Night. Kathleen enters overgrown greenhouse with a tray of food.
Kathleen: John, knock, knock. You up there?
She looks around, then walks a short distance.
Kathleen: John. Just thought you might be hungry.
She turns back and heads the way she came. John lands in front of her. Startled, she drops the tray and backs up. John looks at her a moment, then crouches over the fallen tray and picks up some food and eats.
Kathleen: Glad you like it.
She squats down and picks up the silverware. She shows him the silverware.
Kathleen: John, do you remember what these are?
He looks at them, then her, then stands. She stands too.
Kathleen: I guess you didn't like those shirts I got you.
Tarzan/John: I do now.
She slowly steps up to him and buttons his shirt.
Kathleen: This is okay for the time being. When the winter comes, you're going to have to get used to wearing a lot more than that. Do you remember what winter is? You remember your parents, don't you?
Tarzan/John: Too many questions.
He takes off to the balcony. She follows and stands at the doorway. He squats on the edge looking at her.
Kathleen: John wait. Can you tell me where you go every night?
He doesn't answer. He jumps down. Kathleen goes up and doesn't see him. John sits on a roof a moment. Then gets up and walks across a roof looking at other taller buildings. He climbs near the edge and hears a woman screaming and spots her in an alley. He begins to climb down. The man throws the woman down trying to take her purse.
Man: Give me the bag.
John jumps down. The man turns to face him. The man gets shot in the chest and falls to the ground. John turns and looks around suprised and afraid. The woman takes off. John backs up and stands against the wall under a fire escape still looking up. Same night. Jane is at her apartment writing on a notepad. Nicki walks in the kitchen and sees what Jane is doing.
Nicki: Uh-oh.
Goes to a cupboard.
Nicki: Where are the plates?
Jane: I moved them to the right.
She answers still writing on the notepad without looking up.
Nicki: Why?
Jane: Closer to the dishwasher.
Nicki moves to a different cupboard.
Nicki: Where are the glasses?
Jane: Closer to the sink.
Nicki closes the cupboard and heads over to Jane.
Nicki: Where's the silverware closer to?
Jane: The table. See? (Pulls drawer out) More efficient.
Nicki moves next to Jane with a glass and plate.
Nicki: You know, they have great new medications for people with your condition.
Jane: Thank you.
Jane tears the page off and heads to the refrigerator and puts it on with a magnet.
Jane: I am trying to get this place organized after the chaos of the last few weeks and it feels good.
Nicki: You're making another list.
Nicki says sitting where Jane was.
Jane: Not a list. Just a few chores.
Nicki: We agreed no lists.
Jane: Okay,
She opens the refrigerator and gets someting out.
Jane: A, I said we would see.
She closes the fridge and heads back over to where Nicki is.
Jane: B, it's not technically a list, it's mostly a set of guidelines.
Jane takes a spoon from Nicki and uses it to stir in her cup.
Nicki: Want to talk about what's bothering you?
Jane: No, I just want to get a grip. I got a few things on my mind, that's all.
Nicki: John Clayton.
Jane: Wrong.
A silent moment passes. Jane and Nicki make eye contact.
Jane: Okay, you're right. Nicki, I have feelings for this guy. How can I even be thinking this way so soon after Michael died?
Nicki: A human person.
Jane's cell phone rings.
Jane: Hey Sam, what's up?
Sam: Get out here. There's been another one.
Jane: Alright. I'm on my way.
Nicki: What?
Jane hangs up her phone and picks up her jacket.
Jane: Another sniper attack.
Jane answers as she walks out.
Crime scene.
Sam: We got to stop meeting like this.
Sam says as he raises the police tape for Jane. She steps under it, then walks with Sam to the victim.
Jane: Two nights in a row.
Sam: People are gonna talk. This guy won't be one of them.
They stop at a dead man in the alley. Sam picks up the mans wallet.
Sam: Meet victim number 2. Shot in the chest. High powered rifle. Shot through chest. No witnesses.
Jane: Who is he?
Sam: Damon Flicker. Twenty one. City college. One visit short of a free video rental.
Jane: Find the bullet?
Jane asks as she looks up at nearby buildings.
Sam: Sliced clean through him. Probably a military round.
Jane: I'll have a look around.
She walks to the end of the alley. She turns and sees John standing on a rooftop. She looks back at Sam a moment, then arrives on the rooftop. She walks to the right. John jumps behind her from her left. She whirls around suprised.
Jane: Hi John.
She smiles.
Tarzan/John: Hi.
He smiles back.
Jane: I worry about you being up here like this. Someone might see you and your Uncle's got an awful lot of people out looking for you.
Jane turns away and looks out over the edge of the roof. When she turns around, John puts his hand on her cheek.
Tarzan/John: I want to help you.
Jane: I know you do. This isn't helping.
She gently pushes his hand down. She moves around him as she talks.
Jane: Look, um, I think it would be good for both of us if we set up some rules.
He turns to face her.
Tarzan/John: Rules.
Jane: Yes. Like there can't be any more touching between us.
He steps forward.
Tarzan/John: I like it.
Jane steps back.
Jane: Okay, I don't.
Tarzan/John: Yes, you do.
He smiles as he replies. Jane moves back to the roof edge.
Jane: Look, there is right and wrong and touching between us is wrong.
She turns to face him.
Tarzan/John: Why?
Jane: That has to do with Michael.
A silent moment passes.
Jane: Maybe we should talk about this later. I have to get back to work.
She moves past him. He comes up behind her and puts one arm around her waist while he smells close to the side of her neck.
Jane: John, this counts as touching.
He opens his hand to reveal a bullet.
Jane: Oh my god.
She takes the bullet and turns around.
Jane: Where did you find this?
Tarzan/John: I saw it. I was there.
She looks from him to the bullet, then back at him.
Jane: John, I need you to tell me everything you saw.
Next day. Precinct. Sam and Jane walk in.
Sam: What? What? How am I supposed to watch your back if your front keeps running off to talk with John Clayton?
Sam says quietly as they walk over to stand at a file cabinet.
Jane: You know what? You can be my shaperone some other time. The point is, he saw the entire thing. Alright? This Damon Flicker was assaulting and robbing someone when the sniper shot him.
Sam: Really? Where's the woman?
A woman steps in.
Woman: Excuse me.
They move to another area.
Jane: She ran off.
Sam: Oh, Jane.
Jane: Think about it. First vic, Lancaster, total dirtbag, record as long as your arm. Now we find out that the second victim is a bad guy too.
Sam: So, you think there's some
vigilante thing going on?
Jane: I don't know. Maybe. You think I should take it to Conner?
Sam: Absolutely. I think you should go right in there and tell him a bare footed wild man who's supposed to be dead jumped off the roof and whispered it in your ear. Yeah, go on in and tell him. Please.
Lieutenant holding a newspaper up to detectives in precinct.
Lieutanant: This is what everybody is reading with their morning coffee. Lots of panic out there. I want all hands on this. Balisitics. We're looking at a HJ1 31 persision rifle. Been banned since '98. They're pretty rare. Full metal jacket, military round. The profiles a psyc case possible veteran acting alone and targets based on opportunity.
Jane: Sir, what makes it so sure it's random?
Lieutenant: What makes you think it isn't?
Sam: (Quietly) Oh please don't say you have a hunch.
Jane: Uh, nothing sir. Sorry.
Gene: Lieutenant.
Lieutenant: What?
Gene: A lot of us here don't want to see Mike's case go second place.
Lieutenant: I hear you, and if I had anything I'd follow up on it, but we got squat, the trail's cold. Sam's still point, so run it through him. Otherwise, I want everybody on this sniper.
Sam listening to messages on tape. Jane walks up to him hearing a man on tape.
Jane: Who's that?
Sam: One of my many concerned wackos called in on the tip line on Mike's murder. So, to run a pretend investigation, I have to run on pretend leads.
Jane: Thanks you. I owe you one.
Sam: You owe me more than one. So, what's up? What do you got for me?
Jane :Well, I wasted my time looking up stuff on our friend Flicker when I should have been focusing on this guy, Lancaster. Lancaster beats his girlfriend to death with a nine iron.
Sam: Damn.
Jane hands Sam a paper.
Jane: Someone batched the mirana warning so he walked.
Sam: Smells like motive. You check his girlfirend's family?
Jane: I did. They were clean. But listen to this. Lancaster holed up in his apartment. They called the swat team to flush him out. The sniper on that team's name is Carl Reinheart. I looked at his gun registration.
She hands Sam a second paper.
Sam: Ho, oh, oh. HG1 persision sniper rifle. What precinct is he?
Jane: He's retired. Is that enough to take to Connor?
Sam: Nope, but it's enough to go meet the guy.
Kathleen's house. John is looking outside through blinds. Kathleen walks in.
Kathleen: You just gonna stand there looking out the window all day?
She comes over and sits on a chair.
Tarzan/John: So this is my Father's house?
Kathleen: It was yours too when you were a little boy.
Tarzan/John: Were you close to him?
Kathleen: He was twelve years older than me, but I adored him. He used to run me up and down the stairs on his shoulders.
Tarzan/John: Was he like my Uncle?
He asks with a slight hint of anger.
Kathleen: No. Not a bit.
John turns and looks at her, then touches a nearby stand with a half smile.
Tarzan/John: Did he love my mother?
Kathleen: Yes, very much.
He smiles, then goes to her and leans forward.
Tarzan/John: Did he have rules about loving her?
Kathleen: I don't know what you mean.
He stands upright and stands a few steps away. Kathleen turns to face him.
Tarzan/John: I want to know more of my Father.
Kathleen: Well, I can tell you lots of stories and I can show you some of his things. Most of his stuff's in storage right now, but I got some of his clothes upstairs in a closet. Do you want to see that?
He makes eye contact and smiles. Sam and Jane at Reinhart residence.
Jane: We're here to see Howard Reinhart.
Wife: He's not here. He's out of town.
A teenage boy walks up.
Jane: Since?
Wife: Thursday.
Teen: Hey, what's going on?
Wife: They want to see your father.
Teen: What for?
Sam: We just want to talk to him
about an old case he worked on, that's all. When do you expect him back?
Teen: In a few days. He went on a hunting trip to Canada.
Sam: Alright. Thank you. Sorry to bother you.
They walk to Sam's car.
Jane: He left Thursday. That's when the shooting started. He's hunting alright, but he's not in Canada.
Sam: Come on, Jane. A vigilante cop? You sure you want to go down this road?
Opens passenger door.
Sam: It's going to make you very unpopular around the coffee machine.
Jane: I don't know, Sam. I got a feeling. I'm gonna keep digging.
Sam: Well, dig quietly.
Sam walks around to driver side. They get in a car and drive off. John looking in closet. He smells the sleeve of one jacket, takes it out. He put it over his head, squats putting it on, then stands and adjusts it.
Kathleen: It fits perfectly.
Tarzan/John: I am like him?
He asks smiling as he looks between her and the jacket.
Kathleen: Very. I was just a teenager when he died. Had a bad case of big brother worship. I never knew exactly what happened to the plane. So I spents years hoping he'd walk through the front door safe and sound. That's the hardest thing to let go of. The hope.
John looks from her and stretches his arms out a moment.
Kathleen: How's that jacket feel?
Tarzan/John: Scratchy.
As he rubs one sleeve against his arm. He pulls a white cloth off more hanging clothes and smells the sleeve of a sweater. He finds shoes and compares the bottoms to his bottom feet. He finds a hat on a shelf and puts it on. The front covers his eyes. He tries to look around with the hat on. Jane opens her door, closes it, locks it, then removes her jacket, hangs it on the rack, and enters her bedroom. She stands in front of the dresser mirror setting her keys, badge, and cell phone down. She pulls her gun, removes the clip, and puts them down. She pulls up her shirt from the back to remove it when John arrives on the window sill. Jane whirls around and leans on dresser.
Jane: One of these days I'm gonna get used to you doing that.
She smiles as he steps down, squats a moment, then stands.
Tarzan/John: You caught the man.
Jane: The sniper? No, no. We're still working on it.
Tarzan/John: Sniper only hurts bad men.
Jane: Yeah.
Tarzan/John: That's good.
Jane: Well, I know it seems that way, but what he does is against the law and it's my job to stop him.
Tarzan/John: I hurt bad men.
He steps closer.
Tarzan/John: And you don't stop me.
He says with a half smile. The doorbell rings.
Jane: I'll be right back. Okay?
Jane goes to leave, John steps with her.
Jane: No, no John, I need you to stay here. Please.
She has her hands on both his arms. He smiles.
Tarzan/John: You're touching me.
She pulls her hands back.
Jane: Right.
She leaves the room and enters the living room.
Nicki: Sam's here. Night Sam.
Sam: Night Nicki.
He closes the door. Nicki heads to bed.
Jane: Hey, what's going on?
Sam holds his hand up a moment as he walks up to her. He looks to Jane's room a moment, then back to Jane.
Sam: I thought you should know right away. I checked the tip line on Mike's murder case. Somebody witnessed the whole thing.
Jane: Tell me it's another wacko.
Sam: No, he said there were two other people on the roof that night, besides Mike. A white male, mid twenties, with long blonde hair.
John looks to Jane's doorway listening to Sam.
Sam: Barefoot. A female, brown hair, also mid twenties. This is it, Jane. I think you're busted.
Jane: Oh my God.
Next day. Apartment complex. Elevator doors open to reveal Jane. She steps out and goes to number 723. She knocks, then hears a group of dogs barking.
Man: Who is it?
Jane: Police. I need to ask you a few questions.
Man opens door leaving the chain lock.
Jane: Donald S. Ingram?
He nods.
Jane: I'm Detective Porter. Would you mind putting away your dogs?
He takes a remote and pushes a button. He shows her the remote.
Donald: You can't be too careful.
Jane: No, you can't.
He turns away a moment, then back to her.
Donald: You're the lady on the roof.
Jane: That's right. I was there.
He slams the door closed.
Donald: What do you need to talk to me for? You know what happened.
Jane: Just a few questions. The police department needs your help.
He opens the door, still with the chain lock.
Donald: You haven't been around any sick people have you?
He covers his mouth.
Jane: Nope.
He uncovers his mouth.
Jane: Donald?
Donald: Yeah?
Jane: The door?
Donald: O-okay.
He closes the door, undoes the lock, opens it, takes a breath, and moves away quickly. She closes the door.
Donald: Could you please not touch anything.
Jane stands at the window. Donald paces slightly a few steps away.
Donald: The dark haired one attacked the blonde man. They fought. They really went at each other.
Jane looks out the window and sees a clear view of the rooftop.
Donald: They tumbled over the edge. The blonde man tried to save the other guy.
A flashback of John holding Michael's hand as it slips and he falls.
Jane: Michael!
Present.
Donald: The dark haired one, the Detective fell. I couldn't look after that.
Jane turns to him.
Jane: So, from what you saw, it was an accident?
Donald: Yeah.
He pulls a cloth from his waist pouch and cleans his fingertips.
Donald: So, uh, that's it. I've done my duty or whatever.
Jane: What do you mean?
Jane looks to him a little confused.
Donald: I've told what I know. So, it's over. I don't have to testify.
Jane: You don't want to?
Donald: No. I don't want to get any more involved.
Jane: Um.
Donald: I don't leave my apartment. Ever. So I can't go to the police station or courthouse. I get heart pepitations.
They make eye contact.
Donald: Please don't make me go.
Sam and Jane walking down sidewalk.
Sam: I can't believe you're not considering this.
Jane: Sam, he doesn't want to come forward.
Sam: But it's a good thing, Jane. Here's a witness who says it was an accident. You're clearing John of any homicide charges.
Jane: Okay, so maybe he gets charged with assault instead? Maybe Sam, there are hot heads in there that don't care what he's charged with. They just want revenge for Michaels' death.
Sam: Or maybe everything will work out.
Jane: That's too many maybe's.
Sam: So, what are you gonna do?
Ignore the witness? Pretend you never met him?
Jane: I don't know, Sam. I don't know.
Sam: Jane, it's a crime. You could ruin your carreer. You could ruin mine. I'm sorry, but this is my investigation. I gotta take it to Connor.
Jane: Sam, you can't do that. You don't understand. John's different. They go to pick him up just for questioning, and he'll fight them. He goes to jail and he'll die. John's Uncle is just waiting for him to surface. Sam, it's too dangerous.
Sam: Let me ask you something. Why is it your job to protect John Clahyton?
Jane: No one else is getting hurt because of me.
Sam and Jane at their desks facing one another. Jane looking through some papers. Sam on his computer.
Sam: Hey.
Jane: Talking to me again?
He looks at her.
Sam: Well, I was gonna make you suffer a little longer, but I just did something so brilliant I had to tell somebody. Just stay there, I'll come to you.
Jane puts the papers down. Sam comes up and types on her computer.
Sam: Check this out. Okay. Now I searched our database for all of Howard Reinharts SWAT employments, then I pulled all the cases that got dismissed on a technicality or weren't prosecuted for some reason. 27 cases came up.
Jane: That's depressing.
Sam: Yeah, but look at #2.
Jane: Thomas Flicker.
Sam: He mugged and killed an old lady. Now, he's doing 25 to life because his baby brother, Damean Flicker, squealed on him granting him immunity. And because he's a juvenille, his records are sealed.
Jane and Sam clap hands.
Jane: Of course they were. That's perfect. Ties Reinhart to Flicker.
Sam: Brilliant, huh? What'd I tell you?
Jane: Hey, you put the list in this order?
Sam: No, the computer did it. It's chronological.
Jane: Alright. Lancasters first, then Flicker. You think he's talking these guys out in order?
Looks from computer to Sam.
Sam: Checking them off the list, you think?
Jane: One thing I know, it's making lists.
Sam: Who's #3?
Jane: Steven Bolinsky. Sexually
assaulted an 11 yr. old kid. Walked after lab lost the evidence. He could be
our shooter's next victim. Think we should track him down?
Sam: Yeah, worth a shot. Oh, sorry. Bad choice of words. Let's go.
They get in Sam's car and drive off. John sees them from rooftop and follows. They arrive and head up a set of stairs on a large boat. They come up to a man.
Jane: Hey there. (Shows badge) I'm looking for Steven Bolinski.
Man: He's around somehwere.
Looks down at lower levels and spots him.
Man: There he is. Yo Stevie!
Steve looks up, sees them and runs. They chase after him going down stairs.
Sam: There's no point chasing him once he hits that water.
Steve reaches the deck and runs. Jane chases after him. Sam reaches the bottom of the stairs. John jumps from another (boat) and gives chase. He catches up with Steve, jumps, and lands on top of him. Jane catches up.
Jane: John.
He turns and sees her.
Steve: Get this guy off me.
John steps back as Sam comes up. Jane and John stare at one another.
Sam: Shut up, Bolinski. Making me run. Come all the way out here to help you out and you run away like you have a guilty contious.
Sam helps Steve to his feet.
Steve: Help? With what?
Sam: That big ass target painted on your chest.
Jane: Get him out of here. I'll meet you back at the precinct.
Jane says keeping eye contact with John as Sam and Steve walk away heading back the way they came. Rifle scope view. Shot of Bolinski blocked by Sam. Moves to Jane. Blocked by workers. Jane and John enter a bridge of a boat. John sits on the other end near the doorway. Jane enters the opposite side.
Jane: It's hard for me to tell you to stop following me when you do helpful things like helping that guy.
John comes and stands in front of her.
Jane: And I know it's not always easy to tell the good guys from the bad guys on this one.
Tarzan/John: I can tell.
Jane: I wish I cold see things as clearly as you do.
Tarzan/John: So do I.
He steps back and turns to go. Scope aimed at Jane. She turns and faces scope. John stops and looks left out window. He sees scope aimed at Jane. He turns to Jane and leaps at her. Slow motion.
Tarzan/John: Jane!
Slow motion. A bullet goes through the window and knocks Jane off her feet on her back. Normal speed. John rushes to her side and squats. He looks at her face a moment, her eyes closed, her face emotionless. He then tears open her shirt. He sees the bullet on the vest. He moves the vest aside and sees a large bruise on her chest. He puts his ear to her chest listening. He lifts his head and takes her hand. He puts her hand against his lips. Jane rolls her head slightly right at him and opens her eyes. She inhales deeply. John is relieved she is alive and helps her to sit up. He puts his hands around her head and touches his forehead to the side of her head. She puts a hand on his arm a moment.
Jane: I'm alright. I'm alright.
She moves her hand from his arm and touches the bruise on her chest. John looks to the hole in the window, then gets up and dives through.
Jane: John! Don't!
John runs across the deck. He jumps on slightly higher level. He puts his hands on top of a picnic table and jumps over it. He jumps grabbing a metal railing, goes over it and runs. He stops a moment and sees someone leaving with a large briefcase. He steps up and sees the man get in a green car and take off. John jumps in the water. The green car skids sideways as it speeds around a corner and heads straight. John jumps up only to miss the car and see it speed off. Precinct. Lieutenant Connor's office.
Lieutenant: Okay. Good.
He hangs up the phone and grabs his jacket. Jane sitting in a chair. Sam standing next to her.
Lieutenant: You sure you're okay?
Puts jacket on standing next to Jane.
Jane: I'm fine.
She sits up and holds an ice pack on the bruise.
Jane: Feels like I've been kicked by a horse, but I'm fine.
Lieutenant: Well, I got something I think will make you feel better.
Jane: Yeah, what's that?
Lieutenant: Howard Reinhart just called. He's turning himself in.
Jane looks to Sam a moment, then back to Lieutenant Connor.
Jane: Why?
Lieutenant: Guilty contious I would hope. I would hope an ex-cop would draw the line on taking out another police officer.
Jane half smiles.
Lieutenant: Look, I got units on the way, but this is your collar. Huh? Let's go.
Sam and Jane look at one another. Reinhart residence. Reinhart exits house lead by two uniformed police officers. Jane and Sam follow. Sam pulls his cell phone out and starts to dial, then hears something in the alley between the Reinhart house and neighbors. He goes over and sees it's John. He turns to Jane.
Sam: Man, this guy is relentless.
Jane sees John and and rushes in.
Jane: We gotta stop him.
Jane: John stop right here.
Tarzan/John: He tried to kill you.
Jane puts arms on walls blocking his way.
Jane: He didn't. I'm fine. It's over. John, the cops are here, we got him.
Sam stands at the alley entrance. John sees Reinhart.
Tarzan/John: That's not him.
Jane: Yes it is John. I swear to you.
Tarzan/John: I saw. That's not him.
Jane: John, he confessed, it's him.
He steps forward. Jane still blocks him.
Tarzan/John: I saw him. He was young not old.
Sam rushes over.
Sam:You have to calm down seriously.
Jane: Sam, I think he's talking about the kid.
Sam: I don't care what he's talking about, what he smelled or whatever. We got to get him out of here before he kills somebody. Hey listen, you have to go.
John steps to Sam.
Tarzan/John: No!
Jane: John, even if he is guilty, we cannot go in there with no warrant and no proof. We have to wait.
Tarzan/John: Why?
Jane: Becase that's how the law works.
John looks to Jane frustrated.
Tarzan/John: Is that a rule?
Jane: Yeah, it is.
Tarzan/John :Your rules are lies.
He turns and leaves the way he came. The teen watches from upper window as Sam and Jane go to Sam's car. Jane opens the passenger door, looks up, then gets in. Precinct. Interrogation room.
Howard: This is harrasment. I signed a confession.
Jane looking in file. Sam leaning on wall.
Jane: I know you did. I saw that. Which is weird because I have airplane tickets, motel reservations, and credit reports telling me you were in Canada until this morning.
She says laying three pieces of paper on the table so Howard can see them.
Howard: I don't know anything about that.
Jane: Really.
She says looking at him not believing him.
Howard: Look, I'm an ex-cop. I've been on your side of the table. I know all the tricks. You're gonna switch places with him and he'll be bad cop.
Sam steps up away from the wall giving Howard a half smile.
Sam: Oh, you don't want me to be the bad cop.
Jane: I'm gonna tell you what I think happened, you just tell me if it's right. You come home from work and you rail about the system. The law protects the guilty, and criminals get away with murder. Your kid idolizes you. So, Justin wants to make his Dad proud. And then, he flunked out of the police acadamy. Your son Justin has always been a bit off.
Howard: Wrong.
Jane: You hoped he would grow out of it, but he didn't.
Howard: Wrong.
Jane: Mr. Reinhart, covering it up isn't going to fix what's wrong with your son.
Howard: There's nothing wrong with my son.
Jane slides crime photos of first two victims.
Jane:Your son is sick and he needs help.
Howard: Like I said before, it was me. I confess.
Jane: Congradulations. Let's pick up the kid.
Sam and Jane leave. Jane stands at a doorway. Sam at someone's desk. Man hangs up.
Sam: Call if you hear anything.
He walks up to Jane.
Sam: Flew the coop.
Jane: Alright. What do we do now?
Sam: Well, I've alerted customs, city and state police. Now we just wait.
Jane: I almost wish I knew where John went.
Sam: Why, you think he could help us track this guy?
Jane: I don't know.
Sam: Takes a vigilante to catch a vigilante?
Jane: I don't think of John as a vigilante.
Sam: (Scoffs) If you say so.
Jane: No, Sam. I don't think it's fair to judge him by our rules. I know he is unpredictable.
Sam: Yes.
Jane: That he is wild.
Sam: Yes.
Jane: I also know he never lies. Not ever. His moral compass never wavers. Unlike mine. I think John may be right. My rules are lies. I've crossed the line so many times I don't even know where it is anymore.
Richard Clayton's office.
Richard: Who's the guy?
Lawyer: His name's Donald Ingram. Works out of his apartment. Hardly ever leaves the place.
Richard: His apartment overlooks?
Lawyer: The rooftop where Michael Foster was killed. We followed Detective Porter there like you asked. What? You think he saw something?
Richard sits at his desk.
Richard: I think if Porter's talking to this man, then we should too.
Jane outside. Her cell phone rings.
Jane: Hey, Sam.
Sam: It's been an hour. Where are you?
Jane: I'm at a flea market at Grant and West Hill.
Sam: Oh good. I want you to stop and pick me up one of those big ass cookies. Chocolate chip.
Jane: Alright.
Sam: Hey, look. Take your time. I'll let you know if anything breaks on Reinhart.
Jane: Fair enough.
She sees a green car.
Jane: Sam.
Sam: Yeah.
Jane: Something just broke.
Sam: What are you talking about?
Jane: Reinhart's car. It's here. The kid followed me.
Sam: Listen to me, listen to me. You get the hell outta there now. Right now. Davis.
Jane: No, Sam, I can't. I'm in a crowd. I gotta draw him away from all these people.
She looks up to see if she can spot him.
Sam: Whatever you do, you're not looking up, right?
She looks down.
Sam: I want someone rolling on this address right now.
Hands address to a uniformed policeman.
Sam: Please tell me you're wearing your vest, Jane.
Jane: I'm wearing my vest.
Sam: No seriously, you're wearing your vest.
Jane: No Sam, I'm not.
She slowly walks through the crowd. Sam covers phone a moment.
Sam: Damn it, come on! I want those units rolling on that address now!
Jane: Sam, do me a favor. Just keep talking.
Sam: Don't worry, Jane. I'm right here. I'm not leaving.
Jane: We don't let this guy get away this time, am I right?
Sam: I promise you, we'll get him.
Jane: Okay, Sam. I think it's time for me to run.
Sam: Don't talk about it, just do it. Run! Go! Go!
She runs. A bus bench surrounded by three walls of glass is shot missing her. People panic.
Sam: Shots fired! Move!
Sam: Jane! Jane!
Jane hides under a concrete bench. Her phone an arm reach away. She looks up at rooftops trying to spot Justin. Her cell phone rings. She debates whether to pick it up.
Sam: Come on, come on, Jane. Come on, pick it up.
She reaches for it. Scope view of Jane's phone, then it is shot. Justin cocks rifle to put another bullet in. Jane gets up and runs. He aims but can't take the shot. He hears sirens approach. He takes the rifle apart and puts it in the case. He stands and runs to head to the stairs and sees John standing on roof edge. He drops down to put gun together frantically. John comes up, pulls top part of rifle off, grabs Justin's shirt and moves him back.
Justin: Hey, I know you. I've seen you. You hunt criminals too, just like me.
John slams him on roof.
Tarzan/John: You hurt Jane.
Justin: Who? The cop? The cop, she was getting too involved, too close, okay? She was getting too close.
John drags him to the roof edge.
Justin: Look, you and me, we understand. We know how to do what's gotta be done.
John takes his waist pants and shoulder of shirt. Jane arrives.
Jane: John, don't.
John hesitates making eye contact with Jane, then shoves Justin to the ground. Sam rushes up.
Sam to Tarzan/John: There's about 2 thousand cops rushing up those stairs if you care.
Sam grabs Justin's shirt.
Sam: You're under arrest, you psyco.
Jane and John look at one another.
Jane: I don't want them to hurt you.
He goes and squats on rooftop edge. He turns to her. She steps forward.
Jane: John.
He jumps down. She turns and heads downstairs.
Night. Greystoke building. Richard enters. Donald paces nervously in one spot.
Richard: Donald. Richard Clayton. Sit.
He indicates a nearby chair as he moves to his desk and leans on it.
Richard: Sit.
Donald gets a hankerchief out and cleans the tips of his fingers nervously.
Donald: I'd like to go home, please.
Richard: You will, soon I promise. But I want to talk to you first. It's very important I understand you talked with Detective Porter.
Donald: The lady cop.
Richard: That's right. That's how we found you. Your apartment overlooks the rooftop where Michael Foster was killed. What did you see that night?
Donald: I saw the whole thing.
Richard: Then we should start at the beginning. Tell me everything
Night. Kathleen's place. Jane enters and hands her jacket to Mary.
Jane: Thank you.
Sees boxes and walks up to Kathleen who is sitting on the couch looking through an album.
Jane: Good evening, Mrs. Clayton.
Kathleen: Jane. Come in.
Jane: Are you moving?
Kathleen: Oh, no. That belongs to my brother, John's Father. I got it out of storage 'cause I thought John might be interested in looking at it.
Jane: How's it been with him here?
Kathleen: It's been an adjustment. I know he's been through a lot and you too.
Jane: What has he told you?
Kathleen: I think just about everything. I'm very sorry.
Jane: None of it was John's fault. Michael's death was an accident. And there's nothing anyone can do about that.
Kathleen: Well, John seems to want to do something about it. He wants you to be happy. He seems to care a great deal about you.
Jane: And a part of me f-
Makes eye contact with Kathleen.
Jane: It gets a little hard sometimes. Is he here?
Kathleen: He's upstairs.
Jane: Thank you.
Jane heads upstairs. Kathleen remains on couch. Jane turns the corner and sees an overgrown greenhouse. She steps in.
Jane: John.
She walks in and sees all the plantlife. She turns around.
Jane: John?
She takes a few more steps and finds him squatting on a ledge.
Jane: I came by to explain and to apologize.
He jumps to next level and hides partially behind some plants.
Jane: Um, sometimes, when things get confusing for me, I need rules to tell me what to do. But lately I found myself breaking rules I believe in and making up ones that I don't.
John jumps down lands in a squat, then stands in front of her.
Jane: I've been trying to explain right and wrong to you, but I think maybe you already know the difference.
A silence falls.
Jane: I should go.
She turns to leave. He takes her hand.
Tarzan/John: Jane.
She turns back to him. He takes her hand and brings it up to his mouth.
Jane: John, I can't.
He puts her hand flat on his chest. He leans in close.
Jane: I can't.
Her eyes water. He puts her hand on her chest. He wipes away a tear, then walks past her. She closes her eyes. When she opens them and turns around, he is gone. She walks out the balcony doors and looks up at the sky.
End of "Rules Of Engagement"