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BDRP wrimo Day 3: In script format, write the opening of your character in a popular TV series

The EX-Files, or The X-Files where Mike is Scully if Scully believed with her whole heart that not all demons/ghosts/ghouls were bad and where Sully is Mulder if Mulder didn’t believe in anything and was just using the FBI’s resources to kill everything he could find so they send in a lawyer to try and get dirt on him so they can finally fire his ass. (But spoilers, that I don’t get to since this is an opening,: They become best friends and Mike’s loyalties no longer belong to the Bureau.)

EXT. - NIGHT - WOODS

Surrounded by trees the only sound is a man struggling to run, his BREATH and FOOTSTEPS are messy. He breaks through the brush, finally visible, but only just. He is wearing pajamas and no shoes. Odd for a romp around in the woods. At night.

He's looking over his shoulder, looking but not seeing. Something is chasing him. He looks for too long and trips over something, a branch or a root or a rock, is unknown.

He looks up. A blinding light makes his features clear, there is blood on his forehead and scratches on his cheek. He has shut his eyes against the light.

LAUGHTER makes the man attempt to open his eyes. He shields the light with a hand, his palm is dirty and bleeding, too.

The LAUGHTER gets louder.

EXT. - DAY - WOODS

Laying face down is a man. Gloved hands turn him over to reveal he is the same man from earlier, still in his pajamas and the blood on his face has dried.

The coroner, LEONARD QUIGGLY, a middle aged man with greying hair and thick framed glasses that match his square face, is looking the man over, frowning.

A man is taking pictures. Uniformed officers are surrounding the area with numbers and caution tape.

Two men are looking down at the corner. VICTOR is balding and stocky, he is of the mindset that it's too cold and too wet to be standing out here doing his job.

JACOBY is only a few inches taller than his partner, biting his nail as he looks on with worry. This is his first dead body. It shows.

As the coroner works Jacoby gets restless.

Victor points to the man's face, stepping so he is standing directly over the man's head.

VICTOR

That's Nathan Weston.

LEONARD

Is that a positive I.D.?

VICTOR

He went to school with my son.

JACOBY

Was it an animal?

LEONARD

(Shaking his head)

No. These markings are too precise. See here?

Leonard lifts the man's shirt. The scratches are not like the ones on the man's face. They are, as the coroner said, planned. Almost like he was used as a canvas to a drawing.

Victor tilts his head at the display. He and Leonard exchange a knowing look.

VICTOR

Can you check his back?

Leonard turns the man in his pajamas over, lifting up his shirt. The markings are there too. But there's something else. Victor steps forwards and sighs.

Victor walks away from the scene quickly, not looking at the other officers as he passes. He has somewhere to be that is not there.

JACOBY

(Looking after his partner in confusion )

What does that mean?

Jacoby looks at Leonard but Leonard will not meet his eyes, he is too busy looking at the man. The boy, Nathan Weston, and the cuts that adorn his body.

INT. - DAY -FBI HEADQUARTERS IN WASHINGTON D.C.

A man walks up the stairs of the entrance of the FBI building. Around him men and women pass by as they go about their day. An elevator dings, heels clack against the tile below them.

He approaches the front desk with a bright smile for the secretary sitting there.

WAZOWSKI

Agent Michael Wazowski.

INT. - DAY -FBI HEADQUARTERS - OFFICE

MICHAEL WAZOWSKI, a young know it all whose courage outweighs his infinite amount of fear every time, walks through desks. He is taking in his surroundings, smiling at people he passes, while also making headway for where he is supposed to be.

He walks down a hallway until he stops at a door. He knocks gently three times.

V.O. MAN’S VOICE

Enter.

Wazowski opens the door. An older man reading a newspaper is sitting at an important looking desk is inside waiting for him. His name is LANDERS, a man who once loved his job but is too old to do anything else now.

Wazowski approaches the desk.

LANDERS

Agent Wazowski, thank you for coming on such short notice. Please, sit.

Wazowski sits as directed. His eyes drift to the two other men that are in the room. One looks younger, older than Wazowski himself, and is sitting in a chair just off to the wide of Landers’ desk. He smiles back at Wazowski when they make eye contact.

The other man is standing in the corner, not looking up from a spot on the floor. His arms are crossed and Wazowski can't really make out his expression. He can't look at him any longer, Landers is addressing him.

LANDERS

We see you've been with us just under three years.

WAZOWSKI

Yes, sir.

LANDERS

You went to Law School. Passed the BAR, but decided not to practice. How did you come to work for the FBI?

WAZOWSKI

Well, sir, I was recruited out of Law School, actually. I didn't think I would be cut out for the field work so I went ahead and took the BAR but after second thought I realized that the FBI could be a place where I could distinguish myself.

LANDERS

Are you familiar with an Agent by the name of James P. Sullivan?

WAZOWSKI

Yes, I am, sir.

LANDERS

How so?

WAZOWSKI

By...reputation. His family's name proceed's itself. He is a Yale graduated psychologist who wrote a monograph on serial killers possessed by demons, used to help catch and exorcise Jennifer Jordan in 2005. Generally thought of to be the best analyst in violent demon possessions. He had a nick name at the Academy. Scary Sullivan.

LANDERS

What I will also tell you is that Agent Sullivan has developed a consuming devotion to an unassigned project outside the Bureau mainstream. Are you familiar with the so called X-Files?

WAZOWSKI

I believe they have to do with unexplained phenomena.

LANDERS

More or less. The reason you're here, Agent Wazowski, is we want you to assist Sullivan on these EX Files. You will write field reports on your activities along with your observations on the validity of the work.

The man in the corner looked up then. Wazowski caught his eye, faltering for a moment before looking back to Landers.

WAZOWSKI

Am I to understand that you want me to find evidence to defraud the EX Files, sir?

LANDERSw

Agent Wazowski, we trust your education had provided you with to make give a proper analysis to the methods that are being used on the project. You'll want to contact Agent Sullivan shortly. We look forwards to seeing your reports.

INT. - DAY - FBI HEADQUARTERS - BASEMENT

An elevator dings. Wazowski steps out into a dingy hallway that is poorly lit. There are boxes of files lining the walls. He makes his way to the end of the hall where there is barely any light left.

Wazowski knocks, in contrast they aren't as sure to the ones he had made earlier.

V.O. MAN’S VOICE

Sorry, no body down here but the FBI's most unwanted-!

Wazowski pushes the door open anyways to find JAMES P. SULLIVAN. Bulky, spoiled, good at hiding inside himself. Confident in a way that is learned, not naturally born. He is sitting at his desk so his height is hidden for the moment. His back is turned to the door, the file he is reading open as he bends over to read it.

The office does not look like the professional ones upstairs. There is no method to the madness. Pictures of shadow figures, of pentagrams, of people adorn the walls. Files are spilling out everywhere. Wazowski is horrified.

Still he enters.

Sullivan turns, looking up from the file. Wazowski waves.

WAZOWSKI

(Walking forwards with his hand outstretched)

Agent Sullivan. I'm Michael Wazowski. I've been assigned to work with you.

SULLIVAN

(Taking Wazowski's hand)

Isn't it nice to suddenly be so highly scrutinized?

Wazowski's eager demeanor shifts.

SULLIVAN

(Going back to his file, dismissive)

So who did you take off to get stuck with this details? Wazowski?

WAZOWSKI

Actually I'm really looking forwards to working with you. I've heard a lot about you. And your family.

SULLIVAN

Oh, really? I was under the impression that my dad sent you to spy on me.

WAZOWSKI

If you have any doubt about my qualifications or credentials-

SULLIVAN

You're a lawyer. You teach at the Academy. Got your undergraduate degree in demonology.

Sullivan pulls a stack of papers from under a heap of files, the top few falling off. He stands, reading the top page.

SULLIVAN

"A proposal on legal processes of Demons, Michael Wazowski, senior thesis," now that's credential, humanizing demons.

WAZOWSKI

(Defensive)

Did you bother to read it?

SULLIVAN

I did. I liked it. It's just that in most of my work demons don't necessarily sit in a court room to stand trial.

Sullivan passes by Wazowski , walking to the door. He turns the lights off behind him leaving Wazowski to stand in the dark.

SULLIVAN

Maybe I can get your opinion on this though.

Sullivan moves back into the room, turning on a projector and returning to a laptop.

On screen is a body. Nathan Weston in his pajamas, face up.

SULLIVAN

Montana male. Age 22, no explainable cause of death. Autopsy showed nothing. Nada.

The picture changes, showing the cuts along Nathan's abdomen.

SULLIVAN

There are, however, these lines all across his body. Not deep enough to kill him, not even deep enough to need a stitch. Lawyer Wazowski, tell me, can you I.D. these marks?

Wazowski stepped closer to the screen, apart of the projection displaying on his body as he does.

WAZOWSKI

Claw marks, maybe? Or knife wounds made by the attacker. A rune of some kind?

Wazowski turns back to Sullivan, who changes the slide.

SULLIVAN

How's your chemistry? this is the chemical found on the surrounding tissue.

WAZOWSKI

It's organic. I...don't know, is it some kind of synthetic protein?

SULLIVAN

Beats me! I've never seen it before either. But here it is again in Astoria, Oregon, and again in Maysville, Kentucky.

The slides change. Two different bodies show on screen. Both with the same markings on their skin. Wazowski turns to look at Sullivan.

WAZOWSKI

Do you have a theory?

SULLIVAN

I have plenty of theories. Maybe what you could explain to me is why is Bureau policy to label these cases as unexplained phenomenon and ignore them and then expect the public to abide by laws to these creatures.

Wazowski has no answer, so he says nothing.

SULLIVAN

You're of the mindset that demons aren't all evil? Right? That we can just, sit down and have dinner with them? Have rational conversations with them?

WAZOWSKI

Logically, we as a society can not record all demon summoning, tears in the rift, or portal openings. We also cannot have a record of every possessed physical being walking around. And even then methods use for exorcism are barbaric, without any thought on the host until the demon is extracted. I could be a demon right now, and you'd be having a rational conversation with one, wouldn't you?

SULLIVAN

Conventional wisdom. You know this Montana male is the fourth person in his town to die under mysterious circumstances. Now when convention and the law aren't able to give procedure to these beings, are we to just stand by and allow these things to happen just because people like you think they deserve a change to explain themselves? Would you be saying that to a human capable of these things?

WAZOWSKI

The boy obviously died of something. If it was due to a demon it's plausible it was something missed in the postmortem, if he was murdered, it's plausible there was a sloppy investigation. What I find is the notion that you'd think an intelligent being that we know little to nothing about in the grand scheme of things would be lacking in empathy or emotion of any sort. Just because you've never run into one living a normal life here outside of the Underworld doesn't mean they aren't here. You just have to know where to look.

SULLIVAN

That's why they put the "I" in FBI.

Sullivan smiles and walks off towards the desk he had been sitting at.

SULLIVAN

See you tomorrow, Wazowski. Bright and early. We leave on the very first plane to Helena, Montana at 5 am.

Wazowski stands there for a moment longer unsure of what had just happened, but he smiles because whatever it was that had happened, he had won.