Frequency Page #21

The women around him are clearly enraptured.

In B.G. - at the bar - the Scraggly Man, looking frustrated,

slides off his stool and strides out of the place.

INT. 23RD PRECINCT - NIGHT - 1998/EXT

John hangs up the phone. Satch looks at him, "Whatta we

got?"

JOHN:

Our lucky break. Mario ID'd the dental.

Mary Finelli...reported missing April 16,

1968.

SATCH:

(looking at corkboard)

April 16...? That means she was the

first.

JOHN:

Which means he probably knew her.

SATCH:

This case just got hot. We pull on this

string...

But for some strange reason John has stopped listening to

Satch. Something else has got his full attention. It is the

Nightingale file that lays open on his desk. It is

changing...Karen Reynolds' forensic photo disappears. In fact

everything about her, all evidence of her murder - police

reports, photos, witness reports - is GONE.

John's eyes shoot to the corkboard. The head shot of Karen

Reynolds and the date of her murder are also GONE. John

looks between the file and the board.

JOHN:

(whisper)

Dad...

EXT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - NIGHT - 1969

Frank and Julia stand on the porch, eyes on Johnny - up past

bedtime, proudly riding his bike up and down the street.

JULIA:

(a stretch and a yawn)

I think I'm gonna head up, take a shower.

(slight smile)

You wanna tuck the monster in and join

me?

Frank doesn't take the bait.

JULIA (CONT'D)

What's the matter?

Beat.

FRANK:

There's something I gotta take care of.

Something I need to tell you about.

JULIA:

Okay...

FRANK:

I've been talking to this...guy...this

cop...on the HAM...and, uh, he...

JULIA:

Honey, what is it? Just tell me.

FRANK:

I've been talking to Johnny...on the

radio.

JULIA:

I know. He loves that thing.

FRANK:

No. Not our Johnny. I mean, it's

Johnny...but not now...in the future.

It takes her a moment to absorb what he just said. And then

she gets it... he's talking about a game.

JULIA:

Sounds like fun.

She kisses him on the forehead and heads into the house.

JULIA (CONT'D)

I'll be upstairs...if you want to play.

FRANK:

I'm serious.

JULIA (O.S.)

So am I.

A quiet beat. And then...

JOHN'S VOICE

(over static)

Karen Reynolds is alive and well. We did

it, Dad.

We are now...

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - STUDY - NIGHT - 1998 & 1969

FRANK (O.S.)

(over the HAM)

I'll be damned.

JOHN:

Did you see him? Do you know who he is?

INTERCUT FRANK AND JOHN

FRANK:

No. I just kept talking to her.

(beat)

There was a lot of guys in that bar -

could'a been any of 'em.

JOHN:

It's okay. This is working. This is

gonna work.

FRANK:

Whatta we do now?

JOHN:

(consults file)

Sissy Clark, 190 Riverside Dr., apartment

3C. Tomorrow.

(skimming file)

She's a nursing student. Paying her way

as a cocktail waitress at the Peppermint

Lounge, on west 63rd. Left work at two A

M...killed in her apartment, between two

thirty and five.

Frank jots down the info. Fires up a Lucky.

FRANK:

Got it.

JOHN:

Dad, I think I may be able to get you

enough information to make sure the DA

can nail this bastard.

FRANK:

How?

JOHN:

Coupla days ago they dug up a body in

Washington Heights - Mary Finelli. Girl

disappeared in '68. Turns out she was

his first kill. Which means he probably

knew her. Most serials know their first

victim. I'm gonna do some checking - see

if I can put any of this together...

FRANK:

All right, I'm with you.

(beat)

I just hope we know what the hell we're

doing.

A soft burst of static. The signal returns a little fuzzy.

FRANK (CONT'D)

Tell me something good, Chief. Tell me

about the future.

JOHN:

(lighting up a Marlboro)

Well they found out cigarettes give you

lung cancer.

Frank takes a beat, contemplating the cigarette in his hand.

FRANK:

What else, John. It must be different,

huh? Are people living on the moon?

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