Frequency Page #23

The LEGEND reads:

OCTOBER 15th - FOURTH GAME OF THE WORLD SERIES

INT. FINELLI HOUSE - MARY'S ROOM - DAY - 1998

CLOSE ON:

a white vinyl DIARY with a blue heart shaped padlock held by

a hand. A page is turned and the name ALAN SILVER comes

clear.

RACK FOCUS TO:

an old Catholic High School yearbook on the dresser below the

diary and a PICTURE of DARYL ADAMS, 18 years old.

JOHN'S VOICE

Can I keep these for a little while?

On SOPHIA FINELLI, 55, a profound sadness sits at her core.

FINELLI:

Detectives' been through that stuff

already back then.

John nods. A beat.

FINELLI (CONT'D)

You'll bring them back soon?

JOHN:

Promise.

John pulls a clear plastic BAG from his pocket with a patch

of the partially disintegrated clothing found on Mary

Finellis skeleton.

JOHN (CONT'D)

Do you know this?

Mrs. Finelli gasps in recognition, her eyes turning to a

closet door.

John opens the door to reveal MARY's CLOTHES, lined up in

perfect order. Visible among them is a "Candy Striper"

uniform... a perfect match with the patch John holds.

FINELLI:

Mary volunteered over at St. Vincents'

after school. She loved it...was going

to become a doctor.

Silence. Tears start to run down her cheeks. John

understands this woman's pain. He looks around the room at

Mary's possessions. Faded pictures. Mary and her family.

Mary and her friends.

FINELLI (CONT'D)

Her room...I just couldn't...it should

only be her room...you know?

John does know.

FINELLI (CONT'D)

I'm happy you found her, Detective. It

makes it easier...now, to know for sure.

You know?

Silence again. John nods.

INT. 23RD PRECINCT - MEN'S ROOM - AFTERNOON

John and Satch stand at the urinals.

JOHN:

Okay, lemme walk you through it.

SATCH:

Mind if I shake it off first...so's I can

concentrate better.

John waits for Satch to finish. Then, as they head out into

the hallway...

JOHN:

Three guys show up in both the yearbook

and diary.

INT. DETECTIVE SQUAD - INTERROGATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The first guy passed away ten years ago. The second one died

in Vietnam.

The room has a HOLDING PEN opposite the door. A table is

pushed up against the door wall and a more elaborate layout

of the murder victims, paperwork, and calendar/timeline

graphs sit on the table and are pinned on a cork board. Mary

Finelli's uniform is there.

John shows Satch a photo in Mary Finelli's year book.

JOHN:

The third one is Daryl Adams.

Satch looks, nods, and steps back. Waits for more. John

hands him Daryl Adams' rap sheet.

JOHN (CONT'D)

I ran him through BCI...got a hit.

Busted for sexual assault: March 22,

1970. Eight days after the last

Nightingale murder.

SATCH:

So you figure the murders stop 'cause

he's off the street. Then by the time he

gets paroled, he's smartened up enough to

control himself?

JOHN:

Not the first time that's been true. I'm

telling you, I got a feeling about this

guy. This is the guy, Satch.

SATCH:

Uh, huh.

JOHN:

What?

SATCH:

I'm just trying to figure what interests

me more:
the possibility that Daryl is

the guy, or you making him absolutely the

guy.

EXT. NEW YORK ST. - PEPPERMINT LOUNGE - EVENING - 1969

SISSY CLARK steps off a BUS. She crosses the street towards

the club. The bus moves out and WIPES FRAME, revealing Frank

sitting at the intersection on his Harley.

Sissy enters the club. Frank guns the Harley into an alley.

INT. PEPPERMINT LOUNGE - EVENING - MOMENTS LATER

Business is light at this hour. The BARTENDER is setting up.

The Flying Nun plays on a couple TV's over the bar - the

audio drowned out by loud Motown music.

Frank enters and looks around. No Sissy. This time he does

not panic. He sits at the bar.

INT. RESTAURANT - KITCHEN - DUSK - 1998

CLOSE ON:

the 47-year old face of Daryl Adams. A notably unimposing

guy. He is not a happy camper.

He is one of two PLUMBERS installing fixtures in the kitchen

of a new place. Several other people are at work getting the

kitchen ready. So as not to be overheard...

DARYL:

That was over thirty years ago. I paid

for that and then some.

JOHN:

You go to Xavier High School, Daryl?

DARYL:

Yeah.

JOHN:

You remember Mary Finelli?

DARYL:

(mentally steps back)

What are you saying?

JOHN:

You know what I'm saying.

DARYL:

No, I don't.

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