"GANYMEDE"

Black Screen.

DAN (V.O.)

When you think "informant", you probably think of a sneaky in-man who runs to the government whenever things get too hot. In some cases, you'd be right. However, there are other levels of informancy. My kind, in the eyes of the law, straddles the line between helpful and white collar crime. It's the trade of secrets for advantage, money, power...survival.

FADE IN:

of a grungy apartment building -- Afternoon

We see DANIEL MACARTHUR, 32. He's leaning against a wall but looks tense. Something just happened or will soon happen.

Dan keeps looking to the door as the VO continues. He paces, frets, takes out a cigarette and begins to smoke it. The camera keeps on him as he moves.

DAN (V.O.)

It's a chess game where one move can make you rich and enemy number one at the same time. It's normally a decent business but at times someone will learn something they didn't need to know and sell it to people who it should have been kept from. This results in what we call "informant wars". It's simplistic but it works. Maybe these wars wouldn't be so bad, but we, as a rule, live in webs. Everyone who is or has ever been an informant is connected to everyone else in some manner. When wars happen, we all know it, and we all end up involved even when we don't want to. You can't hide. I myself have been out of this business for two years. There hadn't been any wars in that time. They are not frequent events. I say hadn't because this story began with a good friend of mine selling the right information to the wrong men at the right price. His sale sky-rocketed him into insane amounts of money and equal amounts of danger. Had he been wise, he would have used his new-found wealth and gone underground right away to let the rest of us duke it out in his place. Instead, he decided to stick around a while to flaunt his wealth.

JOSHUA EASTON, 35, exits the building. He struts past Dan, who stubs out his cigarette, runs to catch up with him and begins speaking wordlessly with frantic hand gestures. Joshua doesn't seem to give a fuck.

DAN (V.O.)

Pride was always his greatest sin.

DAN

Josh, listen to me. Goddammit, stop walking so fast and listen!

JOSHUA

Sorry Danny, but what you have to say is just a lot of mothering gibber.

DAN

Would your mother tell you how stupid you are to not be running like hell from this city right now? Josh, please-

JOSHUA

Dan, please. I know how to take care of myself.

DAN

Oh no doubt. but you don't know how to keep yourself alive.

JOSHUA

[Stops. Pats chest over heart. Smirks at Dan.] I seem to be pretty alive.

DAN

[Catches up and stands next to Joshua, panting slightly] You won't be soon. Josh, Ganymede won't stop until you're dead! You shouldn't have sold his name but you did, so the best you can do now is-

JOSHUA

you've told me. And I will Dan, I will! [Grabs Dan's shoulders] But he won't come for another few days. I have transport out of here on Tuesday and then you can find someone else to fret over. [Turns to start walking again]

DAN

[Grabs his shoulder to stop him.] Why Tuesday? Why not today? Josh it's been a week. It doesn't take a week to get anywhere these days unless he took a fucking boat, and I bet all your money that Ganymede could make a boat from Austria to New York travel in a day. Josh, I just don't want to see you dead.

JOSHUA

Danny Danny Danny.[ Clicks his tongue and pats Dan's hand, still on Joshua's shoulder] You worry over nothing. I know what I'm doing. [Brushes Dan's hand off of his shoulder and keeps walking] I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

DAN

[Watches him leave.] Okay.

The camera follows Joshua until he is out of sight.

DAN (V.O.)

I wasn't going to see Josh tomorrow. But you already guessed that, right?

Dan shakes his head. He turns to go down the street, the opposite way of Joshua. We see NOAH BRADY, 28, coming out of an alleyway. He looks down Joshua's way, then towards Dan's. He then walks to the door of Joshua's building and enters.

INT. Dan's apartment -- LATER

Dan is sitting at his kitchen table, clicking away at a computer while his leg jitters underneath. He sighs and stops clicking, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

DAN

Now what?

Dan continues to try and type, but he's distracted. He looks out the window across from him many times. The look on his face accents his worry. We watch this for a couple of minutes. Suddenly, Dan's phone rings, once. Dan grabs at it and frantically pushes buttons until he puts it to his ear.

DAN

Yeah?

There is a gibbering on the other side of the phone. Loud, scared, and on the edge of a break-down.

DAN

Now?! Wait, wait, he's in town n-

The gibbering reaches a higher pitch, confirming its previous words.

DAN

Where's Josh?

There is silence on the other end of the line. After a few tense moments the voice speaks hesitantly.

DAN

Fuck.

The voice agrees.

DAN

Okay, I'm on my way out. I'll find him.

The voice is very grateful for this information.

DAN

Yeah yeah. I'll call you if I find him. Get Nick out there too. We'll cover all his spots and then some.

The voice agrees to do so and then hangs up. This is good for them because Dan just snapped his phone closed and shoved it in his pocket before throwing on a jacket and slamming his laptop shut. He heads out the door, forgetting to lock his door behind him. NOAH BRADY, 28, slips in.