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Written by Ntando Dindili
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Episode 1: "Clean Sweep"
EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. STREETS - NIGHT
A sleek black car races through the misty streets of Washington D.C., its headlights cutting through the fog like a knife.
INT. BLACK CAR - NIGHT
Inside the car, JAMES MELEN sits in the backseat, his face illuminated only by the faint glow of a phone in his hand. He's cold, calculating, his eyes sharp, scanning the information. The name at the top of the document makes his pulse quicken:
"OPERATION CLEAN SWEEP"
His hand grips the phone tightly. This isn't just another mission. This is something far bigger, something that could destroy everything he's worked for, and worse—the lives of the people he's trusted.
The car screeches to a halt in front of an anonymous building, and James steps out into the shadows, disappearing into the night.
FLASHBACK - 24 HOURS EARLIER
INT. LENA'S HOUSE – MORNING
Sunlight filters through the kitchen window. GRACE pours coffee. MIA (10) rushes in with her backpack. LENA is multitasking — burnt toast, phone ringing, work blouse half-buttoned.
GRACE171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhIJgXI8TBA
Sleep in again? You can't keep doing double shifts like this.
LENA (lightly lying)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcHUEgoBmfp
Audit week. You know banks.
MIA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp2ahrMEmCT
Mom, look! I made this for your desk.
She hands Lena a small DIY craft, like a friendship bracelet she made herself. Lena swallows emotion. She hugs Mia tightly — too tightly.
LENA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvTp6YRb7e8
It's beautiful, Mia. Thank you.
Lena reaches into a small jewellery box on the table and pulls out a delicate necklace with a simple charm—a tiny silver heart. She kneels beside Mia and gently clasps the necklace around her daughter's neck.
LENA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNs49QCzW9y
This belonged to my mother. Now it's yours. Keep it close, always.
Mia touches the charm, looking up with wide eyes.
MIA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhNqLtBIMvj
I'll never take it off.
They share a quiet smile, a moment of peace and love.
EXT. STREET – DROP OFF
Lena kisses Mia goodbye at school. Mia waves from the gate. Grace drives off with the car. Lena watches a black sedan slowly pass behind her.
Paranoia? Or something real?
INT. OMNI HEADQUARTERS – MID-MORNING
This is no bank. Lena enters via biometric scan, walks past security into a sleek, sterile hallway. We pass signs like "Logistics – Level 4 Clearance Only" and "Financial Cover Ops – Internal Use."
She works behind a glass-walled office. Spreadsheets. Surveillance funding. Coded expenses. A co-worker whispers: "Did you hear about Oslo? Another one gone." She freezes.
INT. LENA'S OFFICE CUBICLE - DAY
LENA BROOKS, seated in her cubicle, types frantically into her computer. She's an analyst, tasked with sorting through hundreds of reports, tracking down potential threats. But today, there's something off.
As she sifts through data, a series of code words flash on her screen—something no one should be able to access. She leans forward, eyes narrowing. It's a cryptic message that catches her attention. She glances over her shoulder to make sure no one's watching. The words are clear, unmistakable:
"CLEAN SWEEP. TERMINATE ALL ASSETS. NO EXCEPTIONS."
Her heart races. This isn't part of any standard protocol. It's something far darker, a hidden order from the highest echelons of power. She knows what it means—agents, operatives, even allies, are going to be disposed of. And it includes James Melen. She's seen this kind of plan before—when an organization wants to erase its tracks, it cleans up everything. Including the agents who knew too much.
Lena grabs her phone, dialling James' number, voice trembling with urgency as she tries to get through to him, but the line cuts dead. She knows she's running out of time.
INT. SECURE STRATEGIC OPERATIONS ROOM – NIGHT
A vast, dimly lit room buried beneath an undisclosed location. A long metal table dominates the center, lit only by a single overhead strip light. Thick shadows obscure most of the faces.
At the head of the table sits THE COMMANDOR, a looming figure in a black suit. His face is veiled in shadow — unreadable, almost inhuman — backlit by a glowing digital wall map showing global surveillance data.
Around him sit four high-ranking officials:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZM2YyD8n9a
• VERONICA HALE, CIA Director — calm, steel-eyed, flipping through a thick classified folder with surgical precision.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1DlLBVkiV6
• SAMUEL RIGGS, FBI Director — posture tight, fingers drumming anxiously on the table.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIzo94zrtxK
• NATHAN BACKETT, National Security Advisor — silent, hands folded, eyes fixed on a blinking threat matrix.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhSRw0R5nGT
• GENERAL ABRAM, military commander — arms crossed, unimpressed, his medals catching brief glints of light.
An EMPTY CHAIR sits at the far end of the table. Its absence speaks louder than words.
In the shadows stands AGENT ARMITAGE, the executioner-in-waiting. Near him is AGENT WEST, the cleaner. Focused. Calm. Dangerous.
The Commandor places a gloved hand on the table, silencing the room.
COMMANDOR171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr9ojJAixeY
We've been compromised.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5pp2pW7JmS
(beat)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbwwJYsLsEA
There's no walking this back. Operation Clean Sweep goes live at midnight. Everyone connected to the project — agents, analysts, handlers — must be neutralized.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTgVH9XBwD8
(beat)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2RBi9Sip5A
Erase the past. No loose ends.
A moment of stillness. No one speaks, but tension vibrates in the silence. Then:
AGENT WEST171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJZhjQtgP1L
Sir... one complication. Lena Brooks. She's seen the Clean Sweep protocol.
COMMANDOR171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWwbS1dEelg
Handle her. Quietly.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWOseMCWpLM
(beat)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Wv72NJ968
Activate all dormant assets. Every cleaner, every ghost we burned into the system. Bring them online.
OPERATIVE #1 (from the shadows)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAsbKnQF2iI
Sir... that includes Tier-One analysts. Clearance level red.
COMMANDOR (coldly)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Kq1Yf7GHS
No exceptions. If they ever saw the plan, they die.
OPERATIVE #2171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwQl6DaSwjh
Execution protocols, sir?
COMMANDOR171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡExzOIfwIx0
Fast. Silent. Final.
GENERAL ABRAM (gruffly)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzO8hdSCFbr
This'll raise flags. Washington won't sit quietly.
COMMANDOR171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfBFx8zkL2F
They won't even know it happened.
RIGGS171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwnppbCNBx2
What about the off-grid targets?
COMMANDOR171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1gt8nHmf8W
We've got eyes everywhere. No one's off-grid anymore.
VERONICA HALE (without looking up)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMBn7S2U7se
We warned them. No attachments. No survivors.
The Commandor leans forward, his voice turning deadly calm.
COMMANDOR171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv4qevEX10U
History is rewritten by survivors. We make sure no one survives.
The camera lingers on Agent West. His eyes flicker with anticipation. No remorse. Just purpose.
INT. JAMES'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
James paces restlessly, scanning the muted news on TV. City lights bleed in through the window blinds. His instincts are screaming — something's wrong.
He checks his phone again. No new calls. He dials Lena. Straight to voicemail.
He's about to redial when—171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGT4vO2W8Ei
BUZZ. INCOMING CALL: LENA BROOKS
He answers instantly.
JAMES (into phone)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN8DGZeBoj6
Lena. Where the hell have you been?
LENA (V.O.)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP9adPhl813
James. Listen to me. Something's happening. They've activated Clean Sweep.
James freezes.
JAMES171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNhPRRLI5aN
Clean Sweep? That's not possible. That protocol was buried years ago.
LENA (V.O.)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ50RiLzEwq4
I thought so too. But it's live. I came across a file—buried deep—hidden behind a ghost redirect in an unrelated intel stream. I wasn't supposed to see it.
JAMES171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAYenVqTYPU
What kind of file?
LENA (V.O.)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhYPTAVvtPt
An internal directive. Short, redacted. But clear enough. The words "Activate Clean Sweep"... and a list of names.
James stiffens.
JAMES171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhizXdcxxTL
Who signed the order?
LENA (V.O.)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrlpm8RlZ60
That's the thing. It wasn't Voss.
JAMES171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkzKjqIEdi9
What?
LENA (V.O.)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPME5H2kIGx
The order came from someone called The Commander. No file trail, no ID match. Not even Voss's clearance could override it.
JAMES171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnRywEjUVIe
But Voss runs OMNI. You and I both report to him.
LENA (V.O.)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgWs5iwdhJc
Exactly. That's what terrifies me. If he didn't issue it, someone above him did. Or outside the chain entirely.
JAMES171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRrbPTaojlo
What about you? Are you on the list?
LENA (V.O.)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwbWwHiFqw
Not as far as I could see. But I don't know how deep the list goes. And I don't know why they're doing this, James.
JAMES171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJE8x2gXWVw
Where are you now?
LENA (V.O.)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgNGm8dADCD
No. Don't come looking. I can't run — I have a family. I've got Mia. Burn everything. Go dark. Now.
A sudden burst of static. A glitch in the signal. James grips the phone tighter.
JAMES171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIideMjHH1Y
Lena?
LENA (V.O.) (voice distorting)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCgTYldSzhY
They took control... Trust no one, James. Not even—
CLICK. The line goes dead.
James stands frozen, the dial tone buzzing in his ear. For the first time in years, he feels truly alone.
INT. DIMLY LIT ROOM - NIGHT
Agent West and Agent Armitage are preparing a grim task. The DIRECTOR speaks with cold precision.
COMMANDOR171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuj6jiWIUnb
James Melen is a liability. He's the one agent who knows too much. We cannot afford a loose end. His death must be public—an accident. Make it convincing. The world must believe he's gone. I'll leave nothing to chance. And Lena—do not underestimate her. She has seen the threat. If she tries to reach him again, terminate her too.
AGENT ARMITAGE171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3WFEI29Cj8
Understood, sir.
MONTAGE – CLEAN SWEEP IN MOTION
INT. SUBWAY STATION – NIGHT171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfRSO73LbH7
A man in a grey suit waits alone on a dim platform. A woman with a stroller passes by. Just as the train screeches in — a gloved hand shoves him onto the tracks. Screams. The killer blends into the panicked crowd.
INT. APARTMENT – WASHINGTON D.C. – NIGHT171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdyA73g8yDe
A former intelligence analyst in his 50s closes a file drawer, sipping whiskey. The place is modest but neat. Jazz hums from a vintage record player.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHJr9kVmDp2
A KNOCK at the door. He peers through the peephole—sees a DELIVERY MAN. He opens the door—171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCjSJeunu79
POW. A suppressed shot. Blood spatters the record spinning. The "delivery man" steps in calmly, closes the door behind him.
INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT – SAN FRANCISCO – NIGHT171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS7unWJWBNn
Dimly lit. A woman in a grey trench coat walks briskly toward her car, heels echoing. She fumbles for her keys.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrLm0str9Cy
VOICE (O.S.)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCYyWBDnQAa
You always said they'd come for us.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ11jbXhXJ3n
She freezes. Looks behind her. A SHADOW emerges—tall, suited. No badge, no name.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyqkKmgPrWD
WOMAN171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYSgQS4VBfc
We did what they asked.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNPpQkWa71x
MAN171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ10Tm4eRpfR
And now they're tying loose ends.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhUwjzUvqPC
TWO SHOTS. She drops. The man walks past, disappears into the shadows.
INT. CAFE – BERLIN – NIGHT171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxkgTupocGU
An old man types on a laptop in a corner booth, glancing occasionally out the window. He has that trained awareness. A WAITRESS refills his cup. She's too polite. Too calm. He squints.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX3nSmOtLhJ
OLD MAN171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdyVS2cmFKK
Langley didn't send you, did they?171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZQKawMk8YM
She leans in, her voice cold:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLjfpkSrbZm
WAITRESS171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxbfT8kBVcH
No. OMNI did.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY2b5srSqso
She stabs him under the table. No scream. Just his cup tipping over, coffee spilling across the table as he slumps.
EXT. MOTEL – ARIZONA DESERT – NIGHT171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3xHis1canM
A dusty parking lot. A man in his 40s, sunglasses at night, checks in at a shady motel. He tosses a duffel on the bed and opens a mini-fridge. The air conditioner hums. Suddenly — the bulb above him flickers and dies.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5kYXEk4u61
CRASH. The window shatters — two masked figures burst in.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjGV0JSU3zO
MAN (yelling)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx1y30guuDJ
Wait! I'm not even on the grid anymore!171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5qhLknk5cK
No answer. They open fire. A quick, brutal exit. Silence.
INT. SUBWAY – LONDON – NIGHT171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR4ykktOVqw
Crowded. A former field tech clutches a worn briefcase. Looks like just another commuter. Two men in suits board the train at separate doors. They don't acknowledge each other. The tech notices. His eyes dart. Too late. One of the suits brushes past and slips a needle into his side. His eyes roll back. He slumps in his seat — looks like a heart attack. The train keeps moving. The suits exit at the next stop.
EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
A slick, black SUV tails a silver performance sedan at a cautious distance.
INT. SILVER SEDAN (MOVING) - NIGHT
JAMES MELEN drives with quiet intensity, eyes occasionally flicking to the rearview mirror. He notices the SUV behind him. No sudden reaction. Just a subtle tension building. He knew this moment was coming.
James passes a highway sign: "Last Gas for 50 Miles." He veers off.
EXT. ROADSIDE GAS STATION - NIGHT
The SUV parks at a nearby diner across the road. One AGENT stays inside, eyes on James.
James steps out of the car, calm and composed, walking into the gas station convenience store.
INT. GAS STATION STORE – NIGHT
The bell above the door chimes softly as James Melen steps inside. The fluorescent lights hum overhead. A bored CASHIER barely looks up from his phone.
James scans the aisles quickly — calm, deliberate. He makes his way down the back row, eyes skimming over dusty shelves until he spots what he needs:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4LMAfGZeoD
A folding utility knife in a plastic pack.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbrMn96yX5X
A pair of steel pliers, hanging beside it.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡslbNfRnQ3N
He grabs both without hesitation.
James grabs water and glances at the surveillance camera above. He notices it's unplugged. A chill runs through him.
Then he approaches the front counter, laying the items down.
JAMES (quietly, to the cashier)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Rqe7hFfT8
Mind if I use your bathroom?
The cashier shrugs, uninterested, and jerks a thumb toward the back.
CASHIER171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Xm0wJuTCz
Key's in the door. Just don't break nothing.
James nods. Takes the items, still unpaid, and walks toward the restroom.
EXT. GAS STATION - NIGHT
While James is inside, a second agent steps out of the SUV with a sleek black case. Moving fast. He crouches near the undercarriage of James's car — plants a device. Magnetic. Clean. Military-grade. He taps a remote: "ARMED - GPS TRIGGERED."
INT. SILVER SEDAN - NIGHT
James returns, starts the engine. A beat. He eyes the rearview again. The SUV doesn't move. He drives off.
EXT. MOUNTAIN BRIDGE - NIGHT
James speeds along the isolated bridge. Wind howls. Ocean below.
In the shadowy SUV parked far off-road, the agent taps the remote: "DET - INITIATED."
EXT. BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS
BOOM.
A fiery explosion tears through the bridge. The car flips, flames bursting into the night sky. Wreckage plummets over the edge into the water below.
INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS – BRIEFING ROOM – DAY
A digital map of Washington D.C. glows on the screen. Photos of the car explosion, along with other recent crime scene images, flash in a slideshow. AGENT MAYA JENNINGS (sharp, observant), AGENT TYLER (charming but green), and AGENT DALE (40s, cynical, tired) sit among other agents and analysts.
At the front, a SENIOR ANALYST addresses the room.
SENIOR ANALYST171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNrR63szCtv
Early this morning, a vehicle explosion was reported on the outskirts of D.C. The car was registered to James Melen, former D.O.D. intelligence advisor. Wreckage was total—whatever happened, it was fast and violent.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrJnXGFxF2k
(on screen: charred remains of the vehicle)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDRDagcSCct
We managed to recover a fragment of DNA. Preliminary results point to a positive match—James Melen.
AGENT TYLER (murmuring to Maya)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjnZ2UfVyTD
A guy like that dies in a fireball and it's ruled an accident? That's either bad luck or—
AGENT DALE (interrupting)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡevDMfVnibX
—or karma. Maybe he pissed off the wrong ex-wife.
Light laughter ripples through the room. The mood remains casual despite the grim details.
SENIOR ANALYST171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpmwethaSri
We're logging it as a high-speed crash followed by detonation—likely mechanical failure or road hazard. No foul play… officially.
AGENT MAYA (frowning)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw9qzPSIEGX
That's the third "accident" in two weeks. That NSA tech in Baltimore. The contract courier in Virginia. Now this?
AGENT TYLER171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYsPGW9YAhQ
You think they're connected?
Dale shrugs, already checking his phone, uninterested.
AGENT DALE171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8oiQVWsrGN
People die. Sometimes they just die.
Maya isn't convinced. She leans forward, eyes scanning the screen. Behind her, Tyler watches her with interest—partly in her theory, mostly in her.
SENIOR ANALYST171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg9je2SOEa9
Anyway, it's done. File it. Move on. Unless someone has any objections?
No one speaks—
INT. LENA'S APARTMENT - DAY
LENA sits in her apartment, her eyes glued to the news on the television. The report comes through, detailing the explosion. The wreckage is so extensive, there's barely any sign that a car ever existed. A body was found, but it was reduced to ash, unrecognizable. The DNA test confirms it: James Melen is dead.
Lena's hand trembles as she reaches for her phone, trying to get in touch with him. There's no response. Her mind races, searching for answers. She knows the truth—they couldn't have gotten to him so easily. There's something off about this entire story. James was always one step ahead, a man who couldn't be taken down by something as simple as a car accident.
But the news is clear. The public believes it, the authorities believe it, even the highest levels of OMNI believe it. James is dead. The organization has erased him, made sure there's no trace of him left to follow.
But Lena, with her keen intuition and intimate knowledge of the agency, won't allow herself to fall into that belief so easily. She runs her hand through her hair, pacing the room. There's a strange sense of urgency creeping into her chest. James wouldn't go down without a fight. But how did they make it so convincing? No body, just ashes...
She feels the weight of the moment settle around her. They killed him, but why? What do they want from her? She tries to push away the sinking feeling in her stomach—if they got to him, could she be next?
INT. LENA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Despite her panic, Lena tries to calm herself. The news report keeps replaying in her mind. She knows something isn't right. OMNI had killed their own agents before, but this was different. This felt more like a warning.
She thinks about the document she found—Clean Sweep. The order to kill everyone, including James. It was meant to be a quiet purge, but this was something bigger. She shudders as she realizes the depth of the betrayal.
Still, Lena doesn't think they would come for her. Not yet. She hasn't been exposed—no one knows she saw the document. Or at least, she thinks they don't. She's been careful, keeping her head low.
But the nagging feeling in her gut won't go away.
Unaware that her every move is being watched, Lena settles in for the night, but sleep won't come. The echo of James's absence hangs heavy in the air, as does the growing suspicion that the agency will come for her next.
Scene 2: The Poisoned Thread
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET – DAY
Birds chirp in a quiet Washington D.C. suburb. The camera sweeps across a row of townhouses. A lawn sprinkler spins. Somewhere down the block, a neighbour waves.
NEIGHBOR (MRS. KAPLAN)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ9W4AVbVgl
Morning, Lena! That your little sunshine?
LENA BROOKS (smiling, holding Mia's hand)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCRYagEQvYt
Sure is. Say hi to Mrs. Kaplan, Mia.
MIA (10)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw8ipTA9Iwv
Hi, Mrs. K!
MRS. KAPLAN171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOrOQGeJwUn
She's getting so big! You ladies off to the mall?
LENA'S MOTHER (GRACE BROOKS)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRBtjKm48jx
Girls' day out. Shopping, then some lunch. Nothing fancy.
MRS. KAPLAN171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvVVpLMrVu8
You deserve it. Haven't seen you smile in a while, Lena.
LENA (pauses, then smiles)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡErhzJIdtQG
Trying to change that.
They walk toward the car. Lena hesitates at the door. She turns and looks back at her house — just a flicker of unease. She shrugs it off.
INT. CIA VAN – MOVING – DAY
Inside a van disguised as a plumbing service vehicle, two men sit quietly. One is young, cold-eyed, holding a syringe laced with poison. The other, an older analyst, sits in front of a laptop connected to satellite surveillance. A headset rests in his ears.
OMNI ANALYST (VIA COMMS)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg60Sdue29H
Status check?
FIELD AGENT (CODY RENNER)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEeCcRHY3zs
Visual acquired. Target entering shopping plaza with mother and child. Confirmed location: Willow Creek Plaza.
OMNI ANALYST (VOICE ONLY)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRwnlAgiQ5N
You sure she didn't sniff you out?
CODY RENNER (chuckles)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTAt6CSbDGf
She's out the game. Civilian now. Orders from Langley?
OMNI ANALYST171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH68d8luKiJ
Director said clean. No mess. No gunfire. Just... gone.
CODY RENNER171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXLjYxHDTcF
Understood.
INT. WILLOW CREEK PLAZA – CLOTHING STORE – DAY
Mia twirls in front of a mirror in a little pink dress. GRACE sits watching, sipping coffee. LENA walks out of the changing room in jeans and a blazer.
GRACE BROOKS171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLyou4ZRngt
Now that's my girl. You used to dress like that in college before you went... wherever you went.
LENA (smirking)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNhiGZ6IqOb
Wherever, huh?
MIA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDuJqG4Wu4v
Mommy, you look like the lady from the spy movie!
LENA (laughs nervously)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8YmubpZH6O
No spies here, baby.
Her eyes flick toward a man outside the store, watching with sunglasses. Just a guy. Or so it seems. She shakes it off.
EXT. WILLOW CREEK RESTAURANT PATIO – LATER
A sunny open-air café. Music plays faintly. Laughter. Waiters rush past tables. CODY RENNER sits two tables away, wearing sunglasses and reading a menu. Lena, Grace, and Mia are seated, halfway through their meal. Cody waits for his moment.
WAITER171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGc24g0P0Zs
Another round of drinks, ladies?
GRACE171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC2cgIEwWrC
Oh, why not. Celebrating my daughter actually relaxing.
LENA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmYTzK92M9U
Make mine light—just soda, please.
CODY (to waiter, calmly)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcxZIUh4JuD
I'll get theirs. Put it on my tab.
WAITER171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAWaVUslkc4
Very kind of you, sir.
As the waiter walks back, Cody slips something from his sleeve into Lena's drink unnoticed. The OMNI analyst watches via a tiny drone feed.
OMNI ANALYST (V.O.)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoseNtpoIRs
Done?
CODY RENNER171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfwEvWweJMh
Delivery successful. T-minus ten minutes.
OMNI ANALYST171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnlT5HENjNm
You're good at this, Cody. You should've been OMNI.
CODY (flat)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA8nLHpG1Pm
I don't kill friends.
INT. RESTAURANT – TEN MINUTES LATER
Lena suddenly stops mid-laugh. Her hand trembles around her fork. She tries to smile, tries to speak, but a wave of dizziness crashes down. She leans into the table.
LENA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTgoH6E3p2X
Mom… I—something's wrong…
GRACE BROOKS171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcbnX9Ewp7g
Lena?
MIA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs5R02yfyQB
Mommy?
Lena clutches her chest, gasping. Her glass topples over. Patrons begin to notice. Grace shouts, panicked.
GRACE BROOKS171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP2uPyH1o6S
Somebody help! Call an ambulance!
Cody stands, silently slips away in the chaos. No one notices him vanish into the crowd.
INT. HOSPITAL – EMERGENCY ROOM – NIGHT
Machines beep. Lena lies unconscious in the hospital bed, pale and still. Tubes and IVs feed into her arm. Her lips are dry, her breathing shallow. Grace holds Mia in her lap.
GRACE BROOKS (whispering, terrified)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVCLlTa7R95
You're gonna be okay, Lena. You hear me? You have to be…
Mia clutches her mother's hand tightly.
MIA (whispers)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQgbeXkzNwG
I love you, Mommy…
INT. CIA OFFICE – PRIVATE ROOM – NIGHT
The OMNI analyst leans back in his chair, watching hospital footage.
OMNI ANALYST (muttering to himself)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj0jDijN93s
Didn't finish the job...
A dark figure enters the room silently. The OMNI analyst stiffens.
FIGURE (THE DIRECTOR)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQueNva1vwr
She can't live. OMNI doesn't leave shadows.
OMNI ANALYST171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzIUNwBpzPG
Understood.
Scene 3: The Quiet Goodbye
INT. HOSPITAL – ICU ROOM – NIGHT
Rain hits the windows as machines beep steadily. Monitors glow softly. Lena lies motionless, pale, sweat on her forehead. Her lips twitch. She stirs. Slowly, her eyes flutter open.
She blinks once. Twice.
LENA (weakly)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM7gEdKArL6
Mom…?
Beside her, GRACE BROOKS jerks awake in the chair, clutching Mia, who is curled on her lap.
GRACE BROOKS171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM5Umfm1Opj
Lena! Baby, you're awake!
Mia stirs and sits up, rubbing her eyes.
MIA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEwEPma9moc
Mommy!?
Lena smiles faintly, eyes scanning the room. Her hand trembles as she reaches out. Grace holds it tightly.
INT. HOSPITAL – NURSE'S STATION – SAME TIME
A young NURSE checks Lena's vitals on a monitor. She frowns.
NURSE171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKXcIdO5zqD
That's odd… Her heart rate's spiking again.
A male DOCTOR approaches, concerned.
DOCTOR171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQMMIQsgqH4
Vitals look like a toxin is still active… but we flushed everything.
Just then, the screen glitches. It flickers. Numbers adjust on their own — but subtly. No alarms.
DOCTOR (confused)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbU1BCadoZN
Are these machines synced? They shouldn't—wait, check the T34 infusion rates on her IV.
NURSE171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX9EwzBqFQr
Already on it.
INT. CIA BACKROOM – NIGHT
A dark room lit by monitors. The OMNI ANALYST types rapidly, lines of code dancing across his screen. He hacks into the hospital network, overriding a Baxter Sigma Spectrum IV Pump remotely.
OMNI ANALYST (under breath)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaNPxPaSE9G
Let's see how long your luck lasts, Lena Brooks.
INT. HOSPITAL – ICU ROOM
Lena's breathing grows heavier. She closes her eyes. The beeping accelerates. Sweat beads her brow again. She opens her eyes suddenly—remembering.
FLASHBACK – CLOTHING STORE – HOURS EARLIER171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgEdgjsrrzH
The man by the sunglasses stand. Black glasses. Slight smirk. A second too long staring.
BACK TO PRESENT
LENA (softly)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu7xXwEQPJp
It was him. They know. They sent him...
GRACE BROOKS171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC7FGp8zLTT
What are you saying, honey?
LENA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡihBfCirGk6
It was them, Mom.
She squeezes her mother's hand weakly.
LENA (cont'd)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt54n1LL2rl
They won't stop.
INT. HOSPITAL – HALLWAY – NIGHT
A DOCTOR whispers with a NURSE.
DOCTOR171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbzDNhSC8au
Her condition's declining. Fast. The toxin's synthetic… we can't identify it. It's like her body's shutting down slowly on command.
NURSE171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8MMcTde1UM
There's no antidote?
DOCTOR171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxMNslLDeSC
Not for something we can't even trace.
INT. ICU ROOM – LATER
Lena's voice is soft now, fading, but steady with purpose. She's on the phone, one by one, calling people she loves.
LENA (on phone)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrylkmPfVrg
Dad… I'm sorry I left the way I did. I just wanted to protect you. I love you. Always have.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpXjYIHJFnK
(beat)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdsJ6FieYPU
Tell Ryan… tell him to raise his boys bold.
Next call.
LENA (on phone)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuWEz1IX293
Angela… my best friend. I wish I'd told you what I really did. You always knew, didn't you? Always said I had secrets. I did. But you… you were my anchor.
She ends the call and turns to her daughter, barely holding her eyes open. Mia holds her mother's hand, sobbing.
MIA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxE8SNBotQN
You're gonna be okay, right? You said you'd take me to the beach… remember? Just us. Who's gonna take care of me if you go?
LENA (smiling through tears)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5BU6kcfzt5
Grandma will… and I'll always be here with you, baby. Always.
Mia sniffles hard, burying her face into her mom's shoulder.
LENA (whispering)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR9mn9h5GxY
Don't worry... someone will watch over you.
FLASHBACK – LENA'S MEMORY: "THE BREAK ROOM"
INT. CIA BLACKSITE – BREAK ROOM – NIGHT
Dim, sterile lighting. A clock ticks. Vending machines hum. The kind of place that never feels fully alive — even when people are in it.
A group of tired field workers — a mix of analysts and ops — sit around a metal table. LENA BROOKS (early 30s) sips bad coffee, legs crossed on the chair. AGENT PATEL, QUINN, and MCNALLY eat quietly from takeout boxes.
There's laughter, but it's hollow — the kind people use to mask the exhaustion.
PATEL171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ5A59IP744
You know what's crazy? One of these missions — boom. We don't come back. Just like that.
QUINN171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXGBsEaAJ46
Yeah. "Service acknowledged. Flag folded. Move on."
MCNALLY (scoffing)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP9NqHjaVWa
I don't even have anyone to give the flag to.
LENA (low, honest)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡixairZJrpm
I think about it all the time. (leaves swirl in her coffee) Not the dying part. But… leaving people behind. My mom. My sister. What would they even be told?
They all go quiet.
QUINN (quietly)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZocwaqNJeS
What about you, Lena? What scares you most?
Lena leans back. Takes a breath.
LENA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWGRBdqxE0K
Not being able to say goodbye.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEoOlOkkIhd
(beat)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPUtsWk5nxX
Not knowing what they'll remember. If they'll even understand why I did all this.
She looks over — across the room, near the vending machines. JAMES MELEN (late 30s) sits alone, cleaning a sidearm, quietly listening. He's not part of the group — but he's always there. Like a shadow that can bleed.
LENA (calling out)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNnTzgdV0R5
What about you, James?
He doesn't respond.
LENA (CONT'D)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3PZ6MopsiB
You scared of dying?
The group turns to look at him. He pauses, finishing what he's doing.
Finally:
JAMES171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡum1STmK5qV
Death's not a surprise to people like us. It doesn't knock. It waits. Every room. Every breath.
The room is completely still.
JAMES (CONT'D)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCFulvQ9EEl
I don't think about fear anymore. Just... the day it comes. Like it always will.
He holsters the weapon, stands.
LENA (softly)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMxusMhSdBa
That sounds… lonely.
JAMES171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsgScnVgN3z
Maybe it is.
He walks out. No anger. No drama. Just silence trailing him like a ghost.
The others stare after him. No one speaks.
FLASHBACK ENDS.
INT. HOSPITAL – NIGHTFALL
Hours pass. The room grows quieter. Beeping slows. Grace clutches Lena's hand. Mia sleeps at the foot of the bed, arms around her mom's leg.
GRACE BROOKS (tearful prayer)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGf01fgvD4X
Please, God. Don't take her. Not like this.
A NURSE enters slowly, eyes cast down. The DOCTOR follows, clipboard in hand.
DOCTOR (softly)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzH7UBqH70s
We did everything we could.
The heart monitor flatlines. One long tone echoes through the room.
GRACE BROOKS (sobbing)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7lbrGO2PTD
No... no, please...
Mia wakes up, sensing the shift. She looks at her mom. Then at the monitor.
MIA (crying hard)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGHYUyrlSjX
No! Mommy! Wake up! Mommy, don't go! Don't go!
GRACE (holding her close)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡplLc68p3gJ
Shhh… shhh, baby… I'm here. I'm here.
INT. CIA MONITOR ROOM – SAME TIME
The OMNI ANALYST leans back as the feed goes dark. He presses a key, encrypting the log and wipes the trace.
OMNI ANALYST171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh1GhNUBkTO
She's off the board.
Scene 4: The Funeral
EXT. CEMETERY – MIDDAY – CLOUDY
A cold breeze whispers through the oak trees. The sky is grey but holding back rain. Rows of people dressed in black gather quietly. Chairs set before a fresh grave. The casket sits in place, draped in white lilies and a framed photo of LENA BROOKS, smiling brightly — alive, strong, unaware of her fate.
Muted murmurs float around the crowd. Some hold tissues. Others lean on one another.
NEIGHBOUR #1 (MRS. K, early 60s)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDKG2WhR2FW
Such a sweet girl… always helped me with my groceries.
NEIGHBOUR #2171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUIuN6G12D9
And her little one... poor thing. Buried her mother before her first school dance.
PRIEST (V.O.) (gently)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1SCOYeYRsY
We are gathered here today to lay to rest our beloved Lena Brooks — a daughter, a mother, a friend. Gone too soon, but never forgotten.
INT. FUNERAL CROWD – AMONG THE MOURNERS
GRACE BROOKS stands by her granddaughter, MIA, tightly holding her hand. Her jaw clenched. Her eyes tired.
Murmurs rise as a man walks in quietly, standing near the back.
MRS. K (whispering to Grace)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgzs6THiTsT
Is that… her father?
Grace stiffens. Her eyes follow the man — ROBERT BROOKS, mid-50s, leather coat, sunglasses, clean-shaven but aged from years of silence. Grace's lips press into a thin, bitter line.
GRACE BROOKS (cold)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0TYwGkunBx
He has no right to be here.
Robert steps forward. Nods politely to someone. A friend of Lena's — ANGELA, a woman in her 30s — approaches him cautiously.
ANGELA (soft)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBlHFYqRi5G
You're Lena's dad?
ROBERT (measured, unreadable)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmlUiuVShkF
I am. Robert. I… didn't know until it was too late.
ANGELA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKmbU1C58sv
She called me that night. Said she had secrets... sounded scared. Then this.
ROBERT (quietly, dismissive)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPGhKdMG7v4
Some things are better left buried.
Angela frowns. Grace watches them, protective.
EXT. FUNERAL SERVICE – LATER
The priest steps aside. People begin stepping forward to place flowers by the casket. Angela. Mrs. K. A quiet line of friends.
Then two men, lingering on the edges — in plain black suits. Not mourning. Watching.
INT. A FEW FEET AWAY – WHISPERED CONVERSATION
CIA ANALYST (WOMAN, mid-30s)(Amara)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1S1MsSt7Sr
Why are we even here? She was just a mother, right?, what did she do?
OMNI ANALYST (cruel, smug)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqnBtmuzNFP
She was a liability.
CIA ANALYST171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡViRNlKs624
and you killed her?
OMNI ANALYST (with finality)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhuQJJHjis0
Clean sweep.
CIA ANALYST (curious)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPmoyOp2MOS
Clean sweep for what? who are you people?
He looks at her. Sharp. Cold.
OMNI ANALYST171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiDOb5Ggk6H
It's best you stop asking questions. You won't like the answers.
She falls silent. Swallows hard.
EXT. CEMETERY – AFTER SERVICE
Mia is standing near the casket, eyes distant. She tugs at Grace's hand.
MIA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc1LubfZ28y
Grandma… who is that?
Grace follows her gaze. Far off, beyond the others, stands a figure in black clothes, black sunglasses, and a long coat. Still. Watching the funeral. But distant. Unmoving.
GRACE BROOKS (squinting)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJlOkNb9KPG
Where?
Mia points again — but the figure is gone.
MIA171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCFQQtNp4nc
He was there... watching. Why didn't he come close?
GRACE BROOKS (kneeling, gently wiping her tears)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuGBS4D8K2H
Sometimes… our hearts make us see things we want, baby. Your mommy's gone. You're just missing her.
MIA (quietly)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB4nNoARIM4
No. I saw him.
EXT. CEMETERY – LATER THAT EVENING
Everyone has gone. The wind has picked up. Fallen petals scatter on the ground. The casket now buried, earth fresh over the grave.
A shadow steps forward from behind a tree.
The same black coat.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWWCVdfvRiV
Same sunglasses.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvHerESwcm8
Hands trembling slightly, holding a single white flower.
He kneels before the tombstone:
LENA BROOKS171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrSzRYhvMPn
1989 – 2025171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYslOTj87RH
Beloved Daughter, Brave Mother, Fierce Soul
The man places the flower gently on the grave.
MAN (softly)171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXfzQbbqEsY
It didn't have to be like this, Lena…171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1DGb1B0tlE
I'm sorry.
As he stands and turns to leave, the camera slowly pulls in on the back of his neck, where the collar dips — revealing a distinctive tattoo: a hawk and blade, the same ink we saw on James Melen in the opening scene. Personal. Marked. Unmistakable. …
JAMES MELEN.
He disappears into the woods beyond the graveyard.
[END OF EPISODE 1]
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and then Add to home screen.