Clean Sweep228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuZjDr3daZI
Written by Ntando Dindili
HAVE A FIRST LOOK AT OMNI:CrossBadge now !!!!228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq28JTQI8De
https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1Ao5stGfHR/228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB8yUbI5cgf
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.
GRACE228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtqYbLoMFn2
Sleep in again? You can't keep doing double shifts like this.
LENA (lightly lying)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTymvpEDse8
Audit week. You know banks.
MIA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQG4tKY7pSl
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.
LENA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ9Sz0MYRSo
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.
LENA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡarGgavprzK
This belonged to my mother. Now it's yours. Keep it close, always.
Mia touches the charm, looking up with wide eyes.
MIA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsAd0Xe9d2g
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:228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZPH78K1mJg
• VERONICA HALE, CIA Director — calm, steel-eyed, flipping through a thick classified folder with surgical precision.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtU1u3Fsnay
• SAMUEL RIGGS, FBI Director — posture tight, fingers drumming anxiously on the table.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTaxACgQvCM
• NATHAN BACKETT, National Security Advisor — silent, hands folded, eyes fixed on a blinking threat matrix.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUcwVGMDErI
• 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.
COMMANDOR228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfRI6sovwdG
We've been compromised.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtbOGxEwCXu
(beat)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvnqVEK4lff
There's no walking this back. Operation Clean Sweep goes live at midnight. Everyone connected to the project — agents, analysts, handlers — must be neutralized.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡStpKzVdonh
(beat)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhIUraK5eVr
Erase the past. No loose ends.
A moment of stillness. No one speaks, but tension vibrates in the silence. Then:
AGENT WEST228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhVeLs3iKAX
Sir... one complication. Lena Brooks. She's seen the Clean Sweep protocol.
COMMANDOR228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbXNhTRB0M8
Handle her. Quietly.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN5jGtrNeHU
(beat)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNgNYtbyLC4
Activate all dormant assets. Every cleaner, every ghost we burned into the system. Bring them online.
OPERATIVE #1 (from the shadows)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSeHarfKqoQ
Sir... that includes Tier-One analysts. Clearance level red.
COMMANDOR (coldly)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQqNYlr2k4l
No exceptions. If they ever saw the plan, they die.
OPERATIVE #2228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRfofXzyfNy
Execution protocols, sir?
COMMANDOR228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm4oeuVEwsD
Fast. Silent. Final.
GENERAL ABRAM (gruffly)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxnrzEywaw6
This'll raise flags. Washington won't sit quietly.
COMMANDOR228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSqUQAzcavI
They won't even know it happened.
RIGGS228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhKsX1sVhU6
What about the off-grid targets?
COMMANDOR228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡenGgmSqqu6
We've got eyes everywhere. No one's off-grid anymore.
VERONICA HALE (without looking up)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrWhbDEDAYt
We warned them. No attachments. No survivors.
The Commandor leans forward, his voice turning deadly calm.
COMMANDOR228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAXCI8p398P
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—228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1rWP4maClr
BUZZ. INCOMING CALL: LENA BROOKS
He answers instantly.
JAMES (into phone)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCYdiO40jf0
Lena. Where the hell have you been?
LENA (V.O.)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeSFqyBKHWS
James. Listen to me. Something's happening. They've activated Clean Sweep.
James freezes.
JAMES228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Nx5j946DF
Clean Sweep? That's not possible. That protocol was buried years ago.
LENA (V.O.)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt5JsJGVxWB
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.
JAMES228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqy1TDUbTYK
What kind of file?
LENA (V.O.)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsag2d8fX6Z
An internal directive. Short, redacted. But clear enough. The words "Activate Clean Sweep"... and a list of names.
James stiffens.
JAMES228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJOSJtYNpI3
Who signed the order?
LENA (V.O.)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnZAvPjXOI5
That's the thing. It wasn't Voss.
JAMES228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEfMQBzDvUz
What?
LENA (V.O.)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTc6p09a4Mj
The order came from someone called The Commander. No file trail, no ID match. Not even Voss's clearance could override it.
JAMES228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhcKBbEdvQi
But Voss runs OMNI. You and I both report to him.
LENA (V.O.)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwSthW3xAQZ
Exactly. That's what terrifies me. If he didn't issue it, someone above him did. Or outside the chain entirely.
JAMES228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8m6L308IJI
What about you? Are you on the list?
LENA (V.O.)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUc0Z1FxN6O
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.
JAMES228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVHEVmJizTG
Where are you now?
LENA (V.O.)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsIuLEmN7GF
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.
JAMES228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQk19jAbXXh
Lena?
LENA (V.O.) (voice distorting)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqeuNbQEb5h
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.
COMMANDOR228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbOgEeN5A94
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 ARMITAGE228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0mpyq9Iapm
Understood, sir.
MONTAGE – CLEAN SWEEP IN MOTION
INT. SUBWAY STATION – NIGHT228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlL4Kdw7phq
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. – NIGHT228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwSQSplQKxi
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.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU5rMvHtzzw
A KNOCK at the door. He peers through the peephole—sees a DELIVERY MAN. He opens the door—228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡypA4JyC2Do
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 – NIGHT228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn1Utb75oxo
Dimly lit. A woman in a grey trench coat walks briskly toward her car, heels echoing. She fumbles for her keys.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡejxmGLMHmi
VOICE (O.S.)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLCB6J3DGQv
You always said they'd come for us.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyTPGJcRtxT
She freezes. Looks behind her. A SHADOW emerges—tall, suited. No badge, no name.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYKb02RzXi1
WOMAN228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9ecNTwL66i
We did what they asked.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡavDLNjaME7
MAN228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxzKiByoaZS
And now they're tying loose ends.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT3Ts8N7v2D
TWO SHOTS. She drops. The man walks past, disappears into the shadows.
INT. CAFE – BERLIN – NIGHT228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyIkLHGiinA
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.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpqaTND3Ujj
OLD MAN228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2hDbGYeBKw
Langley didn't send you, did they?228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4KtK7dTrJ4
She leans in, her voice cold:228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡInPmhdL5aE
WAITRESS228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDxiUurLVQH
No. OMNI did.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoJG0XTCjbw
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 – NIGHT228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVBqVKqmKAs
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.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNtktWq9mYl
CRASH. The window shatters — two masked figures burst in.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtyJFSw6RC0
MAN (yelling)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd60ERycLwm
Wait! I'm not even on the grid anymore!228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2VnwKUHKPa
No answer. They open fire. A quick, brutal exit. Silence.
INT. SUBWAY – LONDON – NIGHT228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0b32PEpPze
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:228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYt1H41Dpdp
A folding utility knife in a plastic pack.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaBdwY3Objf
A pair of steel pliers, hanging beside it.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeVeZIRVaJC
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvWn7hzo1kn
Mind if I use your bathroom?
The cashier shrugs, uninterested, and jerks a thumb toward the back.
CASHIER228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7MOVL73Sgu
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 ANALYST228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8JzDZqY7hl
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.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzjXcIjqVKB
(on screen: charred remains of the vehicle)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqLD9Kch7DZ
We managed to recover a fragment of DNA. Preliminary results point to a positive match—James Melen.
AGENT TYLER (murmuring to Maya)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡts2GTSYq3Z
A guy like that dies in a fireball and it's ruled an accident? That's either bad luck or—
AGENT DALE (interrupting)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUxISRTeiw3
—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 ANALYST228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDubVZ3q7bd
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgfjrI9OAKt
That's the third "accident" in two weeks. That NSA tech in Baltimore. The contract courier in Virginia. Now this?
AGENT TYLER228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSPFrQfoGho
You think they're connected?
Dale shrugs, already checking his phone, uninterested.
AGENT DALE228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGmUJMZ1hxR
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 ANALYST228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSSndIJHFGt
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6xVIrmA6yj
Morning, Lena! That your little sunshine?
LENA BROOKS (smiling, holding Mia's hand)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkUxaFxtU7t
Sure is. Say hi to Mrs. Kaplan, Mia.
MIA (10)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOdgRpiYOG3
Hi, Mrs. K!
MRS. KAPLAN228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUxg41LdHAs
She's getting so big! You ladies off to the mall?
LENA'S MOTHER (GRACE BROOKS)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7sqQyZQKQc
Girls' day out. Shopping, then some lunch. Nothing fancy.
MRS. KAPLAN228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCmdkvdCPMG
You deserve it. Haven't seen you smile in a while, Lena.
LENA (pauses, then smiles)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBtQZOZyGi2
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4d3XS9kH83
Status check?
FIELD AGENT (CODY RENNER)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa8kQ2jURBk
Visual acquired. Target entering shopping plaza with mother and child. Confirmed location: Willow Creek Plaza.
OMNI ANALYST (VOICE ONLY)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwc6ZtmTH9
You sure she didn't sniff you out?
CODY RENNER (chuckles)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg4F3GAAJGk
She's out the game. Civilian now. Orders from Langley?
OMNI ANALYST228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡajLGWOhvRI
Director said clean. No mess. No gunfire. Just... gone.
CODY RENNER228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1JDGo2EXAj
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 BROOKS228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIsNlzYu7BX
Now that's my girl. You used to dress like that in college before you went... wherever you went.
LENA (smirking)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3OpA1bBmru
Wherever, huh?
MIA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn9gZkjHyIB
Mommy, you look like the lady from the spy movie!
LENA (laughs nervously)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQruqb7LqEP
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.
WAITER228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6pApohqbmw
Another round of drinks, ladies?
GRACE228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ngka9NxVS
Oh, why not. Celebrating my daughter actually relaxing.
LENA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHUZ0L6pio8
Make mine light—just soda, please.
CODY (to waiter, calmly)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRVN4DeHD1q
I'll get theirs. Put it on my tab.
WAITER228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkFckboaRVG
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.)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3sIUM09aqT
Done?
CODY RENNER228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRR9XguYruQ
Delivery successful. T-minus ten minutes.
OMNI ANALYST228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhanRZCJXU5
You're good at this, Cody. You should've been OMNI.
CODY (flat)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtP5BE5TqQ4
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.
LENA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0u4NbtJUXO
Mom… I—something's wrong…
GRACE BROOKS228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2yyE56z1pS
Lena?
MIA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡylbuzHS9AV
Mommy?
Lena clutches her chest, gasping. Her glass topples over. Patrons begin to notice. Grace shouts, panicked.
GRACE BROOKS228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ19a0siSHzb
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡITp8ATVPNU
You're gonna be okay, Lena. You hear me? You have to be…
Mia clutches her mother's hand tightly.
MIA (whispers)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwL5OaMILXn
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8CGGZMInz3
Didn't finish the job...
A dark figure enters the room silently. The OMNI analyst stiffens.
FIGURE (THE DIRECTOR)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa05GhzQPMC
She can't live. OMNI doesn't leave shadows.
OMNI ANALYST228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7zGxjrXjRC
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwcAjat0njW
Mom…?
Beside her, GRACE BROOKS jerks awake in the chair, clutching Mia, who is curled on her lap.
GRACE BROOKS228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6R6O9JG8au
Lena! Baby, you're awake!
Mia stirs and sits up, rubbing her eyes.
MIA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTZF6odbGbE
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.
NURSE228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTEj3rMZuKx
That's odd… Her heart rate's spiking again.
A male DOCTOR approaches, concerned.
DOCTOR228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmO4oDcDMKh
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡobgfdtP0Da
Are these machines synced? They shouldn't—wait, check the T34 infusion rates on her IV.
NURSE228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPKrOORkQuo
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡToioSH7Pgt
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 EARLIER228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6PySKvfuNF
The man by the sunglasses stand. Black glasses. Slight smirk. A second too long staring.
BACK TO PRESENT
LENA (softly)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXAXBoFOmkM
It was him. They know. They sent him...
GRACE BROOKS228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtSMv6wBTbu
What are you saying, honey?
LENA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGDzJ7MFgjZ
It was them, Mom.
She squeezes her mother's hand weakly.
LENA (cont'd)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2gQStj5G2a
They won't stop.
INT. HOSPITAL – HALLWAY – NIGHT
A DOCTOR whispers with a NURSE.
DOCTOR228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp81I0SQduX
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.
NURSE228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSrZoRByAVU
There's no antidote?
DOCTOR228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIftuQEbKvK
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxClMes8TNn
Dad… I'm sorry I left the way I did. I just wanted to protect you. I love you. Always have.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrQF6K1LR89
(beat)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnLph9oZ49Q
Tell Ryan… tell him to raise his boys bold.
Next call.
LENA (on phone)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv9E5MHmDeT
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.
MIA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcRB0CsNyv3
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh55BzfTYyW
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJUOXYv0Ies
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.
PATEL228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX55ao3WGXV
You know what's crazy? One of these missions — boom. We don't come back. Just like that.
QUINN228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlps8xZHYSH
Yeah. "Service acknowledged. Flag folded. Move on."
MCNALLY (scoffing)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbedTHGhCLu
I don't even have anyone to give the flag to.
LENA (low, honest)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTi3YCn4pfb
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjHrBT2HhZG
What about you, Lena? What scares you most?
Lena leans back. Takes a breath.
LENA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy5OhxmUv7E
Not being able to say goodbye.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtpaoCZVAsP
(beat)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP88P34nk8U
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRMRbzXookc
What about you, James?
He doesn't respond.
LENA (CONT'D)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtRkCtQRAdV
You scared of dying?
The group turns to look at him. He pauses, finishing what he's doing.
Finally:
JAMES228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3GAqJLq4yV
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzAn93HuzYr
I don't think about fear anymore. Just... the day it comes. Like it always will.
He holsters the weapon, stands.
LENA (softly)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNIyNEq1e10
That sounds… lonely.
JAMES228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaLVQZyovrs
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOHI3MIE23F
Please, God. Don't take her. Not like this.
A NURSE enters slowly, eyes cast down. The DOCTOR follows, clipboard in hand.
DOCTOR (softly)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq0AZWwoluL
We did everything we could.
The heart monitor flatlines. One long tone echoes through the room.
GRACE BROOKS (sobbing)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Uql6AMxzz
No... no, please...
Mia wakes up, sensing the shift. She looks at her mom. Then at the monitor.
MIA (crying hard)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Gcu9kUjZq
No! Mommy! Wake up! Mommy, don't go! Don't go!
GRACE (holding her close)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjyziZbcgFI
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 ANALYST228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnvhhD633Fu
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhj7H4tgYUl
Such a sweet girl… always helped me with my groceries.
NEIGHBOUR #2228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRXvHeGluPp
And her little one... poor thing. Buried her mother before her first school dance.
PRIEST (V.O.) (gently)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9oZbKncvF2
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcTwnN8kUrD
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxfzc6RSUVc
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJbEKKYSGkT
You're Lena's dad?
ROBERT (measured, unreadable)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGWPXEvJRqI
I am. Robert. I… didn't know until it was too late.
ANGELA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvp8GwTDxQA
She called me that night. Said she had secrets... sounded scared. Then this.
ROBERT (quietly, dismissive)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡom1u6HI1dx
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0E7eREs4SB
Why are we even here? She was just a mother, right?, what did she do?
OMNI ANALYST (cruel, smug)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRKVdXznVEM
She was a liability.
CIA ANALYST228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYAIzEBCvD5
and you killed her?
OMNI ANALYST (with finality)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBP0BgcKw7c
Clean sweep.
CIA ANALYST (curious)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMFOBJs9iPT
Clean sweep for what? who are you people?
He looks at her. Sharp. Cold.
OMNI ANALYST228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXEepxC7Uim
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.
MIA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcZxhcc99Vl
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)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyUxNICAsSU
Where?
Mia points again — but the figure is gone.
MIA228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhtIIUWX04X
He was there... watching. Why didn't he come close?
GRACE BROOKS (kneeling, gently wiping her tears)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCf04Gahz0r
Sometimes… our hearts make us see things we want, baby. Your mommy's gone. You're just missing her.
MIA (quietly)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwhyqY6TOoo
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.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOiL23SZ6Aq
Same sunglasses.228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1XOMTQJkj4
Hands trembling slightly, holding a single white flower.
He kneels before the tombstone:
LENA BROOKS228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8kdtYu9xXw
1989 – 2025228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVQUexaKZ77
Beloved Daughter, Brave Mother, Fierce Soul
The man places the flower gently on the grave.
MAN (softly)228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZuRdb2y1ma
It didn't have to be like this, Lena…228Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCnxOQWhEEq
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]
ns216.73.216.95da2
and then Add to home screen.