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STILL WATER

An Original Thriller Series

COLD OPEN

FADE IN:

INT. UNIVERSITY LECTURE HALL — NIGHT

Empty except for one man.

MARCUS VEIL (48) sits behind a long folding table at the front of the room. No podium. Just the table, a glass of water, a single lamp, and a microphone he hasn’t turned on.

He’s handsome in a weathered way — the kind of handsome that used to be beautiful. He wears a rumpled linen shirt. His hands are flat on the table. He stares at the audience — meaning us.

He begins to speak. Quietly. Conversationally. No performance.

MARCUS So I want to tell you about the summer I spent tracking a typhoon.

(beat)

Not tracking it the way you’d track something dangerous. More the way you’d follow someone you used to love through a city. At a distance. Pretending you have other business in the same direction.

He picks up the water glass. Looks at it.

MARCUS (CONT’D) The storm’s name was Vongfong. Which is a word that means — depending on who’s translating — either “wasp” or “hornet.” Nobody can quite agree. And I thought that was interesting. That something that killed four people and destroyed eleven thousand homes in the Philippines couldn’t even get a consistent name. The Japanese Meteorological Agency called it one thing. The Philippine agency called it something else. Two names for the same catastrophe.

He sets the glass down.

MARCUS (CONT’D) I was in the Philippines when it made landfall. Not because I was covering it. I was there because my brother had gone missing three weeks earlier, and the last thing anyone had heard from him was a voicemail he left our mother in which he said, and I’m quoting exactly:

(beat)

“Tell Marcus I was right about the water.”

He looks at his hands.

MARCUS (CONT’D) Our mother played it for me seventeen times before I got on the plane. Each time, she’d hit play and then leave the room. Like she couldn’t be in the same space as his voice.

The lights in the lecture hall flicker.

Marcus looks up at the ceiling. Waits.

They stabilize.

MARCUS (CONT’D) He was right about the water. It turned out.

(beat)

He was right about a lot of things.

SMASH CUT TO:

EXT. TACLOBAN CITY, PHILIPPINES — DAY (FLASHBACK — SIX MONTHS EARLIER)

The sky is the color of a bruise. Wind bends palm trees at angles that seem impossible.

A jeepney sits abandoned in the middle of a flooded road. Water up to the wheel wells.

MARCUS — younger-looking somehow, less worn — wades through knee-deep water, holding a waterproof bag above his head. He’s on the phone, shouting over the wind.

MARCUS I’m telling you he was here. His name is in the hotel registry. Room 14. He checked in, he ordered room service — adobo, he always orders adobo — and then he just—

He stops.

Something in the water ahead of him.

He moves toward it slowly.

It’s a briefcase. Floating.

He grabs it. Pops the latches. Inside, perfectly dry in a waterproof sleeve: a manila folder. A stack of photographs. And a USB drive with a piece of tape on it, and on the tape, in his brother’s handwriting, two words:

STILL WATER

Marcus stares at it.

The wind screams.

SMASH CUT TO TITLE CARD:

STILL WATER

ACT ONE

INT. UNIVERSITY LECTURE HALL — NIGHT (PRESENT)

Marcus is still at the table. He sips the water.

MARCUS I should tell you something about my brother before I go further. His name was — is — Daniel. Daniel Veil. And Daniel was the kind of person who made you feel, when you were talking to him, that you were the only person in the world worth talking to. Which is either a gift or a manipulation, and I’ve never been sure which. Probably both.

He shifts in his chair.

MARCUS (CONT’D) He was a data analyst for a private weather modeling firm called Pelagic Systems. Which sounds boring. It was not boring. But I didn’t know that yet.

CUT TO:

INT. PELAGIC SYSTEMS — MANILA OFFICE — DAY (FLASHBACK)

A glass-walled office tower. Clean, corporate, aggressively air-conditioned.

RHEA SANTOS (35) moves through the open-plan floor like she owns it, which she effectively does. She’s the regional director — precise, watchful, with the kind of composure that looks expensive. She wears no jewelry except one ring on her right hand that she turns when she’s thinking.

She’s thinking now.

She stops at an empty desk. Daniel’s desk. The computer is on. The screen shows a weather modeling program — swirling isobars, projected storm tracks.

Rhea stares at it.

Her assistant, BENNY (22, chronically anxious, perpetually damp-looking), appears at her elbow.

BENNY His brother’s downstairs.

RHEA I know.

BENNY Security wants to know if—

RHEA Send him up.

(not looking away from the screen)

And Benny. Don’t touch this computer.

BENNY I wasn’t going to—

RHEA Don’t touch it.

Benny retreats. Rhea finally looks away from the screen. She pulls out her phone, dials.

RHEA (CONT’D) (into phone) He’s here.

(beat)

I know what I said. I’m telling you he’s here.

(beat)

Then you should have thought about that before you—

She stops. Listens. Her face does something complicated.

RHEA (CONT’D) (quietly) Don’t call this number again.

She hangs up. Composes herself. Turns toward the elevator.

CUT TO:

INT. PELAGIC SYSTEMS — CONFERENCE ROOM — CONTINUOUS

Marcus sits across from Rhea. Between them: the briefcase, the folder, the USB drive.

Rhea looks at the USB drive for a long time. She doesn’t touch it.

RHEA Where did you find this?

MARCUS Floating in a flooded street about four blocks from his hotel.

RHEA And you just — picked it up.

MARCUS It had his handwriting on it.

RHEA How do you know it was his handwriting?

MARCUS Because I’ve known his handwriting since he was seven years old and he used to leave notes under my door that said things like “you ate my cereal and I will remember this.”

A beat. Rhea almost smiles.

RHEA What’s in the photographs?

MARCUS I was hoping you could tell me.

He opens the folder. Spreads the photographs on the table.

They’re aerial images. Storm damage, clearly. Coastal towns reduced to rubble. But overlaid on each photograph, in red marker, are numbers. Coordinates. And something else — a grid pattern that looks almost like a musical staff.

Rhea looks at them without expression.

MARCUS (CONT’D) He worked here for four years. You were his supervisor.

RHEA Director.

MARCUS Sorry. Director. So what was he working on?

RHEA Weather modeling. Storm track prediction. What it says on his employment contract.

MARCUS And what does it say on the thing he was actually working on?

Long pause.

RHEA Mr. Veil—

MARCUS Marcus.

RHEA Marcus. Your brother was a valued employee who has apparently gone missing under frightening circumstances, and I want to help you find him. I genuinely do.

(beat)

But I need you to understand that some of the work done at this company is proprietary. There are NDAs. There are—

MARCUS He called our mother. He said he was right about the water. What water?

Rhea turns the ring on her finger.

RHEA I don’t know.

MARCUS You’re lying.

RHEA I’m being careful. Those aren’t the same thing.

The door opens. A man enters without knocking.

COLONEL EDGAR TUASON (58) is a compact, silver-haired man in civilian clothes that somehow still look like a uniform. He has the stillness of someone who learned long ago that stillness is more frightening than motion.

TUASON Ms. Santos. I apologize for interrupting.

(he does not apologize)

Mr. Veil. I’m Colonel Edgar Tuason. I’m with the Office of Civil Defense.

He sits down without being invited to.

TUASON (CONT’D) We’ve been looking for your brother as well.

MARCUS Why would Civil Defense be looking for a weather analyst?

TUASON Because your brother wasn’t only a weather analyst.

He picks up one of the photographs. Studies it.

TUASON (CONT’D) He was also, for the past eighteen months, feeding information to a foreign intelligence service.

The room goes very quiet.

Marcus looks at Rhea. Rhea is looking at the table.

MARCUS Which service?

TUASON That’s what we’re trying to determine.

MARCUS And you’re telling me this because—

TUASON Because you have something that belongs to us.

He looks at the USB drive.

TUASON (CONT’D) And because you’re going to help us get your brother back.

(beat)

Whether you want to or not.

END OF ACT ONE

ACT TWO

INT. UNIVERSITY LECTURE HALL — NIGHT (PRESENT)

Marcus refills his water glass from a pitcher. His hands are steady.

MARCUS I want to be honest with you about something. When Tuason said Daniel was a spy — my first reaction wasn’t disbelief. My first reaction was: of course he was. Which tells you something about my brother. And probably something about me.

(beat)

My second reaction was to try to leave the room. Which didn’t go as well.

CUT TO:

INT. PELAGIC SYSTEMS — CONFERENCE ROOM — DAY (FLASHBACK)

Marcus stands. Tuason doesn’t move, but the geometry of the room somehow changes.

MARCUS I’m not helping you with anything. I’m going to the embassy.

TUASON Please sit down.

MARCUS I’m an American citizen. My brother is an American citizen. This is a matter for—

TUASON Your brother is being held by people who will kill him if they believe he has told anyone what he knows. The moment you walk into that embassy, they will know.

(beat)

They have someone inside.

Marcus stands very still.

TUASON (CONT’D) Sit down, Mr. Veil. Please.

Marcus sits.

TUASON (CONT’D) The drive. Do you know what’s on it?

MARCUS I didn’t open it.

TUASON Smart.

MARCUS It’s password protected.

TUASON Smarter.

Tuason looks at Rhea.

TUASON (CONT’D) Would you like to tell him, or shall I?

Rhea turns the ring. Turns it. Stops.

RHEA Your brother discovered something in the storm modeling data. A pattern. Not a weather pattern — a financial one. Someone has been using our predictive models to front-run disaster insurance claims in advance of major typhoons.

MARCUS What does that mean?

RHEA It means someone knows, with very high accuracy, exactly where a storm will make landfall — before the public forecasts show it. And they use that information to purchase insurance policies on properties in the strike zone. Properties they don’t own. Through shell companies.

(beat)

And then the storm hits. And they collect.

MARCUS That’s — how much money are we talking about?

RHEA Over three seasons? Roughly four hundred million dollars.

Silence.

MARCUS And Daniel found this.

RHEA Daniel found this.

MARCUS And instead of bringing it to you, he—

RHEA He didn’t trust me.

She says it flatly. Without self-pity.

RHEA (CONT’D) He was right not to. One of our senior partners is involved. I don’t know which one. Daniel figured it out before I did.

TUASON Which brings us to the drive.

MARCUS You think he put the evidence on the drive.

TUASON I think he put everything on the drive. Names, transactions, the full model. And I think the people who took him don’t know where the drive is. Which is the only reason he’s still alive.

A beat. Marcus looks at the drive.

MARCUS So as long as they don’t have it—

TUASON He’s useful to them. Yes.

MARCUS And the moment they get it—

TUASON He becomes a liability.

Marcus picks up the drive. Holds it.

MARCUS Then why would I give it to you?

Tuason looks at him with something that might be respect.

TUASON You wouldn’t. Not yet. And I’m not asking you to.

He slides a card across the table. Just a phone number. No name.

TUASON (CONT’D) I’m asking you to meet someone tonight. Someone who knew your brother. Who can help you understand what you’re holding.

(standing)

The typhoon made landfall six hours ago. The people who took Daniel will be moving him. They always move their assets after a storm — the chaos provides cover. You have perhaps thirty-six hours before he’s out of the country entirely.

He buttons his jacket.

TUASON (CONT’D) Ms. Santos will take you to dinner. Somewhere public. Somewhere you look like tourists.

(to Rhea)

Don’t go back to your apartment tonight.

He leaves.

Silence.

MARCUS Is he one of the good guys?

RHEA (standing, gathering her things) I genuinely don’t know.

(beat)

I know he’s afraid of something. That’s usually a decent sign.

CUT TO:

EXT. TACLOBAN CITY STREETS — DUSK (FLASHBACK)

Marcus and Rhea walk through streets that are beginning to flood. The storm has passed but left its signature everywhere — debris, standing water, the surreal quiet after catastrophe.

MARCUS How long did you know? About the fraud?

RHEA I suspected for about six months. I didn’t have proof. Daniel found the proof.

MARCUS Why didn’t he tell you when he found it?

RHEA Because about three months ago, I had dinner with the wrong person. Someone Daniel apparently recognized. He thought I was part of it.

MARCUS Were you?

She stops walking.

RHEA The person I had dinner with is my ex-husband. Who I did not know had any connection to any of this. Who I now believe was placed in my life deliberately, approximately four years ago, when this whole operation began.

(beat)

So when you ask if I was part of it — I was. I just didn’t know I was.

Marcus absorbs this.

MARCUS I’m sorry.

RHEA Don’t be sorry. Be useful.

They walk.

MARCUS The grid pattern on the photographs. The lines that look like a musical staff.

RHEA What about it?

MARCUS Daniel played piano. Badly, enthusiastically, constantly. Our mother used to say he played like he was arguing with the instrument.

RHEA (quietly) He played for me once. In the office. Late at night. There’s an upright piano in the break room that nobody ever touches.

MARCUS He used to say that a great pianist could make a bad piano sound good. He read that somewhere about — I can’t remember who. Some jazz musician.

RHEA Tatum. Art Tatum. He talked about him constantly.

Marcus stops.

MARCUS The password.

RHEA What?

MARCUS The drive. The password is probably — it’s something about Tatum. Or something Daniel would connect to Tatum.

He’s already pulling out the drive, looking for somewhere to plug it in.

RHEA Not here. Not in the open.

She grabs his arm. Pulls him into a doorway.

And that’s when they hear it — behind them, in the flooded street — footsteps. Deliberate. Unhurried.

Someone has been following them.

Rhea’s grip tightens on Marcus’s arm.

RHEA (CONT’D) (barely a whisper) Don’t turn around.

MARCUS (barely a whisper) How many?

RHEA One. Maybe two.

MARCUS Tuason’s people?

RHEA Tuason’s people don’t follow. They lead.

The footsteps stop.

Then a voice — young, female, slightly out of breath:

VOICE (O.S.) Mr. Veil. Don’t run. I’m the person Tuason sent you to meet.

They turn.

LILA CRUS (26) stands in the flooded street, soaking wet, holding up both hands to show they’re empty. She’s young and looks younger — the kind of person who gets underestimated constantly and has learned to use it. A battered laptop bag over one shoulder.

LILA I know where Daniel is.

(beat)

And I know who took him.

(beat)

And you’re not going to like either answer.

MARCUS Tell me.

LILA The second answer first, because it changes how you hear the first one.

She lowers her hands.

LILA (CONT’D) The person running this operation — the fraud, the shell companies, all of it — is American. Based in Washington. He’s been using the typhoon naming retirement process as a dead drop. Every time a storm name gets retired by the committee — Vongfong, Goni, Vamco — a financial transfer triggers. The name retirement is the signal.

(beat)

The committee met in February. They retired five names. Five transfers.

MARCUS Who is he?

LILA His name is Warren Cade. He’s a senior analyst at NOAA.

(beat)

He’s also your brother’s former thesis advisor.

The water rises around their feet.

Marcus’s face goes through several things in rapid succession.

MARCUS (very quietly) Daniel would have trusted him completely.

LILA Yes.

MARCUS He would have gone to him. When he found the evidence. He would have—

LILA He did. Three weeks ago. The day before he disappeared.

The water keeps rising.

END OF ACT TWO

TAG

INT. UNIVERSITY LECTURE HALL — NIGHT (PRESENT)

Marcus sits at the table. The water glass is empty. He’s been talking for a while and looks like it.

MARCUS I’ve been asked why I do this. The monologue thing. Why I stand — or sit, tonight I’m sitting — in front of strangers and tell them things I could just as easily keep to myself.

(beat)

I think it’s because the alternative is to pretend that the world is navigable. That you can see a storm coming and get out of its way if you’re paying attention. And that’s true, sometimes. Meteorologically.

(beat)

But the storms that actually get you are the ones that have two names. The ones that different agencies are tracking differently, using different models, calling different things. By the time you realize they’re the same storm, you’re already in it.

He looks at the empty glass.

MARCUS (CONT’D) Daniel is alive. I’ll tell you that now so you don’t spend the next hour worrying about it. He’s alive and he’s somewhere I didn’t expect, and the story of how we got him out is — well.

(beat)

It involves a piano. And a flooding basement. And a man named Benny who turned out to be considerably more than he appeared.

(small smile)

It always comes back to the people you underestimate.

He reaches under the table. Pulls up the USB drive. Sets it on the table.

MARCUS (CONT’D) What’s on this drive ended three careers, opened two federal investigations, and caused a retired NOAA analyst named Warren Cade to book a one-way flight to a country without an extradition treaty.

(beat)

He didn’t make it to the gate.

(beat)

But here’s what I haven’t told anyone. Here’s the thing I’ve been sitting with for six months, turning it over like a stone, looking at what’s underneath.

He picks up the drive.

MARCUS (CONT’D) There’s a second partition on the drive. Password protected differently. Daniel’s handwriting on the tape says Still Water — but that’s not the name of the file. That’s a note. A message. Still water runs deep. That’s what he was telling me.

(beat)

I haven’t opened the second partition yet.

(beat)

I don’t know if I’m afraid of what’s on it, or afraid of what I’ll have to do once I know.

He sets the drive down.

MARCUS (CONT’D) But I’m going to open it. Next week. And whatever’s on it—

He looks at us.

MARCUS (CONT’D) I’ll tell you everything.

The lamp on the table goes out.

In the dark, the sound of water. Very faint. Getting closer.

SMASH TO BLACK.

END OF PILOT

STILL WATER was created by [CREATOR NAME] Pilot episode: “Two Names”

FADE OUT.

SERIES BIBLE NOTES (ATTACHED):

MARCUS VEIL — Our unreliable narrator. A monologist and sometime journalist who tells his stories in retrospect, always from a stage or lecture hall, always to an unseen audience. The gap between what he tells us and what actually happened is where the show lives.

RHEA SANTOS — The most competent person in any room she enters, which has made her a target her entire life. Her arc is about reclaiming agency from a system that used her.

COLONEL TUASON — Neither villain nor hero. A man managing a situation that has long since escaped management. His loyalty is to the Philippines, full stop, which sometimes aligns with our protagonists and sometimes doesn’t.

LILA CRUS — The youngest and most dangerous. She was Daniel’s contact before he disappeared. She has her own reasons for wanting Cade destroyed that she hasn’t shared with anyone.

DANIEL VEIL (recurring) — The missing brother we’re always chasing. When we find him, he’s not quite what Marcus has been describing. The gap between Marcus’s Daniel and the real Daniel is the emotional engine of the series.

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Content type: pilot
Topic: Thriller|spalding_gray
Generated: 2026-06-21
Model: OpenRouter (via Nova Journal pipeline)

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• “Within the Northwest Pacific Ocean, both the Japan Meteorological Agency (JMA) and the Philippine Atmospheric, Geophysical and Astronomical Services A…”
• “==== Retirement ====…”
• “At their 53rd and 54th session in February 2021, the ESCAP/WMO Typhoon Committee announced that the names Vongfong, Linfa, Molave, Goni, and Vamco wou…”
• “== Season effects ==…”
• 2020 Pacific typhoon season: “This table summarizes all the systems that developed within or moved into the North Pacific Ocean, to the west of the International Date Line during 2…”
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