Script
INT. Dawson's office. DAY
Dawson is sat at his desk with his head in his hands. He is reviewing over recent events in his life and how frustrated he is with his current case. His narration describes his thoughts as he sits in silence, looking distressed.
NARRATOR: I've had enough. I can't do this anymore. Recently off the force leaving behind an entire record of complete cases, I started my own agency. Just couldn't stay away from the job. No wife, always married to my profession. No kids, nobody else left. The job was all I lived for back then, but now. I've got nothing to go on. And it's killing me.
EXT. Flashbacks of crime scenes. NIGHT
Narration goes on to describe the series of murders he is trying to handle. Audience is shown flashbacks of crime scenes of previous victims, all in different locations. Flashbacks then cut to the train station crime scene with the camera focusing on the dead victim, Samantha.
NARRATOR: Three victims, all found in completely unrelated areas, different weapon, different method, no pattern in the times of death, and no relation between the victims whatsoever. This is the third one now. Samantha Scarlett. found at midnight in the train station with a dent in the back of her head. She didn't always look like that. Whoever she was, she was a fighter, there were clear signs of a struggle all over the scene. She had guts. Too bad they're all over the tracks now.
INT. Dawson's office. DAY
Dawson still sat at his desk, he turns and looks up at the suspect board. When the credits and the title ends, he is stood up looking directly at the board.
EXT. Woods. DAY
Dawson is walking through the woods, following the clue on the murder weapon left by the killer. As he comes to an abandoned building, he stands looking at it as the scene ends.
NARRATOR: All I've got to go on is the murder weapon, found next to the body. Samantha Scarlett, in the train station, with the lead piping. He left it there deliberately, he wanted me to have it, he was playing games with me and I wasn't going to lose. It led me to some kind of abandoned office. I don't know what he was expecting me to find, but I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to find out.
INT. Interrogation room. DAY
Dawson is leaning against a wall outside the room, with an aggravated and serious expression on his face. Facial expressions reflect his frustration as he tries to think over the case. He enters the room, slams the door and throws the case file onto the table. Only the suspects silhouette is visible. They both look at each other in silence until Dawson becomes increasingly annoyed.
NARRATOR: In the end it was easy to catch him, like that was what he had planned, he wanted to be caught, positive that I couldn't figure it out, and yet, different weapon, different methods, no links to the victims and no motive. I was starting to think he was probably right.