Gone Girl Page #4

to take this very, very seriously.

NICK:

OK. Good.

BONEY:

So:
We got forensics over at your

place. You got somewhere to stay?

NICK:

My sister’s.

BONEY:

Good. We’re tracking Amy’s phone,

credit cards. We’ll organize

searches, put up flyers. We’ll hold

a press conference tomorrow.

NICK:

A press conference?!

BONEY:

Want to get the word out, right?

An officer comes in with two styrofoam cups of coffee, slaps

a manila envelope on the table. NICK smiles. BONEY frowns.

NICK:

Sorry. I felt like I was in a Law

and Order episode for a second. Bum— *

BUM. *

BONEY:

You’re not, unfortunately. *

She stares at NICK, aggressively PONDERING.

BONEY (CONT’D)

Now, time is of the essence in

these cases. That said, if you want

to call a lawyer... *

NICK:

No, no, whatever you need.

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BONEY:

OK, so you and ~my have been here

two years. You tend bar.

NICK:

I own The Bar. I also teach a

creative-writing class at MVCC.

BONEY:

No kids?

NICK:

No kids.

BONEY:

So what does ~my do, most days?

Woman with all those degrees, what

does she do?

NICK:

She stays busy.

BONEY:

Doing what?

Nick attempts a mental inventory. Fails.

NICK:

She’s a big reader.

This lands as lamely as it sounds—and everyone notes it.

BONEY:

Days can get long. I know a few

housewives, that evening glass of

wine starts coming at noon. Or

prescription pills

GILPIN:

Just last week:
soccer mom, nice

lady, got her teeth kicked in over *

some Oxycontin.

BONEY:

Ever since the mall went bust, half

the town out of work. . .we can’t

keep up with the drug problem.

NICK:

I’m sure that’s not it.

BONEY:

Amy got friends we can talk to?

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NICK:

Not really. No.

BONEY:

No friends. In this whole town.

NICK:

She was friendly with my mom...

(pause)

We’ve had a problem with the

homeless in our neighborhood—

GILPIN:

We’ll look into it.

BONEY:

So you got to The Bar around eleven *

today. Where were you before then?

Just to cross that off.

NICK:

Well, I was at home until 9 or so.

Then I was at Sawyer Beach. Had my

coffee, read the paper.

BONEY:

You visit with anyone there?

NICK:

I go there for the quiet.

Nick picks off pieces of his Styrofoam cup; it squeaks.

BONEY:

So your wife has no friends here.

Is she kinda. . .stand-offish?.. .Ivy

League?

Nick is visibly uncomfortable. He squeaks at the styrofoam.

BONEY (CONT’D)

Rub people the wrong way?

NICK:

Well, she’s complicated. She has

high expectations.

Boney puts her hand on his to get him to stop the squeaking.

BONEY:

Type A. That can drive you crazy if

you’re not like that. You seem laid

back. Type B. Speaking of which:

~my’s blood type?

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NICK:

Don’t know.

BONEY:

You don’t know if she has friends, *

you don’t know how she spends her

days, you don’t know her blood

type?

GILPIN:

Sure you guys are married?

NICK:

Maybe 0?

BONEY:

Her folks still in New York?

NICK:

Yes.

BONEY:

Can they get here in time for the

press conference tomorrow?

NICK:

I haven’t called them yet.

BONEY:

You haven’t called your wife’s

parents?

NICK:

I’ve been talking with you~

BONEY:

Call them please, Nick. Now.

NICK leaves—BONEY c*cks an eyebrow at GILPIN. Door shuts.

GILPIN:

Should I know my wife’s blood type?

32 INT. POLICE STATION HALLWAY - DAY 32 *

Nick on a wall phone, pacing on the short leash of the cord.

We hear MARYBETH’s TONE on the other end: FEMALE; ANGRY.

NICK:

I’m so sorry, Marybeth. I just kept

hoping she’d walk back in the door.

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MARYBETH:

(a scattering of words)

Played.. .tennis.. .on a plane now-

NICK:

We’re still not sure what we’re

dealing with. The cops have been

through the house and I’ve been at

the station and we decided. . . at

this point they’re taking it very

seriously. And so I’m calling you.

MARYBETH:

(a few words)

Did they. . . .know.. . if

NICK:

I’m not positive on that.

MARYBETH:

Have they. . . started...

NICK:

I’m not sure.. .I’ve been juggling-

A detective Rhonda Boney. But. . .0K.

B0NEY is standing outside the interrogation room.

NICK (CONT’D)

My mother-in-law would like to

speak with you.

BONEY takes the phone and NICK walks down the hail,

chastened, ANGRY. Splashes his face at the water fountain.

Breathes. Looks back at BONEY on the phone with Marybeth.

BILL DUNNE (0.S.)

Don’t want to be here.

NICK stops in his tracks, listens. Peers into a holding room.

BILL DUNNE, 60s, bedraggled, is muttering to himself while a

quietly FURIOUS FEMALE officer waits with him.

33 INT. HOLDING ROOM - DAY 33 *

BILL DUNNE:

I want to go home.

NICK:

What’s going on? This is my dad.

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FEMALE OFFICER:

Really? You’re Nick Dunne. We’ve

been calling you for hours.

NICK:

I’ve been here talking to your

detectives. My wife is missing.

The officer begins to soften-

BILL DUNNE:

B*tch.

FEMALE OFFICER:

Your father wandered out of Comfort

Hill this morning. We found him

walking Route 79. Disoriented.

We’ve been calling.

Nick holds up his phone. No bars.

NICK:

I have zero reception. But I’ve

been right goddam next door.

FEMALE OFFICER:

Sir, please don’t take that tone

with me.

BILL DUNNE:

Stupid, dumb b*tch.

BONEY is revealed to be in the doorway, listening.

BONEY:

You want to drive him home?

34 EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT 34 *

BONEY walks NICK to the EXIT. His dad is sitting in the

passenger seat of his car.

BONEY:

Your dad seems nice.

Nick laughs in spite of himself.

BONEY (CONT’D)

Alzheimer’ 5?

NICK:

He’s always been a misogynist *

a**hole. *

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BONEY *

You see him much? *

NICK *

Not since I was 10 and my mom *

finally divorced his ass. *

Boney gives him a pat. *

BONEY:

Go sleep. Tomorrow will be long.

She watches NICK head down the steps. GILPIN joins her.

BONEY (CONT’D)

Let’s check the mall. Just because

he says it’s not drug related—

GILPIN:

Yep.

BONEY:

Let’s check Sawyer Beach. Two hours *

there—someone had to have seen him.

GILPIN:

Will do. *

BONEY:

And let’s check into our guy here.

See what kind of man he is.

GILPIN:

He’s the kind of man who plays

Tetris while his wife is missing.

35 INT. CAR - NIGHT 35

NICK and his DAD drive SILENTLY through the town. Nick

reaches across his DAD and removes from his GLOVEBOX a CHEAPO

DISPOSABLE phone. He dials. VOICEMAIL. Hangs up.

36 INT./EXT. NICK’S CAR - ASSISTED LIVING - NIGHT 36

He pulls up front of Comfort Hill Assisted Living. Helps his

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