EXT. MANKIND HOTEL – DAY

Roman and Dean pull up to the dilapidated motel. Rats wouldn't even want to live here.

ROMAN

You're not going to like this, but I agree with Seth. This city needs people like us. You think I like sitting around doing paperwork all day? We signed up to put the bad guys away. If we turn our backs now, they're going to be the ones running this place.

DEAN

The last thing this city wants is a hero. It feeds off of the crime and chaos that runs these streets. There is no saving it. And we have people like Seth Rollins to thank for that. Thanks for the ride.

He gets out.

ROMAN

Hey.

Dean turns back around, only half-listening.

ROMAN (CONT'D)

You're one of the last good guys I know. Keep that in mind.

He drives away.

Dean turns back around. Notices the flickering neon signage. "Have A Nice Day." The letters finally give up and go black. "HA," remains.

INT. MANKIND HOTEL - DEAN'S ROOM – DAY

Dean enters his room. The wallpaper is torn and fading, the carpet is stained, an old-fashioned television set sits on a chair, and his lumpy mattress lies on the floor. Slightly more comfortable than a jail cell.

He moves to the tiny fridge by his bed and opens it. It's empty aside from a bottle of water and ketchup and mustard packs.

DEAN

So much for that tuna sandwich.

INT. DEAN'S CAR - MOVING – DAY

Dean's cruising down the road, tapping his hands on the wheel to the radio.

The gas light flashes on and the car slows to a stop. He tries to start it up again. No use.

He gets out and opens the truck. Grabs his fuel jug, closes the trunk and starts hiking it.

INT. GAS STATION - DAY

Dean walks inside and makes a beeline for the ATM. He sits down the jug and takes out his wallet. Nothing but a bank card, license and MetroCard inside. He plucks out his bank card and slips it into the machine. Taps withdrawal. 

Zero funds in his account.

Barely surprised, he takes back his card, puts it in his wallet and walks away.

KID (O.S)

Hey, you forgot this.

Dean turns to see a kid, 12, holding his jug. He takes it.

DEAN

Thanks.

KID

You used to be a cop, right. I heard about how you and your partners used to beat down bad guys.

DEAN

That was in another life.

KID

What happened?

Dean considers his word choice.

DEAN

It got hard to tell the difference.

BLASTING GUNSHOT.

Two masked men stand in the entryway armed with big, bazooka-like guns. DASH WILDER AND SCOTT DAWSON. THE REVIVAL. Dawson's gun is aimed at the ceiling, smoking.

DAWSON

This is a stick-up. Nobody move.

Wilder takes a pillowcase to the register.

WILDER

Money in the bag. Now!

The cashier quickly opens the register and dumps all the money in the pillowcase.

Meanwhile, Dawson helps himself to snacks and cold drinks.

Wilder goes to the kid next. The kid stares at the gun, petrified.

WILDER (CONT'D)

We don't want to hurt you. Just put the money in the bag.

DEAN

Let him go. He's just a kid.

Dawson cracks open a can and takes a sip.

DAWSON

You know what the best thing about money is? It doesn't discriminate.

(to the kid)

Hand it over.

Hands quivering, the kid takes out his few bucks and drops them in the pillowcase.

DAWSON (CONT'D)

You next, hero.

Dean throws his wallet at Dawson's feet. Dawson nudges Wilder to pick it up. He does. Opens it. Dawson laughs.

DAWSON (CONT'D)

Life is just not a fan of yours, officer Ambrose.

Wilder tosses the wallet back at Dean. It hits the floor.

DAWSON (CONT'D)

You folks enjoy the rest of your day.

They leave, hop into an RV, and take off.

Dean is boiling.

END OF ACT ONE