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Media Frenzy: The Capture of Shane Mercer
TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. GOLD COAST - WATCHHOUSE - NIGHT
A crush of REPORTERS and PHOTOGRAPHERS outside the
watchhouse. Flashes strobe, microphones thrust forward.
A FEMALE REPORTER into camera, barely heard over the
commotion.
FEMALE REPORTER (V.O.)
Shane Mercer, the suspect in a
Melbourne double murder, was
captured earlier today. He’s now
being processed at the Southport
Watchhouse.
Through the scrum moves a male, JASON (20s), in a hooded
jumper pulled low over his face, limping slightly as he is
escorted by a FEMALE DECTECTIVE, CASS BARNES, and a MALE
DETECTIVE from Victoria Police.
Cameras snap, voices shout questions.
FEMALE REPORTER (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Police allege Mercer killed two
people in Melbourne. His arrest has
drawn national attention.
Jason ducks his head lower as the press surges. The
detectives shield him and shove him through the Watchhouse
door.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller"]
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Secrets in the Watchhouse
INT. WATCHHOUSE - PROCESSING AREA - GOLD COAST - CONTINUOUS
Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead. Jason stands quietly
as an OFFICER catalogues his belongings. Cass is standing
beside him.
He removes his hoodie, revealing a face that looks a little
too clean-cut for the crimes he’s supposed to have committed.
OFFICER
(offhand)
Belt, too.
Jason hesitates for a beat, just long enough to raise an
eyebrow, then he unbuckles and hands it over. The officer
tosses it into a clear evidence bag.
The officer moves a small black object, the size of matchbox
from under the bag across the counter to Jason who palms it.
He looks up quickly, a knowing glance between Jason and Cass.
Jason is escorted down a hallway by a watchhouse office. He
shifts awkwardly, and as he walks away he subtly tucks it
into his underwear.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
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Tension in the Cell
INT. GOLD COAST WATCHHOUSE – HOLDING CELL – MOMENTS LATER
The Officer opens the cell door with a clunk of the key turn.
Inside MERCER, mid-30s, tattooed, sits on his bed relaxed.
Too relaxed for someone facing life. A faint grin plays on
his lips, like he’s in on a joke Jason hasn’t heard yet.
Jason steps inside, limping slightly. He meets Mercer's eyes
briefly, then looks away, pretending to be calm. Silence.
The door CLANGS shut behind him.
JASON
(clearing his throat, gaze
darting to the cell door)
Hey, how’s it going?
Mercer studies him, slow and deliberate. A smirk tugs at his
mouth.
JASON (CONT'D)
Did you see that media circus?
Mercer doesn’t answer immediately. He notices the limp.
MERCER
That limp’s gonna wreck your gait
if you don’t sort it.
JASON
Been trying to walk it out.
MERCER
(grins)
Nah mate, trust me. I am a personal
Trainer. I have a black belt. I run
my own gym and train fighters. I
know all about rehab.
Jason raises his eyebrows, a flicker of respect—or at least
intrigue—mixed with fear crosses his face.
JASON
(trying to sound
impressed)
Right... Cheers. So, uh, yeah...
the media out there. Was that...
Mercer's smirk widens slightly. He leans in, intimidating.
MERCER
What’s your name?
JASON
Jason.
MERCER
Jason what?
JASON
Just Jason.
Mercer grins wider, enjoying the game.
MERCER
Alright, Just Jason. What’d they
get you for?
JASON
Had a warrant from when I ran from
the cops. Got pulled over, ounce of
weed under the seat.
MERCER
(chuckles)
Yeah, they’re pricks like that.
JASON
What about you? You don’t have to
tell me if you don’t want.
Mercer tilts his head, casual, almost proud.
MERCER
You saw the cameras outside? That
was me. Stole a Porsche down in
Melbourne, got pinched up here.
JASON
Why a Porsche?
MERCER
Couldn't find the keys for the
Benz.
A beat.
MERCER (CONT'D)
(conversational, almost
remorseful)
Truth is I just killed someone,
then killed someone else.
(almost amused)
One minute they’re breathing. Next
— they’re not. Paper’ll love it.
Jason freezes. Mercer leans forward on his bunk, elbows on
knees, eyes locked. A predator’s stillness — like he might
pounce across the metre of space if he felt like it.
JASON
So… how’d you even do it? Media
reckoned hammer, some said—
Mercer springs forward toward Jason in a blur. A forearm
clamps Jason’s throat, lifts him against the wall. No sound
but Jason’s strangled wheeze, feet scuffing the concrete.
Mercer leans in close, voice low, calm.
MERCER
You ask alot of questions. You a
cop?
Jason claws at his arm, shakes his head furiously.
Mercer studies him with dead eyes. Holds it… then lets go.
Jason staggers back, rubbing his throat. He drags in a ragged
breath before he can speak.
Mercer steps back, utterly calm again.
MERCER (CONT'D)
(almost nonchalantly)
People call it murder. You
should’ve seen the look on their
faces. That moment — when they
realise...
Mercer sits back, relaxed, stretching out like he owns the
room — his gaze never leaves Jason, pinning him there.
MERCER (CONT'D)
Sometimes you just take what you
want. Deal with the rest later.
Mercer grins — calm, detached, enjoying Jason’s unease.
Jason tries to mask his shock. Mercer notices, amused.
JASON
Right… yeah. Guess the papers will
eat that up.
MERCER
Deadset. I’m a celebrity now.
They’ll bring pizza later.
Jason forces a tight laugh, desperate to keep the mask in
place.
JASON
So what happens now? Court, trial,
all that?
MERCER
They'll charge me. It'll go to
court. That's the game.
Mercer’s eyes glitter, enjoying the unease.
INT. WATCHHOUSE - CELL - GOLD COAST - LATER
An OFFICER slides pizza into the cell. Mercer tears into it.
JASON
(to guard)
Hey buddy, when do I get my call?
The door buzzes. Jason limps out and doesn't look back.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
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A Confession in the Hallway
INT. GOLD COAST WATCHHOUSE - HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Jason limps down the hallway until he is out of sight of the
holding cell, which becomes a normal, almost cocky stride, as
he gets toward the processing area.
DETECTIVE CASS BARNES and another MALE DETECTIVE from
Victoria Police are standing at the end of the hallway.
Jason reaches into his pants and pulls out a small tape
recorder.
JASON
(relieved, holding up a
tiny recorder)
So... how’d I do? Pretty sure I got
his confession.
A wry smile comes to Jason's lips.
The detectives exchange a quick glance.
CASS
Well done Constable.
(to the Male Detective)
Looks like you have your
confession. Chalk one up for QPS
Covert Squad.
MALE DETECTIVE
That will definitely help, well
done.
CASS
(to Jason)
How are you feeling?
JASON
Not sure I want to be in a cell
again anytime soon with a double
murderer.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Mystery"]
Ratings
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The Thrill of the Chase
EXT. WATCHHOUSE CARPARK - LATER THAT EVENING
Jason and Cass Barnes, walk to their cars. Jason's stride
normal now, no sign of the fake limp.
CASS
(sidelong)
I see you’ve dropped the limp.
Jason smirks faintly.
JASON
My drama teacher would say it was
method acting 101.
They stop at Jason's car.
CASS
How do you think it went?
JASON
I think it went well.
CASS
You almost look like you enjoyed
it.
JASON
Yeah I did a bit. Sitting in there
with a bloke who’d killed two
people. He just looked me dead in
the eye and said it. I was scared
shitless... and I wanted more of
it.
(looking straight at Cass)
It was a rush.
CASS
Are you sure this is something you
want to do?
JASON
Yeah I actually think I do.
CASS
And your fiancé?
JASON
Girlfriend.
CASS
Ok, girlfriend.
JASON
She will be fine.
CASS
Just remember, one of the reason we
go undercover is to understand the
why the criminals we investigate,
do what they do. But sometimes
without even realising it, your
world begins to blur. Are you ready
for that?
JASON
I guess we'll find out.
They shake hands.
Cass turns to walk, Jason unlocks his car door. Cass stops
and turns back. She has a satisfied look on her face.
CASS
Hey. Good job Jason, we’ll be in
touch.
Jason nods as Cass walks off. He gets into his car and sits
in silence for a few seconds. Then a small smile comes across
his face and he nods. He starts his car and drives off.
SMASH CUT TO BLACK:
THEME MUSIC AND TITLE CARD: WHITE LIES
THEME MUSIC - “BETTER GET A LAWYER” BY THE CRUEL SEA (3rd
Chorus through to riff)