Militia Page #3

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OLSEN:

What do you know?

Every word from Hubbel sounds like gravel being raked.

HUBBEL:

Guy walked out of the woods. Opened

fire on a funeral with an AR-15.

Their faces drop.

OLSEN:

What?

HUBBEL:

An AR-15 assault rifle. Body Armor.

Grenades. Flashbangs. IED's planted

on the surrounding headstones.

Military grade everything.

MORRIS:

Lot of firepower for a bunch of

mourners.

7.

GANNON:

We confident on the AR-15 part?

HUBBEL:

Heard it on the news.

BECKMANN:

I don't think the news knows AR-15's

off the rack are semi-auto. The

gunfire was automatic. I heard it.

GANNON:

Then it's safe to assume you heard a

modified AR-15.

BECKMANN:

Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but

aren't...

(motions to the room)

we the only ones who have those?

Beat. Gannon stays focused on the DOOR as the others bicker...

OLSEN:

AR's are legal. Auto kits are

gettable. Doesn't mean anythi-

HUBBEL:

--Wasn't just a funeral either.

(beat)

Was a cop's.

Every man in the room feels that information like an

earthquake. Gannon turns to Hubbel. His attention focused.

GANNON:

What?

HUBBEL:

Cop funeral. Cops in attendance.

OLSEN:

They know what the losses are?

HUBBEL:

IED shrapnel took out most of them.

More departing at Saint Joseph's.

Gannon blinks like he can no longer distinguish nightmare

from reality. His hand SHAKES as he takes out his PHONE...

OLSEN:

This boring you, Gannon?

Gannon's eyes rise up. The men STARE at him...

8.

The DOOR opens, without the exterior light turning on. Gannon

looks...KEATING(26). Sinewy. Big eyes. No words out of him...

OLSEN (CONT'D)

You hear anything, Keating?

No reaction. We're not sure if Keating's deaf, mute, or dumb.

MORRIS:

Let's not waste time waiting for

'Chief' to have his first words.

The windows LIGHT up. Gannon looks to the door. No movement.

The militia men stare at the lit exterior windows. Waiting...

The door CREAKS open. NOAH(29). Thin. Shaken. Long dirty

hair combed to the side.

Gannon stares at him. Trying to hide the relief in his eyes,

the world taken off his shoulders. We hear him BREATHE for

the first time. Gannon NODS at Noah. Noah NODS back...

OLSEN:

You look like sh*t.

Noah speaks, uncertain of every word he says.

NOAH:

(checks himself)

Sorry. But, um, they...they're sayin'

the shooter on the cop funeral was,

was a militia man.

The air sucks out of the room. Gannon's eyes shut almost

like he was waiting for it. Disappointed by the inevitable.

OLSEN:

And how the f*** did they ID him as

that?

GANNON:

Doesn't matter how they ID'd him.

OLSEN:

Oh no?

GANNON:

Matters that they announced it.

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