Clean Sweep140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHenrLAFORk
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.
GRACE140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPGKhqWjt8v
Sleep in again? You can't keep doing double shifts like this.
LENA (lightly lying)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUX6zvdBRDN
Audit week. You know banks.
MIA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf7dd5oJwGb
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.
LENA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzpAE1U8zhC
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.
LENA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡILpQXgHMdc
This belonged to my mother. Now it's yours. Keep it close, always.
Mia touches the charm, looking up with wide eyes.
MIA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ97cSm1sF6f
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:140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqqOEhrMaAh
• VERONICA HALE, CIA Director — calm, steel-eyed, flipping through a thick classified folder with surgical precision.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwynmDWtG7u
• SAMUEL RIGGS, FBI Director — posture tight, fingers drumming anxiously on the table.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzOXuDhFmSV
• NATHAN BACKETT, National Security Advisor — silent, hands folded, eyes fixed on a blinking threat matrix.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkWOd2BQKNO
• 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.
COMMANDOR140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc6j5oq2l2o
We've been compromised.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGxZCN6Tn2A
(beat)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUoywataKVk
There's no walking this back. Operation Clean Sweep goes live at midnight. Everyone connected to the project — agents, analysts, handlers — must be neutralized.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8VjtZtoOqA
(beat)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmM2WPwChaz
Erase the past. No loose ends.
A moment of stillness. No one speaks, but tension vibrates in the silence. Then:
AGENT WEST140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCVnFBsBl5n
Sir... one complication. Lena Brooks. She's seen the Clean Sweep protocol.
COMMANDOR140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMrFyrIXkKn
Handle her. Quietly.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGtpVzEvcTm
(beat)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp3hzyvWzQJ
Activate all dormant assets. Every cleaner, every ghost we burned into the system. Bring them online.
OPERATIVE #1 (from the shadows)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8m6JOB33nN
Sir... that includes Tier-One analysts. Clearance level red.
COMMANDOR (coldly)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2hWtro5zTF
No exceptions. If they ever saw the plan, they die.
OPERATIVE #2140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvdaa0UTu0o
Execution protocols, sir?
COMMANDOR140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ381LwGzvRt
Fast. Silent. Final.
GENERAL ABRAM (gruffly)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKOvS7Yqz6e
This'll raise flags. Washington won't sit quietly.
COMMANDOR140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTPs1o8bg8U
They won't even know it happened.
RIGGS140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC2SZ8gkapX
What about the off-grid targets?
COMMANDOR140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw60WeWuqKN
We've got eyes everywhere. No one's off-grid anymore.
VERONICA HALE (without looking up)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbdXS6XrHMp
We warned them. No attachments. No survivors.
The Commandor leans forward, his voice turning deadly calm.
COMMANDOR140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡueKFzxjxZ1
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—140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbO3AQ8HFs4
BUZZ. INCOMING CALL: LENA BROOKS
He answers instantly.
JAMES (into phone)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUZAQ8MZ6iX
Lena. Where the hell have you been?
LENA (V.O.)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDsxoLLgcox
James. Listen to me. Something's happening. They've activated Clean Sweep.
James freezes.
JAMES140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBcymSWpxzG
Clean Sweep? That's not possible. That protocol was buried years ago.
LENA (V.O.)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGc1nnNScCg
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.
JAMES140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSFV9q9OKwD
What kind of file?
LENA (V.O.)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMxfN1uj5fU
An internal directive. Short, redacted. But clear enough. The words "Activate Clean Sweep"... and a list of names.
James stiffens.
JAMES140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8bnuNnCzKL
Who signed the order?
LENA (V.O.)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8pGa6mjYG9
That's the thing. It wasn't Voss.
JAMES140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW9PJrkJ6zi
What?
LENA (V.O.)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp4pdabpSRx
The order came from someone called The Commander. No file trail, no ID match. Not even Voss's clearance could override it.
JAMES140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNkDiuOLOBi
But Voss runs OMNI. You and I both report to him.
LENA (V.O.)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyfFIfq55U2
Exactly. That's what terrifies me. If he didn't issue it, someone above him did. Or outside the chain entirely.
JAMES140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzSxUdNLQjV
What about you? Are you on the list?
LENA (V.O.)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoJXtIZUJ86
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.
JAMES140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjdHFrXeuKP
Where are you now?
LENA (V.O.)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxUVdwyIwyv
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.
JAMES140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpvFUf9Yjq3
Lena?
LENA (V.O.) (voice distorting)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrX8C4rAgdA
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.
COMMANDOR140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfBkIQsMkMC
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 ARMITAGE140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrxudpgE5Ue
Understood, sir.
MONTAGE – CLEAN SWEEP IN MOTION
INT. SUBWAY STATION – NIGHT140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzjuhzUkQRI
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. – NIGHT140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3EkBRWoacY
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXLB08ld5S6
A KNOCK at the door. He peers through the peephole—sees a DELIVERY MAN. He opens the door—140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDK7Efj9nQQ
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 – NIGHT140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMb5mb6Igih
Dimly lit. A woman in a grey trench coat walks briskly toward her car, heels echoing. She fumbles for her keys.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbVPa0P8hHQ
VOICE (O.S.)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkf6RDYIwjF
You always said they'd come for us.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Yn2rBalBY
She freezes. Looks behind her. A SHADOW emerges—tall, suited. No badge, no name.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8VXjokoT3N
WOMAN140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4qu3a3qfBC
We did what they asked.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjRr4h1NO16
MAN140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0NFt7BDPJc
And now they're tying loose ends.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp9QVg1IJ4A
TWO SHOTS. She drops. The man walks past, disappears into the shadows.
INT. CAFE – BERLIN – NIGHT140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx5evO55Yav
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2LNvs1U1jh
OLD MAN140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfmWBFJcaNK
Langley didn't send you, did they?140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQoXGTP6ay0
She leans in, her voice cold:140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBIOFuERsKx
WAITRESS140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ZSOUAySpv
No. OMNI did.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwpWoeIruvt
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 – NIGHT140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1PpFiAJn1R
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPnX6Lb3as3
CRASH. The window shatters — two masked figures burst in.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn34Ft1Y4ZZ
MAN (yelling)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIl9JE6KeBs
Wait! I'm not even on the grid anymore!140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ40AcRYiSQK
No answer. They open fire. A quick, brutal exit. Silence.
INT. SUBWAY – LONDON – NIGHT140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGkJVrgPML1
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:140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI8umR4QW7n
A folding utility knife in a plastic pack.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKR4nvbxcKl
A pair of steel pliers, hanging beside it.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ70tS9ruhen
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNYzmKR9hdc
Mind if I use your bathroom?
The cashier shrugs, uninterested, and jerks a thumb toward the back.
CASHIER140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN6gqKAxPm8
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 ANALYST140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuwdgrN1t9w
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYr8GVjeTOq
(on screen: charred remains of the vehicle)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡytdCZsgaxG
We managed to recover a fragment of DNA. Preliminary results point to a positive match—James Melen.
AGENT TYLER (murmuring to Maya)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAOvFULxFTf
A guy like that dies in a fireball and it's ruled an accident? That's either bad luck or—
AGENT DALE (interrupting)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7nN13F9NIN
—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 ANALYST140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡACL5hSKpX2
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDdlaiU6jzN
That's the third "accident" in two weeks. That NSA tech in Baltimore. The contract courier in Virginia. Now this?
AGENT TYLER140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡojgSBYmEr5
You think they're connected?
Dale shrugs, already checking his phone, uninterested.
AGENT DALE140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHzdd7I5kul
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 ANALYST140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFZJxb1O8b7
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ92KvjgHiZv
Morning, Lena! That your little sunshine?
LENA BROOKS (smiling, holding Mia's hand)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7v6k3vILr7
Sure is. Say hi to Mrs. Kaplan, Mia.
MIA (10)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy0vXOn5obt
Hi, Mrs. K!
MRS. KAPLAN140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYhID0k3IoQ
She's getting so big! You ladies off to the mall?
LENA'S MOTHER (GRACE BROOKS)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdorGhNewlG
Girls' day out. Shopping, then some lunch. Nothing fancy.
MRS. KAPLAN140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡArdrJhS06o
You deserve it. Haven't seen you smile in a while, Lena.
LENA (pauses, then smiles)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhuAoqHGnrr
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAagCZoEgB9
Status check?
FIELD AGENT (CODY RENNER)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW1bqX0x9iK
Visual acquired. Target entering shopping plaza with mother and child. Confirmed location: Willow Creek Plaza.
OMNI ANALYST (VOICE ONLY)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcqlXrh5Wax
You sure she didn't sniff you out?
CODY RENNER (chuckles)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhYEWuZO6vu
She's out the game. Civilian now. Orders from Langley?
OMNI ANALYST140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡauc5Iive7X
Director said clean. No mess. No gunfire. Just... gone.
CODY RENNER140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNA5hw2yCsX
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 BROOKS140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOKTypdmXS6
Now that's my girl. You used to dress like that in college before you went... wherever you went.
LENA (smirking)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrgF5ep654E
Wherever, huh?
MIA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5AGvyCIzC4
Mommy, you look like the lady from the spy movie!
LENA (laughs nervously)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYSr3w8H0S4
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.
WAITER140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXk8pCWeCEY
Another round of drinks, ladies?
GRACE140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuSfXWbEOJz
Oh, why not. Celebrating my daughter actually relaxing.
LENA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN3lWWSmzxS
Make mine light—just soda, please.
CODY (to waiter, calmly)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe4xCFAZ33Z
I'll get theirs. Put it on my tab.
WAITER140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡstjkt7rXYm
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.)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0lR7qf8oj6
Done?
CODY RENNER140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn4oqnsyOcI
Delivery successful. T-minus ten minutes.
OMNI ANALYST140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC7COHw9xVF
You're good at this, Cody. You should've been OMNI.
CODY (flat)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeKgoyDzux6
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.
LENA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbZqVm7bigo
Mom… I—something's wrong…
GRACE BROOKS140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA3Kh47gUXH
Lena?
MIA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzfOi5Q8Dr7
Mommy?
Lena clutches her chest, gasping. Her glass topples over. Patrons begin to notice. Grace shouts, panicked.
GRACE BROOKS140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjJltFckpt9
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdDitMCD6rN
You're gonna be okay, Lena. You hear me? You have to be…
Mia clutches her mother's hand tightly.
MIA (whispers)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGIuNOFmVHN
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsZlt6qz7GK
Didn't finish the job...
A dark figure enters the room silently. The OMNI analyst stiffens.
FIGURE (THE DIRECTOR)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqRXxOlHU8e
She can't live. OMNI doesn't leave shadows.
OMNI ANALYST140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbkemEDagH2
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡApvTCQbISF
Mom…?
Beside her, GRACE BROOKS jerks awake in the chair, clutching Mia, who is curled on her lap.
GRACE BROOKS140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNLHD5qmiqY
Lena! Baby, you're awake!
Mia stirs and sits up, rubbing her eyes.
MIA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDD0aYQa4uX
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.
NURSE140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7OjWspqPSG
That's odd… Her heart rate's spiking again.
A male DOCTOR approaches, concerned.
DOCTOR140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMCi1LfGvu2
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnWmwyEyGdX
Are these machines synced? They shouldn't—wait, check the T34 infusion rates on her IV.
NURSE140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTNQ3RoBaao
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe0MVyJBnIv
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 EARLIER140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO1zkJhCM89
The man by the sunglasses stand. Black glasses. Slight smirk. A second too long staring.
BACK TO PRESENT
LENA (softly)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk7ZOl0koQW
It was him. They know. They sent him...
GRACE BROOKS140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyNth2qerQb
What are you saying, honey?
LENA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdznMw8wD1R
It was them, Mom.
She squeezes her mother's hand weakly.
LENA (cont'd)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqvqu61Xtir
They won't stop.
INT. HOSPITAL – HALLWAY – NIGHT
A DOCTOR whispers with a NURSE.
DOCTOR140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJtg3gRuMym
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.
NURSE140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpy7UuXwZWg
There's no antidote?
DOCTOR140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCjRz3JMGOn
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRaPWkJ2rhD
Dad… I'm sorry I left the way I did. I just wanted to protect you. I love you. Always have.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrChH6YFqDq
(beat)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqZ72TuQtHF
Tell Ryan… tell him to raise his boys bold.
Next call.
LENA (on phone)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM4TIlGgadk
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.
MIA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxltJg1WshC
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIGT9akGHlD
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ra4FAgk0r
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.
PATEL140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrP89nmhnp4
You know what's crazy? One of these missions — boom. We don't come back. Just like that.
QUINN140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdFliGhQu1T
Yeah. "Service acknowledged. Flag folded. Move on."
MCNALLY (scoffing)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpWzDff28XP
I don't even have anyone to give the flag to.
LENA (low, honest)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmPD7fIxxYJ
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX9kg5Q2CDF
What about you, Lena? What scares you most?
Lena leans back. Takes a breath.
LENA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsgkA43NUOT
Not being able to say goodbye.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiWs9HNclef
(beat)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ30DJyfBWCu
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVv25TewChT
What about you, James?
He doesn't respond.
LENA (CONT'D)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPxWqouMnpq
You scared of dying?
The group turns to look at him. He pauses, finishing what he's doing.
Finally:
JAMES140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYkEnxcoBxP
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmMS0T5XHEs
I don't think about fear anymore. Just... the day it comes. Like it always will.
He holsters the weapon, stands.
LENA (softly)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2EiEJRzlbD
That sounds… lonely.
JAMES140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9zcEhClIi4
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUMsBVi4IJ7
Please, God. Don't take her. Not like this.
A NURSE enters slowly, eyes cast down. The DOCTOR follows, clipboard in hand.
DOCTOR (softly)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCcxRPewi87
We did everything we could.
The heart monitor flatlines. One long tone echoes through the room.
GRACE BROOKS (sobbing)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQl4umKXp5T
No... no, please...
Mia wakes up, sensing the shift. She looks at her mom. Then at the monitor.
MIA (crying hard)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWnyCHFNCBq
No! Mommy! Wake up! Mommy, don't go! Don't go!
GRACE (holding her close)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgkpg1I5KaQ
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 ANALYST140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqw7OJHZZZ3
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTgGSAFDiAD
Such a sweet girl… always helped me with my groceries.
NEIGHBOUR #2140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMan8lKJ2tt
And her little one... poor thing. Buried her mother before her first school dance.
PRIEST (V.O.) (gently)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPad6EmiT2W
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6JT8Sl4xJW
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN5qt6lphQK
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQn0oVk0djl
You're Lena's dad?
ROBERT (measured, unreadable)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwgqLQMBtYf
I am. Robert. I… didn't know until it was too late.
ANGELA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6VtFr481If
She called me that night. Said she had secrets... sounded scared. Then this.
ROBERT (quietly, dismissive)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrQJ2Hd6PGY
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5bpy0CtD5i
Why are we even here? She was just a mother, right?, what did she do?
OMNI ANALYST (cruel, smug)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡruVSzTKXT8
She was a liability.
CIA ANALYST140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuEWAzm1abc
and you killed her?
OMNI ANALYST (with finality)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhosuN1CaT0
Clean sweep.
CIA ANALYST (curious)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6dtoQXT9RA
Clean sweep for what? who are you people?
He looks at her. Sharp. Cold.
OMNI ANALYST140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOsU1QNtbC8
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.
MIA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgw4DExSDTx
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)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgeV1phEjrD
Where?
Mia points again — but the figure is gone.
MIA140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡurAsrf1D5j
He was there... watching. Why didn't he come close?
GRACE BROOKS (kneeling, gently wiping her tears)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLhVxGaiy9z
Sometimes… our hearts make us see things we want, baby. Your mommy's gone. You're just missing her.
MIA (quietly)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIDeE4tWpvY
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtIWJvbWbtq
Same sunglasses.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡal844VcRc4
Hands trembling slightly, holding a single white flower.
He kneels before the tombstone:
LENA BROOKS140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcqB7ZmGpJm
1989 – 2025140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP9Vyt2oxrK
Beloved Daughter, Brave Mother, Fierce Soul
The man places the flower gently on the grave.
MAN (softly)140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIOL59Znqdc
It didn't have to be like this, Lena…140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8izrcqrFbo
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.