* **_TABLE OF CONTENTS**_*
1. CHAOS VALLEY
2. COLD-HOT CASE
3. THE TALE OF THE RED SPIDER LILY
> “CHAOS VALLEY”
INT. HSCC OFFICE - DAY
Sterling Smith and LANCE STARR with the EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR (ED) of the charity. Sterling, who've we already met, is a sharp-dressed man with black hair and a confident demeanor. Lance Starr, however, is a blond man with a casual style and a carefree attitude. The ED, a middle-aged man with glasses and balding hair, is visibly nervous and anxious.
HSCC ED
We were set to receive the money three weeks ago, but nothing has come up since. We've tried contacting Mr. Starlight, but he, too, doesn't understand.
STERLING SMITH
(leaning forward)
How much money are we talking?
HSCC ED
A little over six and a half million.
LANCE STARR
(nodding)
A fair amount. Sent through trucks to a private address. The only tech involvement is the route.
Lance and Sterling look at one another. They both understand everything exactly. Sterling turns to the ED.
STERLING SMITH
Where exactly do you collect the money?
HSCC ED
We have a remote location that holds and manages incoming money. It's on the East Side of town, close to here.
STERLING SMITH
And is there anything there that hints at it being a charity?
HSCC ED
I don't think I understand. Sorry?
STERLING SMITH
Logos, Marketing. Anything that tells the driver that this is the place he's supposed to be at.
The ED thinks -- He's a nervous wreck. He wipes his forehead with a handkerchief.
HSCC ED
(stammering)
Well, we have somebody at the front desk who works for us.
STERLING SMITH
For God's sake, everybody at the location works for you.
HSCC ED
I don't think I'm on the same page as all of you.
LANCE STARR
There is many problems with physical sending money. If someone can change the route the drivers have to go through, the drivers are as good as clowns. Your money was stolen.
The ED, defeated, holds his head in acknowledgment of the grim reality. He sighs and looks at the detectives with pleading eyes.
STERLING SMITH
Do you happen to know information about the people responsible for the delivery?
HSCC ED
(slowly recalling)
It's C&C Transport. From what I heard, Mr. Starlight invested in this company and their primary focus is to deliver money to other organizations. Here, I can get you the address and papers.
The ED takes a small stack of papers from his drawer and hands it over to the two detectives. Lance picks it up and analyzes it. Sterling takes a glance and raises an eyebrow.
STERLING SMITH (PRE-LAP)
An entire company dedicated to money delivery?
INT. C&C OFF-SHORE FACILITY - DAY
BY THE COAST SIDE: The smell of ocean water blows past in the swift wind. Seagulls are flying and squawking overhead. Sterling and Lance find themselves before an isolated warehouse -- tall, navy blue, with perfectly cut edges. There are multiple warehouses around them, all exactly alike, except for being numbered in a light yellow. THIS ONE IS 12. A sign above the door reads C&C Transport. A security camera is mounted on the wall, but it looks broken.
STERLING SMITH
Is this the place?
LANCE STARR
Positive. South beach Road, C&C Off-Shore Offices, Warehouse 12.
Lance raises up a notecard with the address written in sharp black and compares the locations side by side.
STERLING SMITH
Is that what the signs said, or the GPS? Cause if it's the latter, we could be in Antarctica right now.
LANCE STARR
(playing with the joke, but more mocking)
There are beaches in Antarctica?
STERLING SMITH
I'm counting the coastline as one. Why is the door open, though?
LANCE STARR
Beats me. Makes my job a heck of a lot easier.
The detectives step into the dimly lit warehouse. Large stacks of boxes rest against the back wall. Rows of wooden desks, each paired with a rolling chair and an LED monitor, create an unexpected office ambiance. Beside every computer, a three-drawer cabinet. A few papers and pens are scattered on the desks, but nothing else. The place looks deserted. The duo wastes no time searching the place - every drawer, cabinet, and computer file. They move swiftly and quietly, like trained professionals. Sterling's phone interrupts the search.
STERLING SMITH
Sorry, it's Dad.
(picks up the call)
Hello? Yes. Yeah, I met up with the director. No, he set us on a lead. Lance and I are investigating that right now. Listen, can I call you back in fifteen? I just need some time to investigate. Alright, thank you. Love you too.
Lance opens a drawer and... Nothing, another dead end. He slams it shut and moves on to the next one.
LANCE STARR
What did he call for? Office work or Dad work?
STERLING SMITH
Something about Luna. He finds it odd that she's taking Indra with her on her sick day.
Sterling opens a file -- BINGO. The words HSCC stand out in bold on the yellow folder. Inside, a shipment date along with addresses.
LANCE STARR
Who's Indra again?
STERLING SMITH
The new guy, black hair, Luna's height. Looks like everyone else actually. Anyway, come check this out. I found something.
Lance stops and peers over Sterling's shoulder.
STERLING SMITH (CONT'D)
A list of all the shipments to HSCC in the past year, including the one due three weeks ago.
LANCE STARR
Still has the correct address. When was this printed?
Sterling flips to the front of the file.
STERLING SMITH
July 7th, 2024, well before the shipment.
LANCE STARR
Then there still is a possibility someone changed the address before the shipment went out. I mean, this page has to come from some spreadsheet in these computers.
STERLING SMITH
If the address is already printed, then the drivers shouldn't go to the wrong location.
LANCE STARR
No, I get that, but my hypothesis seems more plausible. In fact, I'm willing to bet on it.
STERLING SMITH
Oh you don't want to bet with me. You might end up broke and homeless.
LANCE STARR
Doesn't scare me. Fifteen hundred.
STERLING SMITH
Bet.
The two shake hands on it.
LANCE STARR
Don't back down when you lose.
STERLING SMITH
The difference is that I can actually pay the bet if I lose; you can't.
LANCE STARR
I wouldn't be too sure about that.
CLOSE IN on outside the warehouse, a bigger person, possibly a worker based on how he's dressed, walking into the warehouse. He has a blue collared-shirt, beige pants, and a sturdy black belt around his waist.
WORKER
Hey! You two aren't supposed to be in here.
Almost simultaneously (probably muscle memory), both of them flash their Police ID's.
STERLING SMITH
--Tampa Valley Police--
LANCE STARR
--The Police--
The worker immediately stops and extends his hand in apology.
WORKER
I am so sorry. I didn't know the police were going to show up. My name is Alphonso Christenbury. I work here at C&C. If you don't mind me asking, how and why are you two here?
LANCE STARR
The door was left open.
STERLING SMITH
And we're investigating an incident revolving around stolen money that possibly could've occurred here.
ALPHONSO CHRISTENBURY
Stolen money? I assure you, sir, that this company didn't steal any money.
STERLING SMITH
We didn't say the company did... although that is a possibility. Can we ask you a few quick questions?
Alphonso hesitates, cautious of Sterling's demeanor.
ALPHONSO CHRISTENBURY
Sure. Go ahead.
STERLING SMITH
Do you know who was set to deliver money to the HSCC? Preferably, a name if you could.
ALPHONSO CHRISTENBURY
Well, I couldn't tell you the name. I just work on making sure the system is up and running. See, our drivers use an app that tells them where they need to go and it's my job to make sure the location gets to the driver.
STERLING SMITH
(pause)
Say that again.
ALPHONSO CHRISTENBURY
It's my job to make sure-
STERLING SMITH
No, not that. You said the drivers use an app. Like a GPS?
ALPHONSO CHRISTENBURY
Well, yes, there is a GPS built into the app. But it's mainly to let the driver know where they need to be heading. They get the information from the database.
Lance taps the desk in victory.
LANCE STARR
I want the money at my desk by Friday. Cold hard cash. None of this online wallet garbage going around.
STERLING SMITH
What are you, an Italian mobster?
(re; Alphonso)
Is it possible for you to give me access to the database?
ALPHONSO CHRISTENBURY
I'm sorry, sir, that's not up to me. Company policies prohibit sharing this information.
STERLING SMITH
Ah crap. I need a warrant. The worst part of the job. Do you have another solution, Lance?
Lance shrugs.
LANCE STARR
I'm not sure the Chief will let me do it.
STERLING SMITH
And after that stupid argument with him, he's not going to listen to me for another week.
Sterling's phone rings again.
LANCE STARR
Speak of the devil.
Sterling looks at his phone screen in confusion.
STERLING SMITH
Nope. It's Indra.
(picks up the call)
Hey, did the mission go alri-
INDRA SUZUKI (VOICE OVER)
Luna's going crazy! She's attacking Burgesson. Where are you? I need you here at the theatre now!
STERLING SMITH
Woah, woah, woah. Calm down. Luna's doing what?
Lance looks sharply at Sterling with Luna's name comes up. Almost like he expected this to happen.
INDRA SUZUKI (VOICE OVER)
Burgesson was being an a-hole the entire play and Luna just flipped out. She keeps shouting and pushing him. I think she's about to kill him if someone doesn't show up NOW!
STERLING SMITH
Okay. Just keep Luna away from Burgesson. I'm sending backup. Just wait five minutes.
INDRA SUZUKI (VOICE OVER)
Tell whoever you're sending that five minutes isn't good enough!
Sterling hangs up the phone in a rush.
STERLING SMITH
Lance, I need you to go down to Burgesson Theatre. The main theatre. Apparently, Luna's lost it or something.
LANCE STARR
Well, if you send Luna to Burgeson Theatre, of course she's gonna lose it.
STERLING SMITH
I just don't have time for this. Get down to the theatre and diffuse the situation. I'm gonna stay here and continue looking.
(remembers)
And don't let the media get a whiff of that scene.
INT. BURGESSON THEATRE - DAY
JAM-PACKED THEATRE: Everyone that thought to visit the theatre today (curious onlookers), crowded around the main theatre, forming a chaotic semi-circle around the main stage, with the closest person being quite a distance away from the scene. In the distance, LUNA's screams reverberated -- furious and disgusted, all directed towards VAN BURGESSON. CLOSE ON Luna Starlight forcefully pinning Burgesson against the wall (I swear to God if any one of you takes this in sexual way...). There is fury and venom in her voice. The hat that has all her hair tucked in is about to fall off.
LUNA STARLIGHT
I swear to God. You did this on purpose! You changed it on purpose!! What did he do? What did he do? Answer me, you f-
ENTER Lance through the front of the theatre, forcefully pushing his way through the crowd.
LANCE STARR
Move. Move it. Tampa Police. Move.
Lance pushes quite a few people out of the way. He sees some familiar pattern in the crowd, mostly stupid tourists He ignores them and focuses on the scene.
LANCE STARR (CONT'D)
Alright! Make way. Clear a path.
Lance clears a path, making his way to the front of the theatre just as Luna continues her tirade. As Luna continues her fit, Indra attempts to intervene. He is holding Luna's arm, trying to pull her away.
LUNA STARLIGHT
--You liar! You're lying about everything! About me! About Shiva! About everyone! --
INDRA SUZUKI
(trying to push back Luna)
Luna! Calm down. Back away-
LANCE STARR
(interjects)
Luna, break it up.
Lance positions himself between Luna and Burgesson, pushing them apart. Luna continues to scream, but Lance quiets her down.
LANCE STARR (CONT'D)
(with confusion)
Calm down, Luna. The hell's the matter with you?
LUNA STARLIGHT
He-
LANCE STARR
Uh-uh. Look I don't wanna hear it. Go take a breather. The concession stand is open. Buy some... Popcorn or something, I don't know.
Luna storms away with audible huffs. The crowd eyes her on the way out. Burgesson adjusts his coat and collar. tries to smooth his hair and glasses, but they are still crooked.
VAN BURGESSON
Detective, I assure you, that I am--
LANCE STARR
(with a harsh glare)
Not asking for your input right now!
(re; Indra)
You're the new kid, Indra, right?
INDRA SUZUKI
Yes, sir. You are?
LANCE STARR
Lance Starr. Listen, I know you came here with Luna and everything, but I need an honest story from you. Who attacked who? Why? And how many people saw it?
Indra hesitates. He looks at Burgesson, then at Luna, then at the crowd. He doesn't know who to trust.
LANCE STARR (CONT'D)
Indra?
INDRA SUZUKI
Well, we were watching the play, but something kept feeling off. Luna was muttering something, but I couldn't hear her. That was until she flipped out on Burgesson. She kept yelling that the story was wrong. That he changed it on purpose.
VAN BURGESSON
Of course, but I said that I wrote this story based of true testimonies. Everything I wrote is some basis of truth.
INDRA SUZUKI
Wait. That's not tr-- That's not what he said. You're a liar. You said you didn't write the story. That's the problem. He keeps lying, playing it off like he didn't. He started the problem!
Indra tries to lunge at Burgesson, but Lance intervenes. He grabs Indra by the collar and pulls him back. He gives him a stern look.
LANCE STARR
Alright, calm down. I don't need two officers losing their minds.
VAN BURGESSON
Just to clear my name, I told Miss Luna that she can change the story any time she sees fit. If anything, she started the problem. I was just doing my job.
Lance stomps towards Van, his taller stature overpowering Burgesson. He speaks in a low, threatening voice.
LANCE STARR
If you just did your job right, then there wouldn't be a problem. You see all those people looking at you. If this news hit the media, even the slightest bit, both you and this company are screwed to levels unimaginable. So, do me a solid, and shut up.
VAN BURGESSON
(gulps)
Of course, Detective.
Lance exhales. He turns around and faces the crowd -- People taking pictures and videos with their phones.
LANCE STARR
Indra. I got a job for you. Round up all these people and get them moving. But don't let them leave just yet. They know a little too much to be let go.
INDRA SUZUKI
How am I supposed to do that?
LANCE STARR
Find a way. That's your job. I'll check on Luna.
INDRA SUZUKI
Yes, sir!
Indra exits the scene, and Lance sneaks out to the left end of the theatre, following Luna's path... He gets a call: STERLING SMITH.
LANCE STARR
Yo. What'd you call for?
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
Did everything go alright at Burgesson?
LANCE STARR
Eh. As well as it should have. Apparently, Burgesson was showing a faux re-enactment. That's why Luna freaked out.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
Have you talked to her?
LANCE STARR
No, I'm about to do that now. What about you? Find any new lead on the case?
WITH STERLING: Sterling stands outside the warehouse, now sprawling with a few dozen people. Trucks go in and out of the facilities in the background. He looks frustrated and impatient.
STERLING SMITH
Nothing so far. I asked HQ for a warrant, but that's going to take forever. I'm having Alphonso show me the trucks that were involved. I'll call you if I find anything new.
LANCE STARR (VOICE OVER)
Alright. Over.
AT BURGESSON: Sterling hangs up. Lance reaches the CONCESSION STANDS and finds Luna sitting on a small red couch against the wall. Beside her, a feast of junk food -- three large containers of popcorn, two cups of soda, 4-5 hotdog trays stacked up high, and dozens of candies scattered across the cushion and floor. The stains on her shirt flash like an eye sore while Luna has a look of misery and guilt. Luna spots Lance, who looks at her in disbelief, and wipes the grease off her stuffed face.
LANCE STARR (CONT'D)
(stammering)
I asked you to get something to eat, not the entire pantry. Do you want a fettuccine with that too?
LUNA STARLIGHT
What do you want?
LANCE STARR
What do I want? Some answers! What the hell were you thinking back there? Are you tryna get us in trouble? That entire room right now knows who you are and if you think they're going to keep their mouths shut, then you can dig yourself a grave.
Luna's faces twists into an awful frown.
LUNA STARLIGHT
What did you want me to do? Just sit there while he...
Luna freezes. Lance takes a sits opposite her.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
You know what he did? He lied. He's out here lying to everybody who came here to learn the truth. Do you hear what they're saying? Shiva is a villain? A criminal? That he and I shouldn't be together! I'm supposed to sit there and let him mock my dead husband for his amusement? Is that what makes you happy Lance?
LANCE STARR
No one said to not get mad, but at least, control it a little. You could've reported it to the police.
LUNA STARLIGHT
And do what? Let the Chief sit and say, “Hmm... Luna, what happened at Burgesson Theatre has already been resolved. There's nothing more to it.” Does that make you happy? Of course that makes you happy Lance. Of course, it does. I'm sure you hate Shiva too. All because you couldn't marry me.
Lance bobs his head down in soreness, letting out a deep breath.
LANCE STARR
(extended take)
Oh my God!
(lifts head up)
Since you and your feeble mind can't understand it, I'll explain it like you're a toddler. You're here under no direct order from Chief. You understand that? You are lying to Chief to be here. And that stunt you pulled.
(MORE)
LANCE STARR (CONT'D)
There are a billion lunatics out there, who would rather watch you get rolled over than shut up, waiting behind that door. If a single one of them speaks, we're both 'effing screwed. You're screwed. I'm screwed. Everybody in the agency's screwed! You want that?
Luna backs up in guilt. She shakes her head and looks down.
LUNA STARLIGHT
(with guilt)
No.
LANCE STARR
So, here's the solution. I'm going to do my best to keep these hooligans' to keep quiet. But don't come crying to me if Fox News starts making headlines. Got it?
LUNA STARLIGHT
Yeah...
Lance stands up, but Luna remains stated.
LANCE STARR
For the record, I was the one who declined the marriage offer.
LUNA STARLIGHT
No. You're lying.
LANCE STARR
Call your Dad and check.
Lance's phone rings.
LANCE STARR (CONT'D)
Crap. Sterling again. Alright, don't try to waste that food and... Remember what I said. Don't come crying if it doesn't work.
ONE-SHOT: FOLLOW Lance leaving the scene, through the theatre, and out to the front. He picks up the phone.
LANCE STARR (CONT'D)
Before you ask, no, I didn't lower any-body's self-esteem.
STERLING SMITH
Oddly specific. I got a lead on the case.
LANCE STARR
Alright, one second.
(re; Indra)
Indra. I got an idea. Stupid, but it might work. Tell every single one of these people that the person there was named “Vivi,” a super-fan of Luna Starlight. Make up a whole story. Tell 'em that she was there during the Burgesson event, she met Luna many times in person, whatever you need to. But tell them one thing in particular: the first person to find this person “Vivi” will receive a cash price of one million dollars.
INDRA SUZUKI
A million? Do we have one million dollars to give?
LANCE STARR
Do we have a Vivi for them to find? First lesson from me, kid, the average human being is stupider than the measure of stupid. Always use that to your advantage.
Indra's head folds and spins trying to comprehend the information.
INDRA SUZUKI
(mumble repeat)
The average human being is... What?
LANCE STARR
You'll learn eventually.
(re; Sterling)
Alright, hit me with it, captain. What'd you find?
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
There were two drivers -- one used a paper route, the other the app. I found a notecard in one of their trucks. It's an address to The Hills Drive -- the hotel on that street.
Lance finds himself outside the theatre, staring directly staring at the name-dropped hotel. A tall, modern building with glass windows and a neon sign. It looks expensive and exclusive.
LANCE STARR
Right outside the theatre.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
Exactly. Room 504 -- I checked out the hotel, but the receptionist told me that no one lives in that room. So, cold case?
LANCE STARR
Have you tried checking other rooms?
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
Sorry?
LANCE STARR
Shifting rooms -- I saw it in a movie once. A guy used to have people secretly deliver drugs to a hotel room, but to keep the police off his tail, he kept changing which room he was staying in.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
I think you might be onto something. I'll check that, out after my break.
LANCE STARR
Do you think you'll have enough to make a conviction?
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
I think so, but I need confirmation that the other driver went to this address as well. Do you think can help with that?
Lance begins crossing the street.
LANCE STARR
I would, but this Burgesson crap you dropped on me, I got a lot going on right now. Turns out Luna is flipping out on everybody.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
I guess that's partly my fault.
LANCE STARR
Partly? No, all. Why the hell did you send me? You're in charge of this mission.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
You're Luna's best friend, no? You've known her all her life and if there's anyone who could calm her down, or I guess “lower her self-esteem,” it'd be you. But I don't know if that whole marriage thing-
LANCE STARR
Stop. Firstly, you don't have a right to talk about that. And second, it was an arranged marriage I declined.
STERLING SMITH
Well, whatever suits you, I guess. Come down to the station. We'll meet up before we have a talk with Mr. Burgesson.
> “COLD-HOT CASE”
INT. BURGESSON THEATRE - DAY
INSIDE BURGESSON'S OFFICE: Adorned in flourishing earth brown hues that starkly contrast the ruined exterior of the museum. CLOSE ON Sterling Smith and Lance Starr seated opposite Van Burgesson at a desk.
LANCE STARR
Here we go again.
STERLING SMITH
Mr. Burgesson, we would like to remind you that everything you say can be used against you.
Van Burgesson glances awkwardly between the detectives.
VAN BURGESSON
I thought this wasn't a formal interrogation.
STERLING SMITH
It isn't, but we're still detectives at the end of the day. While this information isn't out to press yet, it can still be considered a case. So, I would recommend choosing your words kindly.
LANCE STARR
Do you want to do the good-cop, bad-cop routine?
STERLING SMITH
No. Save it for the people who actually deserve it.
VAN BURGESSON
I'm sorry. What's that supposed to mean?
STERLING SMITH
Don't worry about it. Now, Mr. Burgesson. Is it true that your re-enactment is a false retelling of the story?
Burgesson shrugs, leaning back in his chair.
VAN BURGESSON
As I said before, I based it on witness testimony. Even if it had been false, it's not entirely my doing. Nor is it on purpose.
STERLING SMITH
Alright then. Next question. Detective Indra Suzuki stated that during a conversation with Miss Luna Starlight, you made the claim that “the event made her” The event referring to the death of Shiva Starlight at Burgesson Theatre. Is that true?
VAN BURGESSON
I don't see the lie in that statement. People don't come from across the world to visit Luna Starlight because of her acting skills. They come because they want to know the truth.
A proud smile crosses Burgesson's face.
STERLING SMITH
Really? Are you sure that it's not Burgesson Theatre the act made, and not Luna?
The smile fades off.
VAN BURGESSON
I'm sorry?
STERLING SMITH
When Burgesson Theatre closed down twelve years ago, popularity rapidly declined. It was only when it reopened as a museum that people started caring. But no worries. It's not important right now. Let's go to the next question.
Sterling flips to another page of his notes.
STERLING SMITH (CONT'D)
According to witness testimony, it was reported that there was a rising disrespect from you aimed towards Luna Starlight and her career. Is that true?
VAN BURGESSON
Listen, detective. I meant no disrespect. I simply stated what I felt was the truth, and if we're talking about the quote-unquote false re-enactment, I assured Miss Starlight that she could change the story at any moment she saw fit. I don't believe there was any disrespect towards her. If the people thought Shiva was a criminal, I left it like so in the script.
Sterling leans back in his chair, a hand over his lips. He turns to Lance.
STERLING SMITH
(low)
There's nothing else we can go off. There's no evidence in any scenario. And if the people found out that was Luna.
(clicks tongue)
I don't think there's anything else we can ask him.
Burgesson places eye contact with Lance. The same wicked smile crawls up his cheeks.
VAN BURGESSON
So, I assume questioning is over?
STERLING SMITH
Yes. I presume it is. Thank you for your time, Mr. Burgesson.
VAN BURGESSON
No problem. The pleasure was mine.
Sterling stands and heads to the exit. Burgesson attempts to get up and follow him, BUT:
LANCE STARR
I've got a couple questions.
Pause.
VAN BURGESSON
You do?
LANCE STARR
Sit down, Sterling. You might want to hear these.
Burgesson and Sterling take a seat. Burgesson looks around nervously.
LANCE STARR (CONT'D)
First question: what made you move to Tampa Valley?
VAN BURGESSON
(almost laughs)
What made me move? Well, I think the answer's quite obvious, detective. This is my father's business, located in Tampa Valley. Of course, I'd be here.
LANCE STARR
Wrong.
Lance takes out his phone, conveniently open to a news article with “VAN BURGESSON” in the title.
LANCE STARR (CONT'D)
This article from three months ago said that you were in Los Angeles. And the year ago. And three years ago. In fact, you've been in Los Angeles for the majority of your time as owner. So, why now pick to come here?
Burgesson is off-put by the well-researched Lance.
VAN BURGESSON
Well... I... It was about time I started taking this theatre seriously. So I decided to pack my things and come to heart of where it all began. Tampa Valley.
LANCE STARR
Uh-huh. And where do you currently stay?
VAN BURGESSON
I fail to see how that's relevant to the case.
LANCE STARR
It's always relevant, Mr. Burgesson. And it's going to be relevant moving forward. Believe me. So, where do you stay currently?
VAN BURGESSON
I haven't fully moved yet. All my stuff got delayed so, I stay at a hotel near by. After which, I will to my new home. Far from the main city, but close enough to the action.
LANCE STARR
Could I have the name for this hotel? And room number by any chance?
VAN BURGESSON
(hesistant)
Sure. The Hills Drive Hotel, Room 414.
Sterling eyes dart up. Lance gives him the “go-ahead” look.
STERLING SMITH
Any other rooms?
VAN BURGESSON
What do you mean by that?
STERLING SMITH
No hotel lets you stay in the same room for three months straight. You've had to have moved rooms a few times.
VAN BURGESSON
Oh, of course. I understand. I have moved a handful of times, but mostly on the fourth floor. Though once on the fifth floor. You couldn't imagine what a pain that was move all my stuff. Any more questions?
STERLING SMITH
(re; Lance)
You still got more in that tank or what?
LANCE STARR
Last question. A source of ours told us that you are closed on Tuesdays. What is the reason for that?
VAN BURGESSON
Closed on Tuesdays? Yes. We are. You see, this place is quite old, and we've not bothered to renovate it. We want everyone to know exactly what this place was like 12 years ago. As one would assume, that would mean this place gets quite unreliable. So, I have workers come in to help fix this place during those days.
Lance notes that down.
LANCE STARR
So, I am correct in assuming that, other than you, the only other people that enter the theatre on Tuesdays are those that you hire?
VAN BURGESSON
Correct. I hope that suffices your question.
LANCE STARR
Yes. Thank you for your cooperation.
Lance and Sterling both stand up to leave. Lance nods his head before leaving. OUTSIDE THE OFFICE: As Lance and Sterling exit Burgesson's office, they navigate through the dimly lit and labyrinthine corridors of the aging theater. Dust particles dance in the air, caught in the slivers of light seeping through worn-out curtains.
STERLING SMITH
I didn't realize this was your thing. Impressive questions?
LANCE STARR
I just came prepared.
STERLING SMITH
That last question. I remembered the old man mentioning that, but it completely slipped my mind. It actually reminds me of an investigation I want to run.
LANCE STARR
I see. But Burgesson and the missing money are connected. Who would've thought?
Sterling nods his head. The detectives emerge from the shadows into a well-lit foyer. The contrast between the opulence of the theater's past and its present decay is palpable.
STERLING SMITH
Yup. Room 504.
LANCE STARR
Are you going to push to arrest Burgesson? I mean, we have enough information to at least get him to the station.
STERLING SMITH
I'd like to investigate the hotel first. And if this place is closed on Tuesdays as well, then I'd like to run another investigation. Oh, and good news. Dad gave you permission to look through C&C's database.
LANCE STARR
He got a warrant?
STERLING SMITH
No. C&C refused to cooperate. But Dad thought something was fishy, so he's letting you do your thing although it's illegal.
They approach the EXIT DOOR, the sunlight pouring in. Sterling glances at his watch.
STERLING SMITH (CONT'D)
We've got a while 'til our break ends. Wanna catch some coffee?
LANCE STARR
As long it's not stupid Joey place across the station. Horrible.
> “THE TALE OF THE RED SPIDER LILY”
INT./EXT. 2800 GROVES ROAD - DAY
LUNA STARLIGHT'S RESIDENCE: a trendy, spacious estate from the early 2010s. A broad linen couch settled in the living room, sizable enough for an entire family, facing the a immersive TV SETUP. Between the two, an oval coffee table with an antique vase, brimmed with no flowers. Underneath, a similarly, but larger shaped red rug. Fancy decor. The type gifted by posh family members. Pristine white walls with contemporary artworks and civil photos of the Starlight family. FOCUS ON a small frame -- a short man, dressed in a large windbreaker, smiling for the camera. His hair in a messy 7:3 curtain. His skin, a slighter browner shade, but light enough as well (mixed origin) -- a smile drawn on his face. We know this man as SHIVA STARLIGHT. JUMP TO LUNA: Dancing, humming, having a good time. SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS. In the kitchen, Luna places a grilled cheese on a cast iron skillet. She turns the flame high and then opens the fridge, grabs a tomato, and then...
LUNA STARLIGHT
Ugh. Didn't know I had a bacteria fun house in my kitchen. Ooh. Kimchi.
(smells it)
Ugh! Okay, what isn't molded in my kitchen?
RING! The front bell echoes through the house.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
Oh, uh. Coming!
Luna turns off her music and runs to the front door. OUTSIDE THE FRONT DOOR: An extensive driveway running three feet down the front steps. On the sides, a floral showcase of lavenders and marigolds. A steel fence wraps around the house and behind it:
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
Indra? What are you doing here?
Indra stands behind the closed gate, waving and smiling, with a brown cardboard bag in one hand. The title reads “NAPOLI AUTHENTIC ITLIAN.”
INDRA SUZUKI
It's my lunch break, and we normally go together somewhere to eat. I brought something from that Italian place across the mall. Napoli, I think?
LUNA STARLIGHT
Awe. That's cute. You shouldn't have. How did you find where I live?
INDRA SUZUKI
Vanessa told me. Surprisingly, she knows where a lot of people live. Kind of scary. Do you think she knows where I live?
LUNA STARLIGHT
I wouldn't hold off on that thought. Come inside. This is your first time inside my house, so make yourself feel at home.
Luna opens the gate. Indra walked in, marveling at the scenery.
INDRA SUZUKI
I don't think I have that at home. Do you just happen to keep a flower shop in your driveway?
LUNA STARLIGHT
I got into a craze a couple of years ago. One flower turned into two, and two turned four, and now we're one something like number 215.
INDRA SUZUKI
215? I think this garden alone is worth more than my monthly rent.
LUNA STARLIGHT
This is why you invest in the stock market.
INSIDE: Indra places the bag down on the coffee table.
INDRA SUZUKI
I got alfredo, linguine, maccheroni di zita, four different types of carbonara, scones, and a Tiramisu Icebox Pie. Take anything you want. I got enough food to feed the entire world.
LUNA STARLIGHT
Ooh. This looks good...
Luna eyes the packaged food with a childish grin. Then, she looks up at Indra.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
Do you drink, Indra?
INDRA SUZUKI
Hmm.
INT. C&C OFF-SHORE FACILITY - DAY
A dimly lit room with rows of computers and monitors. Wires and cables run across the floor and walls. A sign on the door reads "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY". Lance sits in front of the computer, leaning back on his chair, a smug smirk up his face. Beside him, Sterling leans on the desk, analyzing the screen.
LANCE STARR
In case that Alphonso guy wasn't proof enough, here's more to rub that bet in your face. I still want my money at the end of the day.
STERLING SMITH
How'd you get into this computer? With a USB?
LANCE STARR
Sort of. It's a password reset key. You can buy them online for 20 bucks.
STERLING SMITH
That's awfully cheap.
LANCE STARR
I am using it illegally though. I guess that's the true price of it: jail.
Sterling blank-minded stares at Lance.
STERLING SMITH
Hurry this up and take screen shots.
LANCE STARR
Are we checking out the hotel after this?
STERLING SMITH
Yes. Since both drivers went to the hotel Burgesson was staying at, it means he's connected to two crimes. He has taken the money from Marx Starlight and that he's running a fake showing.
LANCE STARR
What if Marx is also involved?
STERLING SMITH
What do you mean?
LANCE STARR
He raised the money for the event and owns the company that delivers, which mind you, you thought was suspicious. What if Marx Starlight is involved in the deal?
Sterling wipes his face in anguish.
STERLING SMITH
If that's true, that would make this case worse. No one's contacted him in years. Not even the most scrutinized of media companies can find him. Let's just hope that is not the case when we get to the hotel.
Sterling turns around to leave, but freezes.
STERLING SMITH (CONT'D)
Wait. If the driver used the app, and we know the name of the driver, couldn't we use the warrant to open his phone and see the delivery history?
Lance's eyes widen.
LANCE STARR
That would be less illegal, yes. Good thinking.
STERLING SMITH
Good thinking my foot! Meet me at the hotel.
LANCE STARR
Wait, you're leaving me? I have to walk?
STERLING SMITH
Call it your karma for doing something illegal.
LANCE STARR
(holding the reset key)
I spent 20 dollars and I'm going to use it somehow.
Sterling opens the car door.
STERLING SMITH
Well, you did use it and you'll pay the price for doing it. See ya!
LANCE STARR
Wait! Don't drive away! The hotel's like four miles aw-and he's gone. Great.
INT./EXT. 2800 GROVES ROAD - EVENING
Across the coffee table, Luna and Indra have a “blast” retelling old stories. A small glass of Scotch sits in front of Indra, almost full. On Luna's end, a half-empty bottle of the same brand. While Indra is sober, Luna's face flushes an embarrassing red, with her eyes on the verge of slipping shut. Food is scattered across the table, forks and spoons alike. Luna lifts her utensil in the air with dying laughter.
LUNA STARLIGHT
And then, Lance did a back flip on the pool table... And it fell on top of the poor woman!
INDRA SUZUKI
(in comedic shock)
Oh God. Is the woman okay?
Indra awkwardly shifts his drink from side to side. The ice cubes inside clatter against the expensive glass.
LUNA STARLIGHT
Oh, she's fine. Bones of steel. But the point is, drunk Lance is a top athlete. I'm taking D1, national level recruit. One time, he-
(hiccup)
He beat everyone in... You know that game with the pointy thing, the sharp thing, you throw it a colored circle?
INDRA SUZUKI
Darts?
LUNA STARLIGHT
Yeah, that. Darts. He smoked everybody in that game. Four bottles down, that didn't stop him.
INDRA SUZUKI
Four bottles? You mean shots?
LUNA STARLIGHT
No, bottles. They were like...
Luna holds up her whisky and shakes it.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
Ye high. I'm taking ridiculous amounts of alcohol. I think he was about to pass out.
Luna laughs, taking a seat back on the couch. Indra awkwardly matches her laugh. Then, the two of them share a small silence.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
That was the old Lance though. Now... He's just a grumpy man. Work this. Work that. Leave me alone. Go do your work. I've got to file things. He's like Sterling...
Luna remembers something.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
Oh my god. Screw Sterling.
INDRA SUZUKI
Here's come the trauma dumping.
LUNA STARLIGHT
He has the audacity to ask me to go to the place where my husband was murdered. You know how frustrating that was. I just wanted to strangle him right there. But for some reason, I accepted it. And then, the guy Burgesson. That bastard... He's over here staining my husband's name. Staining my name, and then... It's my fault? My... Everybody says it. Lance told me. Sterling told me. Everyone thinks it's my fault!
Luna pauses. Indra takes a moment to breathe UNTIL:
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
Am I crazy? Am I crazy for defending my dead husband when people like Burgesson try to play him off as a crook?
(stammering)
Am I crazy for falling in love with someone who cares for me? Everyone in my life told me it was a mistake. That I could have these... Studs with diamond necklaces and designer clothes, but I chose the guy who likes he thrifted his entire salary. At least, he made me feel like somebody. He didn't make me feel like a rich girl people married for her fame. He actually cared!
Luna almost sobs. She's strong, she tells herself, fighting back tears. But she can't control it.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
I loved him. I want him back. The world says I don't love him. But I do.
Then, she leans closer to Indra and grabs his head.
INDRA SUZUKI
Luna?
LUNA STARLIGHT
Tell me you love me, Shiva.
Indra looks behind him.
INDRA SUZUKI
Who?
LUNA STARLIGHT
Just tell me once more that you adore me. It's okay. It's nothing like that stupid show at Burgesson. I do love you. I just want to hear you say it.
INDRA SUZUKI
No, you have the wrong person, Luna.
LUNA STARLIGHT
Please tell me you love me, Shiva.
Indra flushes with embarrassment. He looks down at the table and presses his head on Luna's hands.
INDRA SUZUKI
(mustering the courage)
I... I love you, Luna.
Luna squeals like a toddler, clapping her hands.
LUNA STARLIGHT
I love you too!
CUT TO:
30 MINUTES LATER. Luna rests asleep on the couch with her back turned to Indra, who sits on a dining chair, holding his full glass of whiskey above his head. He takes a small sip.
INDRA SUZUKI
Oh God. What did I do?
Indra continues drinking, one small sip at a time. Yet every sip flows down like honey -- no effect. BUZZ! A red phone vibrates on the table. Indra picks it up: a text message.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
(about to fall asleep)
Luna's phone. Sterling? I'll call him back later.
On Luna's lock screen is a picture of her, much younger and in a beige sweater, hugging another man in the pearl snow of Montana.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
That must be Shiva on her phone. They look happy.
Indra puts the phone down and looks at Luna sleeping.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
You're not crazy, Luna. The media might say one thing, but I think your love for Shiva is real. When we'd go out to eat, or on our break, you'd always tell me stories about him... How even though he never had money, he would spend as much as needed to buy a beautiful birthday present... How, despite dating you, he would work two jobs just to make minimum wage so that he doesn't feel like he's using you for your money... How he spent countless shifts for two months straight so he could buy you the cheapest wedding ring... So that on the day you tie the knot, he could slip the ring on your finger and see you smile.
A desolate smile crosses Indra's face.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
He's kinda like... He's like my sister. Never thinking about themselves. Always working so that she could provide for me. So that I could have food, a warm bed, an education, a job, a woman I could settle down with, and a family. People like them... Who don't think twice about doing things for others. I wish I could be like them. But yet, every time you talk, I wish it would be about me. I don't want to be like this. I want to help people like you, who have gone through so much pain, to be able to smile freely.
Indra laughs, but it's so forced. The pain of being selfish is eating him alive. CLOSE IN ON Luna, her eyes open, fluttering in sorrow.
LUNA STARLIGHT (VOICE OVER)
It's been only a week since I met Indra, but I feel like I've know him for so long.
(MORE)
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
Every little thing he does -- the way he dresses, the way he talks, even his smile. It's all like Shiva. But that's not a first. Many have reminded me of him, of my life all those years ago. But they're never happy. In every single memory, I'm drowning, not in water, but in fire, of the pain I felt from the moment I decided I wanted to be an actor. Indra though... He does something no other did. The only person who can take me back 12 years ago, and still keep me smiling. A serene angel. One who can melt water, rewind time, freeze fire. That's what he does to me. And every time I go home, I go to sleep praying that he can make me feel like that every day.
Luna softly closes her eyes and falls asleep.
INT./EXT. THE HILLS DRIVE - EVENING
OUTSIDE: Sterling Smith, casually dressed, rests outside the hotel doors, leaning against an old black and white stripped police car, creating a stark silhouette in the dimming light. He takes a few moments to admire the beautifully crafted hotel in it's neo-gothic architecture. Lance enters the scene, his arrival marked by the desperate gasps of exhaustion. He halts in front of Sterling, hands on his knees, struggling to regain composure.
STERLING SMITH
Congratulations, you made it. A new record, too. 33 minutes.
LANCE STARR
You try running four miles in New York level traffic. Don't you feel a little pity for me?
STERLING SMITH
I did as soon as I left. So, I got you a bottle of water.
Sterling holds a refreshing bottle of cooled water in front of Lance. The condensation drips down Lance's hand.
STERLING SMITH (CONT'D)
Arlight, come on. Let's wrap this up quick.
INSIDE THE ELEVATOR: Lance groans in refreshment.
STERLING SMITH (CONT'D)
Do you think we'll find the money?
LANCE STARR
Nope. It's been three weeks. If he got it, then it's probably in his bank account or something.
(takes a massive sip)
Do you have any more water? I chugged this thing too fast.
STERLING SMITH
There's a vending machine on every floor. Get it from there.
FIZZ! The sound of a soda can opening perfectly timed with the room door. Sterling and Lance step in. It's a spacious, two room suite, with an extensive snack bar, bathroom, and living area.
LANCE STARR
Impressive room. Spacious. Great TV setup. Comfortable bed. And a fantastic view.
STERLING SMITH
We didn't come here to praise his hotel. Now, help me find something we can use as evidence.
The two begin inspecting every corner of Van Burgesson's room. The closet, under the bed, even in the weirdest spots of the bathroom. Any remote place that could potentially be a hiding spot for our elusive criminal. Eventually though, neither one of them found anything. The room is quite abandoned, with nothing but suitcases that have no hidden clues.
LANCE STARR
There really is nothing here. Talk about a waste of 450 a night. Did you find anything?
STERLING SMITH
Not yet. All these suitcases are nothing but tuxedos.
LANCE STARR
(hums in agreement)
I guess... Shall we call it a cold case?
Sterling doesn't respond.
STERLING SMITH
Not if I found this. A ripped piece of paper from the trash can with some sort of information on it.
LANCE STARR
Ew. You put your hand in the trash?
STERLING SMITH
It's the recycling bin, actually.
Sterling begins piecing together the ripped pieces like a puzzle. The paper is ripped quite a few times, enough to destroy any suspicion, but not enough to remove the evidence. Slowly, the message written in blue ink starts unrevealing itself. A number is written on the top and an address on the bottom.
LANCE STARR
928? That's Tampa Valley's area code. So, a phone number?
STERLING SMITH
Could be.
LANCE STARR
Want to try calling it?
Sterling thinks.
STERLING SMITH
Why not? What could go wrong?
Sterling dials the number on his cell phone and it rings. And rings. And rings. Until:
VOICEMAIL
The person you are trying to reach is not accepting calls at this time. Please try your call again later.
The phone then beeps excessively.
LANCE STARR
Dead end.
STERLING SMITH
No, we have the address still. 2430 Groves Street. Isn't that where-
LANCE STARR
Luna used to live with her family. I remember. I used to live across the street and when I was a child, the first lesson my father taught was to memorize addresses. I had the entire neighborhood in my head because of that man.
STERLING SMITH
But what's 2430 Groves Street now? Doesn't Luna live somewhere else?
LANCE STARR
She does. 2430 Groves Street is still up and running, but no one is living in that house anymore. Though, this should still be enough evidence. The number is a Tampa Valley area code and the address used to be Marx Starlight's, so maybe he did steal the money?
STERLING SMITH
Yeah, I'll put up a team for his arrest. But firstly, there's something I want to check out at the theatre again.
INT./EXT. 2800 GROVES ROAD - EVENING
Luna awakes from her slumber, her eyes watery and hair frizzy. She quickly waves her hair back and forth to get back to that “natural designer” look. The soft morning light streams through the half-closed blinds, casting a warm glow on Luna's face as she stretches and yawns. The room reveals a sophisticated atmosphere. Indra walks into the living room, the plush carpet under his feet muffling any sound. Luna turns her attention to him, her eyes still adjusting to the waking world.
LUNA STARLIGHT
How long was I out for?
INDRA SUZUKI
A hour and a half.
Luna's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
LUNA STARLIGHT
An hour and a half! What happened to your shift?
INDRA SUZUKI
I called and asked for a day off. All I had to say was you passed out on your couch and that seemed to do the trick. Though I think I went overboard because they were a button away from calling an ambulance.
Luna, now fully awake, sits up and glances around the room. She gets a good look at Indra appearance, who's taken the effort to get comfortable in his new environment.
LUNA STARLIGHT
(smiles)
God, Indra. You've been staying at home for over an hour and I didn't even show your around.
Luna stands up gracefully and grabs Indra by the hand, still warm to touch, with a soft touch.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
It's a big house so be ready for a long tour.
INDRA SUZUKI
That sounds great, but before that... When you were, you know, drunk... Do you remember anything you said?
LUNA STARLIGHT
Honey, I don't remember anything I say when I'm sober. Why? Something happened?
Indra's eyes dart furiously to the side, a subtle unease in his demeanor.
INDRA SUZUKI
No, nothing. Just good memories. How about that house tour now?
CUT TO:
LUNA STARLIGHT
This is the kitchen.
Luna Starlight leads Indra Suzuki into the kitchen, a modern and well-lit space with a wood foundation and a subtle brown finish. The sleek stainless-steel appliances gleam under the soft ambient lighting. The counter tops, adorned with cutting-edge gadgets and utensils.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
This were I spent most of my time. It's a pain to cook for yourself three meals a day.
The camera captures the intricate details of the mosaic backslash and the expansive island with a built-in stove top. Luna's collection of exotic spices lines the shelves, at least that's how they appear on the outside (they're all empty). Indra Suzuki, intrigued, looks around the kitchen with admiration.
INDRA SUZUKI
Really? You can cook. I mean the place looks amazing, but I swear I saw a two feet tower of Shake-
LUNA STARLIGHT
That's for something else! A lot of people came to my house and I didn't have time to cook for all of them, so I ordered takeout. I cook most of the time. I was cooking before you came by.
INDRA SUZUKI
Really? What were you making?
LUNA STARLIGHT
A grilled cheese.
Indra looks at Luna mockingly.
INDRA SUZUKI
Just a grilled cheese?
Luna turns her head away.
LUNA STARLIGHT
Yes. I'm on a diet.
INDRA SUZUKI
(snickers)
Just say you can't cook.
LUNA STARLIGHT
It's embarrassing for a woman to not know how to do things in the kitchen in 2024.
INDRA SUZUKI
I thought 2024 was about women getting out of the kitchen. If you can't cook, you can always ask me. I can make you something.
LUNA STARLIGHT
You cook?
INDRA SUZUKI
I've been doing it for all my life. Granted, I'm not Michelin Star chef, but at least my food is edible.
LUNA STARLIGHT
I'll take up on that offer. Let's keep moving.
MONTAGE, REPEATED CUTS OF LUNA OPENING A DOOR: THE FIRST -- BATHROOM.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
This is the bathroom.
The camera pans through the spacious room with marble tiles and printed walls. The contemporary fixtures and a massive bathtub convey a sense of luxury. Indra marvels at the sight.
INDRA SUZUKI
I think this is bigger than my entire apartment.
THE GUEST ROOM: A cozy and minimalistic guest room filled with a bed, TV, and a few simple paintings. The neutral color scheme creates a welcoming atmosphere. Luna gestures towards the large window, offering a glimpse of the well-manicured garden outside.
LUNA STARLIGHT
This one of too many guest rooms in this house. I don't think I've ever seen somebody use it. It does have a great view though.
INDRA SUZUKI
How much to live in here? 'Cause I'm trying to upgrade from my lousy home.
THE PANTRY:
LUNA STARLIGHT
The greatest place in my entire home: the pantry.
The camera reveals shelves stocked with a diverse array of gourmet ingredients. A wine collection lines one wall, and a state-of-the-art coffee machine sits on the counter top. There's also:
INDRA SUZUKI
Oh, there's the pile of Shake Shac-
THE PATIO: Luna takes in a deep breath, enjoying the smooth wind and scenery.
LUNA STARLIGHT
Who doesn't love a good patio? I'm come here everyday to relax and distract myself from this world.
The camera pans across comfortable outdoor furniture and potted plants. The meticulous landscaping and the view of the city skyline add to the ambiance.
INDRA SUZUKI
It distracts from the world alright. Is this where the 215 flowers went?
UPSTAIRS: Luna opens a massive double door. Indra's face drops in disbelief. Flashing neon lights smudge across his face. The room is a vibrant explosion of colors, with neon lights outlining various arcade machines. The sound of digital music and beeping game effects fills the air.
LUNA STARLIGHT
This is the arcade room. I have every single game since the existence of the word arcade. You won't believe how many bets have been lost here.
INDRA SUZUKI
I am definitely coming back to this place on Sundays.
CUT TO Luna closing in on a door.
LUNA STARLIGHT
And finally, my room.
The camera reveals Luna's master room. Sweaty gym clothes, discarded magazines, and half-opened books litter the expansive space.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
Sorry about the mess. I don't have a lot of people come into my room. I hope it's not too small.
Indra Suzuki navigates through the maze of misplaced items, his face registering a mix of surprise and amusement.
INDRA SUZUKI
Are you kidding? What in your house is small?
Indra finds himself in the middle of the room. The bed, covered in a haphazard assortment of mismatched pillows and crumpled blankets, occupies the center of the room. A sizable vanity is cluttered with makeup products, jewelry, and various knick-knacks. Posters of eclectic art and concert flyers plaster the walls, giving the room a bohemian vibe. The window, adorned with flowing curtains, reveals a breathtaking view of the city below. This place is familiar to us: the same place Luna wakes up from her nightmares. Luna plops herself onto her bed.
LUNA STARLIGHT
Feel free to look around. There's probably not much, but I'm sure you find something interesting.
Luna's wardrobe, bursting with an overflow of clothes, spills out onto the floor. Indra takes notice. Luna begins fidgeting with her old jewelry, looking towards the window.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
Since you took the day off, I was wondering if you wanted to stay for the night. We could play a game or watch a movie. We could even go to the arcade room you were so interested in. What do you...
Indra holds a pearl white dress. The silk runs down his fingers, cold to the touch. He looks at Luna's grim face, a reflection of horror.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
Oh. You found the dress? It looks ugly.
INDRA SUZUKI
It's that dress? I didn't realize; I'm sorry. Wow. When you said the real dress was soaked in blood, I thought it was metaphorical. This thing really is stained in blood.
Luna's gaze remains fixed on the dress, and she starts to reveal a painful memory.
LUNA STARLIGHT
When I came back home, I threw my dress in the closet, locked it shut, and cried myself to sleep. I never wanted to look at that thing again.
Indra, still holding the dress, inspects the dried-up blood, its texture slowly rotting.
INDRA SUZUKI
The stain is quite old. It's really-
LUNA STARLIGHT
Gross? I know. I've been meaning to throw that thing out for years. But every time I look at, I can't seem to do it.
INDRA SUZUKI
No, it's not that.
(beat)
You know white is my favorite color.
A faint smile emerged on Luna.
LUNA STARLIGHT
That's new. Where's this coming from?
Indra goes down to take a seat in front of Luna.
INDRA SUZUKI
When I was young, I used to hate white and black. I wanted colorful things, not this bland stuff. But my sister told me that white and black are canvases.
(MORE)
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
On their own, they're plain and boring. There's nothing on them... Except for creativity. A canvas is empty, but it has potential to be colorful and vibrant. And your canvas is special. It's more than colors. It's your past.
LUNA STARLIGHT
You thought of being a poet?
INDRA SUZUKI
(laughs)
Poet? No. They don't make enough money for me to consider it.
LUNA STARLIGHT
You should. You speak really beautifully. Cheesy, but beautiful.
(beat, looks at dress)
What good is it being the past if it's hideous? A hideous painting.
INDRA SUZUKI
Who said the painting was finished?
Indra stands up and goes to the dress.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
This is only your past. I'm sure you've done a lot more in your life since then. You know, the stains follow this cool pattern. There's this cool flower you can find in Japan... The Spider Lily, I think. The red one's supposedly symbolize death and loss. I can paint over it to make it look like one.
LUNA STARLIGHT
You paint? What else do you do?
INDRA SUZUKI
Just those things really.
(beat)
Look, there's an art stop close by to here. I'm going to head there and buy some supplies. I'll be back soon.
Indra runs out the door in excitement. Luna, slow to react, tumbles behind.
LUNA STARLIGHT
Wait, hold on. Let me come with you-
INDRA SUZUKI
No need. I'll be back soon.
Indra leaves the scene. Luna leans by the windowsill. The radiant yellow waves flash through the window, illuminating one side of her face. FOCUS on the dress, hanging by a wooden hanger. Luna faces the dress, slowly realizing the beauty of it.
LUNA STARLIGHT
He's right. It is a unfinished painting.
EXT. THE HILLS DRIVE - EVENING
A PACKED STREET. IMMENSE TRAFFIC. SLOW MOVING CARS. The cars honking and hollering at one another. Pedestrians stuck on either sides of the road. CUT TO INDRA sitting inside his car, resting against the cushion. He impatiently taps his foot in a mis-mashed drum beat. Still, the traffic doesn't let him move. HONK!
INDRA SUZUKI
For God's sake! It's a red light! What am I supposed to do? God, this traffic makes New York blush.
In the corner, Indra discovers a strangely dressed man -- black trousers, trench coat, and a hat. He has his body angled against the wall as he slowly approaches Burgesson Theatre. He enters it..
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
What the-
HONK! Indra jumps up from his seat. So much so that his ancestral bloodline came back to him.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
What the heel?
(breathes out)
I thought I was about to die.
Pedal to the metal, Indra drives through the traffic finally clearing up. He reaches for his phone, and half-haphazardly, dials Sterling's number.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
(under his breath)
Come on, come on. Sterling. Pick up.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
(re; someone else)
One second.
(re; Indra)
Indra, I thought you took the day off. What are you calling for?
Indra tightly holds onto the steering wheel.
INDRA SUZUKI
So-
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
Hold that for a second. Is Luna okay?
INDRA SUZUKI
Yeah, she's fine. I think when I said she passed out, I over exaggerated what happened. Uh-Listen. I have something important to tell you.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
Can it wait ten minutes? I have some important paperwork I need do. Annoying, but important. I'll call you back-
INDRA SUZUKI
It's the Burgesson Case.
A loud thump of papers dropping can be heard through the phone.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
I'm listening.
INDRA SUZUKI
I know I shouldn't have done this, but I overheard you and Lance talking about Burgesson. You said it was closed on Tuesdays. The thing is, I saw somebody enter the theatre just now.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
It's probably just a construction worker.
INDRA SUZUKI
No. It was no construction worker. He was wearing all black. Black dress pants. Black trench coat. Black hat. And I saw him open the front door and enter. I think he might have had a key with him. This is probably a bad time, but I had to tell you this.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
Indra. Words cannot describe how good of a time this is. Can you get to the theatre?
INDRA SUZUKI
Sorry, I can't. I promised Luna something, so I've got my hands full.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
That's alright. I'm sure the investigation can wait another day. Are you sure it not someone Burgesson hired?
INDRA SUZUKI
Positive.
STERLING SMITH (VOICE OVER)
Alright, Indra. I'm going to report this over to HQ. You're a life saver. Go enjoy your date with Luna.
INDRA SUZUKI
Yeah. Thanks.
Sterling hands up. Indra takes an extended breath of air... And releases.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
Dear God. I thought this Burgesson crap would be over with.
(realizes)
Wait. Did he say date?
INT./EXT. 2800 GROVES ROAD - NIGHT.
RING! A familiar scene: Luna comes through the front doors to open the door. Indra is waiting behind the fence gate with a cardboard bag in his hand. Silhouettes of paintbrushes and pain cans can be made out from the bag.
LUNA STARLIGHT
What took you so long to come back?
INDRA SUZUKI
Have you seen the traffic? You can't drive for thirty seconds without coming to stop. Be lucky I didn't come after eight.
Indra enters the front steps and takes off his shoes.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
Listen, I talked with Sterling on the way. He told me that he wants to you meet him at the theatre tomorrow morning.
LUNA STARLIGHT
Again? No. Indra, tell Sterling I'm doing this again.
INDRA SUZUKI
No, there's no re-enactment this time. No Burgesson either. Promise. Sterling wants to collect a little bit more information before arresting Burgesson.
LUNA STARLIGHT
Oh, I heard about that.
INDRA SUZUKI
Crazy. Something about Burgesson stealing money from a charity. Speaking of which. Luna, is Marx Starlight related to you by any chance?
Luna freezes in her steps. Indra keeps moving ahead and doesn't realize until later that Luna's has stopped moving.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
Luna?
LUNA STARLIGHT
Indra? Who told you know that name?
Nervousness takes over Indra.
INDRA SUZUKI
(stammering)
Sterling told me. He was the guy Burgesson stole the money from. Is something wrong?
LUNA STARLIGHT
Oh.
(takes a breath)
Nothing. If Sterling told you, it's fine.
(beat)
Marx Starlight... He's my father.
CUT TO:
Inside Luna's room. Luna sits with a bleak face on the bed, Indra on the ground. The soft moonlight enters the room.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
I haven't talked to him in a long while. When I told my parents I loved Shiva, him and I got into a big argument. He didn't approve of Shiva. Said I should marry Lance instead.
INDRA SUZUKI
Lance? Like the Lance we know Lance? That guy?
LUNA STARLIGHT
Yes, him. But Lance declined the marriage. Him and Shiva were actually really close friends. Still, that didn't change my father's mind. After that argument, I ran away from my parents. I was an adult. I could make my own decisions. The final words I told my father was “Even if I cross hell and back, I'll never stop loving Shiva.” I just... Didn't think those words would be true.
A somber silence ensues.
INDRA SUZUKI
You came back at least?
Luna lifts her head up.
LUNA STARLIGHT
What?
INDRA SUZUKI
You said even if you went you to hell and back. I'm sure you've been through hell, but look at your life now. You've got a new job, new friends, you get live in this cool house. I think you've made it back from hell. And you never stopped loving Shiva. So, you held your promise.
Luna slowly starts laughing. Then it grows bigger with a smile.
LUNA STARLIGHT
How's it every time I want to trauma dump, you always say some cheesy thing that makes me smile? Seriously, go be a poet somewhere else.
INDRA SUZUKI
I already told you. Doesn't make enough money.
LUNA STARLIGHT
No, but... Thanks for that, Indra. Let's get working on that dress.
INDRA SUZUKI
Right. This was the design I had in mind.
Indra shows Luna an extravagant design of a Spider Lily. It's vibrant yet dark red colors match that of blood.
LUNA STARLIGHT
I'm not much of an artist, but I knew a few things about coloring. Let's get started.
ENSUE MONTAGE OF INDRA AND LUNA PAINTING OVER THE WHITE DRESS. SOFT MUSIC PLAYING THE BACKGROUND. 2 HOURS LATER: Indra and Luna stare at their finished masterpiece, hidden from us viewers. A proud smile is up their faces.
LUNA STARLIGHT (CONT'D)
It's beautiful.
INDRA SUZUKI
Yeah. I'm pretty proud of ourselves. I thought that would take forever.
They both admire the beauty of the dress in awe.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
Luna... I've only known for a while, but... When I came to the main city, I was so lost and confused. I was too scared to ask people for directions. Even back in college, I had no friends. You were the first person to be open with me, joke with me, go out to places with me, laugh at my cheesy poems.
Luna snickers.
LUNA STARLIGHT
And I'll continue to do that.
INDRA SUZUKI
I felt happy. I was becoming the person my sister wanted me to become. So, I want you to promise me something. By the end of my first year here, you'll wear that dress for me.
Luna's eyes widen.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
I know it's a selfish request, but...
Indra thinks about his own words and drowns in guilt.
INDRA SUZUKI (CONT'D)
Who am I kidding? It's so selfish. Just forget I said anything. It's selfish of me to ask that. I'll go downstairs. I'll start making food.
Indra leaves the room in embarrassment. A cross expression is visible in Luna's eyes. She looks at the dress and smiles.
LUNA STARLIGHT (VOICE OVER)
If you went through the trouble to do this for me, of course I'd wear this dress for you.
The camera pans to the dress, now embroidered in an elegant Spider Lily Flower emerging from the side of he dress, perfectly contrasting the plain white. The deep, vibrant red petals are meticulously painted, creating a stunning visual contrast against the white canvas of the fabric. Each petal seems to tell a story, a tale of resilience and transformation. Underneath the flower, the words are delicately written, “Luna Starlight, Shiva Starlight.” The golden cursive script adds a touch of sophistication. And underneath, in a smaller font but equally impactful, the words read, “Thank you, Ama Suzuki.”
EXT. BURGESSON THEATRE - DAY
Luna sits by the front steps of the theatre, scrolling through her phone (Pinterest, of course). Sterling's car rolls into the scene and he walks out.
LUNA STARLIGHT
Have you ever heard not to keep a woman waiting?
STERLING SMITH
Oh, I'm sorry. I thought 2024 was about progressivism. Did I keep you waiting too long, Detective Luna. Funny how there's no gender in that.
LUNA STARLIGHT
Screw you and your jokes. Are you sure he's not here today?
STERLING SMITH
Positive. Otherwise, my trip to the locksmith would be a waste. Ready?
LUNA STARLIGHT
As ready I could be.
The two of them face Burgesson theatre. Sterling places the key inside the door and... IT UNLOCKS!
STERLING SMITH
Here goes nothing.