Frequency Page #30

DESK SGT.

That's Deleon and Hayes' collar.

SHEPARD:

They around?

DESK SGT.

Just missed Deleon. Hayes is up in the

squad.

SHEPARD:

Where's the collar, in the cells?

DESK SGT.

No, I think he's up in interrogation.

SHEPARD:

I'll go find Hayes.

Shepard turns, gliding through the lobby like a shark...

INT. COFFEE SHOP - MOMENTS LATER

Satch and Julia sit at a booth in the back. Satch stirs his

coffee, trying to start a very hard conversation. As he

struggles to begin, the camera notices something in the B.G.

At the counter:
a few stray people gathered around watching

the WORLD SERIES on an old TV.

AUDIO COMES UP.

INT. 17TH PRECINCT - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Shepard passes the COFFEE ROOM. It is packed with

detectives, gathered around a TV...watching the game. Phil

Hayes is among them. And as Shepard passes, Phil half

catches a glimpse of him as he glides down the hall and

enters.

INT. 17TH PRECINCT - INTERROGATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Frank looks up to see Shepard, who quickly closes the door

behind him... and unholsters his gun. An eerie moment.

SHEPARD:

On your feet.

Frank waits a beat. Then very slowly, he stands.

SHEPARD (CONT'D)

Now turn around, face the wall.

Frank steps back, slowly turning. Shepard holsters the gun.

Kicks Frank up against the wall as he reaches into his pocket

and takes out the leather garrote we saw in the Peppermint

Lounge Bathroom. He coils it around his hands.

SHEPARD (CONT'D)

How did you know?

Frank is trembling.

FRANK:

(facing the wall)

You twisted animal...

SHEPARD:

Evidence says you're the animal.

(snapping garrote tight)

That's why you hung yourself.

But Frank turns.

FRANK:

You try putting that thing around my neck

and I'll rip your throat out. You want

me dead, use the gun.

Shepard smiles, unfazed...

SHEPARD:

Let me draw you a picture. You live at

1060 41st Ave. You have a wife who works

at New York Hospital. And a six-year old

at P.S. 130.

Shepard gives Frank a look that would make a Marine Drill

Sergeant sh*t his pants. Shepard knows Frank's weakness, the

one thing that would make him submit to death.

Closing his eyes, Frank turns to face the wall...But the door

handle rattles, someone is outside coming in. Shepard

quickly yanks Frank away from the wall, shoving him in a

chair at the interrogation table.

The door opens.

PHIL:

What the hell is going on here?

FRANK:

You got to help me. He's trying to kill

me.

Shepard just laughs. Phil scans the room - everything looks

normal, a cop questioning a perp.

SHEPARD:

Mind if we take it outside?

Phil shrugs okay.

SHEPARD (CONT'D)

(to Frank)

I'll be right back.

Shepard and Phil step out - bolting the door behind them.

INT. 17TH PRECINCT - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Shepard and Phil stand outside the door.

SHEPARD:

...didn't mean t step on your toes. They

sent me up from downstairs, I thought

you'd be in there with him.

PHIL:

What are you looking at him for?

INT. 17TH PRECINCT - INTERROGATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Frank's expression begins to harden. His eyes search teh

room. CLOSE ON his EYES. He looks like John - controlled

rage piercing through that Sullivan thousand yard stare.

He stands, turning around, looking for something, anything

that he can use to get the hell out of there.

His mind's racing, fire fighter training kicking in. And

then he looks up - just below the ceiling, above the door - a

2'X2' ELECTRICAL CONDUCTOR BOX.

Follow Frank's eyes to something else. An AIR CONDITIONER

MOUNTED IN THE WINDOW.

Frank goes to the window. Runs his fingers along the air

conditioner's thick electrical cord - thinking. He unplugs

it. And then he RIPS cord out of the unit, exposing wire.

INT. 17TH PRECINCT - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

A loud cheer rises out of the coffee room - the game is

heating up. Shepard and Phil are still standing outside the

interrogation room. Shepard flashes a smile, having said

something that makes Phil laugh...

PHIL:

Yeah, half the uniforms are either at the

game or on the street. It's gonna be a

riot if they pull it off.

SHEPARD:

(glancing down the hall - in

direction of sound of TV)

What's the score?

INT. COFFEE SHOP - CONTINUOUS

Julia's crying. Satch has no words to comfort her, now way

of explaining any of this. He reaches out across the

table...taking her hand. And as they sit quietly.

CAMERA tracks towards the counter. And we hear something

that Satch does not. The sound of a voice. TV ANNOUNCER.

THE SERIES...

TV ANNOUNCER (O.S.)

Cleon Jones thinks he's hit. I think the

ball hit him in the foot...

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