Clean Sweep189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnJwPkuLXnD
Written by Ntando Dindili
HAVE A FIRST LOOK AT OMNI:CrossBadge now !!!!189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbpof3QD6dl
https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1Ao5stGfHR/189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAeM0cPzb4K
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.
GRACE189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡISCeSK9oiI
Sleep in again? You can't keep doing double shifts like this.
LENA (lightly lying)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKC0qc16NTQ
Audit week. You know banks.
MIA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsC8jKGwp43
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.
LENA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWLIvVE2iQD
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.
LENA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtDCF0vChCk
This belonged to my mother. Now it's yours. Keep it close, always.
Mia touches the charm, looking up with wide eyes.
MIA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGHTOd5BEDJ
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:189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHVnXZOwTv3
• VERONICA HALE, CIA Director — calm, steel-eyed, flipping through a thick classified folder with surgical precision.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhMzi33iHb2
• SAMUEL RIGGS, FBI Director — posture tight, fingers drumming anxiously on the table.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU896qLytve
• NATHAN BACKETT, National Security Advisor — silent, hands folded, eyes fixed on a blinking threat matrix.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5hJ1Qcges2
• 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.
COMMANDOR189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxwYgxQb7H3
We've been compromised.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqACnkm0rUS
(beat)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS9ogG68ZLW
There's no walking this back. Operation Clean Sweep goes live at midnight. Everyone connected to the project — agents, analysts, handlers — must be neutralized.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgO7052cogD
(beat)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvmSaGOACMC
Erase the past. No loose ends.
A moment of stillness. No one speaks, but tension vibrates in the silence. Then:
AGENT WEST189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPjKnzwx4tD
Sir... one complication. Lena Brooks. She's seen the Clean Sweep protocol.
COMMANDOR189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4u2pocAUrK
Handle her. Quietly.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrsP4pwCypd
(beat)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK7qgi3jFYP
Activate all dormant assets. Every cleaner, every ghost we burned into the system. Bring them online.
OPERATIVE #1 (from the shadows)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQH68HHS4t6
Sir... that includes Tier-One analysts. Clearance level red.
COMMANDOR (coldly)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNgOuMB3mNh
No exceptions. If they ever saw the plan, they die.
OPERATIVE #2189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjF4dPlSDiP
Execution protocols, sir?
COMMANDOR189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtCKtnMU4z2
Fast. Silent. Final.
GENERAL ABRAM (gruffly)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSnw07Gntr5
This'll raise flags. Washington won't sit quietly.
COMMANDOR189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQruMzQXYcN
They won't even know it happened.
RIGGS189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOXPq3sJbma
What about the off-grid targets?
COMMANDOR189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu56s51QlJN
We've got eyes everywhere. No one's off-grid anymore.
VERONICA HALE (without looking up)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ81NmgNvKPM
We warned them. No attachments. No survivors.
The Commandor leans forward, his voice turning deadly calm.
COMMANDOR189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzcHVhCCBIG
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—189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcwp0mdislT
BUZZ. INCOMING CALL: LENA BROOKS
He answers instantly.
JAMES (into phone)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTASS2Eo6Bt
Lena. Where the hell have you been?
LENA (V.O.)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5u0fJxAd1b
James. Listen to me. Something's happening. They've activated Clean Sweep.
James freezes.
JAMES189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4HPxgpmbFP
Clean Sweep? That's not possible. That protocol was buried years ago.
LENA (V.O.)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡov1PB8KXfH
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.
JAMES189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnVSYS3q1i0
What kind of file?
LENA (V.O.)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHpdMcrhMe6
An internal directive. Short, redacted. But clear enough. The words "Activate Clean Sweep"... and a list of names.
James stiffens.
JAMES189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2fNnpRZiQ2
Who signed the order?
LENA (V.O.)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJy5kraNX0B
That's the thing. It wasn't Voss.
JAMES189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHRxuYtJ8xL
What?
LENA (V.O.)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡePyOWFZAEB
The order came from someone called The Commander. No file trail, no ID match. Not even Voss's clearance could override it.
JAMES189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1FDAlV7UkL
But Voss runs OMNI. You and I both report to him.
LENA (V.O.)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGeTxAioQXF
Exactly. That's what terrifies me. If he didn't issue it, someone above him did. Or outside the chain entirely.
JAMES189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1SdDyfw2s5
What about you? Are you on the list?
LENA (V.O.)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsAe02pQKSA
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.
JAMES189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO7IacmM5OS
Where are you now?
LENA (V.O.)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHwXvgts7xT
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.
JAMES189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2QAN08n7Iw
Lena?
LENA (V.O.) (voice distorting)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnXA3RdjpyP
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.
COMMANDOR189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5UYzr6g57u
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 ARMITAGE189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWuFXBKb3WZ
Understood, sir.
MONTAGE – CLEAN SWEEP IN MOTION
INT. SUBWAY STATION – NIGHT189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiuSCyBcn5j
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. – NIGHT189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡif5iz7fM8L
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.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpu98OC07PA
A KNOCK at the door. He peers through the peephole—sees a DELIVERY MAN. He opens the door—189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpmtHnBVi2t
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 – NIGHT189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAG76d2sZTf
Dimly lit. A woman in a grey trench coat walks briskly toward her car, heels echoing. She fumbles for her keys.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0UBmTABORc
VOICE (O.S.)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjRIV20Na0m
You always said they'd come for us.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSrU7JPpF2S
She freezes. Looks behind her. A SHADOW emerges—tall, suited. No badge, no name.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqLIgEbAAOm
WOMAN189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ71n8lCnpEm
We did what they asked.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlr7T6MemiP
MAN189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOnkwsscFtp
And now they're tying loose ends.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnTSy5iY8AU
TWO SHOTS. She drops. The man walks past, disappears into the shadows.
INT. CAFE – BERLIN – NIGHT189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6e2fHE3i3s
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.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY7Eh3eAkSy
OLD MAN189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv2IyQ6eM1X
Langley didn't send you, did they?189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEz3l56F7DV
She leans in, her voice cold:189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuTHqBZkxCq
WAITRESS189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzR8lXjsCi7
No. OMNI did.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBU6zYnSSHr
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 – NIGHT189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ39ICbmI9JC
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.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvyIMRO7H0V
CRASH. The window shatters — two masked figures burst in.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Dorwcgnrf
MAN (yelling)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKLCMU4kDo5
Wait! I'm not even on the grid anymore!189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFLfW9nUcgt
No answer. They open fire. A quick, brutal exit. Silence.
INT. SUBWAY – LONDON – NIGHT189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHRwfhZnvJ5
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:189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoFO6ZRqjGh
A folding utility knife in a plastic pack.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDs8YFtZliF
A pair of steel pliers, hanging beside it.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsbeaCKOVwz
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHj0iLHqq99
Mind if I use your bathroom?
The cashier shrugs, uninterested, and jerks a thumb toward the back.
CASHIER189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3m5PzP7IDa
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 ANALYST189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl6LhzzRKWR
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.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKGSf6c3kQz
(on screen: charred remains of the vehicle)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2CsEgsDeTT
We managed to recover a fragment of DNA. Preliminary results point to a positive match—James Melen.
AGENT TYLER (murmuring to Maya)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡONHZg9rwoS
A guy like that dies in a fireball and it's ruled an accident? That's either bad luck or—
AGENT DALE (interrupting)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaMSRqOmpYU
—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 ANALYST189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDIU0H2b1jJ
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgnLdeQf1Mh
That's the third "accident" in two weeks. That NSA tech in Baltimore. The contract courier in Virginia. Now this?
AGENT TYLER189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgoWggM1f5h
You think they're connected?
Dale shrugs, already checking his phone, uninterested.
AGENT DALE189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0c2PRdy09e
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 ANALYST189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp3GvmnLUMC
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfAs5NlZ530
Morning, Lena! That your little sunshine?
LENA BROOKS (smiling, holding Mia's hand)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ao4Y6FQoQ
Sure is. Say hi to Mrs. Kaplan, Mia.
MIA (10)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO4FmIacg6J
Hi, Mrs. K!
MRS. KAPLAN189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFSBj4emXa9
She's getting so big! You ladies off to the mall?
LENA'S MOTHER (GRACE BROOKS)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPK11btFDbg
Girls' day out. Shopping, then some lunch. Nothing fancy.
MRS. KAPLAN189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡefagnq5MGC
You deserve it. Haven't seen you smile in a while, Lena.
LENA (pauses, then smiles)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKWK5OvYY7j
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdoQYLCXNIO
Status check?
FIELD AGENT (CODY RENNER)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkaiCZWLd6c
Visual acquired. Target entering shopping plaza with mother and child. Confirmed location: Willow Creek Plaza.
OMNI ANALYST (VOICE ONLY)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFRHssUCIR4
You sure she didn't sniff you out?
CODY RENNER (chuckles)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJAO2EFHTpF
She's out the game. Civilian now. Orders from Langley?
OMNI ANALYST189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpNbfcq4TP4
Director said clean. No mess. No gunfire. Just... gone.
CODY RENNER189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsbduK8Ioti
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 BROOKS189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqmdBQ3RmMW
Now that's my girl. You used to dress like that in college before you went... wherever you went.
LENA (smirking)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT00Q1mNRSM
Wherever, huh?
MIA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTynyai3OnO
Mommy, you look like the lady from the spy movie!
LENA (laughs nervously)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu5VHPgi4O6
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.
WAITER189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuZQNEKatVL
Another round of drinks, ladies?
GRACE189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpIMTi2lGsA
Oh, why not. Celebrating my daughter actually relaxing.
LENA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRWgUrnqzoX
Make mine light—just soda, please.
CODY (to waiter, calmly)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Lj84YTilt
I'll get theirs. Put it on my tab.
WAITER189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTStfuv20Sk
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.)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZFivEjOa9t
Done?
CODY RENNER189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaqGzjGGT3E
Delivery successful. T-minus ten minutes.
OMNI ANALYST189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzyYAT3dZRi
You're good at this, Cody. You should've been OMNI.
CODY (flat)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFQF6dhkDEY
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.
LENA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjiVL6HILr9
Mom… I—something's wrong…
GRACE BROOKS189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ262optMtjj
Lena?
MIA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe5CVEWwXwL
Mommy?
Lena clutches her chest, gasping. Her glass topples over. Patrons begin to notice. Grace shouts, panicked.
GRACE BROOKS189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7kfrAkonPY
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqSxUVbDWoj
You're gonna be okay, Lena. You hear me? You have to be…
Mia clutches her mother's hand tightly.
MIA (whispers)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeWosjoDmxn
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCfws550dq2
Didn't finish the job...
A dark figure enters the room silently. The OMNI analyst stiffens.
FIGURE (THE DIRECTOR)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDk2jSzULoM
She can't live. OMNI doesn't leave shadows.
OMNI ANALYST189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrhj9gfJU1b
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI3VOi1KDmd
Mom…?
Beside her, GRACE BROOKS jerks awake in the chair, clutching Mia, who is curled on her lap.
GRACE BROOKS189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ59fr9IFo2w
Lena! Baby, you're awake!
Mia stirs and sits up, rubbing her eyes.
MIA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLNKbU88bYX
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.
NURSE189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPvVcqTgp9L
That's odd… Her heart rate's spiking again.
A male DOCTOR approaches, concerned.
DOCTOR189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡocJuMpBoVS
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyWm3OAp2en
Are these machines synced? They shouldn't—wait, check the T34 infusion rates on her IV.
NURSE189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqQUMgAz1vF
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHkqV954CHx
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 EARLIER189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz7sZIHBgcV
The man by the sunglasses stand. Black glasses. Slight smirk. A second too long staring.
BACK TO PRESENT
LENA (softly)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQd5Gyn1HXk
It was him. They know. They sent him...
GRACE BROOKS189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY46reojS6r
What are you saying, honey?
LENA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcxHbvJiD0i
It was them, Mom.
She squeezes her mother's hand weakly.
LENA (cont'd)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN1by9Mdh2M
They won't stop.
INT. HOSPITAL – HALLWAY – NIGHT
A DOCTOR whispers with a NURSE.
DOCTOR189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5xuhI7ZWmE
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.
NURSE189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM2VLxtUxGM
There's no antidote?
DOCTOR189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXKv5Y3lopK
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzkTSLUJxer
Dad… I'm sorry I left the way I did. I just wanted to protect you. I love you. Always have.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuppaITwjkz
(beat)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6vs0sjUrE3
Tell Ryan… tell him to raise his boys bold.
Next call.
LENA (on phone)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIyz6RK4Jm2
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.
MIA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLzYJcdLXqu
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8BWGxXv6KZ
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9G7rqexVcZ
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.
PATEL189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbqe8cEAaPj
You know what's crazy? One of these missions — boom. We don't come back. Just like that.
QUINN189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9CynyCkzyA
Yeah. "Service acknowledged. Flag folded. Move on."
MCNALLY (scoffing)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlBRBp9Zu1V
I don't even have anyone to give the flag to.
LENA (low, honest)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlFTDEVMxe9
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkn3p0Q6Gsr
What about you, Lena? What scares you most?
Lena leans back. Takes a breath.
LENA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ53ouV2cnfC
Not being able to say goodbye.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCGnszy6ove
(beat)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA0FnlQiwvL
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRN60HJbcY9
What about you, James?
He doesn't respond.
LENA (CONT'D)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxm7ojGxavf
You scared of dying?
The group turns to look at him. He pauses, finishing what he's doing.
Finally:
JAMES189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwz5dpJE93G
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCn6bvn4xIJ
I don't think about fear anymore. Just... the day it comes. Like it always will.
He holsters the weapon, stands.
LENA (softly)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ2BkAN5nzN
That sounds… lonely.
JAMES189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEAnTlaU9NB
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPQ7p162PVC
Please, God. Don't take her. Not like this.
A NURSE enters slowly, eyes cast down. The DOCTOR follows, clipboard in hand.
DOCTOR (softly)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqBJhHtqD3K
We did everything we could.
The heart monitor flatlines. One long tone echoes through the room.
GRACE BROOKS (sobbing)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4WW5KocGjz
No... no, please...
Mia wakes up, sensing the shift. She looks at her mom. Then at the monitor.
MIA (crying hard)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOBAG1QDiIJ
No! Mommy! Wake up! Mommy, don't go! Don't go!
GRACE (holding her close)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6EmlNuKaPg
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 ANALYST189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡixUzee2B51
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5OqTkSiGFH
Such a sweet girl… always helped me with my groceries.
NEIGHBOUR #2189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw5q9n7SHsq
And her little one... poor thing. Buried her mother before her first school dance.
PRIEST (V.O.) (gently)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNeNOmjWVSC
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtfeqFT3TIa
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy6UkYKdxU0
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaTYgqpHwC7
You're Lena's dad?
ROBERT (measured, unreadable)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Fii6N7euO
I am. Robert. I… didn't know until it was too late.
ANGELA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDYKj0GOjyg
She called me that night. Said she had secrets... sounded scared. Then this.
ROBERT (quietly, dismissive)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡblXX9SBABe
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6HJoaKoVNF
Why are we even here? She was just a mother, right?, what did she do?
OMNI ANALYST (cruel, smug)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6i1X7XdfTD
She was a liability.
CIA ANALYST189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbYWHJiyrlR
and you killed her?
OMNI ANALYST (with finality)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡukWJ1pRuWC
Clean sweep.
CIA ANALYST (curious)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVymw2asNbj
Clean sweep for what? who are you people?
He looks at her. Sharp. Cold.
OMNI ANALYST189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD2ff6YYlEC
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.
MIA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoxDKcmeqeE
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)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOgL8IAqft
Where?
Mia points again — but the figure is gone.
MIA189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJK52n29OFb
He was there... watching. Why didn't he come close?
GRACE BROOKS (kneeling, gently wiping her tears)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkUmI5PQIrZ
Sometimes… our hearts make us see things we want, baby. Your mommy's gone. You're just missing her.
MIA (quietly)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdk0s07XwXD
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.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnUpP3KCHlY
Same sunglasses.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNRPwGuVO7U
Hands trembling slightly, holding a single white flower.
He kneels before the tombstone:
LENA BROOKS189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKvAKppAmRf
1989 – 2025189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGIUW0NNT2E
Beloved Daughter, Brave Mother, Fierce Soul
The man places the flower gently on the grave.
MAN (softly)189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsdj8GiIFK2
It didn't have to be like this, Lena…189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzlPgpd7Hmk
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]
ns216.73.216.45da2
and then Add to home screen.