Gone Girl Page #12

AMY:

For Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d

buy a gun. That’s how crazy I’ve

become.

103 INT. DUNNE BATHROOM - DAY 103

AMY is soaking in the tub when she opens her eyes to see

Nick:
standing in the doorway. He turns heel.

AMY (V.0.)

Nick wants me gone but he won’t ask

for a divorce. In his mind, I’m the

owner of his bar, his only line of

credit, the girl with the pre--nup.

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104 INT. DUNNE BEDROOM - NIGHT 104

Amy wakes up, turns to find Nick watching her.

AMY (V.0.)

I could go home to my parents but *

I’d have to tell them the truth.

And I don’t even know if I believe

the truth.

105 INT. DUNNE GUEST ROOM - NIGHT 105

Amy untucks the bed, removes the pillows, gets in.

AMY (V.0.)

Can I really think Nick would hurt

me? I’m being paranoid. Crazy.

She sits in bed and watches the door.

AMY:

I’d just sleep better with a gun.

106 INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT 106 *

BONEY is meeting with Gilpin and Donnelly. TV is MUTE on the

Ellen Abbott-Nick Dunne show, with the SHAWNA photo.

GILPIN:

I cannot believe we haven’t *

arrested this guy.

BONEY:

We’re not going to arrest anybody

just ‘cause Ellen Abbott says so.

GILPIN:

Why are you so easy on him? You got

a crush?

BONEY:

One:
I’m conducting an

investigation, not a witch hunt.

Two:
Don’t talk to me that way.

GILPIN:

She was trying to buy a guni

BONEY:

We don’t know who or what was

scaring her. Give me the update.

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GILPIN:

(sulky)

No drug angle has panned out. Cross

that off the list. I talked to the

nurses who care for Nick’s dad.

Guy’s a bastard but he’s weak as a

kitten. Cross that off the list.

Donnelly starts a VIDEO: It’s NICK’s KITCHEN, in dark. *

SLOWLY, the area begins glowing like a neon Jackson Pollock: *

Wild sprays of blood all over the wall.

DONNELLY:

The Luminol lit up the kitchen like

the Fourth of July. The blood is

profuse and it is Amy’s type. B.

We’ll have DNA soon.

BONEY:

Thoughts on a weapon?

DONNELLY:

(pointing on his photo)

The trajectory indicates blunt

force. Probably not a baseball bat.

A club, a 2 by 4.

THE VIDEO pans to the FLOOR: we can see a handprint that is *

smeared along the floor, as if the owner were being dragged.

DONNELLY (CONT’D)

She fell here. I doubt she got back

up.

BONEY:

Amy’s medical records? *

GILPIN:

Any second.

On the TV comes a wedding portrait of NICK and ANY.

GILPIN (CONT’D)

My wife says he killed her.

BONEY:

Well, if Tiffany says.

107 EXT. THE BAR - NIGHT 107

Nick exits the bar, and walks across the street, up the long

steps, toward the VIGIL for ANY.

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108 EXT. TOWN PARK - NIGHT 108

The park glows under camera lights. JOURNALISTS practice live

shots. The LOCAL newsvans are joined by a HALF DOZEN

REGIONAL—Arkansas, Tennessee, Illinois—and a few CABLE. NICK

is besieged by reporters all the way to the platform. RAND

and MARYBETH give him cool, for-the-camera hugs.

BONEY is scanning the crowd, GILPIN with her. Hundreds of

CANDLES. GO enters. Gets a CANDLE. She and Nick catch each

other’s eye. NICK gives a huge, relieved smile. She returns

it, at a slightly lower volume. NICK is ushered to the mike.

NICK:

My wife, Amy Elliott Dunne, has

been missing now for three days. I

beg anyone who has any information

to help us.

AMY stares at NICK from a 100 FIND AMY T-shirts.

NICK (CONT’D)

I want to thank you all for giving

me the opportunity to speak with

you tonight in my hometown. Let me

first say this:
I had nothing to do

with the disappearance of my wife.

I am cooperating fully with the

police. I have never hired a

lawyer. I have nothing to hide. *

Some so—called journalists

—especially a certain Southern

belle who shall remain

nameless—have taken up a lot of TV

hours talking about me. Tonight? I

think it’s time we talk about my

wife.

A scan of the crowd, dipping in on conversations:

FRIEND ONE:

He’s hot.

FRIEND TWO:

He’s creepy.

NICK (0.S.)

Amy is my soul mate. She is sweet,

charming and wise. I love you,

Amy...

Scanning the crowd, NICK suddenly meets eyes with ANDIE, as:

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ANDIE:

(mouthing)

A**hole I

NICK:

I love my wife. I may not always

perform for the cameras. I may be *

punished for that. That’s fine. But

I ask the media:
Harass me, but *

don’t harass the people of this

town.

A few claps. NOELLE HAWTHORNE, visibly pregnant, ANGRY,

begins cutting through the CANDLE-LIT crowd, towing TRIPLETS. *

NOELLE *

Nick! *

NICK:

Mock me, but please don’t make a *

circus of this investigation. *

NOELLE is moving quickly. A lot of CLAPPING. Noelle, furious,

stops trying to reach the stage and just digs in and hollers.

NOELLE:

Where’s your wife, Nick!?

NICK:

Let the police do their jobs.

NOELLE:

What did you do to your pregnant

wife?!

The cameras and crowds are off NICK and on to NOELLE.

NICK:

Let’s find... *

NOELLE *

Did you tell them that, Nick? Did

you tell them Amy was six weeks *

pregnant! *

Pregnant pregnant pregnant echoes across the park. NICK is

trapped in the flash of a hundred bulbs. JOURNALISTS begin

screaming:
NICK, was AMY pregnant? NICK is this true? GO

stands stunned, melting wax dripping from her candle. ANDIE

runs away in tears. PANDEMONIUM. TOTAL CHAOS. BONEY and

GILPIN usher NICK into a SQUAD CAR, fending off the push of

the media. BONEY signals the driver: Go, go, go!

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109 INT. DUNNE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 109

The curtains glow with the rays of the TV lights outside. We

hear BONEY’s name being called by the reporters.

BONEY (O.S.)

Stay behind the line, please. Do

not cross this line.

NICK opens the door pre-doorbell: ushers in BONEY and GILPIN.

The JOURNOS go wild. DOOR SHUT.

BONEY (CONT’D) *

Did you know your wife was *

pregnant? *

NICK:

Noelle Hawthorne is crazy! She *

doesn’t even know Amy!

Boney ushers him to the table. Boney sprays a dozen photos

across it:
AMY and NOELLE. All seasons—almost a YEAR’s worth.

BONEY:

They look like pretty good friends *

tome. *

Nick examines the photos: a BEAMING, CHEERFUL AMY. *

NICK:

(still staring at photos)

She’s not pregnant.

BONEY:

We have her medical records

coming.. .So let’s talk. While we *

wait. We’ll start with...

here.. . scene of the crime. See,

we’ve seen dozens of home invasions—

GILPIN:

Dozens and dozens and dozens.

BONEY:

This area? Looked wrong. From the

second we saw it. The whole thing

looked staged. I mean, watch this.

She STANDS, points at three slender antique frames on the

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