannah, okay? You have to believe me.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [jerking his thumb towards the bedroom] Is that why you keep that little art project in the closet? Huh?

JEFFREY WHARTON: I've been making stuff like that for years. I do that when I'm depressed. It's like... it's like my therapy.

SEBASTIAN STARK: It makes you look like a stalker, Jeffrey. Are you a stalker?

JEFFREY WHARTON: Hannah was my friend, okay? I loved her.

SEBASTIAN STARK: If Wayne Callison gets a hold of any of that stuff, he's gonna be able to frame you for Hannah Morton's murder.

JEFFREY WHARTON: I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I only wanted to help.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [sits, gently] I believe you, Jeffrey.

DAN TOMPKO: [unbelieving] You do?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Yes, I do. Which is why I'm gonna need you to give me everything you have in your possession that connects you to Hannah Morton.

JEFFREY WHARTON: Look, the last thing I wanna do is get in the way of catching Hannah's real killer.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Don't worry. We're gonna make sure that doesn't happen.


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[Judge's quarters. Day. Judge Kenneth Woodruff peruses through "Midwest Fiction Review". Callison and Madeleine sit before him.]

WAYNE CALLISON: "Written in Blood" is a work of fiction, Your Honor. Allowing it into evidence would be highly prejudicial.

MADELEINE POE: This story speaks directly to Mr. Callison's penchant for violence.

WAYNE CALLISON: I was a graduate student in creative writing. The only thing the story speaks to is my overactive imagination.

MADELEINE POE: The murder in this work of fiction matches the circumstances of Hannah Morton's death.

WAYNE CALLISON: And it was published in a literary journal. Anyone who read it might have killed Ms. Morton.

MADELEINE POE: If Mr. Callison wishes to argue that a copycat committed this murder, that's his right, but the story should come in.

[They both look at the judge.]

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: It's a close call. But in my judgement, allowing the story into evidence would prejudice the jury.

MADELEINE POE: [protesting] Your Honor...

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Always good to see you, Ms. Poe. [smiles]

[Madeleine looks at him in defeat.]


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[Stark Residence. Night. Stark stands in front of the fireplace in the living room. Julie comes in.]

JULIE STARK: Hey, dad.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [turns to her] Hey.

[She keeps walking.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Uh, we need to talk.

JULIE STARK: Oh, I know. I have got a million decisions to make in the next few weeks.

[She comes up and kisses him.]

JULIE STARK: [sits] You know, Mom really wants me to come live with her, but she's so far away from campus.

SEBASTIAN STARK: I made some calls today, checking out this Summer Scholars.

JULIE STARK: Isn't it amazing?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Yeah. It also happens to be a funnel program for Porter Academy.

JULIE STARK: I know. Can you believe it? Porter is _the_ top prep school in the country.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [sits] Which happens to be in New York.

JULIE STARK: Yeah. That's where they built it. [chuckles]

SEBASTIAN STARK: But you've had a... had a rough year.

JULIE STARK: [uncertain] What are you talking about?

SEBASTIAN STARK: I just don't think the timing is right. Maybe next year.

[He gets up.]

JULIE STARK: [incredulous, angry] Are you serious? Because all you've talked about since I was three years old was wanting to visit me at Harvard.

SEBASTIAN STARK: I know, and I may have put too much pressure on you. This is about what's best for you, Jules.

[Julie peevishly stands and runs off upstairs.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: I'm sorry, I know this is disappointing...

[But she's already out of earshot. Gloomily, he looks at Jeffrey Wharton's shrine-in-a-box of Hannah Morton. He picks it up and looks at it. He seems conflicted. He goes towards the fireplace, where a fire burns. He looks at the box once more and still seems unsure. Finally, (in slow motion) he drops the box into the fire. The box burns immediately. Stark, a vacant look in his eyes, stares at the flames.]


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[Stock footage of LA. Day. Shot of courthouse exterior.]


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[Courtroom. Day. The trial is underway. The Honorable Kenneth Woodruff sits at the bench. Stark examines Dan Tompko (the witness Isaac found - the "solid citizen").]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Mr. Tompko, you were hiking on the same trail as Hannah Morton minutes before she died. What did you see?

DAN TOMPKO: There was a tall man with long hair lurking near the tree line.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Can you describe his behavior?

DAN TOMPKO: He kept looking around, like he was hiding from someone. He had something in his hand. I was kinda far away, but looked like a knife to me.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Is there anyone in this courtroom who matches the description of the man you saw that night?

DAN TOMPKO: Yes. He looked just like him. [points towards Callison]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Let the record reflect the witness has indicated the defendant, Mr. Callison.

[Later, Callison cross-examines Tompko, who seems ill at ease.]

WAYNE CALLISON: Are you an honest man, Mr. Tompko?

DAN TOMPKO: Yes.

WAYNE CALLISON: You understand that lying under oath is a serious crime.

DAN TOMPKO: I understand.

WAYNE CALLISON: Did you know who I was before this trial began?

DAN TOMPKO: I... read your name in the paper.

WAYNE CALLISON: So you are aware I was involved in prior litigation?

DAN TOMPKO: Yes.

WAYNE CALLISON: Were you also aware... that a woman named Janet Butler was involved in this action against me?

DAN TOMPKO: Yes.

WAYNE CALLISON: Are you aware that Janet Butler took her own life, and that many people blame me... for this tragedy?

[Tompko glares at Callison, pure hatred in his eyes.]

WAYNE CALLISON: [quietly] You're one of those people, aren't you, Mr. Tompko?

DAN TOMPKO: [seething] You killed her, you bastard.

[Stark drops his head, knowing he's lost his "witness".]

WAYNE CALLISON: And what was your relation... to the late Miss Butler?

DAN TOMPKO: She was my half-sister.

[Stark looks behind at Casey, sitting in the galley.]

WAYNE CALLISON: Mr. Tompko... were you in the park the night Hannah Morton was killed?

DAN TOMPKO: [beat, sighs] No.

[Stark looks down.]


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[Courthouse, Hallway. Day. Stark and his team walk.]

MADELEINE POE: Without Tompko we have nothing to link Callison to the crime scene.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Except his precise MO.

MADELEINE POE: I'm just saying, maybe we should consider other suspects.

CASEY WOODLAND: Makes sense.

[Near the staircase, Stark stops walking and turns angrily on them.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Wayne Callison killed Hannah Morton! Find me something I can use to nail this guy! Now!

[Stark starts to climb the steps, but stops as Casey speaks.]

CASEY WOODLAND: I checked unsolved homicides in Callison's hometown. In 1975, there were five unsolved murders in the Akron area.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Now, that's what I'm talking about.

CASEY WOODLAND: One of the bodies was found one mile away from where Callison lived with his father and brother.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Did you contact the local cops?

MADELEINE POE: They're sending us the files.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Temporary stay of execution. [ordering] I don't care how you do it, link Callison to those murders.

[He goes upstairs, leaving his harried team behind.]


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[Stock footage of LA. Day. Shot of courthouse exterior.]


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[Judge's quarters. Day. Callison and Stark stand in front of Judge Woodruff's table, while Raina stands nearby.]

WAYNE CALLISON: Your Honor, I'd like to call Mr. Stark to the stand.

SEBASTIAN STARK: No offense, but if you're looking for a character witness, I'm _definitely_ not your guy.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: This is a highly unusual request.

WAYNE CALLISON: He has waged a systematic vendetta against me, which predates this case.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Yeah, it's called prosecuting murderers, big part of my job description.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Do you have any proof of this so-called vendetta, Mr. Callison?

[Callison pulls a CD out of his briefcase.]

WAYNE CALLISON: I do. Mr. Stark gave an interview to a local TV news reporter last night.

[Stark rolls his eyes.]

[Later, the CD is being played, while they watch the TV. On TV, Stark (on his way out from Callison's book-signing party) speaks to a reporter on the way to his car.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [on TV] Wayne Callison is a vicious psychotic killer who should be taken off the street at any cost.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [to Judge Woodruff] I may have had a few cocktails.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: I believe the phrase that eluded you is "No comment."

SEBASTIAN STARK: Yeah...

[On TV, Stark, in his car, still speaks to the reporter.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [on TV] We'll stop at nothing to ensure that this monster is convicted.

[The TV is turned off.]

WAYNE CALLISON: Well, this is only the latest in a string of malicious public statements made against me by Mr. Stark which... clearly show the deep personal animosity that drives him to persecute me.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [pissed] You know what? Don't flatter yourself, because at the end of the day, you are nothing more than a garden-variety, homicidal maniac.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: That may or may not be true, but I'm gonna allow Mr. Callison to call you for the limited purpose of arguing malicious prosecution.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Your Honor, that would prejudice our entire case!

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: You should've thought about that before you shot off your mouth!

SEBASTIAN STARK: [interrupting] You're handing this guy an acquittal. Now why do you think...?

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: [interrupting] If you don't watch your tone, I'm gonna hand you a contempt citation.

SEBASTIAN STARK: You can hand...!

[Raina grabs Stark's arm, stopping his tirade. He calms down.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [submits] Fine.

[Briefcase in hand, he walks out.]


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[Courtroom. Day. The trial continues. Stark sits in the witness box, while Callison examines him.]

WAYNE CALLISON: You don't think very highly of me, do you, Mr. Stark?

SEBASTIAN STARK: [annoyed] My personal feelings are irrelevant.

WAYNE CALLISON: Not when I'm asserting malicious prosecution.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Answer the question, Mr. Stark.

SEBASTIAN STARK: If I had to choose one guy to be stranded on a desert island with, you might not be my first choice. [smiles]

WAYNE CALLISON: Do you publicly assassinate the character of all your defendants?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Only the public assassins.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Mr. Stark.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Using the press is, uh, a part of every high-profile prosecution.

WAYNE CALLISON: In interviews, you have repeatedly referred to me as a monster. Do you think I'm a monster, Mr. Stark?

SEBASTIAN STARK: [beat] Frankly, Wayne, I'm not sure what you are.

WAYNE CALLISON: [points to Stark] Thank you.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Ms. Troy, cross examination.

[Callison goes to his seat, while Raina stands.]

RAINA TROY: Mr. Stark, you have prosecuted this defendant before, have you not?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Yes.

RAINA TROY: I'd like to ask you some questions about that case.

WAYNE CALLISON: Objection, Your Honor. The Court's already ruled that evidence inadmissible.

RAINA TROY: Mr. Callison has alleged a personal vendetta by Mr. Stark, which extends back to the previous case. We should be allowed to put that charge into context.

WAYNE CALLISON: Your Honor...

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: She's right, Mr. Callison. You opened the door when you included Mr. Stark's comments on previous cases.

[Stark flashes Callison a smug smile. Callison shrugs and sits.]

RAINA TROY: Several months ago, Mr. Callison was charged with the attempted murder of Janet Butler. Do you recall those specific allegations?

SEBASTIAN STARK: [to the jury] She said he stole her diary. Janet was sexually abused by her father when she was a young girl. Wayne Callison read her most sacred and painful secrets, then he hunted her down... like an animal.

WAYNE CALLISON: Objection, speculation.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Overruled.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [painful to remember] She said he took her down into his basement, tied her down... and then he repeated the horrific details of her childhood molestation as he cut her... again and again.

RAINA TROY: What happened to Ms. Butler?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Despite her pain and humiliation, she tried to testify against Mr. Callison, but he repeatedly harassed her during the trial. [beat] She hanged herself before she could complete her testimony.

RAINA TROY: Nothing further.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Redirect.

[Callison slowly stands, while Raina sits down.]

WAYNE CALLISON: Mr. Stark, was I convicted of any of the murders that you accuse me of committing?

SEBASTIAN STARK: No.

WAYNE CALLISON: And you hold no special grudge against me?

SEBASTIAN STARK: No.

WAYNE CALLISON: I'm just any other defendant.

SEBASTIAN STARK: That's right.

WAYNE CALLISON: Does the name Jeffrey Wharton mean anything to you?

[Stark feigns ignorance.]

WAYNE CALLISON: Maybe seeing him again will jog your memory.

[He looks towards the galley, where a heavyset man, standing near Jeffrey, motions for him to stand.]

WAYNE CALLISON: My investigator found him in Arizona. Mr. Wharton... lived in the psychiatric institution with the victim, and was her close friend. Until recently, he lived in Los Angeles where he was interviewed by Mr. Stark, to whom he supplied evidence.

[Raina and Isaac look shocked.]

WAYNE CALLISON: Was that evidence turned over to the defense?

[A long beat.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [sighs] No.

WAYNE CALLISON: Mr. Wharton contends that you gave him money to leave town. Is that true?

[Madeleine and Casey look at Stark.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [resigned] Yes.

[The whole courtroom sits silently.]

WAYNE CALLISON: I would hate to see how you treat a defendant you _do_ have a grudge against.


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[Judge's quarters. Day. Judge Woodruff enters his quarters angrily, followed by Stark, Raina and Callison.]

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: I should throw out this whole damn case and toss you in jail!

SEBASTIAN STARK: Mr. Wharton supplied us with no exculpatory evidence.

WAYNE CALLISON: He admits to being infatuated with the victim, he has a history of violence. Mr. Stark realized I could have convincingly argued Wharton as a suspect, so he got rid of him.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: [to Stark] Is that true?

RAINA TROY: Your Honor, I just received word that Mr. Wharton has an airtight alibi for this crime. He was at an anger management seminar in Van Nuys.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: But you didn't know that when you sent him to Arizona. Did you attempt to hide this witness?

SEBASTIAN STARK: He's irrelevant to the case. [arguing] His alibi confirms it, Your Honor.

WAYNE CALLISON: All charges against me should be dismissed.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Just let the jury decide whether or not my actions have tainted this case.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: This trial will continue, but you, Mr. Stark, are off the case. [threateningly] And when this is over, you and I have a date with the state bar.

[Stark nods. his lips pursed.]


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[Courthouse Exterior. Day. Stark and his team walk outside.]

CASEY WOODLAND: You said Wharton never returned your calls.

SEBASTIAN STARK: I didn't want you guys implicated in making him disappear.

RAINA TROY: You didn't have to cheat.

SEBASTIAN STARK: This isn't a math test, okay? Callison is a butcher! He's got to be stopped!

ISAAC WRIGHT: It's gonna be a lot tougher now.

MADELEINE POE: You should have trusted us. We probably could have beaten him with what we had.

SEBASTIAN STARK: I don't do probable.

CASEY WOODLAND: So who's gonna run point now that you're off the case?

SEBASTIAN STARK: [confident] I got somebody in mind.


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[Devlin Residence. Day. If you've not guessed who Stark has in mind... He speaks to Jessica, as they walk in her patio.]

JESSICA DEVLIN: Not in this lifetime.

SEBASTIAN STARK: You're the only one who can take over, Jess.

JESSICA DEVLIN: You have a team of prosecutors.

[They enter inside the house.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Yeah, they're great, but they're kids. They're not ready to run a case of this size.

JESSICA DEVLIN: And there are three hundred prosecutors in the office. What about Sally Randall?

SEBASTIAN STARK: She does special victims. And she's got a face like a possum.

JESSICA DEVLIN: She does not.

[Stark imitates Sally Randall's possum-face.]

JESSICA DEVLIN: [concedes] Okay. All right, Bill Rodriguez. [sits[

SEBASTIAN STARK: Too aggressive. Callison will play victim and walk right out the door.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Well, I'm halfway out the door myself.

[He sits down in front of her.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: You're still a prosecutor, and we have work to do.

JESSICA DEVLIN: [takes a sip of wine] No.

SEBASTIAN STARK: You remember the Beamis case? We put away a child killer, Jess.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Yeah, that was a one-shot deal.

SEBASTIAN STARK: You know, Cutler's been shoving Callison down your throat for months. Don't you wanna go out putting this guy away?

JESSICA DEVLIN: I'm not looking for redemption.

[Stark sits down near her.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Well, I am. Every single day that goes by, everywhere I look, I see Janet Butler's face. She begged me to leave her alone, but I just wouldn't listen. [self-loathing] I fed her to this guy. I know I have no right to ask you, but I'm asking. Help me.

[Jessica thinks about it and seems agreeable.]


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[Shot of courthouse exterior. Day.]


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[Courtroom. Day. The trial continues. Jessica examines Wendy Phillips.]

JESSICA DEVLIN: According to your statement, Ms. Phillips, you were with the defendant from 7 PM to 11 PM, the night the victim died.

WENDY PHILLIPS: That's right.

JESSICA DEVLIN: As his personal assistant, you escorted him to a party in Beverly Hills?

WENDY PHILLIPS: For the release of his book, yes.

JESSICA DEVLIN: And you told the police that you took the 101 freeway from Mr. Callison's house.

WENDY PHILLIPS: Yes.

JESSICA DEVLIN: [unfolds a map] According to this map from CalTrans, marked People's Exhibit "G", the 101 was closed due to a multi-vehicle crash.

WAYNE CALLISON: [stands] Objection, Your Honor. Relevance?

JESSICA DEVLIN: Goes to credibility.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Overruled.

[Callison sits.]

JESSICA DEVLIN: Ms. Phillips, do you have romantic feelings for the defendant?

WENDY PHILLIPS: [surprised] What? [beat] No.

[Jessica collects a stack of papers from the table and holds it up.]

JESSICA DEVLIN: A subpoena of your e-mail accounts reveals numerous messages to Mr. Callison that tell a very different story. "My darling Wayne, when I think of us together..."

WAYNE CALLISON: [stands] Objection, Your Honor.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Overruled.

JESSICA DEVLIN: I'll repeat the question. Do you have romantic feelings for the defendant?

[Wendy looks at Callison.]

WENDY PHILLIPS: [half-smile] Yes.

JESSICA DEVLIN: And would you lie for him, Wendy?

WENDY PHILLIPS: No.

JESSICA DEVLIN: That's funny. I coulda sworn you just did.

[She returns to her seat. Callison doesn't seem so confident right now.]


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[HPCU Office. Day. Jessica smiles while Madeleine and Raina rave about her legal prowess to Stark. Casey speaks on the phone.]

MADELEINE POE: Jessica was great. You shoulda seen it. They had to take Wendy Phillips off the stand on a stretcher.

RAINA TROY: That's why she's the boss.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Yeah, former boss.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Now, without an alibi and with his previous murders admitted, Callison's only shot is to take the stand and show the jury he's a normal guy.

RAINA TROY: Yeah, good luck with that.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Callison's been playing normal his whole life. He's damn good at it.

[Casey, after hanging up, walks up.]

CASEY WOODLAND: That was Akron PD. They dug up their file on the unsolved homicide near Callison's home in 1975.

[He sticks a picture of a young smiling lady, under a "?" (the previously-unknown victim), on the crimeboard.]

CASEY WOODLAND: The victim was Rhonda James. Apparently, she was familiar with the Callison family. Intimately familiar.

[Stark exchanges a knowing look with Jessica.]


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[Courtroom. Day. The trial continues. Callison sits in the box, speaking to the jury.]

WAYNE CALLISON: I'm an English teacher, and... I have no criminal record. My first contact with the criminal justice system was when Sebastian Stark and the LA District Attorney's Office began pursuing me. My life's never been the same. I have learned that when a given crime is written about in the papers, when it's talked about on TV, it puts an incredible amount of pressure on the DA's office to solve that crime quickly. And if they can't, well, that's when people like Ms. Devlin lose their jobs. I did not kill Hannah Morton. [heartfelt] And I'm begging you, please, give me back my life.

[He motions to the judge that he's done.]

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Ms. Devlin.

JESSICA DEVLIN: [stands] Do you consider yourself a victim, Mr. Callison?

WAYNE CALLISON: Yes.

JESSICA DEVLIN: [holding Callison's book] And yet, you recently wrote a book exploiting the suffering of murder victims.

WAYNE CALLISON: Well, I object to the characterization.

JESSICA DEVLIN: You're making money by describing the brutal slayings of young women. What would you call it?

WAYNE CALLISON: Well, I was unjustly accused. I would call it my right to tell my story.

JESSICA DEVLIN: [looking at Amanda Morton in the galley] Hannah Morton's mother is grieving the loss of her only child. Doesn't she have a right to expect justice?

WAYNE CALLISON: Of course she does.

JESSICA DEVLIN: And if the tables were turned, wouldn't your mother be here demanding justice?

WAYNE CALLISON: My mother's dead.

JESSICA DEVLIN: I'm sorry to hear that. Were the two of you close?

WAYNE CALLISON: She left the family when I was quite young.

JESSICA DEVLIN: That must have been very difficult. So you lived with your father?

WAYNE CALLISON: And my younger brother.

JESSICA DEVLIN: And did your father treat you well?

WAYNE CALLISON: He did the best he could.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Really? According to the police records in Akron, Ohio, your father was a violent alcoholic who regularly abused you.

[Callison starts to get flustered.]

WAYNE CALLISON: My father... had a difficult life.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Several neighbors said that he would get drunk and bring women back to the small trailer you all shared.

WAYNE CALLISON: So?

JESSICA DEVLIN: Was that uncomfortable? Listening to your father have drunken sex with strange women just feet from where you and your brother slept?

WAYNE CALLISON: [disconcerted] Your Honor?

JESSICA DEVLIN: Withdrawn. Have you ever heard the name Rhonda James?

WAYNE CALLISON: No. Not that I recall.

JESSICA DEVLIN: She was a bartender at Buck's Tavern. She spent the night with your father on August 4th, 1975. Remember her now?

WAYNE CALLISON: [shakes her head] No.

[Note: From now on ('til you'll see when), Jessica's questioning gets more confident and quicker, while Callison's much-vaunted self-confidence slowly crumbles.]

JESSICA DEVLIN: The next morning, Rhonda's body was found in a field a mile from your trailer. Her body was mutilated. Ringing any bells?

WAYNE CALLISON: This is a...

JESSICA DEVLIN: The police questioned your father, but never charged him. Did they ever question you, Wayne?

WAYNE CALLISON: No.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Why did the knife wounds on Rhonda James match those on Hannah Morton?

WAYNE CALLISON: I don't know.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Was Rhonda your first victim? Were you tired of the parade of women filing through your trailer trying to replace your mother?

WAYNE CALLISON: Your Honor, I'd like a... a recess.

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Denied.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Answer the question. Was Rhonda your first?

WAYNE CALLISON: No. I mean, I did not...

JESSICA DEVLIN: [simultaneously] Did you carve her up to punish your father?

WAYNE CALLISON: [angrily] You don't know what you're talking about.

JESSICA DEVLIN: [slowly approaching the box] Maybe this isn't about your father at all. Tell me, Wayne, when you were cutting Rhonda's throat, when you were watching her die... [leans forward, almost goading] were you thinking about your mother?

[Callison erupts in uncontrolled rage.]

WAYNE CALLISON: [standing and getting in her face, voice rising in rage] I was thinking of every DIRTY LITTLE WHORE LIKE YOU WHO DESERVES TO BE PUNISHED!

[The jury looks stunned at the sudden incriminating outburst. Jessica doesn't even flinch, while Callison glares at her.]

JESSICA DEVLIN: [calm, smiling] Temper, temper.

[Callison sits back down, realizing he's lost the jury and the case, with his outburst.]


TIME LAPSE:

[Courtroom. Day. The jury (having come to a verdict) files into the jury box. The foreperson hands a piece of paper to the bailiff.]

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: [motioning to Callison] Will the defendant please rise?

[Callison stands.]

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: Has the jury reached a verdict?

[The foreperson stands.]

FOREPERSON: We have, Your Honor. In the matter of the County of Los Angeles versus Wayne Robert Callison...

[As he speaks, Stark enters the courtroom and stands at the door.]

FOREPERSON: First degree murder with special circumstances, we find the defendant... guilty as charged.

[The crowd starts to murmur. Stark remains poker-faced, hands folded. Callison lowers his gaze. ]

JUDGE KENNETH WOODRUFF: The defendant is remanded into custody forthwith. The jury is hereby excused with the court's thanks.

[Jessica shakes Casey's hand and looks behind and sees Stark, who gives her a poker-faced nod. She smiles at him. He walks outside.]


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[Courthouse grounds. Day. Stark and Jessica walk.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Hell of a job you did breaking down Callison.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Oh, I spoke to the judge. He's willing to forego a disciplinary review.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [chuckles] I love that about him.

JESSICA DEVLIN: Huh, you're not gonna love the fine he's about to slap you with.

SEBASTIAN STARK: You've gotta pay to play. You really think you're gonna be happy wining and dining clients and falsifying your billable hours?

JESSICA DEVLIN: Didn't hurt your bottom line.

SEBASTIAN STARK: It cost me plenty. There's no free lunch, Jess. [beat] You know, I could always use another good prosecutor.

[She looks at him apprehensively.]

JESSICA DEVLIN: [laughs] You're offering me a job?

SEBASTIAN STARK: [laughs as well] Ironic, huh? But I've said it before. You're a natural born trial attorney. You belong on the front lines putting away the bad guys.

[They stop walking and face each other.]

JESSICA DEVLIN: You want me to give up a million bucks a year, and house seats to the Philharmonic to make eighty grand working in a crappy office for a control freak, who is eventually gonna wind up disbarred?

SEBASTIAN STARK: [smiles] That is the glass half-empty version. [seriously] Here's the thing. You can sell out, Jess. God knows I did. And for a while, everything will be okay. But then one day, you're gonna wake up and you're gonna realize you're the bad guy.

[Jessica seems to agree, yet shakes her head.]

JESSICA DEVLIN: It would never work. We'd kill each other.

SEBASTIAN STARK: But you've gotta admit, we make a hell of a team.

[He walks off, while she considers the offer.]


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[Jailhouse, interrogation room. Night. In the darkened room, Callison sits (in blue jail clothes) at the table, handcuffed behind his back. Stark paces around the table, while an officer stands nearby.]

WAYNE CALLISON: [quoting] "Sharks gaze up to the ship's decks like hungry dogs round a table, where red meat is carved."

SEBASTIAN STARK: Melville's gonna be a big hit with the guys in maximum security, Wayne.

WAYNE CALLISON: Have you come to gloat?

SEBASTIAN STARK: [snickers] It's like a horror movie. You always need to make sure the monster's dead.

WAYNE CALLISON: Well, I'm not dead yet. And I just filed my appeal. I expect we'll meet again.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [to the officer] Step out.

[The officer leaves.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Let me tell you a little story, Wayne. 'S about you. The day you were acquitted, the first trial, I started tracking the missing persons cases, to look for your next victim.

WAYNE CALLISON: I thought I'd make you wait.

SEBASTIAN STARK: ["Ultimate Shark Mode"] Yeah, well, I'm not very patient. So, all of a sudden, I figured, why not be... proactive? Why not just provide the victim... [in Callison's face] myself?

[Callison seems confused.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Hannah Morton wasn't murdered, Wayne.

FLASHBACK: [Night. A pipe runs from the running car's exhaust inside the car. Hannah Morton lies dead on the steering wheel, while the pipe continues to expel gas into the car.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [vo] She took her own life. Carbon monoxide poisoning, easy to mask.

BACK TO PRESENT.

SEBASTIAN STARK: And by the way, Wayne, [chuckles] she was right in your warehouse. Late twenties, psychologically damaged.

WAYNE CALLISON: [staying calm] I'm impressed.

SEBASTIAN STARK: It gets even better. You know the one thing you need to turn a suicide into a homicide?

FLASHBACK: [Morgue. Day. ME William Chen, using photographs of the '#'-shaped wounds from previous victims, makes a similar cut on Hannah Morton's thigh.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [vo] You need a young, eager, grateful ME who owes you a favor.

BACK TO PRESENT.

SEBASTIAN STARK: I got him the job. Kid's almost as good with the knife as you are, Wayne. [sits] And when I told Hannah Morton's mother what I had in mind...

FLASHBACK: [Garden. Day. Stark speaks to Amanda Morton.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [vo] She went for it like that. [snaps his fingers]

BACK TO PRESENT.

SEBASTIAN STARK: She said that she wanted her daughter's sad... short life...

FLASHBACK: [Night. Shot of Hannah, walking, a glassy look in her eyes.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: ... to have meaning.

BACK TO PRESENT.

SEBASTIAN STARK: To save other young girls, who are troubled. From a guy like you.

FLASHBACK: [Stark gives Amanda a comforting hug.]

BACK TO PRESENT.

WAYNE CALLISON: Convincing a grieving mother to bequeath you the body of her only child. You've outdone yourself, Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [more energetically] I knew I had to make you think that you had the perfect alibi. [stands] That you had someone who loved you...

FLASHBACK: [Hotel Courtyard. Night. Shot of Wendy Phillips, her hand on Callison's shoulder.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: ...someone you could trust.

BACK TO PRESENT.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [sneers, walking behind Callison] And this part is kind of a bummer for you, Wayne.

[An evil smile on his lips, he lowers his head near Callison's ear.]]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Maybe Wendy wasn't quite as infatuated with you... as you thought.

FLASHBACK: [HPCU Office. Day. A female police officer, holding a file ("COLD CASE, RHONDA JAMES" on the cover), closes a locker door.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [vo] In fact, her name wasn't even Wendy.

[The camera pans up to show it's Wendy. In slow-motion, she turns her head and looks at the crime-board, at Rhonda James' picture. There appears to be some sort of family resemblance.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [vo] But she did have the sole distinction of being the only person on the face of the Earth who wanted to nail you more than me.

BACK TO PRESENT.

SEBASTIAN STARK: But you did have some moments. [chuckling] I've gotta tell ya, I never thought you'd figure out that Dan Tompko was Janet Butler's half brother. [sits]

FLASHBACK: [Courtroom. Day. Dan Tompko glares angrily at Callison.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: But he took it like a champ. Especially once I [chuckles] got his perjury charges dropped.

BACK TO PRESENT.

WAYNE CALLISON: And Jeffrey Wharton, the witness you tried to hide?

SEBASTIAN STARK: The victim's very own private stalker?

FLASHBACK: [Jeffrey Wharton smiles slyly as he finishes the "shrine" to Hannah.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [vo] What're the odds?

[He hands the box to Stark (when Stark visited him earlier) and Stark walks out, smiling.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [vo] And with Jessica already pissed off that you cost her the election, we didn't miss a beat.

FLASHBACK: [HPCU Office. Day. Stark gives orders to his team and enters his office, watching them furtively from behind the glass walk, as they work.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [vo] And when I finally led my sweet, innocent team to Rhonda James, it was just a matter of time before I knew you would self-destruct on the stand.

BACK TO PRESENT.

WAYNE CALLISON: [shaking his head in disbelief] And they say I'm crazy.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Trust me, you are crazy.

WAYNE CALLISON: Well, I will be sure to bring all this up on appeal.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Go for it. But I've got another big one for you. Loose ends, Wayne. There's not a single scrap of paper. Not one email to confirm what I just told you. Hannah Morton's remains have been cremated. None of my lawyers knows a thing, and the people who do aren't saying a word.

[Callison has a forlorn look on his face.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: [leaning close to his face] All that's left... are the ravings of a convicted psychopath.

[He slowly starts to walk out, but stops as Callison speaks.]

WAYNE CALLISON: Sebastian.

[Stark turns, a smug look on his face.]

WAYNE CALLISON: You and I... we're not so different.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Let's just say I've learned to channel my obsession in a more positive direction.

[He leaves, while Callison can only sit there, all hope lost.]


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[Stark Residence. Night. Back from work, Stark walks up to the front door and prepares to enter. He hears Julie's voice.]

JULIE STARK: Heard you won the Callison case.

[He turns and sees her sitting on the patio, grumpily working on her laptop. He walks onto the patio.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Caught a few breaks.

JULIE STARK: I'm glad he's not gonna hurt anyone else. [beat] You know, I knew you wouldn't let him win. [petulantly] One way or another, you always get your way.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Well, I've always believed that winning is the only thing that matters. But eventually, you figure out that [sighs] winning isn't enough.

JULIE STARK: Since when?

SEBASTIAN STARK: Since you moved in here and turned my life upside down.

JULIE STARK: I never meant to do that.

[He walks up to her.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: Sure you did. [beat] I sent in your tuition for Summer Scholars.

JULIE STARK: [surprised] Really?

[He nods sadly.]

JULIE STARK: [jumps up and hugs him] Oh, God, Dad, thank you.

[Breaking the hug, he sighs and looks at her.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: You know all that stuff about... the timing being wrong. I meant every word I said, except I realized [sighs heavily] I was talking about me.

[CUE MUSIC: "Goodbye" by Emmylou Harris.]

JULIE STARK: Look, Dad, I-I handled this whole thing badly.

[He motions for her to sit and sits in front of her.]

SEBASTIAN STARK: No, I'm... I'm excited for you. I am. It's just... I guess I kinda got used to having you around. Even with everything we went through, it's been the best thing in my life.

[She starts to tear up.]

JULIE STARK: Mine, too. Look, you know, when all this stuff happened, I got... carried away. Forgot to think about you, and...

SEBASTIAN STARK: It's okay.

JULIE STARK: No, it's not. When I chose you, I never even asked if you wanted me to live here. And then I just announced that I'm leaving.

SEBASTIAN STARK: Jules... you're doing the right thing. I just thought... [chokes up] we'd have more time. You know, after the custody hearing when you came up to me and you said, I'd probably never understand... [voice breaks] how much I need... need you.

JULIE STARK: [smiling through her tears, nods] Yeah.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [softly] I think I finally understand.

JULIE STARK: [crying, hugs him] I'm really gonna miss you.

SEBASTIAN STARK: [crying] I'll miss you, too.

[She pecks him on the cheek and hugs him again. They hold each other sadly.]


CUT TO:

[Closing credits.]