Clean Sweep152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtKtdl7xZnc
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.
GRACE152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMFXmB8UCu0
Sleep in again? You can't keep doing double shifts like this.
LENA (lightly lying)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYA2tMhvbUt
Audit week. You know banks.
MIA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Tn373tae2
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.
LENA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpusSKeBMP1
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.
LENA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj2pfpXY7mJ
This belonged to my mother. Now it's yours. Keep it close, always.
Mia touches the charm, looking up with wide eyes.
MIA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRDkiKoh1pu
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:152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnfEsb6pOYr
• VERONICA HALE, CIA Director — calm, steel-eyed, flipping through a thick classified folder with surgical precision.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSvmefmJkq7
• SAMUEL RIGGS, FBI Director — posture tight, fingers drumming anxiously on the table.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsQ58RUCSZJ
• NATHAN BACKETT, National Security Advisor — silent, hands folded, eyes fixed on a blinking threat matrix.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMNwzvTR75w
• 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.
COMMANDOR152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQWWclQfKf9
We've been compromised.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXF8ifqaI4N
(beat)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz1dbmsOYX6
There's no walking this back. Operation Clean Sweep goes live at midnight. Everyone connected to the project — agents, analysts, handlers — must be neutralized.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqQ61kybG4i
(beat)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB72DzZGXBh
Erase the past. No loose ends.
A moment of stillness. No one speaks, but tension vibrates in the silence. Then:
AGENT WEST152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYBjVggVWVz
Sir... one complication. Lena Brooks. She's seen the Clean Sweep protocol.
COMMANDOR152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi6gWZUNQx7
Handle her. Quietly.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGR844e3sHQ
(beat)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrtYgfjLTxx
Activate all dormant assets. Every cleaner, every ghost we burned into the system. Bring them online.
OPERATIVE #1 (from the shadows)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTdIsg2nszv
Sir... that includes Tier-One analysts. Clearance level red.
COMMANDOR (coldly)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0oLBHGPCEy
No exceptions. If they ever saw the plan, they die.
OPERATIVE #2152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrarqv4NyId
Execution protocols, sir?
COMMANDOR152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKc46SSZfOC
Fast. Silent. Final.
GENERAL ABRAM (gruffly)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGvOnsGVi1V
This'll raise flags. Washington won't sit quietly.
COMMANDOR152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlA2SnZdQj4
They won't even know it happened.
RIGGS152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwMKL6LpgPv
What about the off-grid targets?
COMMANDOR152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2FTx4khYuM
We've got eyes everywhere. No one's off-grid anymore.
VERONICA HALE (without looking up)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK2HQaeL5Bh
We warned them. No attachments. No survivors.
The Commandor leans forward, his voice turning deadly calm.
COMMANDOR152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrHfYupY6Xf
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—152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5U0EBnqW8F
BUZZ. INCOMING CALL: LENA BROOKS
He answers instantly.
JAMES (into phone)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTU40kee01O
Lena. Where the hell have you been?
LENA (V.O.)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ41BQJse3gk
James. Listen to me. Something's happening. They've activated Clean Sweep.
James freezes.
JAMES152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu2DvhweF88
Clean Sweep? That's not possible. That protocol was buried years ago.
LENA (V.O.)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlL2u6XVT7e
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.
JAMES152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBtlJMcqQmB
What kind of file?
LENA (V.O.)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWOJkR2GI73
An internal directive. Short, redacted. But clear enough. The words "Activate Clean Sweep"... and a list of names.
James stiffens.
JAMES152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEkReDzoTuE
Who signed the order?
LENA (V.O.)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeyQUEKIEF8
That's the thing. It wasn't Voss.
JAMES152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlmA42bvXYc
What?
LENA (V.O.)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNW5SDTQFl0
The order came from someone called The Commander. No file trail, no ID match. Not even Voss's clearance could override it.
JAMES152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdnDUhu0WTC
But Voss runs OMNI. You and I both report to him.
LENA (V.O.)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeJX68KkbpQ
Exactly. That's what terrifies me. If he didn't issue it, someone above him did. Or outside the chain entirely.
JAMES152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdaxfZBxIOK
What about you? Are you on the list?
LENA (V.O.)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1YrNuBKR4x
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.
JAMES152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9p7RJ88zuI
Where are you now?
LENA (V.O.)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAGuob2ZJom
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.
JAMES152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbwtEbaV3XU
Lena?
LENA (V.O.) (voice distorting)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrUq6NmFUM3
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.
COMMANDOR152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPompSthlCt
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 ARMITAGE152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAlDsoqmE4W
Understood, sir.
MONTAGE – CLEAN SWEEP IN MOTION
INT. SUBWAY STATION – NIGHT152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfFPFRrKe70
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. – NIGHT152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRkURg55PhN
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.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡazSkdO04oD
A KNOCK at the door. He peers through the peephole—sees a DELIVERY MAN. He opens the door—152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCVYzuMw8ip
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 – NIGHT152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4oZ5BdeVuy
Dimly lit. A woman in a grey trench coat walks briskly toward her car, heels echoing. She fumbles for her keys.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL6YeZskD6f
VOICE (O.S.)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlEDH4Zfycx
You always said they'd come for us.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡelBzkUUT7Z
She freezes. Looks behind her. A SHADOW emerges—tall, suited. No badge, no name.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoTgF59N8tV
WOMAN152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeWg49obxre
We did what they asked.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUb2q2s35um
MAN152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKnBdyGv9rv
And now they're tying loose ends.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0DDQsFW4Bs
TWO SHOTS. She drops. The man walks past, disappears into the shadows.
INT. CAFE – BERLIN – NIGHT152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhUmxUjqYKe
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.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjSm17sMhu6
OLD MAN152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjNOI2NHlfJ
Langley didn't send you, did they?152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4xPqEvpc8H
She leans in, her voice cold:152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL5Pifc12BG
WAITRESS152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfViSmL4qGP
No. OMNI did.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbaWoc6VYS2
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 – NIGHT152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ8Rg77SRyF
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.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVB3D7FJNKy
CRASH. The window shatters — two masked figures burst in.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOcVNnEOM7t
MAN (yelling)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPdIzpvvLX9
Wait! I'm not even on the grid anymore!152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvkecTTCpT0
No answer. They open fire. A quick, brutal exit. Silence.
INT. SUBWAY – LONDON – NIGHT152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGhmcRDgKQM
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:152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbFWCFnFP7d
A folding utility knife in a plastic pack.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNLWmLOjQS6
A pair of steel pliers, hanging beside it.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLKEocA1Xm2
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIppFwgNyCQ
Mind if I use your bathroom?
The cashier shrugs, uninterested, and jerks a thumb toward the back.
CASHIER152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFcS4QBClz0
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 ANALYST152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8c1izXyo1f
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.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr2NnwR3pIh
(on screen: charred remains of the vehicle)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXbwdW6dnRl
We managed to recover a fragment of DNA. Preliminary results point to a positive match—James Melen.
AGENT TYLER (murmuring to Maya)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Ygkmeq2vM
A guy like that dies in a fireball and it's ruled an accident? That's either bad luck or—
AGENT DALE (interrupting)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLZdvacCfm6
—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 ANALYST152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡagKk9evxHx
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq4kBy9KM5W
That's the third "accident" in two weeks. That NSA tech in Baltimore. The contract courier in Virginia. Now this?
AGENT TYLER152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRZTBHyijuC
You think they're connected?
Dale shrugs, already checking his phone, uninterested.
AGENT DALE152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGT0zvDP94i
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 ANALYST152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnQBR9qN2lb
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFJ0VDmRyqB
Morning, Lena! That your little sunshine?
LENA BROOKS (smiling, holding Mia's hand)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzSAPJP2knO
Sure is. Say hi to Mrs. Kaplan, Mia.
MIA (10)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuWDg1NBxgi
Hi, Mrs. K!
MRS. KAPLAN152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBWZT2KQtT5
She's getting so big! You ladies off to the mall?
LENA'S MOTHER (GRACE BROOKS)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDns9BobBL9
Girls' day out. Shopping, then some lunch. Nothing fancy.
MRS. KAPLAN152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Smiroo888
You deserve it. Haven't seen you smile in a while, Lena.
LENA (pauses, then smiles)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ15SrdjkAT0
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiqBRNfToSO
Status check?
FIELD AGENT (CODY RENNER)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ155M7nNgAX
Visual acquired. Target entering shopping plaza with mother and child. Confirmed location: Willow Creek Plaza.
OMNI ANALYST (VOICE ONLY)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlNkBqILktL
You sure she didn't sniff you out?
CODY RENNER (chuckles)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr2qbxwTPAT
She's out the game. Civilian now. Orders from Langley?
OMNI ANALYST152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuIldNcBVN2
Director said clean. No mess. No gunfire. Just... gone.
CODY RENNER152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPtDresohHb
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 BROOKS152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi2GaifV31F
Now that's my girl. You used to dress like that in college before you went... wherever you went.
LENA (smirking)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDJQqmSnzDi
Wherever, huh?
MIA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzzJl3rpY4Z
Mommy, you look like the lady from the spy movie!
LENA (laughs nervously)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHy2QtDiUwr
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.
WAITER152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPAr5hirgia
Another round of drinks, ladies?
GRACE152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3oDQpfJbnU
Oh, why not. Celebrating my daughter actually relaxing.
LENA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW34ZdObIpD
Make mine light—just soda, please.
CODY (to waiter, calmly)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQqsMa8l2zr
I'll get theirs. Put it on my tab.
WAITER152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTUqTVdyFwb
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.)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaUjX21gVxo
Done?
CODY RENNER152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm7lExYC889
Delivery successful. T-minus ten minutes.
OMNI ANALYST152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡln3WpBZmhi
You're good at this, Cody. You should've been OMNI.
CODY (flat)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK96njzHPN0
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.
LENA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDRzRiLe6et
Mom… I—something's wrong…
GRACE BROOKS152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJePCHqHjpY
Lena?
MIA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkvFPF8WHLZ
Mommy?
Lena clutches her chest, gasping. Her glass topples over. Patrons begin to notice. Grace shouts, panicked.
GRACE BROOKS152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDDHevf2YoH
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZTOIUZxLfJ
You're gonna be okay, Lena. You hear me? You have to be…
Mia clutches her mother's hand tightly.
MIA (whispers)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUMfnNiIXWd
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡApkIGkBbFz
Didn't finish the job...
A dark figure enters the room silently. The OMNI analyst stiffens.
FIGURE (THE DIRECTOR)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb3NInATFLJ
She can't live. OMNI doesn't leave shadows.
OMNI ANALYST152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqbZ7HDaa8h
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnA29wPcOEv
Mom…?
Beside her, GRACE BROOKS jerks awake in the chair, clutching Mia, who is curled on her lap.
GRACE BROOKS152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlyn57irjP6
Lena! Baby, you're awake!
Mia stirs and sits up, rubbing her eyes.
MIA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ13IftnNsMG
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.
NURSE152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2hW9WfM985
That's odd… Her heart rate's spiking again.
A male DOCTOR approaches, concerned.
DOCTOR152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPRkVKqZWLW
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhX6boOybgG
Are these machines synced? They shouldn't—wait, check the T34 infusion rates on her IV.
NURSE152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfnTSY1fw65
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI7HHN3zoHO
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 EARLIER152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzyIQZQSkhT
The man by the sunglasses stand. Black glasses. Slight smirk. A second too long staring.
BACK TO PRESENT
LENA (softly)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW8uKdtZVbR
It was him. They know. They sent him...
GRACE BROOKS152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Mqer7Wilh
What are you saying, honey?
LENA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhJMNi6V0Wt
It was them, Mom.
She squeezes her mother's hand weakly.
LENA (cont'd)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSbsTDkvOEJ
They won't stop.
INT. HOSPITAL – HALLWAY – NIGHT
A DOCTOR whispers with a NURSE.
DOCTOR152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIbbhUbnaUN
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.
NURSE152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsWEjMVVSzi
There's no antidote?
DOCTOR152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNWj9hh4ADS
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlKlCgo1KTO
Dad… I'm sorry I left the way I did. I just wanted to protect you. I love you. Always have.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ37qr3ul1ca
(beat)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNH43bg3aVx
Tell Ryan… tell him to raise his boys bold.
Next call.
LENA (on phone)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡijh1O4aoAf
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.
MIA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡes0h0DQkZJ
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbT6eKjizkU
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡezEdK7Vj4r
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.
PATEL152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUDME7TaVyc
You know what's crazy? One of these missions — boom. We don't come back. Just like that.
QUINN152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4zxMwv2Ljo
Yeah. "Service acknowledged. Flag folded. Move on."
MCNALLY (scoffing)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCiSmFnOP7Q
I don't even have anyone to give the flag to.
LENA (low, honest)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6H2e1wfuZC
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb29tGs9xQ9
What about you, Lena? What scares you most?
Lena leans back. Takes a breath.
LENA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLFqUEm4COy
Not being able to say goodbye.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLjIyim0JnR
(beat)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡydMiV03lUr
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWOTHsno5o7
What about you, James?
He doesn't respond.
LENA (CONT'D)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8Wg0J8vXL
You scared of dying?
The group turns to look at him. He pauses, finishing what he's doing.
Finally:
JAMES152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnYIq1aiO26
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY32BvD7g1w
I don't think about fear anymore. Just... the day it comes. Like it always will.
He holsters the weapon, stands.
LENA (softly)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRjbZJamDxc
That sounds… lonely.
JAMES152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1J9cID3aQu
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0713khruQg
Please, God. Don't take her. Not like this.
A NURSE enters slowly, eyes cast down. The DOCTOR follows, clipboard in hand.
DOCTOR (softly)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdbDIBBhYaX
We did everything we could.
The heart monitor flatlines. One long tone echoes through the room.
GRACE BROOKS (sobbing)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQEnKbJEgbB
No... no, please...
Mia wakes up, sensing the shift. She looks at her mom. Then at the monitor.
MIA (crying hard)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF2v6qidae3
No! Mommy! Wake up! Mommy, don't go! Don't go!
GRACE (holding her close)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtotOZUubUO
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 ANALYST152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdbJqcliwzx
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtmxkcCyktW
Such a sweet girl… always helped me with my groceries.
NEIGHBOUR #2152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxaNu79xNGd
And her little one... poor thing. Buried her mother before her first school dance.
PRIEST (V.O.) (gently)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfhlsaJmeN4
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiH5XuRbdfd
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9y1HOYGy94
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR8sYqhe9Tx
You're Lena's dad?
ROBERT (measured, unreadable)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtse7I4NdiP
I am. Robert. I… didn't know until it was too late.
ANGELA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXI3cD05u0k
She called me that night. Said she had secrets... sounded scared. Then this.
ROBERT (quietly, dismissive)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxTdXIHZpP1
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ91zH17pIQU
Why are we even here? She was just a mother, right?, what did she do?
OMNI ANALYST (cruel, smug)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHUVQhMXrXs
She was a liability.
CIA ANALYST152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF2WauZwCkm
and you killed her?
OMNI ANALYST (with finality)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQFWJlcVHo5
Clean sweep.
CIA ANALYST (curious)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyUYrIGHXzL
Clean sweep for what? who are you people?
He looks at her. Sharp. Cold.
OMNI ANALYST152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVLab0oU1VK
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.
MIA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg3H4bp4tNA
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)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbe1glo9xr6
Where?
Mia points again — but the figure is gone.
MIA152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSpBxJrNUm5
He was there... watching. Why didn't he come close?
GRACE BROOKS (kneeling, gently wiping her tears)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaRzBBeKteu
Sometimes… our hearts make us see things we want, baby. Your mommy's gone. You're just missing her.
MIA (quietly)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFVX6LIuan5
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.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxwmEIbrPOE
Same sunglasses.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6bJFTcI1U8
Hands trembling slightly, holding a single white flower.
He kneels before the tombstone:
LENA BROOKS152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpBizrSxerg
1989 – 2025152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtGoxsyvSCZ
Beloved Daughter, Brave Mother, Fierce Soul
The man places the flower gently on the grave.
MAN (softly)152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS7IjaNOI4R
It didn't have to be like this, Lena…152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQYW5xmFKLT
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]
ns216.73.217.15da2
and then Add to home screen.