Body of Evidence

FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

ANDREW MARSH lies on his back in bed. He is a frail-looking

man in his early sixties, with thinning gray hair. On top of

him is a much younger WOMAN. Although her back is to us, we

catch flashes of her face for a moment as she turns from side

to side. We see enough to know that this is a beautiful woman.

She moves wildly, grinding her hips into him, her head arched

back, her hands rubbing lightly over her breasts. She reaches

down, grabbing his hips and jerks them upwards, forcing him

deeper inside her. They move together -- faster -- and faster.

The CAMERA slowly begins to PULL BACK. As it does we see what

we are watching is on a TELEVISION.

Further back still. We see TWO UNIFORMED POLICE OFFICERS

standing before the television watching the act.

The CAMERA begins to pan around the room. Rain streaks down

the windows of the room -- LIGHTNING flashes outside. A VIDEO

CAMERA is set up on a tripod. More PLAIN CLOTHES POLICE,

looking, dusting, talking.

We continue to PAN. We can now see it is the same room on the

tape. ON the bed lies the naked body of ANDREW MARSH, a sheet

covering his lower torso. His face is ashen, mouth open, his

dull eyes looking out in a fixed stare. The last instant of

his life is etched upon a face frozen in pain.

EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - NIGHT

LIGHTNING fills the night sky. THUNDER BOOMS overhead. The

wind whips the RAIN furiously against anything in its path.

The CAMERA moves slowly along rows of beautiful HOMES. At the

end is a cul-de-sac. Several POLICE CARS are in the driveway,

their RED LIGHTS FLASHING.

A four-door SEDAN pulls into the driveway. JOHN CARDENAS steps

out into the rain. He is a handsome Latin in his thirties,

with hard, chiseled features and black, slicked-backed hair.

He does not run through the rain -- he walks.

DETECTIVE REESE, a man who looks more like an accountant than a

homicide detective runs out to meet him.

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CARDENAS:

Is it Marsh?

REESE:

Yeah.

Just a hint of sadness shows on Cardenas' face. It lasts an

instant, then it's gone.

REESE:

Sir, do you mind if we get out of the

rain?

Cardenas doesn't move. He ignores the question.

CARDENAS:

Who found him?

REESE:

His Secretary. Joanne Braslow.

CARDENAS:

She was here?

REESE:

No. She stopped by to pick up some

papers.

CARDENAS:

Show me.

Reese starts for the house. Cardenas looks up into the night

sky. A FLASH of LIGHTNING fills the SCREEN.

INT. HOUSE, BEDROOM - CLOSE ON CAMERA - NIGHT

Pull back to reveal a POLICE PHOTOGRAPHER snapping pictures of

Marsh in bed.

Cardenas enters followed by Reese. He moves through the

FORENSIC and MEDICAL TEAMS. Anything Cardenas feels about the

gruesome sight before him is hidden behind a mask of

indifference.

Standing by the bed is ASSISTANT DISTRICT ATTORNEY, ROGER

TROXELL, a short, baby-faced man. Cardenas looks down at the

body, then over at the MEDICAL EXAMINER, DR. HENRY McCURDY, a

portly man with windblown cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

CARDENAS:

How long?

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MCCURDY:

About three hours.

CARDENAS:

Cause?

MCCURDY:

Not sure. I'll have everything you

need tomorrow.

REESE:

Take a look at this.

Reese points to the nightstand drawer and Troxell opens it. On

top of the nightstand is a box of tissues and a bottle of nasal

spray. Inside are ROPES, HANDCUFFS and an assortment of SEXUAL

AIDES.

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