The bullet that killed his best friend and stole his future in dance gave Brooklyn South its most effective — and most unconventional — police commander.
Type:
TV Pilot
Status:
For sale
Page Count:
54pp
Genre:
Crime, Drama
Budget:
Blockbuster
Age Rating:
Everyone
Synopsis/Details

 
Borough Incident Commander, Assistant Chief Brandt Voss commands Brooklyn South — 2,000 officers across one of the city's most complex jurisdictions. He lives alone in a high-rise overlooking the bay.

At a quarterly meeting, Lt. Greg Bishop confronts Voss about chronic staffing shortages. Voss has no solution. The resources don't exist. Meanwhile, a robbery spree escalates across Coney Island — muggings on the boardwalk, an armed robbery at an arcade, mounting pressure on Bishop's precinct.

Captain Deborah Walsh brings Voss a murder case: a woman found near Sheepshead Bay, in her early forties, with her ribs crushed by a hard hit. No one saw what happened. She had nothing with her. The medical examiner says her injuries match what happens when organs fail from a very hard blow. Voss' second-in-command, Charlie McKenna, finds a similar case from two months ago in Bishop's area.

That case was closed as an accident after the medical examiner said the injuries looked like a fall from a pier.

Voss reopens the case even though Bishop disagrees. Chief of Detectives Kofi Mensah scolds him for letting his team skip the usual steps, and make things harder for other commanders and staff. Voss tells the forensics team to retest the small pieces of evidence from both victims.

The Coney Island robbery spree turns lethal. A bodega owner tries to fight back and is killed. Bishop goes directly to Voss and demands resources. Voss has nothing to give him. Bishop explodes: the system doesn't work, protocol doesn't work, and going around protocol doesn't work either.

Voss cuts a deal with another Borough Commander to swap resources so Bishop can have more detectives.

While Voss visits his empty family house in Brooklyn, he remembers what happened one night in 1987. When he was sixteen, Voss was admitted to Juilliard's dance program. A stray bullet from a drive-by shooting broke his right leg and killed his best friend on the sidewalk in front of the house. He could not take the scholarship. Voss became a police officer instead to capture the gangs that ruined his dreams.

The forensics team finds horsehair as small evidence. DNA tests show it is a Percheron Cross, a type of horse used only by the NYPD mounted unit. Only three horses in the city fit this description. All three are in Brooklyn South.

Walsh checks who entered the mounted unit area and looks at complaint records. Two names show up in both victims' complaint histories: they wanted to shut down the program completely, saying it cost too much and was bad for the horses. The city council is discussing budget cuts that would eliminate the mounted unit.

Walsh and Bishop figure out who the main suspect is. The suspect is a retired police captain who led the mounted unit in the area for twenty-six years. He used a horse to kick and kill the victims with the help of a cattle prod because they complained and wanted the program shut down.

When the suspect is confronted and asked to be questioned, he takes his horse from the NYPD stables in Brooklyn South, rides through the streets, evades police cars, and eventually reaches the boardwalk, where other mounted units capture him. Between that horse's DNA matches the same horsehair found on the two victims and their suspect, both cases are closed.

The Chief of the Department, Voss, and Chief Mensah meet. An adamant Mensah complains that Voss could create chaos in the borough by allowing his precinct commanders to skip three links in the chain of command. The Chief of the Department says as long as Voss is closing cases, it's fine by him.
Mensah is mortified.

Bishop submits a transfer request. Voss tells him to take a week and decide if he actually wants to leave.

That night, Voss returns to his apartment. He puts on "Somewhere" from West Side Story. He begins to dance — classical ballet, formal technique. Near the end of the song, his right leg buckles. He limps toward his bedroom. The music continues. The apartment goes dark.

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The Writer: Kevin Birnbaum

https://www.imdb.com/name/nm2758817/?ref_=fn_all_nme_1 I was adopted by aliens when I was just a baby. After a few months, my incessant farting caused then to leave me at a rest stop near some highway in NJ. That was in the 1950s. Last century. As I got older, I had my Mount Sinai moment. My bush was burning, and I was told to write a bunch of movies and TV shows that probably would not be discovered until after my death. No pressure. I quit my job putting lint back onto clothing and started writing. This kept society safe since I did not have time to interact with it, and gave me excuses not to have pets. I discovered I had an affinity for using words like 'affinity, ' which made me a… Go to bio
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