"The Good Guys"

                                                               FADE IN:

               EXT. NEW YORK COUNTY COURT - MORNING

               The hard gray exterior of the court sits before us, patrons
               moving into and out of the building.

               INT. NEW YORK COUNTY COURT - OUTSIDE COURTROOM

               Outside of a courtroom we find CRAIG WATSON, one among many
               dozens of people that have gathered. Craig wears a very
               expensive looking suit, and speaks into a cell phone.

                                   CRAIG
                         I understand that, but it's going
                         to be difficult without a reason.

               Craig listens, sighs.

                                   CRAIG
                         Yes, I suppose so, but...
                             (beat)
                         July is a long shot. Right now our
                         best bet is March, and even then...
                             (sighs again)
                         Okay. Alright. See you then.

               He hangs up the phone, frustrated.

                                   VOICE (O.S.)
                         Watson? Craig Watson, is that you?

               Craig turns and is shocked to find FOGGY NELSON standing
               before him, looking rather surprised himself.

                                   FOGGY
                         Well this is something I never
                         expected to see.

               They shake hands.

                                   CRAIG
                         It's a long story.

                                   FOGGY
                         I heard you're working for Wilson
                         Fisk now? How's that working out
                         for you?

                                   CRAIG
                         Money's good, but he's got to be
                         the most unreasonable man I've ever
                         met, much less represented.

                                   FOGGY
                         Get used to it. These corporate
                         types? It's their way or the
                         highway. I'm guessing Fisk is no
                         different.
                             (beat)
                         So that explosion, it seems pretty
                         clear cut to me. How do you plan to
                         defend against all those charges?

                                   CRAIG
                         It was an accident, apparently.

                                   FOGGY
                         An accident? Craig...

               Craig puts his hand up.

                                   CRAIG
                         I know, I know. Believe me, I know
                         how it sounds. Officially, we're
                         going with a shipping mix-up with
                         the chemicals. He says he has
                         documents to prove it.

               Foggy looks at Craig for a moment.

                                   FOGGY
                         What are you doing, Craig?

                                   CRAIG
                         What do you mean?

                                   FOGGY
                         All this... it's not you. Wilson
                         Fisk? That's not the Craig Watson I
                         remember.

                                   CRAIG
                         The Craig Watson you remember
                         didn't have a family to support. I
                         can't afford to be picky right now.

                                   FOGGY
                         Oh, you've done alright for
                         yourself. Every lawyer in the city
                         wanted the Fisk gig. It's no secret
                         why he chose you.

                                   CRAIG
                         Yeah, okay. I get it, Frank. Bring
                         in the good guy for sympathy. You
                         know what? That's fine with me. It
                         doesn't change anything.

                                   FOGGY
                         Doesn't it? You can tell yourself
                         that all you want, but I know you
                         too well. This is getting to you.

               Craig doesn't respond as he considers Foggy's words.

                                   FOGGY
                         Just do me a favor.
                             (beat)
                         Watch yourself, alright?

               Foggy pats him on the shoulder before walking away. Craig,
               meanwhile, is left to his own thoughts.

                                                                CUT TO:

               EXT. FISK TOWER - AFTERNOON

               The building towers above the heart of the city.

                                                               FADE TO:

               INT. FISK TOWER - CRAIG'S OFFICE

               A nice office, if a bit on the small side. The doors part as
               Craig enters with his briefcase in tow. He suddenly stops.

               Standing in front of his desk is WILSON FISK.

                                   CRAIG
                         Mr. Fisk...

                                   FISK
                         Sorry if I startled you. I was just
                         anxious to see how things went.

                                   CRAIG
                         I managed to buy us another three
                         months. It's the best I could do.

               Fisk doesn't seem pleased.

                                   FISK
                         I'm disappointed, Craig. I was
                         counting on you to buy us the time
                         we need. What went wrong?

                                   CRAIG
                         Wrong? Nothing went wrong. This
                         judge doesn't make a habit of
                         pushing off trial dates for
                         anything other than special
                         circumstances.

                                   FISK
                         Did you explain...

                                   CRAIG
                         Yes, and I don't think he bought
                         it. To be honest...
                             (beat)
                         I'm not sure I do either.

               Fisk's expression hardens.

                                   FISK
                         What are you implying?

                                   CRAIG
                         Nothing, it's just that... people
                         already have this preconceived
                         notion of who you are. There's no
                         sense in playing into that by
                         pushing off the trial date. It's
                         bad for public image, and in a
                         situation like this, that's bad for
                         the case.

                                   FISK
                         What the public thinks is of no
                         concern to me. I deal in facts, and
                         the fact is what happened at that
                         plant was an unfortunate accident.

               Fisk steps closer to him.

                                   FISK
                         Now I need to know we're on the
                         same page here, you and I.

               Craig hesitates.

                                   CRAIG
                         Of course we are.

                                   FISK
                         Good. We have nothing to worry
                         about then.

               Fisk looks back, picking up a small framed photo off Craig's
               desk. The photo is a portrait of Craig and his family.

                                   FISK
                         Your family?

               Craig appears uneasy, but nods.

                                   FISK
                         They're lovely.

               Fisk sets the photo back down and begins to exit, first
               stopping beside Craig.

                                   FISK
                         You're doing this for them,
                         remember. They're lucky to have
                         you.

               Fisk exits, leaving a nervous and uncertain Craig in his
               wake. Craig walks to his desk and picks up the photo.

                                   CRAIG
                             (low, to himself)
                         For them...

               He stares at the photo for a long beat, then sits it down. As
               he walks around to take his seat, we CLOSE ON the photo of a
               smiling Craig, KATHERINE, and MARY JANE.

               Off this image:

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.



                                       THE END

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