Gone Girl Page #21

Dorothy’s a real stickler.

He opens the closet.

JEFF (CONT’D)

Not even a spare hanger can you

leave.

He shakes out her comforter and sheets.

JEFF (CONT’D)

Make sure nothing’s trapped inside.

A sock or undies or what have you.

He opens her bedside table. Empty.

JEFF (CONT’D)

Looks like you’ve done a good job.

He walks over to AMY.

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JEFF (CONT’D)

Where the money, sweetheart?

GRETA:

Look under her dress.

AMY:

I’ll call the police.

GRETA:

Your glasses are fake. Your roots

are blond, not. . .hamster. You say

your name’s Nancy but you don’t

answer to it half the time. You’re

hiding—I don’t know why, I don’t

care. But you’re not going to call *

the cops.

AMY:

Jeff talked you into this?

GRETA:

I talked Jeff into it.

Amy backs away until she’s against the wall.

GRETA (CONT’D)

And I don’t think you’ve ever

really been hit.

Greta grabs her, reaches under AMY’s dress, yanks the

MONEYBELT. Amy grabs onto the buckle just in time. They

struggle against the wall.

AMY:

I’m serious, Greta, stop!

Greta pushes Amy’s face, the glasses jamming into Amy’s eyes.

It’s a quiet, slow-motion death struggle. Until: Greta bangs

Amy’s head against the wall, once, twice. HARD. Amy drops the

belt. Greta looks through the cash. Thousands.

GRETA:

Holy sh*t!

Amy makes one last lame attempt to grab the belt, but Greta

shoves her again, hard, her head hitting the cinder block.

She drops to a crouch, dizzy. Her glasses are broken. One eye

waters like a cut vein. Jeff and Greta stand over her.

JEFF:

Sorry. We really do need the money.

They step past her.

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GRETA:

Next place, be more careful, ok?

Lot of people out there worse than

us.

207 EXT. CABIN - DUSK 207

AMY throws everything in the car. Gets in, starts it. Stops.

208 INT. CABIN - DUSK 208

Amy opens the door, examines the spot of saliva where Greta

pushed her against the wall. Sprays it with bleach, takes a

tissue, wipes it, turns off the light.

209 INT. FESTIVA - NIGHT 209

Amy is parked in the lot of a BUDGET MOTEL. A candy bar

wrapper in the passenger seat. Pocket CHANGE in stacks. She’s

asleep. BANG on the window.

SECURITY GUARD:

You can’t sleep here, honey. Sorry.

Amy speeds off, haggard. She looks at the gas: almost empty.

210 EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT 210

Amy veers into a gas station, up to a pay phone, dials. We

can’t hear, but she’s sweet, then resigned. Nodding. She gets

back in car, huddled in the driver’s seat. 1:12 am.

211 INT. HOTEL - MAKEUP ROOM - AFTERNOON 211 *

Go is trimming Nick’s hair with nail scissors while Nick and

Tanner practice. Outside the window is the St. Louis ARCH.

NICK:

I did not kill my wife.

TITLE CARD:

July 12, 2012

SEVEN DAYS GONE:

TANNER:

Again, less wooden.

NICK:

I did not kill my wife.

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A red jellybean zaps him right in the cheek.

NICK (CONT’D)

What the hell was that?

Tanner reveals a bag of jelly bellies.

TANNER:

Every time you look smug or annoyed

or tense, I’m going to hit you with

a jellybean.

NICK:

That’s supposed to make me less

tense?

TANNER:

Let’s try it again: I understand

you and your wife had some bumps.

NICK:

It had been a rough few years. We’d

lost our jobs. *

TANNER:

Yes, you both had.

NICK:

We’d moved back to my hometown to

take care of my mom who was dying

of cancer and my dad who—

A jellybean hits him.

TANNER:

Your dad’s scorched earth. Focus on

your mom, how close you were. Go *

on.

NICK:

So it all built up

Jellybean. *

TANNER:

No, implies an explosion coming.

NICK:

So we had gotten off track. I had a *

moment of weakness— *

Jellybean. *

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TANNER:

You had fifteen months of weakness. *

NICK:

I became involved in an

extramarital relationship that was

completely wrong.

TANNER:

That works.

GO:

Remember to play up the doofus

husband, Nick. “I was an idiot. I

was a f*** up. Everything was my

fault.”

NICK:

So, what men are supposed to do in

general.

Go whizzes a jelly belly at him, he catches it in his mouth.

NICK (CONT’D)

Rootbeer.

TANNER:

(checking his watch)

How do you feel?

NICK:

I feel good. Go, toss me that box.

Go picks up a vintage watch box, tosses it.

NICK (CONT’D)

Amy’s 33rd-birthday present to me.

GO:

You hate that watch.

NICK:

Oh no, Go, I love this watch. Just

like I love this tie, this shirt

and these cuff-links.

He straightens himself in the mirror.

NICK (CONT’D)

Just like I love my wife.

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212 EXT. RIVERBOAT CASINO - AFTERNOON 212

Amy wipes down the car thoroughly, grabs her bag, gets out of

the car, tosses the keys in on the driver’s seat. Rolls the

windows down. Busloads of retirees move painfully across the

gravel. Amy moves quickly, gracefully: I am young, ha—ha!

213 INT. CASINO - AFTERNOON 213

Amy nurses a drink. Change stacked in front of her. She drums

her nails. Finally looks up. It’s reminiscent of the moment

when Nick saved Amy at the book party. The line is the same:

AMY:

Ah, it’s you.

DESI COLLINGS has arrived, looking as well produced as a

Ralph Lauren ad. He takes Amy’s hand.

DES I:

It’s ~

Someone nearby gets a jackpot. Bing Bing Bing.

214 INT. CASINO - LATE AFTERNOON 214

DES I:

He beat you?

AMY:

Brutally. Had countless affairs.

But he’d fly into a rage it I said

hello to the postman. I was a

prisoner.

DES I:

Good God.

AMY:

Last week, he really hurt me.

(pointing to her bruise)

I said I’d leave. He said he’d find

me and kill me. So I disappeared...

I lost the baby. I’m so scared.

A MUSTACHED MAN at the bar leans to get a better look at Amy.

DESI:

I doubt Nick will press charges if

you resurface. He wants to find

you. He was on my doorstep three *

days ago.

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The MUSTACHED MAN appears in her peripheral. Amy turns away.

DESI (CONT’D)

He tracked me from my letters to

you. You saved them.

AMY:

Knowing you were out there was the *

only thing that’s kept me going

these past few years.

DESI:

Let’s go to the police. We’ll

explain everything.

AMY:

I can’t turn up now. Everyone would *

hate me. *

(pause)

Is it wrong, to want Nick to go to

prison?

DES I:

He should go to prison for what

he’s done. I’ll set you up at my *

lakehouse. Its secluded. *

AMY:

Why are you so good to me?

DES I:

You know why.

AMY:

Why is it that when I need someone

to save me, I always think of you? *

The MUSTACHED MAN suddenly appears at the table.

MUSTACHED MAN:

Excuse me, don’t I know you?

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