Frequency Page #29

JOHN (O.S.)

Dad! Dad! What's going on? Satch?!

And the HAM radio CRASHES to the floor in 1969.

SMASH CUT TO:

1998. The HAM RADIO TRANSFORMING...a large dent appearing in

its casing before John's eyes...dials cracking.

Dread creeps into John's face as we SMASH CUT TO:

JOHN'S POV

We see what John sees in 1998. But we also go inside his

mind and glimpse flashes of new childhood memories. Memories

of seeing his father arrested for murder. Images that match

JOHNNY'S POV from moments ago in 1969.

INT. 17TH PRECINCT - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY - 1969

Frank sits at a metal table bolted to the floor, Satch sits

across. Phil stands. Two cups of coffee on the table. The

room is very bare. Cinder block walls.

Padded locks and bars over the windows. A small metal

cabinet against the far wall. Satch and Phil smoke. Frank

does not.

FRANK:

Carl Shepard. Detective out of the 15th

precinct.

Satch stares at Frank with utter incredulity. Phil lights a

smoke, tossing the pack and the matchbook on the table.

FRANK (CONT'D)

I swear, Satch.

SATCH:

Uh, huh...

(beat)

Uh, huh. And you got this from the guy

you were talking to on the radio when I

came in?

FRANK:

As nuts as that sounds, yes.

SATCH:

Uh, huh.

FRANK:

Satch, would you listen to me here. Just

you and me. Can I talk to you here,

alone?

Satch looks over at Phil.

SATCH:

Give me a little time with this guy.

Phil nods his understanding, steps out of the room.

SATCH (CONT'D)

Frank, this is not the time to be worried

about covering up if you had a thing with

this girl.

FRANK:

He's not gonna stop, Satch. He's gonna

keep on...

SATCH:

Are you listening to me? You're in a

world of sh*t. An eye witness has you

outside the dead girl's apartment. We

got your prints all over the place. Plus

the f***ing driver's license, Frank.

(beat)

You gotta give me something here.

Something I can believe.

It's quiet for a moment. And then a sound filters in under

the door. The sound of cops cheering. It's the World

Series.

Frank sits up - takes a beat.

FRANK:

What if I could prove it to you, Satch?

SATCH:

How's that?

FRANK:

What if I told you that in the bottom of

the 6th we're gonna be down 3-0. And

Cleon Jones is gonna get hit in the foot.

It's gonna leave a scuff mark on the

ball.

SATCH:

Frank, please...

FRANK:

The next batter, Clendenon, hits one

outta the park.

SATCH:

Frank, this is insane...

FRANK:

In the bottom of the 7th, Weis is gonna

hit a solo home run. Jones and Swoboda

are gonna score in the 8th. The Mets are

gonna win 5-3.

(beat)

Go watch the game, Satch.

SATCH:

Go watch the game? Go watch the f***ing

game? Frank, they're gonna make you for

Sissy Clark's murderer. It matches the

Nightingale's profile. You understand

what that means?

We hear the bolt slide, the knob turns and the door opens.

PHIL:

His wife is here. She wants to talk to

you.

Satch nods okay to Phil. He closes the door.

SATCH:

Whatta you want me to tell her?

Frank struggles for an answer...but comes up speechless.

Satch looks like his heart is breaking. Unable to comprehend

how Frank could have slipped this far. A long beat, then...

FRANK:

She's in harm's way. He's gonna be

coming for her.

Satch snorts, incredulous. Frank reaches over the table and

takes his hand, deadly serious.

FRANK (CONT'D)

Promise me, as a friend. October 22,

don't let her out of your sight.

Satch nods okay. They have an understanding.

INT. 17TH PRECINCT - SGT'S DESK - MOMENTS LATER

Satch walks down the stairs. Julia alone on the bench.

She sees Satch approaching, stands up, looking at him for an

answer, for an explanation...for hope.

SATCH:

(after a beat)

Let's walk, get a cup of coffee.

Julia nods okay. They exit the precinct house and into...

EXT. 17TH PRECINCT - CONTINUOUS

...the street. Around the corner we catch sight of someone

familiar - someone Julia and Satch don't recognize: Shepard.

INT. 17TH PRECINCT - SGT'S DESK - CONTINUOUS

Shepard approaches the desk, flashes his shield at Sergeant.

SHEPARD:

You got a collar in here for the

Nightingale murders?

DESK SGT.

Yeah.

SHEPARD:

I'm working with one of the victims outta

Brooklyn North. You mind I take a shot

at him?

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