Officer Down Page #2

- No. What's up?

I just got into

a little fender bender.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Hey, I lost the guy's

business card, though.

You got a name?

His name was Sergei Dronov.

Hold on. What? Say it again.

Sergei Dronov.

Dronov. D-R-O-N-O-V, I think.

Yeah, I got it.

I got an address.

It's 423 Gladstone.

Phone number also.

You want it?

SERGEI:

I didn't even tell my wife

about what happened that night.

(DOOR CLATTERING)

(DOG BARKING)

SERGEI:

My daughter Zhanna...

I found this journal when I

was cleaning out her apartment.

Will you help me?

(ZHANNA'S VOICE OVERLAPPING)

I've got to get a job.

The scholarship isn't enough

to support me. Feeling of loneliness.

This is the third time a teacher

asked me why I don't have an accent.

Just because I have

a weird Russian name.

I came here when I was two.

Can't say hello in Russian.

This was the worst date ever.

I have to do better

for Mom and Dad's sake.

These men...

the correct word is these "boys."

I'm such an idiot.

All of us, so young.

They sacrificed everything for me

to have a better life.

Some even younger than me.

What am I thinking?

I want to tell them

to save themselves.

I was not happy about.

Get out.

My mom wouldn't stop crying.

Began writing a paper

for my social

anthropology class.

The assignment was to analyze

a cultural ritual.

I picked a safe topic...

funerals.

But if I had any guts,

I would have written about

how I pay for school.

I take off my clothes for money.

Walking through the curtain

for the first time

was the hardest thing

I've ever done.

The closer I got,

the more I wanted to turn

and never stop running.

P.A.:
For the first time

on our stage,

introducing the beautiful Roxy.

Hey, honey.

Hi, Dad.

I'm making you breakfast.

Can I have cereal?

No. That's just sugar.

You always eat cereal.

Today we're going

to have some eggs... protein.

- Hello.

- Whoa.

- Good morning, honey.

- Trying to bulk me up?

No, I want you to sit down.

Sit down.

I'm making my two gals

breakfast today.

Your eggs are coming right up.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)

Three shots in the chest.

Stumbled here to bleed out.

ZHANNA:
I see nothing but anger

in so many eyes.

I wonder how they treat

their women in their lives

as I let my thoughts drift

to someplace peaceful

and far away.

Still, they're not all bad.

Some are just lonely

and want nothing more

than a smile,

someone to recognize

that they exist.

(DOOR CLATTERS)

(SIGHS)

Hey.

Hey.

Mom had to run some errands.

You got me today.

- How was school?

- Boring.

- Boring?

- Yeah. Isn't that what it usually is?

I don't know

what school was like

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