Frequency Page #33

The door is kicked open. Satch and Phil enter, guns drawn.

They take in the damage from the fight. Following the trail

of blood back to the kitchen. And there, strewn across the

floor are Shepard's photos of his victims, the newspaper

clippings, the jewelry, and the envelope with the glass tape

still on it.

Satch knows.

EXT. CENTRAL PARK BRIDGE - UNDER CONSTRUCTION - CONTINUOUS

Frank hears pounding footsteps - Shepard is catching up.

Frank's adrenaline kicking in, sprints around a bend in the

path, reaches long wooden bridge spanning Central Park Lake.

The bridge is being restored. Barricades across the

entrance.

Frank hurdles over the barricades, runs onto the bridge.

Shepard trips in the dirt. Gets back up, reaches the bridge,

knocks over a barricade, runs to the middle of the bridge.

FRANK'S DISAPPEARED. Shepard stops, listens - nothing.

EXT. CENTRAL PARK BRIDGE - UNDERNEATH - CONTINUOUS

Frank dangles below the bridge, holding onto the steel girder

of substructure - 8 ft. above water. Not moving a muscle,

not making a sound, barely even breathing.

CLOSE ON SEWER RAT

Crawling on Frank's arm. Caught off guard, Frank flinches,

sending the rat tumbling.

EXT. CENTRAL PARK BRIDGE - TOP OF BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS

Bridge side railings have been removed for construction.

Shepard hears something hit the water. Rushes to the side of

the bridge, points his gun at the water. BANG!

Shepard leans out further aiming the gun at the water.

Shepard's outstretched arm only a few feet from Frank's head.

Frank silently swings his body forward reaching out...

Snags Shepard's arm, pulling him hard, over the side.

SHEPARD FALLS, grabs for something, anything. Wraps his arms

around Frank's leg, hangs on tight.

Frank struggles, kicks wildly, trying to shake Shepard off.

Shepard hangs on with his left arm. Pulls out the gun with

his right. He aims it at Frank's head. C*cks back the

hammer.

FRANK LETS GO. KERPLUNK. They plunge into:

EXT. CENTRAL PARK - LAKE - CONTINUOUS

Murky water, thick with dirt and slime, 5' deep.

Frank's hanging on to Shepard's arm, trying to wrestle the

gun free. But Shepard's using his free hand to gouge Frank's

eyes. Frank bites down hard on Shepard's wrist.

The gun sinks silently to the muddy lake bottom.

But Shepard gets both hands on Frank's throat. Shoving his

head into the shallow water. Shepard's grip is like a vise,

Frank futilely tries to pry Shepard's fingers open.

Frank is blinded by polluted water. Starting to lose

consciousness. Desperately, he searches the muddy lake

bottom for the gun. But he's getting weaker, fading out...

Then he feels something. A BRICK, fallen off the bridge,

half buried in the mud. Frank struggles to dig it up.

Summons his last ounces of strength, yanking it back and

forth, it's getting loose.

But Shepard's hands are squeezing tighter. Frank finally

goes limp. A few last bubbles float to the surface. Shepard

smiles. Catching his breath, slightly loosens grip on

Frank's lifeless neck.

Frank springs off the lake bottom, rises out of the water

like a jack-in-the-box. Holding the brick with both hands,

he swings. CONTACT.

The brick smashes against Shepard's head. Knocking him to

yesterday. He drops like a rock.

Frank waits for Shepard to come up for air. Nothing.

Frank crawls out of the water, collapsing onto the

embankment. He just lies there, heart pounding, chest

heaving.

And suddenly, Frank is startled by a MASSIVE ROAR - the sound

of eight million New Yorkers screaming in unison. The Mets

have just won the World Series.

Frank laughs, slowly getting to his feet.

EXT. CENTRAL PARK WEST & 65TH - PAY PHONE - DUSK

Frank's dripping blood and filthy lake water. The streets

have instantly erupted with celebrating Mets' fans. A giant

party. Cars whiz by, honking their horns, passengers leaning

out, pumping fists in victory. Frank has to yell above the

racket.

DESK SGT.

(over phone)

17th Precinct.

FRANK:

Detective Deleon.

DESK SGT.

(over phone)

Hold on.

INT. 17TH PRECINCT - SQUAD ROOM

The Nightingale evidence from Shepard's kitchen floor is

spread all over the squad room.

SATCH:

Deleon.

INTERCUT FRANK.

FRANK:

Satch, you gotta listen to me...

SATCH:

Frank. We know. We know it's Shepard.

FRANK:

No kidding. I'm on the corner of 65th

and CPW. Come get me.

Frank clicks down the receiver, slides in a dime, dials

another number. A beat, then...

JULIA:

(over phone)

Hello?

Frank smiles, and we dissolve to

EXT. CENTRAL PARK - LAKE - NIGHT

The area cordoned off. Detectives and uniforms. EMS wagon.

An inflatable boat is being placed in the lake. Two police

frog men are climbing into their gear.

Pan over the scene to find Frank and Satch. Frank's got a

blanket wrapped around him. They talk quietly as Satch walks

Frank to a waiting green and white squad car.

SATCH:

You missed a hell of a game, Frank.

FRANK:

Next time lets put some money on it.

SATCH:

(to the uniform driver)

Get him home safe.

Satch sticks out his hand...Frank takes it. They hold each

other's grip for some moments. Frank starts to say "thank

you", but Satch silently cuts him off.

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