John Landbeck's cruel idea of who dies this year (supposedly on Homicide)

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<the opening riff from _Enter Sandman_, by Metallica, is playing as a 
	soundtrack; low and deeply menacing.>  

Bayliss, walking up the stairs to the second floor of the station house,
	slow motion.  He is wearing a trench coat, unbuttoned, with his arms 
	folded and hands tucked under the flaps of the coat.  He hasn't
	shaved for several days.

<song tempo picks up, drums start thumping.>

The scene shifts to the squad room, viewpoint from the fishbowl, real time.
	The door shatters inward at Bayliss' kick, and he pulls his hands
	from underneath his coat.  In his left hand, an HK MP5 sub-machine
	gun, his right hand, a semi-auto shotgun, with the maximum capacity
	drum, which he points directly at the camera, and shoots.

<glass shattering, screams>
<second guitar begins in earnest, repetitive of initial riff.>

Bayliss sprays the MP5 across the detective's area, and pumps several 
	rounds from the shotgun into G's office; pauses and throws a deck of 
	cards through the open window onto G's body.  He is nodding his head 
	in time with the beat of the song.  He stops and shoots Pembleton 
	again, saying "Grill this, _partner_."  

<screams, more glass breaking, papers flying through the air>

Bayliss empties the MP5 across the board, yelling "Look at *all* those 
	red names, turning to black!" and throws the gun at the window of
	the box, which shatters in a star pattern.  Frowning, he shoots 
	the window out with the shotgun.  "Boy! they _gotta_ get some 
	tougher windows; these break _way_ too easy!"

<words to song begin, Bayliss hums, his voice coming in and out of 
	hearing.  He sings along a moment.>

"...and don't forget my son, to include everyone-un-un-un!" punctuating 
	each vowel of the extended pronoun with a round from his shotgun.  
	At the phones.  At people scurrying away.  At the filing cabinets.
	He sees Munch cowering under a desk, "Hey barkeep!  Bang!"

<in exagerrated slow motion, the final shell ejects from the shotgun, the 
	chamber empty.>

Bayliss looks down.  "Rats!"  Drops the gun and pulls out his Glock, 
	aiming it with his arms extended and quivering.  "Megan!"  he 
	looks back through the rooms, kicks over the table in the 
	coffee/break room,  moves Meldrick's body (whispers in his ear, 
	"Sorry about Emma, cuz'.")  "Megan!  WHY DIDN'T YOU REPORT ME?"

Quick shot of Russert pulling a ski mask over her head, and swinging off 
	the roof.  

Cut back to the squad room.  Glass explodes inward from the outside 
	window, and Megan comes swinging into the room, gun blazing.
	Bayliss, knocked over by the force of her entrance, is struck 
	repeatedly in the torso, his body jerking with each shot.  He 
	falls, his eyes open and twinkling in a little smile.

"Megan" <cough cough> "I still got enough bullets left," <cough cough> 
	"For Gaffney and Barn-animal-fahhhh....!"  Bayliss dies.

Circling shot for a moment on Russert, as she stands up, holding Bayliss' 
	Glock in her gloved hand, and looks at it in contemplative 
	horror.  Barnfather and Gaffney burst into the room, in all their 
	bureaucratic oafishness, tripping over each other and themselves 
	to berate her for "allowing Bayliss in the building."

Close shot of Megan's face, her eyes narrowing, her mouth tightening.

<quick fade to black.>

Sound of footsteps, and four shots in rapid succession, Gaffney yelling 
	"Nooooooo-," his scream cut off by a fifth shot.  There is a 
	pause, then a hail of noise as Megan empties the Glock in shots 
	so close together, they cannot be distinguished.

Megan mutters "Thanks, Bayliss."

<credits roll, song resurges with father and daughter speaking "Now I 
	lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, and if
	I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take....">


**	At least, that's how _I_ would script it.....
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John S. Landbeck III	jlandb1@gl.umbc.edu	1.410.296.0313
	'It is the hard heart that kills'
		Gunnery Sergeant Hartman