Devil's Grey - Episode 7 "The Closer" [SEASON FINALE - UPDATED NOV 18th]

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DEVIL'S GREY

This is a story of Rebeca Ericson, a private detective who gets obsessed with her new case and as the time goes by, she sees that this may cost her everything. You can't fight a corrupt system... But she'll try.

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PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS SHOW IS RATED R.

It contains inappropriate language; violence and suggestion of s3x.

Even though it doesn't show explicit content.

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EPISODES

S01E01 "The New Case" »

S01E02 "And Then Comes The Paranoia" »

S01E03 "Past Crimes" »

S01E04 "Don't Fear The Shadow" »

S01E05 "The Child Who Hides" »

S01E06 "West Side Connections" »

S01E07 "The Closer" SEASON FINALE »

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S01E01 "THE NEW CASE"

The grey covers the city, under the darkness that forms Bridgeport.




Rebeca's cigarette burns in her hand. Rebeca, in her chair, stare the client, in attention. The client, in silence, observe Rebeca's reaction. What is it that she wants?

ELENA: I've never done this before. I wouldn't know how...

REBECA: You can cut to the chase. I'm not here to judge.




Rebeca takes a long smoke on her cigarette. The client is apprehensive and also hesitant.

ELENA: There's someone after me.

REBECA: Why?

ELENA: I... There's someone... Watching me. I'm not paranoid, but I can feel like a constant creeps.

REBECA: When did it start?

ELENA: Two weeks ago.

REBECA: And do you think this... Someone... Is trying to hurt you?

ELENA: I don't know. I wouldn't go near... I tried it three times and I ended up without the courage in the end.

REBECA: Elena... Do you have any reason to believe that this person behind you may have some reason to be following you?

ELENA: No. That's why I... I came here.




Elena gives a nervous laugh. Rebeca takes another long smoke on her cigarette.

REBECA: Who gave you my name?

ELENA: An acquaintance of my husband. His name is Davis.

REBECA: Ah...

ELENA: S-so...

REBECA: Go home. I'll help you.




Client stays quiet, all previous tension goes to nothing. Rebeca begins to wonder that this case will cost her.




Rebeca is with Davis, both standing in the square. Davis looks curious, she is agitated.

REBECA: What happened?

DAVIS: You're the detective.

REBECA: **** you Davis...

DAVIS: I thought you wanted this job.

REBECA: Maybe I don't.




DAVIS: Rebeca, I think you better fix your poo. I'm tired of it already.

REBECA: I...

DAVIS: You chose this. You blew up your career with the Bridgeport Police Department. Made a deliberate choice of **** with everything and almost took me with you.

REBECA: I did not come here to relive the past Davis.

DAVIS: It's not the past. All that poo is still very present in the lives of many people. Rebeca, you can not escape. Dispite what you believe, there are many people interested in your head on a tray.




REBECA: What do you mean?

DAVIS: Nothing. Doesn't matter. Get the job. But please... Take a break, stop feeling sorry for yourself and go get laid for your own sake!

Rebeca laughs. Davis remains serious.

REBECA: Davis, you big jerk!

DAVIS: And the nightmares?

REBECA: Now you care about me?

DAVIS: Always do.

REBECA: Ah... Tough love.

DAVIS: You're my protégée.

REBECA: Well... Where were you when I was 20?




He laughs, relaxed.

DAVIS: I think I was in my first divorce.

REBECA: Convenient.

He pauses, looks at Rebeca and resumes.

DAVIS: Accept the case.

REBECA: You'll get what I'm going to ask next?

DAVIS: Probably.

REBECA: I want total access to some files.




DAVIS: It depends.

REBECA: Don't be vague.

DAVIS: Send it to me by e-mail. I'll see what I can do.

REBECA: I gotta go.

DAVIS: Oh... I remembered. Gilba said hi.

REBECA: Hi.




Rebeca smiles and walks away. Davis laughs alone, yet relaxed, filling his lungs with air from downtown.




Rebeca's father gets distracted and does not realize Rebeca, entering through the front door with blood on her clothes.




Carl gets up and walks over to his daughter, shocked by her appearance, imagining the worst happening.

CARL: Beca... What did you do?




She cries and Carl begins to despair.




CARL: What did you do? What did you do?






Rebeca wakes up, scared. It was just a nightmare.




She gets out of bed, walks to the window - with a view of Bridgeport. Rebeca burning a cigarette in her hands. Gray. Ashes.




Pause. Rebeca walks up to her notebook, still smoking.




She turns the notebook on and look for some files. Feel the cold through the window.

Talks to herself while her cigarette burns in the air.

REBECA: Elena back. No police record. Has a husband, Frederic. Two daughters, one of eight and one of five. What are you hidding Elena Back? Why is someone after you?




A little away from the front of Elena's house, Rebeca is inside of her black car. Discrete. Lurking.




Talks alone, watching Elena's life.

REBECA: Two days. Two days... And nothing. Two days.




A man approaches Rebeca's car.




And hits the window of the car. He gets in the passenger seat - next to her. Rebeca does not react, recognizes him immediately. Gets surprised.




TYSON: I recognized that shitty car two blocks away.

REBECA: **** you and your mother. My car has personality.

TYSON: Why are you here?

REBECA: Here, where?

TYSON: Don't pretend you're crazy, Rebeca.

REBECA: I'm in the middle of a case.

TYSON: Okay and how much crap will hit the fan this time?

REBECA: Not trying to mess with BPD.

TYSON: You better not.

REBECA: What are you doing here?




TYSON: Anonymous tip. We are looking for an informant.

REBECA: If it's anonymous, how will you find it?

TYSON: It's not your problem.

Tyson lights up his cigarette.

TYSON: Want one?

REBECA: No. I stopped.

TYSON: Me too.

Tyson smokes firmly.

TYSON: So...

REBECA: My client thinks she's being watched.

TYSON: Why?

REBECA: She doesn't know who he is and doesn't know why.




TYSON: Since when do you take as truth delusions of persecution of others?

REBECA: Paying well...

TYSON: And?

REBECA: Nothing. Two days and... Nothing.

TYSON: You were discovered.

REBECA: Two seconds ago you said it was paranoia.

TYSON: And if not?

REBECA: Well, I don't see anyone spying on her. Do you?

TYSON: Okay.

Shadow sitting on the chair. Rebeca, relaxed, watching her nervousness. She wanders.

SHADOW: I'm smelling the smoke...

REBECA: What?

SHADOW: You are thinking too much.

REBECA: Shadow, are you sure?

SHADOW: I have. Four days. No one is behind her.

REBECA: I checked with some acquaintances of mine, this woman is a kind of example in the community. Perfect suburban housewife.

SHADOW: There's something wrong with that...

REBECA: Yes. Nobody is perfect.

SHADOW: Every other day?




REBECA: With four days apart? Just when I began to investigate her? Quite a coincidence.

SHADOW: Investigate her?

REBECA: You understood what I meant.

SHADOW: Do you think it's the BPD?

REBECA: No. If it was Davis would already be on top of me. And worse, he's the one who pointed me out.

SHADOW: Davis?




Shadow gets up while giving a loud laugh. His laughter echoed through the apartment.

REBECA: I don't know what is your problem with him.

SHADOW: No problem.

REBECA: You don't seem very confident.

SHADOW: He blames you 'till today, Rebeca.

REBECA: He...

SHADOW: Yes! Of all mother******* you deal with, he is the biggest!




REBECA: And you think he showed me this woman on purpose?

SHADOW: What I know is that there is nothing wrong with this woman. If there is a secret, it is between her and her little world. No one is following her.

REBECA: And we can say that to this point? Really?

SHADOW: Four days, doctor.




Rebeca lights up a cigarette, casually letting it burn.

REBECA: If I'm wrong about this...

SHADOW: Suddenly you are responsible for this woman's life? How interesting. Even more that Davis was the one who indicated.

REBECA: You think he's punishing me.

SHADOW: You're punishing yourself, but he is contributing.

REBECA: We...

SHADOW: You guys have a past, I understand.

REBECA: Outside the police, I mean.

SHADOW: I know.

REBECA: I think everyone knows.

SHADOW: What the **** Rebeca! Do not let this bring you down!

REBECA: You are right... It is an empty case.




Shadow walks to the door. He turns to say goodbye to Rebeca.

SHADOW: I gotta go. Call me, doctor?

REBECA: He... He said I need to get laid...

Pause. Shadow smiles. Rebeca analyzes his expression, wondering why Davis would say something like that to her.

SHADOW: What do you want me to do exactly?




She does not respond and starts to get into deeper thoughts, she turns around, and then back to look at him again.




Shadow smiles like a playful child.




REBECA: Nevermind.

SHADOW: Call me?

REBECA: Yes.




He goes and she gets lost in her thoughts again.




Elena is sitting in the chair, facing Rebeca and analyzing with discretion.

REBECA: I'm sure Elena. No one is after you.

ELENA: I... Do not even know what to tell you. I could swear!

REBECA: These things happen. You know what to do?

ELENA: I don't understand.

REBECA: About my payment.

ELENA: Oh yes. I already dealt with Davis.




She pauses when hears Elena. Begins to create a satisfactory answer and begins to improvise.

REBECA: Elena... I'm sorry. I can see that you're scared, on the edge... Sorry I could'nt find this... Person you saw.




Elena does not respond. Just nods.




Elena leaves the office and walks to the hall, Rebeca walks behind.

REBECA: Bye.

Elena continues toward the elevator.




Rebeca enters the office again and grabs her phone from her pocket. Dials a number and waits.

REBECA: Shadow?

SHADOW: Doctor...

REBECA: I just spoke with my client. Isn't it strange that a person does not show any sign of concern to hear from a detective that there was no success in meeting such person who is following you?

SHADOW: She was simply satisfied?




REBECA: Yes, as if she knew in advance what would be my answer.

SHADOW: Strange, indeed. You think she was coerced?

REBECA: I don't know, the fact is that no one followed her. And I'm sure now. Maybe...

SHADOW: What?

REBECA: Maybe she is not the target.

Perhaps not, perhaps - she thinks.




Davis and Rebeca are in her car, the city noises fill the silence between them.

Davis suddenly decides...

DAVIS: And you think that this person is following your client may have some relationship with the informant wanted by the BPD?

REBECA: If I had all the answers, Davis, I would be taking coconut water in Caribbean.




They watch Elena's house. Nothing. All static, lifeless gray.




Short pause, while Rebeca continues to watch, Davis observes and architect a comment.




DAVIS: I didn't mean to hurt you.

REBECA: Now? Seriously?

DAVIS: There's no better time.

REBECA: I'm working.

DAVIS: I'm here for pleasure.

REBECA: This... Was a mistake.

DAVIS: I want to help. And try, really, to forget everything that happened in the past.

REBECA: Are you sure? Because of all people, you are the one who never let me forget. If on one side you give me a hand, with the other you're always with a stone to throw at me!




DAVIS: Rebeca...

REBECA: Davis. I'm sorry, but I've paid for my sins. I was exonerated by the Bridgeport Police Department. My career is over, what am I now? An illegal detective. That's what I am now. My life comes down to it. I became a criminal. I spend every day couting on the solidarity of former friends to not to have to flee to another country! I made a huge mistake and I regret it, but you Davis, you... You are the first that should forgive me in the name of all that we went through.

DAVIS: Rebeca, I...

REBECA: I don't want your pity!

DAVIS: I don't pity you.

Both are silent.




And again look at Elena's house. Nothing.




REBECA: Five days and nothing.

DAVIS: Seven years and nothing.

REBECA: I was talking about my case.

DAVIS: I was talking about you and me.




Davis leaves the car and walks to his car.




Rebeca stays in the same place, thoughtfully.




Rebeca and Shadow meet in a random bar, with few customers.




The eyes peeled to the case.




SHADOW: Six days. Must be killing you.

REBECA: Yes!

SHADOW: I can find a better case for you. Stop hanging with that jerk Davis.

REBECA: Oh yeah? And what you have for me in the hat?




Shadow smiles. Rebeca lights a cigarette.

SHADOW: Doctor, stay with me and you'll see pure success!

Rebeca laughs.

REBECA: Your mother calls you Shadow?

SHADOW: No.

Rebeca laughs with fewer teeth.




Shadow lights a cigarette, but don't smoke, just let it burning in the air.

REBECA: Why Shadow?

SHADOW: Why the interest?

The music starts to sound more intense. The noise of the foosball table runs throughout the bar.




The cigarette burns on the fingers of Rebeca. He finally smokes his. The smoke goes through the table dancing and creating a division between the two of them.

REBECA: I need this case.

SHADOW: You owe poo to Davis!

REBECA: This is not about Davis.




SHADOW: You look great. No one is judging you.

REBECA: I'm not judging me too, but it's a long road before self indulgence.

SHADOW: Neither. Advance two houses...




REBECA: Roll the dice first.

SHADOW: You can not handle the consequences!

REBECA: I am so fragile like that?

SHADOW: ...Advance two houses.

Rebeca smiles and loses her eyes down, wondering how her life would be if everything was the contrary.




A man approaches their table. Shadow is the first to notice.




Interrupts Rebeca.

MAN: Rebeca Ericson?

REBECA: Who wants to know?

MAN: They asked me to deliver this note to you.

SHADOW: Who asked?

MAN: I don't know. A man outside.

She takes the note, already attentive to the content. Shadow stare the man.




MAN: Hey, I don't wanna fight, buddy. 50 bucks is 50 bucks.






Man walks away. Shadow's cigarette smoke still burns in the air. Rebeca is apprehensive. He observes.




She passes the note on the table for Shadow.

"DROP THE CASE, OR ELSE..."

Rebeca and Shadow gets up at the same time and goes to the door, looking for who sent the note.




Darkness.