End Game

Synopsis: A secret Service agent and a news reporter investigate the conspiracy behind the assassination of the President.
Genre: Action, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Andy Cheng
Production: First Look International
  1 win.
93 min

Great day to watch a game.

But first things first.

More important things to do.

Thomas to Stevens.

ETA 1700.

Thank you.

The Cherokees and the Mammoths

with the right to go on to the playoffs.

And their biggest fan, President Harmon,

who hasn't missed a game all season...

is not here today. Can you believe it?

It's true, Dave. But for a good reason.

Instead he's attending

the National Merit Awards...

at Arlington University.

And I got a feeling that somehow

he's gonna get to a radio or television.

- There's no way he's gonna miss this one.

- You're absolutely right, Ernie.

And I believe that we are set now

for the kickoff...

and you are about to see it live.

So, Alex...

- who won the last game?

- I did, Mr. President.

That makes three in a row?

- Yeah. Honey?

- Oh, yes.

It's too bad

that this speech had to be today...

since it's the last home game

you could officially see as President.

But they're gonna be

a lot more fun to watch...

when I don't have to run a country

at the same time.

Oh, boy, state dinners every night

do get a bit old.

I can hardly wait to curl up on the couch

with a box of Krispy Kremes.


- Thank you, Mr. President.

- You're welcome.

Okay. The other side, ma'am.

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

And here's Mr. Stevens.

Stevens! Mr. Stevens!

Okay, thanks.

Excuse me.

The President has decided to spend

a few minutes with you upon his arrival.

And he should be here shortly.

Mr. Stevens, is the President

backing the Vice President?

Mr. Stevens, can you tell us about security?

We're on approach.

Excuse me.


Get Air Med over here!

Get Air Med over here, now!

We're en route to your location

with the President of the United States.

He has a gunshot wound to the head,

one entry wound.

Patient is trauma-coded.

We have a large-bore IV running wide open.

ETA is in five minutes.

I'm just gonna go to the closest hospital.

I guess that's where they're gonna take him.

All right.

And let me know if you need anything.

Okay, thanks.

I'll call you as soon as I have something.

There they are. Let's go.

Hurry up. This way.

- Secured.

- Locking.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You have an open wound. You're not sterile.

I can't leave his side. He's my responsibility.

In here, he's my responsibility.

Nurse, take him to the ER.

I'll be with him all the way through.

You're a lucky man. X-ray looks good.

No broken bones.

Take it easy on the hand for a few weeks.

You'll be fine.

Feels like forever.

- How's the hand?

- Fine, thank you, ma'am.


You were there.

How was he?

Alex, please talk to me.

It didn't look good.

I need a minute to myself.


- would you please inform the press?

- Of course.

Thank you.

Ma'am, I'm sorry for your loss.

If you need a few private moments

with him...

I don't want to see him like that.

Special Agent Thomas?

Hi, I'm Kate Crawford

from the Washington Inlander.

I know who you are.

Then talk to me. You might need a friend.

Let's go.

- Hey.

- Hi.

How did you get into his army records?

Never mind. I don't want to know.

Your sources,

have they given you anything?

Well, the Secret Service had him on file

as a Class Three threat case.

Crank letter writer.

Then how the hell did he get

anywhere near the President?

Because they don't assign agents

to high-level threat cases...

unless they live in the immediate area.

Detimore's not from here.

So you don't know anything

that anybody else doesn't know.

Bite me, Peter. The guy's a ghost.

He has no bank statements,

he has no credit records.

He paid his rent in cash.

And, oddly enough,

his personal history's been erased...

since he left the army in '92.

I'm gonna go back to the campus.

See if I can talk to anyone

who saw him yesterday.

Get a different take on it.

Fine, but I want daily reports.

Not your usual out-of-contact-for-weeks.

You know, an e-mail would also

work for me.

It's not gonna last forever, you know?

Don't worry about it, Bri.

I understand procedure.

To be honest with you...

I could use the time

to get my head on straight...

think things through.

Hey, hey, cut yourself some slack, man.

We've gone over every second of that day.

You did everything by the book.

Stevens was looking for you earlier.

Listen. If you need anything, call me.


Come in.

I heard you were looking for me, sir?

Agent Thomas,

I know you're required to take time off.

But keep in touch,

because when all this clears...

- I'm gonna need you back.

- Yes, sir.

And do not blame yourself

for what happened.

It wouldn't have changed direction

if it didn't go through my hand first, sir.

Now, listen.

You took a bullet for the man.

Nobody can ask for more than that.

Yes, sir.

Please stop at that area, but just stay back.

Thank you.

- That's far enough.

- All right. Okay.

Don't mind him.

He's always out here begging.

He won't bother you.

Okay. Thanks.

Excuse me?


- May I talk with you for a minute?

- Arthur Fuller's the name.

My friends call me Shakey.

My name's Kate.

- Cool kicks, Shakey.

- Zip-a-dee-doo.

It's a look.

Were you here

when the President was assassinated?


Bad scene.

Did you see the shooter here, that day?


Not around here.

Wait, wait. Sorry?

When you say

that you didn't see him around here...

do you mean

that you haven't seen him at all...

or that you've seen him somewhere else?

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Submitted on August 05, 2018

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